说起小学老师,我很自然地想起我的启蒙老师——易老师。她的头脑里装满了故事,让小时的我享受了许多精神大餐,爱好文学的思想也就此萌芽,而她时时刻刻为我们着想,也在我幼小的心灵中播下了善良的种子。打开记忆的闸门,我仿佛回到了童年时代。那时,我背着一个妈妈用碎布缝制成的花书包来到学校。听到大树下的铜钟“当当当”地响起来,就赶 Speaking of primary school teachers, I naturally think of my enlightenment teacher - easy teacher. Her mind is full of stories, so I enjoy many hours of spiritual feast, the idea of ​​hobby literature sprout, and she always thought of us, but also in my young heart sown good seeds . Open the memory of the gate, I seem to be back to childhood. At that time, I came to school with a flower bag sewed by a mother in rags. Hear the bronze bells under the tree, “Dangdang beng” ring, rush