After dinner, our family walked in the bright light.

There are people in front of the sweet house shop, and my son has been dragging me and pushing me to the front of the shop. A middle-aged man was holding a child who was not sensible. The man dumped a sentence: a cup of milk tea. The waiter rushed the milk tea and handed it to him. The girl in her arms took a drag and smiled. "Dad, you drink milk tea!" The aroma of milk tea suddenly lingers in the air at will, refreshing.

At this moment, my first cup of milk tea is reflected in my mind. The day before New Year's Day, I remember it was the third class. I am listening attentively, and the children are listening attentively to my explanation. At this time, a "report" outside the classroom broke the silence of the classroom. Monitor Zhu Bingshuo strode to the podium with a steaming cup of milk tea in his hand, folded his hands and respectfully offered: "Teacher, I'll pour you a cup of milk tea."

The children in the audience stare like glass balls, and occasionally greedy and daring children clamor for milk tea. There are many fans here. The textbook in my hand hung down, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. I mechanically took the milk tea in my hand, held it in my hand, put it under my nose, and took a deep breath of its fragrance. I feel warm all over! Thank you for your milk tea, thank you for your love, thank you for your affection!

I accept your heart, son. I'm glad you know how to be grateful and are proud of your continuous growth. My first gift for the new year! I motioned for him to return to his seat, and then slowly put down the milk tea.

When I looked intently, there was a large cup of milk tea full, thick and fragrant. I had a brainwave and blurted out: in this class, the students listened carefully and finished the homework assigned by the teacher on time. The teacher will give this cup of milk tea to everyone present ... Just now, some children were noisy and the class continued ... The children's eyes drifted over the milk tea, and the class ended in excitement and expectation.

After class, the children poured in like a flood that opened the floodgate. At the moment I picked up the milk tea, a loud voice filled my eardrum, "Zhu Bingshuo forgot to take the water cup!" " "No one seems to hear the noise in the classroom. I'm holding milk tea, regardless? My hand stopped in the air and my mind seemed to stop at that moment. Just when I was at a loss, Zhu Bingshuo came over. I returned the milk tea to him and patted him on the shoulder. " Thank you for bringing milk tea to your teachers and classmates. You don't have a cup, drink it! ""Alas ... "The children around me are sad, depressed, helpless and angry ... I have never seen such a monkey face.

Zhu Bingshuo reluctantly smiled and took the milk tea in his hand, his eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. He leaned down and took off the lid of the milk tea. Some greedy children followed him and asked him for milk tea. He is also very generous, and everyone has it more or less. Children's innocent smiling faces dangle in front of my eyes, just like beautiful big flower beds in spring. Being in it, only those who look at flowers at close range will have that kind of joy and happiness. Really feel the sweetness of milk tea.

"Teacher, teacher, can I use an empty milk tea cup to pick up boiled water? If you come a little late, please ask for leave first. " Zhu Bingshuo made a face. I just came to my senses and distributed a full cup of milk tea to everyone. The classroom is filled with the smell of milk tea, and the air is filled with children's laughter. Joy climbed everyone's eyebrows, and her nose smelled of milk tea. Taste,

"Your milk tea is ready, please walk slowly!" "mom! You drink milk tea! " I touched my son's tender little face with my face, which smelled of milk tea, and I smiled. At night, the clouds cleared and the moon sold happily. The first cup of milk tea smells good!

Zhang Yanxia, female, party member, a new century primary school teacher in Jiaxian, is a model of teaching in Pingdingshan, and she is optimistic and positive. I love sports and yearn for a natural life. I like listening to literature in the clouds and decorating my life with pen and ink in my spare time.

The email address of Longkou Workshop of Shandong Prose Society is sswxhlkzzj @126.com1,and the email address of Longkou Literature is1433050 159@qq.com.

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