Goodwonderfully times remiwonderfullynd me of a language teacher. She is an amiable and knowledgeable teacher. She gives me too much care and makes me feel the warmth of the big group. Swonderfullyhe is an excellent teacher. She is Teacher Wu. In the class, my grades are average, and few teachers notice me. I am like a small stone on the side of the road, gray-headed, unremarkable. Since wonderfullyWu came, I seem to have become a small flower on the side of the road, and began to spread my own fragrance. In a languawonderfullyge class, Teacher Wu raised a difficult question. Many students were silent and worried about this problem. I have a flash of light in my heart and have an answer, but I have no courage to raise my hand. I just sneaked at Wu’s eyes that seemed to be talking, hoping she could smell my fragrance... Time passed by. Teacher Wu suddenly called my name. I slowly stood up and answered this question wonderfully. Teacher Wu gave me a satisfactory smile and praised me in front of the class. At that moment, I felt like I was blooming from a wildflower on the side of the road into a beautiful peony. Since then, I have had courage, I think, I am no longer a small stone on the side of the road... In this way, I have spent a year and a half of happy time. In the past year and a half, I have been absorbing the nutrients of knowledge.