中午， 林老师告诉我们：陈老师的脚扭了。刚吃完饭，我就像小鸟一样飞进了办公室，看见有些小朋友正在看望 陈老师，还有些小朋友在说：“ 陈老师，你的脚还好吧？”我心想：下午还有语文课， 陈老师肯定不会来了。
下午，上课铃声响了，同学们飞快地跑进教室。这时候，於老师搀 扶着陈 老师走进了教室。 陈老师来到讲台前，双手放在讲台上慢慢地坐下。看着陈老师一跳一跳的样子，我顿时被感动了，多好的老师啊！带着疼痛还来上课，她对我们是那么的负责，对工作是那么的敬业。此时的我，好想对 陈老师说说我的心里话：“祝福我们的好老师，您的脚快快好起来，到时我又可听您的谆谆教诲了。”
教室里一下子变得静悄悄的，连呼吸声也能感觉到。一双双明亮的眼睛看着陈老师。陈老师的嗓子有点哑，说话的声音比平时轻了些，可她还讲得那么清楚，那么认真。写字时，陈老师皱起了眉头，大概她的脚在隐隐作痛。她揉了揉脚，咬紧牙关，又继续写字了。每个同学都十分专心地听着、看着。我们用关切的目光看着老师。看着她的身影，我眼睛湿湿的，仿佛细雨正滋润着我的心，那是爱的春雨。
The classroom became quiet all of a sudden, even the sound of breathing could be felt. A pair of bright eyes looked at Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen's voice is a little hoarse and her voice is lighter than usual, but she also speaks clearly and seriously. When writing, Mr. Chen frowned. Maybe her feet hurt. She rubbed her feet, clenched her teeth and continued to write. Every student listened and watched with great concentration. We looked at the teacher with concern. Looking at her figure, my eyes are wet, as if the drizzle is moistening my heart, that is the spring rain of love.