My teacher, an excellent language class teacher, a medium-sized teacher, a head of long hair will be her sprightly performance, although a few wrinkles have crept into her face, but her smile is still so innocent, so firm.
Some people say, "A father's love is like a mountain, a mother's love is like water," and it is the mountain and water that continue the life. But that life is fragile, pale. What gives life strength? And what gives life to color? Is love, is the teacher's pure love. Teacher's love is like water like spirit, give us intelligence; teacher's love is like mountain like majestic, give us a sense of security.
The land is most aware of the selflessness of the spring rain, all things most understand the generosity of the sun. Teachers, your kindness, we do students can best appreciate; meticulous explanation, teaching, enthusiastic encouragement, harsh criticism, are our care, love for us. I am most unforgettable, but also the most want to thank is my language teacher - Mr. Zhou. It is you, when I am lost, give me light Huai, which makes me find the exit.
I remember a nap, everyone is tired and fell asleep, but you are still not afraid of fatigue for us to correct the homework, because I saw you from time to time to rub the tired eyes, you can imagine, you must be very tired at that time. Who did you do all this for? It was for all of us! I look at the look, tears blurred my eyes, I lie on the table to prevent tears out, but the tears are in my unconscious quietly across my face ......
Teacher Zhou, I would like to say to you: "It is you who gave me the confidence to learn, it is you who gave me the courage to live happily, it is you who gave me the motivation to strive for excellence. gave me the motivation to strive for excellence, and you gave me the hope to run to a better future!"
Teacher Zhou, you are the knock on the door of my wisdom; you are the golden key to open the door of my happiness; you are the guide in my life voyage; you are the conductor of the music of my life. ( Laundry Woman Self-service Laundry Chain - Laundry Woman Literature www.tcl-xyj.com )
Teacher Zhou, you look serious every day to go to the podium, how I hope you can smile ah! In this way, the students' lack of seriousness may float away in a smile, and our distance from you will be closer because of this angelic smile!
Mr. Zhou, do you know? Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks I will think of your smile in a flash, and that smile is extraordinarily kind. This smile makes me confident, makes me strong, gives me encouragement, and also takes me across countless difficulties and bumps.
If parents have the grace of raising us, then you have the grace of cultivating us y. It is you who led me into the hall of knowledge and took me into the ocean of wisdom. It can be said that without you, there is no such thing.
The long road of learning, each step is recorded in the touches you give; twists and turns of the road of life, each step has your sincere advice and care. You use all the knowledge to water a budding heart, you use your life's love to warm a once lost and lonely heart; you use the world's most beautiful language to open up a knot in the heart, you use a beautiful rainbow across our mutual heart. Although your face is full of the vicissitudes of time, but you still put the most beautiful smile printed in everyone's heart.
There is a kind of love called moving, because there is a spirit called dedication. There is a heart called gratitude, because there is a love called selfless. Teacher, you slip away is the years, leaving behind is my sincere blessings!
Part 2: Mr. Zhou, I miss you
Lifting my pen, I want to say: Mr. Zhou, I miss you!
Teacher Zhou was my elementary school homeroom teacher, she was tall, a long black hair resting behind her, giving people a sense of mystery. Now, I have moved to a higher step - junior high school, Ms. Zhou's shadow often comes to mind, because - Ms. Zhou, I to you!
Lift the pen, I want to say: Mr. Zhou, I want you! Whenever the class, in front of you is no longer long hair flowing, it will evoke a trace of sadness in me. Teacher is colorfully on the "last lesson", my heart as overturned bottle of five flavors, five flavors mixed together, bitter on behalf of miss - in the last lesson of elementary school, just a sadness lingers in the heart. Hurt, floating in the air; tears, flowing in the heart ...... six years of time is going to use the eraser, leaving a blank sheet of paper to write the hymn of junior high school. This piece of paper leaves a mark that is shinier than diamonds and more precious than crystals. Mr. Zhou, I miss you!
Lifting the pen, I want to say: Mr. Zhou, I miss you! I am no longer an elementary school student, the life of the middle school is busy, your unique educational methods always appear from time to time. You like to take us to challenge the weak links, we break through the success, activities are rewarded. I remember the "Centipede Race" and the joy that spread throughout my body when I saw the younger students playing this game. On Friday, you announced the instructions for the activity, and the girls were motivated, the boys were excited, and the groups started practicing. Everyone squatted on the ground, holding the waist of the students in front of them, squirming forward with difficulty, the earth's new new centipede is bathing in the sunshine ...... We fell, sweating, shouting tired, but all of them were full of spring, and the eight giant centipedes struggled to crawl to the finish line. But when the eight centipedes succeeded in arriving, cheers bloomed the most beautiful flowers on the playground, and the event drew to a close with shouts. Now, academic life is a marathon run, and success in endless endeavors is a clogged road with no gaps to fill in the joy we need. Activity? The sky's the limit. Only a time machine loaded with thoughts to recall my inner laughter. Mr. Zhou, I miss you!
Lifting my pen, I want to say: Mr. Zhou, I miss you! The new drill has been learned, will it be far from the competition? Moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor. "Physical" The sixth grade games were a leap of a century. Before the competition, you gave us a "general's order" to secure the honor of being the champion, the first throne in jail, and put an exclamation point on elementary school! This burden, seems to be a piece of cake: class 3 and we are not similar, but we are also a lot of talent ah! You pumped us up, cheered us on, trained with us, and just waited for the competition! Exciting time has come, the footsteps of the Games as a firecracker. 100 meters of excitement: 30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters ... a moment, the air condensed, only to see the first leap in a second into the eternal history; sports commissioner threw to leave a perfect miracle. You use the camera to leave our wonderful moments, with a cup of water to wash away our tired sweat, with care to warm our heart after defeat ...... training ushered in the competition, efforts in exchange for success, ranking used to make you smile. We did it! When can it be in so? Zhou teacher, I miss you!
Lift the pen, think of you; rest, think of you; tired, think of you; all the time - think of you!
August 8, 2028, that's our agreement ......
Lift the pen, just want to say - Teacher Zhou, I think of you ......( Laundry Woman Self Help Laundry Chain - Laundry Woman Literature www.tcl-xyj.com )
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Part 3: Teachers I want to say to you
Teachers I want to say to you that you are like a fairy sent down from the sky, but of course it's not that exaggerated. You are our beloved teacher, you such as a thin quilt in our hearts, but in our hearts your thin quilt becomes warm and comfortable. I know you will say I am nagging again. I'd rather talk to you about something more serious.
Listening to the class said that the teacher recently prejudice Chen Ziyu, but I do not think so. After all, she is my closest friend. She's also the one who worked hard to get where she is - it's not easy for her either.
What do you think of my grades, teacher? I always feel that I am not as good as others, who always have better brains and better hands than me. Again, they say some words and do some small actions in class. I don't know whether those faults have changed or not. I always feel that my grades have no horizontal line, sometimes progress; sometimes it's like sitting on a skateboard and falling down. Teacher do you think I am a lively, active, and crybaby little girl?
Teacher I would like to say a lot more to you, but I'm running out of time to write this article, it's better to talk to you in a few words. Teacher you said last time, by the time our class reaches sixth grade. You will not teach us, I am very sad why you do not teach us to finish the sixth grade in the not teach us can not? I will be obedient I promise, but I'm not sure the whole class will be obedient.
Thank you, teacher, for teaching me so much. I hope that I can learn from those who have good grades, and I will certainly do my best.
Teacher I also want to say to you, I am in your eyes is not give you a good impression? It's okay, as long as you do not go away in the sixth grade I will not let you down, next semester I will work twice as hard.
Teacher I still have a lot of things to say to you, it seems that there is no is between, or next time say it bye bye ......