Bimonthly battle slogan

"Teacher, teacher, listen to me. I want to sing a love song. The chalk was dyed white. You have no regrets about your youth. The mountains are held up by your hands ... "Every time I sing this song, a warm current comes to my mind. She is my favorite teacher, Miss Xing, who spent a semester with me.

Tall, with long hair and big eyes, "Who is this?" She is our new teacher, and she is whispering below. The teacher started the class after a lecture, and I listened to it from side to side. What is this? It's a mess, because I'm used to the old teacher's teaching method, which is very different from before. In our class, my study has always been in the top few, but in this exam, my math is too poor. I was still trying at first, but then I simply stopped listening. The teacher saw me like this and said to me, "Zhang Shuangyue, your study is one of the best in the class, and teachers in all subjects have high expectations of you." I hope you don't let the teacher down. " Later, the teacher asked me to talk a lot, and I began to work hard on my own, but there was no result. The teacher will keep me after school every day to make up lessons for me. It's winter, and it gets dark early. Under the dim light, the teacher will explain to me what I learned today over and over again in her gentle voice, just like my mother, and sometimes I even wish the teacher was my mother. Every time the teacher finishes speaking, as long as I say no, the teacher will say it again until I can. At that time, it was snowing heavily outside. No matter how cold it was at that time, my heart was warm. When I got home, I looked at the teacher's tired back and tears ran down my cheeks.

In this way, the teacher makes up lessons for me every day. In less than a month, my grades not only went back, but also were better than before.

Both the teacher and mother were very happy, so I rewarded the teacher with my good grades. ...