(2) As Miss Gao said, she not only became our friend soon, but also fascinated us with Chinese lessons. Teacher Gao usually talks in a standard and loud voice. He speaks in a cadence, sometimes like a raging river, pouring down a thousand miles; Sometimes it is like a trickle, full of twists and turns. In Mr. Gao's beautiful explanation, we enjoyed the infinite scenery of sunset photos and the quiet and lovely grass pond. In the moonlight, we realized Beethoven's excitement. From the melodious guzheng music, we appreciate the leisure of mountains and rivers; We climbed the snow mountain with the Red Army and felt the greatness of the quartermaster's brave dedication. Let's cherish the memory of Qian Qian's unsung heroes who died in the fire, flood and socialist construction ... Even in the boring review class, we can solve the problem in the game of "passing parcels". In this way, having Chinese classes every day has become our common expectation. Under the leadership of Mr. Gao, we entered the door of knowledge lightly and happily. In contact with Miss Gao, I found that she has a tolerant heart. She can tolerate the mistakes of each of us. No matter whether the grades are good or bad, Miss Gao always loves and cares about us. She can accept our opinions with an open mind, and she can soothe every broken heart with her cool words. I often write my thoughts in my diary and show them to Miss Gao. Whenever I open my diary with anticipation, I always see the comment on writing written by Teacher Gao. As a result, the diary has become the link of our communication.
(3) The school will hold a sports meeting. I am very happy. I quickly signed up for the single rope skipping competition. You know, this is my strong point! As the game approaches, I am very nervous. Miss Gao seemed to see through my mind and asked me with a smile, "Can you skip me?" I looked at her slim figure and said confidently, "Absolutely! I don't believe we will compare. " Let's compare it. Miss Gao and I came to the aisle outside the classroom with ropes. I asked Miss Gao to jump first, and she smiled and agreed. I saw her dancing the rope in her hand quickly, tiptoeing gently, and the rope flashed quickly under her feet. As soon as I saw this action, I knew that Miss Gao was a master of skipping rope. Look at her seriousness, as if she were a child again. When Mr. Gao finished skipping rope in the referee's password, he was panting and sweating. She gasped and asked her classmates who helped her count: "How many?" "One hundred and sixty-seven!" "Hey, it's regressed again!" Miss Gao shook her head, but I was secretly happy. As a result, I won by 180 times per minute. I looked at Miss Gao proudly. Who knows that Miss Gao glared: "No, I won't be born without an injection for three days. Let's compare it again. " In this way, Miss Gao practices rope with me every day. On the day of the sports meeting, I won the first place in the whole grade! When I stood on the podium with a certificate of award, I saw the meaningful smile on Miss Gao's face. In a flash, I suddenly understood her good intentions. ...
Spring is coming. Warm spring breeze blows all over the earth, green mountains and green waters, and colorful flowers bloom. The smell of grass in the spring breeze and the fragrance of all kinds of flowers are so intoxicating. The school organized a spring outing and we enjoyed the fragrance of spring together. Large tracts of rape flowers in the wild are so dazzling in the sun that bees in Chengqun Yu are busy on them. The intoxicating smell intoxicated us. Miss Gao took us along the winding path. We went over mountains and mountains, but we still don't know where our destination is. Therefore, we are in a hurry and don't want to go again. We eagerly asked Miss Gao how far it was. At this time, Mr. Gao was sweating and exhausted, carrying a big bag of salted eggs in his hand, which was the dry food prepared for us on the mountain. She looked up at the endless path stretching into the distance and confidently said to us, "Soon! Persistence is victory! " Then he led us on, telling us jokes and encouraging us. After a long journey of more than three hours, we finally arrived at Baimaguan, and we ran forward cheering all the way. Nobody cares. At this time, Mr. Gao, who was sweating and panting, looked pale and sat on the ground silently. The fields are still large tracts of rape flowers, and the golden eyes are eye-catching, just like pieces of golden brocade. Miss Gao sat quietly leaning against a tree, still smiling at us, but her face was paler and her eyes were deep. Without saying a word, she covered her stomach with her hands. We thought Miss Gao was deeply intoxicated by the charming spring scenery and the fresh air. But no one thought that misfortune was happening. ...
(5) When I went back to school on Sunday night, it was not Miss Gao who walked into the classroom, but a burly middle-aged male teacher with glasses. He told us that Mr. Gao was ill and that he would be the head teacher. We are all confused and feel empty. Without Miss Gao, I always feel that there is something missing in my life. So some students asked around, what happened to Miss Gao? From the vice principal, Mr. Dong, we finally learned the truth, but it was like a bolt from the blue-Miss Gao had a miscarriage! On the way to take us on a spring outing, Miss Gao was exhausted, and the child who had just been pregnant for two months died! We are all stunned! The whole class cried, including the most naughty boy. We dialed Miss Gao's phone and heard her weak voice telling us to be obedient. The whole class shouted into the phone: "Miss Gao …" Miss Gao, why are you so stupid? That day, you were carrying such a big bag of eggs. Why didn't you tell us? You always encourage us with full enthusiasm. Why don't you take care of your health? I secretly blamed myself, and my tears kept flowing downwards. The students are clamoring to see Miss Gao, and I want to go, too. Finally, with the consent of the school, the four of us went to see Miss Gao with the entrustment of 39 classmates and 39 letters of blessing. Looking at the weak Miss Gao in the hospital bed, I really want to hold her and have a good cry. But Miss Gao always looks at us with a smile. I really want to say to Miss Gao, "Dear Miss Gao, although you have lost 1 children, you still have 39 of our children! We will always remember the price you paid for us. " But I said nothing, just silently blessing, blessing. ...
(6) Another Sunday afternoon. I couldn't believe my eyes as soon as I got back to school. Isn't it Miss Gao who greets us happily? It's only been a week. Why did she come? I saw that her figure seemed slimmer and her face was still pale. Although she obviously wears makeup, it is still difficult to hide her haggard face. Miss Gao told us that she would stay with us this week. It turned out that because of last week's storm, the students were in a bad mood, so the discipline in the dormitory was particularly poor, and even there was an argument with the life teacher. The school told Miss Gao about the situation. Miss Gao couldn't lie still any longer and decided to eat and live with us. The students' hearts are full of guilt. We should repay her with our best performance. In the evening, at my deliberate request, Miss Gao lay on my bed and hugged me. I stared at her thin face, filled with happiness. What a warm harbor it is! In Miss Gao's arms, I fell asleep sweetly ... In my dream, Miss Gao's children grew sturdily against a large area of golden rape flowers.