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03.06.2019 04:20
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The boring classroom is not the joyful laughter in class, and the rigid teachers can't win the students' love. In the past six years, many teachers have come with their boring classes, and soon they have gone out. There are not many teachers left, only two - Teacher Cui and Teacher Hu. However Cigarettes For Sale, Teacher Hu is my favorite teacher. The reason is nothing else, because he is humorous, tolerant, and has a cold wind blowing in from the window, passing through the body of the same table, playing hard on my face. The face suddenly tingled Marlboro Gold, as if I had just been beaten. Teacher Hu leaned up and walked into the classroom without hesitation. The original snoring of our class, the time disappeared without a trace, I do not know who stole it. I stared at the strange teacher standing on the podium, and I was amazed in my heart. The teacher wore black short sleeves, a line of English on short sleeves, and a necklace of crosses around his neck. I stared at him slyly and whispered to the same table: "The teacher should be an art teacher. How come to our class?" The same table did not say anything, neither default nor denial. The teacher made up her hair and smiled and said to us: "From now on, I am your class teacher, Hu Kui." He picked up the chalk and turned to face the blackboard Marlboro Red, slowly raised his hand and wrote his name. Hu Kui. This is his first impression in our hearts. Personality, domineering and doing things are simple and inclusive. In the past six years, the teacher estimated that no one can compare him Wholesale Cigarettes. Teacher Hu is proficient in ancient Chinese and will teach us a few words from time to time. There was drizzle outside the window, I bite my lip, my heart was nervous, or I was afraid of the teacher, or I was afraid that other students would be defamed. "The road is very good, very famous. The name can be named..." A sentence of ancient Chinese slowly spit out from my mouth, and my heart is getting more and more practical Carton Of Cigarettes. When I spit out the last sentence from the mouth, Teacher Hu nodded. However, the next classmate is not so lucky, he will not back. I thought that the teacher would marry him, but he comforted him: "The next time you come on, you will go back here." The rain gradually stopped, and the smile slowly climbed onto my face, Hu��s inclusive heart. I was deeply touched by my teacher Hu��s deep love not only because of his tolerance, his personality, but also because of his humor. When he was in class, he often made us laugh. Once, our text just learned the "revolution". Many students are puzzled. Why do people have to fight hard to fight, and Hu has no idea. He pondered for a moment and smiled and sang the revolutionary period. He didn't remember the lyrics very much, and his five-tones were not very complete. Everyone laughed with a big belly, and I also smacked my tears and laughed. Maybe the caterpillars were not beautiful before, and I can��t be sure of beauty in the future. But without the process of breaking through, the caterpillars can never become beautiful butterflies that can dance. Teacher Hu will leave us soon, but he did not leave with a boring class, but with reluctance to leave with our laughter. The gift that Teacher Hu gave us is the process of this "caterpillar" breaking out, and Hu��s personality, knowledgeable and humorous figure will also be in our hearts, and will never die. |
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