My Teacher

My Teacher

                            My Teacher      Last Friday I fell off my bike. One of my legs was badly hurt and I had to stay in bed.      That evening, when I was alone, feeling sad, Mrs I.i, my English teacher, came to see me.  I was too excited to say a word.       "I am very sorry to hear the bad news, "she began  taking a seat by my side. "You mustn't worry about your lessons. I can help you."      "Thank you, teacher. But you are so busy. What's more,you are in poor health yourself."      "Never mind." With the words, she took out the textbook and began to explain the text.      With her help, I didn't fall behind in study.      What a good teacher she is!