Teacher Chen, do you still remember that thing that happened in class?

I will never forget what happened in Chinese class that day. When Mr. Chen was in our Chinese class, our foundation was not very good. In class, everyone doesn't speak actively for fear of making a mistake. She criticized us. I remember once, when she was talking about the class "Grassland", she said, "Who will tell me what the outline means?" At that time, students sometimes raised their hands hesitantly; Some just lift and put down; Some people sat with their heads down ... at this moment, teacher Chen called me to answer. I stood up slowly with my head down, stuttering and incoherent, and my voice was as small as a mosquito. The classmates all laughed, and I buried my head lower in shame, wishing there were no holes for me to get in. At this time, instead of blaming me, Teacher Chen said kindly, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, even if your answer is wrong, it doesn't matter. At least you can answer the teacher's questions. This is courage. This is where you do well! " After listening to Teacher Chen, I really looked full of courage. I looked up at you and met her encouraging eyes. Ah! This look makes me feel the warmth like spring breeze and the care like a mother. After a while, I actually began to understand that I could answer questions fluently. Although not very good, Mr. Chen praised me strongly. Warm applause broke out in the class, which was for me and for Mr. Chen. Ah, Mr. Chen, you gave me courage. Since then, I have been full of confidence in my study. I am no longer afraid of teachers' questions; Since then, my Chinese achievements have advanced by leaps and bounds. Ah, Mr. Chen, you burn yourself like a candle and illuminate others; You are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and leaving knowledge. You are a diligent gardener, cultivating our little flowers. Ah, Mr. Chen, you gave me courage. Your encouragement and education are deeply imprinted in my mind.