“随风潜入夜,润物细无声。”每当念起这首诗,我就想起四年级时教我语文的阙老师。阙老师只教了我一年多的时间,但我感觉她很亲切。她上课是那样引人入胜,漂亮的粉笔字深深感染着我。记得在三年级的时候,我写的字一点儿也不好看。有一次写《习字册》也不知道怎么了,字突然就变好了。阙老师夸我说:“石峻羽,你这一页的字写得太好了!”那一次我竟然得了四颗五角星!我的心情就像一朵花 “Sneaked into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. ” Whenever I read the poem, I think of the fourth grade when he taught my language Que teacher. Que teacher taught me more than a year, but I feel she is very kind. She was so enlightening in class that the beautiful chalk characters were deeply infected with me. I remember in the third grade when I write the word is not good-looking at all. Once wrote “copybook” do not know how, the word suddenly became better. Que teacher praised me, said: “Stone Jun Yu, your page is very good!” "That time I actually got four five-pointed star! My mood is like a flower