She has a handsome figure, black hair with pigtails, a fair face, a pair of uninvited glasses on her nose, and a pair of serious and deep eyes behind them. She is my first teacher-Teacher Chu Huaige.

Teacher Chu, like thousands of teachers in Qian Qian, is like a seeder that never rusts, constantly sowing the seeds of ideals and knowledge in children's hearts. She also shines on us like a bright lamp, inspiring us to succeed.

Teacher Chu is not only an enlightener of our knowledge, but also a guide of our thoughts and a good friend in life. Teacher Chu is in charge of Chinese teaching in our class. Every class, she always guides us to seriously understand and think about the text, so that we can set foot on the ideal steed, swim in the ocean of knowledge and actively answer questions. Whoever speaks creatively will take the lead in applauding and congratulating. Teacher Chu's lectures are rich and colorful, and the students listen attentively every time, like dozens of flowers quietly bearing the watering of hard gardeners.

I still remember one time, I took part in an essay contest and failed. You have been comforting me: "Never mind, there will be another chance!" "From then on, as soon as I have time, the teacher will help me write my composition seriously, and so will I. After writing my composition, I will go to Teacher Chu to revise it. You always help me carefully. Sometimes, when I sit there in a daze, I can always see your kind face and your smiling expression. Sometimes, I even want to go back to the fourth grade, to the moment when I got along with you ... Mr. Chu, you always try very hard to instill some knowledge into us, so that we can step down the road of success step by step. It is you who have opened up a bright road for us. Teacher, it is you who selflessly nurtured our newborn sun. It is you who let us ignorant lambs find the direction of life. You are a lighthouse, illuminating our way forward; You are the helmsman, guiding us forward; You are an engineer, shaping our pure hearts; You are a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain; You are fertile soil, and we thrive in your arms. Who is like a candle, burning himself and igniting the hopes of others? Who is like a gardener who cares for the growth of seedlings diligently? Who, like the vast blue sea, opens his knowledge to small fish? It's you, my beloved teacher.