The head teacher of our class depression, has a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, as if will talk.
Once back, I back very fluently in the home, can be in the class I in the mind a nasty, can't back out. Teacher looked at me with eyes of encouragement, her eyes seemed to say to me: "don't be nervous, can't think think again." I want to think, want to come out at last. I saw the eyes of the teacher smile in applause, she seemed to be in said to me: "thunder, you are great!"
Another time, I took a picture book to school to see, I put it in a drawer in class, secretly opened the first page. I suddenly saw a lift, the teacher's eyes stared at me, as if to say: "when the class starts to concentrate, not desertion." I hurriedly put books and back the bag.
Our depression teacher, I like her very much. Her eyes can speak, her eyes said every word, I will understand. The thought of her eyes, I would think of be a good boy, she will let me to the next level. Our depression is really a good teacher.
我們的班主任鬱老師，有一雙明亮又美麗的大眼睛，好象會說話似的。
有一次背詩，在家裏我背得非常流利，可上課時我心裏一急，就背不出來了。老師用鼓勵的目光看着我，她的'眼睛好像對我說：“不要緊張，想不出來再想想。”我想啊想，終於想了出來。我在掌聲中看見了老師微笑的眼神，她好像在對我說：“隆隆，你真棒!”
還有一次，我帶了一本小人書去學校看，上課時我把它放到抽屜裏，偷偷翻開第一頁。我頭一擡，忽然看見老師的眼睛朝我瞪了一下，好象在說：“上課的時候要集中注意力，不能開小差。”我趕緊把書又放回了書包裏。
我們的鬱老師，我非常喜歡她。她的眼睛會說話，她眼睛說的每一句話，我都能聽懂。一想起她的眼睛，我就會想到要做個好孩子，她會讓我更上一層樓。我們的鬱老師真是一位好老師。
