My honesty in writing

I have many teachers, and the one who hurts us the most is the head teacher, Miss Li.

Miss Li is a little older than my mother. She prepares lessons carefully every night and often stays up late.

Miss Li is very beautiful, with a smile on her face from time to time. She loves us very much. Once, my classmate accidentally dropped his foot and bled. Teacher Li was very anxious, so she personally helped her classmates to the infirmary for the doctor to take good care of them. Teacher Li's behavior still touches us.

Teacher Li is very serious. One day, while she was talking about the text, a classmate was playing with toys with relish under the table. The teacher stared at him, so he put down his toys and listened attentively with us. But in a short time, the classmate picked up the toy again and played seriously. The teacher was furious and shouted, "Gurui (classmate's name), you stay this afternoon." Then the teacher began to talk about the class with relish. That afternoon, the teacher taught him a lesson, and sure enough, the next day, he was much more careful in class.

Miss Li is very concerned about us. Once, the teacher found that a classmate didn't do a lot of homework in his notebook. He immediately called his parents and said that the teacher wanted him to make up his homework. I picked it up the next day and found that what I didn't do was a supplement, and there was nothing wrong. We all admired him and asked him what was going on. He said: "The teacher's patience is really good. He didn't leave me until six o'clock, and I was not tired." We burst into laughter and said, "It's not that the teacher is patient, it's that the teacher cares about you.

My teacher is like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others.