The act of praising a teacher's poem.

1, he gently picked up the chalk, a natural and unrestrained rotation, his arm ups and downs, white flowers blossomed on the blackboard. Facing us, in those deep eyes, we firmly walked through history and confidently walked into the future. We walked with vigorous steps and gave lectures vividly in the sunshine of the classroom. The flying chalk foam is like dead leaves flying in the cold autumn. This painting is beautiful. ...

Another time, when class was over, I saw a piece of waste paper on the ground, so I picked it up and threw it into the dustpan. There was no one in the classroom at that time, and no one knew I did it. After a while, the class began, and the teacher found that the paper on the ground was missing. This is very strange. I looked at the teacher with a smile. The teacher found out, his eyes were bent like a crescent moon, and he smiled and projected his eyes on me.

She leaned close to my face and stared at my eyes with wide eyes, as if to instill an inspiring force in my heart.