My head teacher's surname is Wu, and her name is Mingzhu. She teaches us math, and everyone affectionately calls her "Miss Wu". Teacher Wu has short hair and always has a smile on her mouth, which makes her look very kind.

My head teacher, Mr. Wu, works very hard. In order to distinguish students' "grades" every time, Mr. Wu really spent a lot of time. As long as you do it right and fairly, Mr. Wu will always award us an "excellent" word.

Miss Wu always works hard for us. I remember once, in math class, I didn't pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I couldn't. I made all the mistakes. The teacher asked me to do it again, but the result was wrong. At that time, I regretted not paying attention to the class. At this time, Mr. Wu has been patiently tutoring me by my side until I understand.

I remember I had a terrible stomachache, and I was lying on the table, pale. Teacher Wu quickly asked her classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to cover my stomach and go back to the classroom. Seeing this, Mr. Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately spit it out. I have no choice but to call my mother to pick me up. While waiting for my mother, Miss Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see my mother. Teacher Wu said, "Forget it, there is still some time before class begins. Let me take you home! " After that, he helped me home.

On the way, I cried. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I also want to be a teacher, like Mr. Wu, not only teaching students knowledge, but also caring for them with my love.

I love my father.

Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.

Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...

Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.