An essay on material: a father asks his son to move a rock, and when it doesn't move, the father says to his son, "You still have me" 600 words

. Time flies, in the blink of an eye, twenty years, teacher, are you okay?

Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your hands and feet, often shown in front of my eyes; your care, love and care, has been lingering in my mind; your good guidance, teaching, so far, remembered in my heart; you and us together when everything, are as if yesterday vivid in my mind.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you gave me the confidence to learn; you gave me the courage to live, you gave me the motivation to work hard, you gave me the hope of running to a good future.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you are the knocking brick to open my wisdom; you are the golden key to open the door of happiness; you are the guide in my life voyage; you are the conductor of the music of my life.

Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, perhaps I would have given up on myself; without you, perhaps I would have been so addicted to go on; without you, perhaps there is no prospect of my life; without you, perhaps there is no me today.

Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me in the wind and rain; thank you for giving me warmth when it's freezing; thank you for nurturing me; thank you for knowing me.

Teacher, I want to say to you: the New Year is here, I wish you good health, happiness, and beauty, and happy every day! Good people have peace in their lives!