Unforgettable love composition 500 words

Unforgettable teacher-student relationship in the rain

Flowers will never forget the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; Mountain unforgettable earth, because the earth makes it tall and straight; Fish will never forget the sea, because it keeps it alive. The eagle won't forget the sky, because the sky makes it soar ... I can't forget the teacher, the knowledge she taught us, her warm hands and the deep affection between teachers and students in the rain.

That was a few years ago. At that time, I still smiled and asked my parents to pick me up every time after school. But at that time, my parents couldn't pick me up for their own reasons. I thought I could, but it rained cats and dogs. I was so depressed that I had to wait for my parents' arrival with other students.

Five minutes have passed. ...

Ten minutes passed. ...

Half an hour has passed. ...

Mom and dad haven't come yet, watching my friends being picked up one by one, tears of disappointment and sadness poured out on me. In this way, I cried on my desk. (Mei Jiali-Mei Jiali Literature www.sz-yaxin.com, Zhang Pu Town, Kunshan City)

"Static pure, what's the matter? Why are you crying! " I thought it was my mother. I looked up happily and saw the familiar face, but it was not my mother. I swallowed hard: "Chen ... Teacher Chen." "What's the matter, crying like this, pear flower brings rain. Didn't mom and dad come to pick you up? " I nodded to the teacher gently. Teacher Chen looked at me thoughtfully. After a while, the teacher said, "The teacher has an umbrella. Let's take you home first! " "My little eyes rolled and nodded.

Later, the teacher brought an umbrella, and the warm big hand took my little hand and walked on the way home together. After a long walk, the teacher squatted down and said, "Jingchun, I'll give you my umbrella first, and the teacher will go home to see my little brother." Confused, I "hmm", and the teacher ran in the rain, farther and farther, until he disappeared at a corner.

The next day, Mr. Chen didn't come to school. According to teacher Zhang, teacher Chen caught a cold yesterday and has a high fever today, so he can't come to teach.

At that time, I was still ignorant to blame the teacher for not paying attention to my health. You didn't get sick in an hour. It's Saturday, and I really feel stupid. If it weren't for me, how could the teacher get sick? Thinking of the teacher's concern for us, her smile, her warm big hands, a feeling called happiness welled up in my heart and irrigated my soul. I will never forget that feeling, nor will I forget the teacher-student relationship in the rain.