800 words touch the first level of composition.

Xiao Liu is our Chinese teacher. Accompanied us through two years of wind and rain.

I still remember when we first met, she wore a clean T-shirt and a clean ponytail. Thin body, white face, bright eyes, no eyebrows, no red lips. Obviously, she is the youngest teacher in our class.

It took me a long time to understand that we were her first students. Look at her carefully, it is childish that has not completely faded. It can be seen that they are also inexperienced in teaching. Knowing this, those bold boys became presumptuous.

I don't remember which boy called her "Xiao Liu", she replied. So this nickname is widely used. It started as a joke, and then it gradually became a habit. So that when I saw her later, these two words always blurted out.

Two years, full of sadness and sorrow, Xiao Liu spent with us as a friend. When she is happy, she will laugh with us like a child; When I am angry, I always see her blush and say nothing; When she is sad, she will always be stationed silently.

As the days passed, I always thought that the sadness of parting was far away from us.

Xiao Liu, we are just used to having you, so we never cherish it. As everyone knows, what we have been ignoring is precisely the feelings we are most unwilling to give up.

1. The last day of this semester. At 3 pm, Xiao Liu taught the last lesson.

At night 1, someone suddenly proposed to write a farewell letter to Xiao Liu. This suggestion was quickly adopted. A piece of 4K lead drawing paper, on which everyone takes turns to write their blessings. Half an hour later, the paper arrived in my hand. At that time, black handwriting had filled most of the paper. Holding the pen for a long time, but I don't know what to say.

Xiao Liu's composition is not much, and it is surprisingly slow to correct. But every time I open my composition book, it is always full of comments. She is even as subtle as a typo and a symbol. She has read my composition and has always been very supportive and encouraging. So, the first time I saw her, I had a feeling of "seeing each other for a long time". She is so understanding.

Maybe it's because of age. Xiao Liu always understands us. Gradually, it is no longer just like the relationship between teachers and students. More like friends and confidants. Talking about everything is very kind.

After thinking for a long time, I finally wrote: I don't want to say goodbye because I don't want to leave. Only when we see that you are happy will we really turn around and leave. ...

Finally, the most exciting moment has come. At three o'clock sharp, she read the newspaper full of blessings. In a flash, she shed tears. Tears welled up. At that time, everyone's face was full of naive smiles and expectations. Finally, with tears in her eyes, she rolled up the paper and waved it at us. Everyone clapped their hands with satisfaction. This is a tacit understanding accumulated in the past two years.

Flowers bloom and fall year after year, and meeting is fate. We will cherish this wonderful memory. The tears that Xiao Liu just managed to stop poured out again, and I couldn't help it anymore. She hurried out of the classroom. Looking around, I found everyone with tears and a faint smile.

In the world, there is a kind of tears called moving.

In the world, there is a touch called happiness.

Miss her so much, my teacher! She gave me not only the showers of knowledge, but also a kind of encouragement and support, which laid a solid foundation for my future growth and made me go further towards my ideal!