teacher:
real tears composition
real tears Sichuan Province Meishan Pengshan a small four (1) class Li Peihan
Journal of Ni Mengjun: 2003-6-8 10:09:58
real tears
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the third grade next semester a normal Wednesday, Chinese teachers to the podium, wrote: "the night of homework recite 15 class fifth,
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second, the teacher said: "the classmates,
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Time is long Syria, abracadabra, hope the teacher don't smoke i." But the teacher like me not to like, with a loud "Li Peihan" shout out of the mouth. I slowly stand up, "the...... This......" A word is not on the back. "Sit down, to my office after class!" I had to sit down. The
class, the teacher put me harshly criticized a phone. Two lines of disobedient tears welled up in her eyes,
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The junior high sch, again I taste the tears taste: bitter, salty.
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