My biology female teacher in seventh grade

Always liked to wear a long skirt to class
She was young, beautiful, simple, and capable.
The most memorable thing was when she taught us about human anatomy and reproductive development,
The boys listened very carefully, even some were teasing.
She stood on the podium,
And instead blushed slightly, a bit shy.
Later I found out that we were her first class after graduation.
She was genuinely kind to us.
Once, during a labor class, I accidentally cut my finger while pulling weeds,
She squatted down and carefully helped me clean and bandage the wound,
Just like a mother's care,
Even after all these years, I still remember vividly.
That was a pure, warm, and slightly naive memory from my youth.
Her warmth has always quietly stayed in my heart.