I began to believe that a good teacher is also a great artist, just like other types of great artists-very few. Besides, it is even the greatest art, because it is the medium between human mind and soul.
I only talk about my first teacher, because, among other things, she brought discovery.
I only talk about my first teacher because, among other things, she brought me new explorations.
She aroused our discussion of shouting and waving books. Her class is the noisiest in the school, and she doesn't seem to know it. We can never stick to textbooks. She fills us with curiosity, so that we can discover the facts or truth hidden in our hands, just like captured fireflies.
She woke us up and told us to make a hullabaloo about, drop our books and have a heated discussion. Her classes at school are always the loudest-she doesn't even know it. We never stick to books to study. She gave us a breath of curiosity and exploration, and let us find the facts and truth hidden in our hands, just like fireflies caught.
She was fired, perhaps rightly, because she failed to teach the basics well. Such things must be learned. But she left us a passion for the purely knowable world and filled me with curiosity that I never left. I can't do simple math, but through her, I feel that math is like music.
She was fired, perhaps as a matter of course, because she didn't teach us the basic knowledge we must learn. But what she left us was a passion for the purely knowable world, which filled my heart with curiosity and never left. I can't do simple math, but through her, I feel that math and music are very similar.
When she was fired, sadness hung over us, but the light didn't go out. She left us her signature, the teacher's document written in our hearts. I largely support my unsigned manuscript (manuscript). Photos of high school teachers. What immortal power there is in the hands of such a person.
We were sad when she was fired, but the light didn't go with her. She left us her signature, which was a book engraved in our minds by the teacher. I feel that I am largely an unsigned manuscript of a high school teacher. Immortal energy is in the hands of such people.
I can tell my son that he is looking forward to 15 years of unpleasant study in fear. Somewhere in the dusty darkness, a kind of magic may happen to light up these years ... If he's lucky.
I can tell my child-he is afraid of endless study in the 15 years ahead-that in the dusty darkness, someone may cast a spell and light up his life for many years ... if he is lucky.