Teachers are hard-working gardeners, and we are the flowers of our motherland. Teachers are meticulous in their work, which enables us to thrive. ...
The teacher I admire most is Mr. Jiang. When I was in the fifth grade, Mr. Jiang was assigned to our class to teach us Chinese. Teacher Jiang is an old teacher with rich teaching experience in our school. She left an indelible impression on me.
In class, Teacher Jiang teaches us to read and write. After school, she corrects our homework, leaving her hard sweat on every exercise book. Teacher, you have worked hard!
I remember that many people in our class were timid and didn't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. Later, Teacher Jiang encouraged us to say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong. I will help you correct it. As long as you dare to raise your hand, it is good. "
I'll tell you one more thing. Teacher Jiang's eyes can still "talk"! In her Chinese class, if someone talks, Ms. Jiang will look at them as if to say, "Don't talk, both of you." They will soon sit down and listen to the teacher carefully. Sometimes some students are called up to answer questions, and their voices are very nervous. Ms. Jiang will give them an encouraging look, as if to say, "Be brave, don't be afraid!" Then, their voices became louder. At this time, the teacher's eyes showed approval again. ...
Teacher Jiang sometimes jokes with us and tells jokes. At that time, there will be laughter in our classroom, and laughter will always "fly out" of the window and disappear into the air ... At that time, how much we wanted to let time pass slowly! Let's stay with the teacher forever at that moment!
Mr. Jiang, an outstanding soul engineer, has lived up to the people's great trust and trained a batch of successors to the revolutionary cause. Like a candle, she burned herself and lit up others. Like spring silkworms, they dedicated themselves and decorated others; Like chalk, it sacrificed itself and left knowledge; Like a gardener, he tirelessly cultivates small flowers.
Thank you, teacher! We should study hard, live up to your expectations and repay your kindness with excellent results! In the golden autumn of September, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. Here, I want to say: "Thank you, Teacher Jiang!"
Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; Goshawk thanks the sky, because the sky makes it fly. I want to thank many people, especially my Chinese teacher, Mr. Hu, who educated me from a young and ignorant child to a sensible student. I want to say to you: "teacher, you have worked hard!" " "
When you first came to our class, I couldn't adapt to it at once, because the teaching method was different from that of the previous teacher, so I always ignored your class, often deserted, and formed the bad habit of making small moves, and my Chinese homework level plummeted. After this phenomenon was discovered by my mother, she gave me a "prescription": if I don't understand it, I should always stare at the teacher, so that on the one hand, I can overcome the problem of inattention, on the other hand, I can cultivate my feelings for the new teacher by staring at the teacher for a long time. When the impression of the new teacher becomes better, it will be easier to listen to what the teacher says.
This move really worked. In a few days, I got used to your teaching methods and did my homework easily. But the bad habit of doing little tricks developed in the previous paragraph is like playing hide-and-seek with me. As soon as I let my guard down, it reappeared, put my hand under the table from time to time, and wanted to turn over other things whenever I had the chance, as if I didn't listen to my brain.
On this day in your class, my little hand slipped under the table involuntarily, and this subtle movement still could not escape your eyes. When you came to me, I immediately became nervous. "No, the teacher found it again! This time, there must be a slap in the face! " But you just stared at me with gentle eyes, and there was no storm as I imagined.
I read a lot from your eyes when my hanging heart was put down little by little. You severely urged me to forgive my mistakes and trust me more. I believe I will be able to correct my mistakes when I realize them. Your gentle eyes suddenly imprinted on my mind. When I have a little slack in my thoughts, I will feel your gentle and stern eyes staring at me, so that I can correct my wrong thoughts immediately. ...
Thank you, teacher. It is your trusting eyes that let me learn to find and correct my mistakes. It is your gentle eyes that have been urging me, so that I dare not indulge myself and make continuous progress.
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew. Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers. Thank you teacher!
You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!
I entered junior high school last year, and my reading habits that I have no time to manage at night have not changed. Because of lack of sleep, I yawned repeatedly in class and was listless in class. Before long, my burnout was seen by the teacher. "It's good to like reading, but it won't arrange time reasonably. Watching it too long at night will affect the study efficiency the next day. Class time is very precious. If you fall for a minute, you can't make it back in ten minutes after class. " The teacher said earnestly. So I promised my teacher that I would never read without restraint again, and I admired her keen observation from the bottom of my heart.
I don't like to raise my hand to speak in class. I think I can answer all the questions raised by the teacher. Sometimes the teacher asks me to answer questions, but I can't organize the language well, and I can't report the answers fluently, so I can only stutter. Two weeks later, the teacher talked to me again. The teacher said earnestly, "Your mouth can't always express what you think." Then put your hands up and speak actively in class. It will always change. "After hard work, a year has passed, and my grades have taken a big step forward compared with when I entered school.
Teachers can not only correct the beacon of our progress, but also repair our loopholes.
I did well in the first monthly exam of the second day of junior high school. However, due to the good results in the monthly exam, complacency arises spontaneously. During the mid-term exam review, I had a good time and my attention was extremely unfocused. Soon after the exam, the results came out-very poor, and I regretted it. The teacher came to see me again. "It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the mid-term exam. If you pass the exam, it will pass. The most important thing is to calm down and understand what you can't do and get good grades in the next exam. Be sure to keep your feet on the ground when reviewing. Do you know? " She said kindly. Listening to the teacher's kind words, I suddenly relaxed a lot: from the teacher, I was forgiven; From the teacher, I learned to look forward to the future.
You are a charcoal fire in winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea. -teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!
For us students, the first task is to study. So, who is paying for our study in obscurity? Is the teacher who gets along with us day and night! In my memory, every teacher is so kind. They are always so obedient to our study and meticulous in their work. The teacher devoted his life to the podium. ...
When we come to learn knowledge from teachers with heavy harvest fruits, teachers, like their own mothers, add a worship to teachers. Our childhood and even youth are spent under the nurturing of teachers. We went from the most basic aoe to being able to write wonderful and vivid articles; We went from the most basic 1+ 1 to being able to do 99×99, relying on the careful teaching of teachers. Talents who can embark on the road to success include the hard work and sweat of many teachers. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring. Every night, candles will dry the wick. The teacher's eyes, language and figure are deeply imprinted in my mind. The teacher silently ignites others, but silently burns himself.
I want to thank you! My teacher!
Teachers work hard and regard education as the whole of life. Every time I see the silver thread on the teacher's sideburns and the vicissitudes of his face, and listen to the teacher's increasingly hoarse voice, I feel a sense of admiration in my heart. What the teacher left me was a thin figure patiently lecturing in the flying chalk dust.
Students, every teacher is simple and kind. They are disseminators of cultivating the next generation and engineers of the human soul. They planted seeds one by one, and sent away groups of towering trees. Let's keep in mind-the teacher is unforgettable!
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The imprint left by snowflakes in winter, and the trace of life left by birds crossing the vast sky. In the long river of years, everyone has good memories.
In this sacred land-Hangzhou Baokui Tower Experimental School, it is here that I have mastered a lot of knowledge. Time flies, the sun flies, and I graduated from primary school in a blink of an eye, from an illiterate teenager to a teenager who can recite 70 ancient poems. In this process, I have to thank my head teacher and Chinese teacher, Miss Li.
On the first day of Mr. Li's succession, I was relieved to see him, because I was no longer the strict teacher Wang, but I was a little worried about being a male teacher, fearing that the teacher would be fierce. I didn't expect him to come in smiling, which made my heart fall to the ground.
Once, I was absent-minded in class and dragged my feet when I finished my homework. I was severely criticized by him and corrected slowly. Absent-minded in class, not procrastinating in finishing homework.
But sometimes I write a wonderful composition, and then he will read my composition aloud in the class, so that students can share my joy of success. In the study and conversation of Chinese class, I found that the teacher was very humorous, which sometimes made us laugh and made us unforgettable. He also told us some extracurricular knowledge in class.
I admire him very much, because he is the most talented teacher I have ever met, because he can teach computers, English, Chinese and arrange textbooks and scripts! And won many awards in Xihu District. I am usually naughty, but he patiently told me to correct it. Although some methods are too much, I know he is doing it for my own good.
This sacred land has enriched my life experience. Although it is not as beautiful as beautiful flowers and as pure as winter snow, it is rich and beautiful. Beautiful flowers bloom in this sacred land, so that all Hangzhou can smell this moving fragrance, thanks to this sacred land.
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Teachers are like candles, burning themselves, but giving others light. How can we students repay this kindness?
Teachers are sacred, great, pure and noble. Teachers have paid too much for us, working day and night and being busy day and night. Every time, when we step into disappointment, you will do your best to help us; When we succeed in everything, you will celebrate and cheer with us ... Yes, a teacher is like a gardener, working hard every day to cultivate the flowers of our motherland, in order to make us the pillars of our motherland and the pride of our motherland as soon as possible!
I remember when I was very young, only in the fourth grade of primary school. The head teacher at that time was teacher Yang. Miss Yang is a middle-aged woman in her early forties. She is a little fat and short. But she speaks methodically and vividly, and the characters in the book seem to come to the real world, and the tortuous story complex seems to happen to us. ...
One night, my father and I went to the playground of a primary school to play football, but we were exhausted after playing for a while. But suddenly, we found a faint light in the campus, and I followed it. Actually, my class has the lights on. At first, I thought that the student on duty forgot to turn off the light, but I immediately denied it, because Mr. Yang left the classroom at the end of every day. If she sees the light on, she will definitely turn it off.
All kinds of thoughts echoed in my mind, but the strong curiosity made me walk past, but suddenly I found that it was Miss Yang who was correcting homework and stood up and moved a few times from time to time. After a while, Teacher Yang finally finished correcting the homework. I thought she could go home from work, but Miss Yang took out her lesson plans and textbooks and began to prepare lessons under the light. No way! The teacher came home late at night for us, and all this was done by Teacher Yang for us. I didn't sleep that night.
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves, but giving others light. How can we students repay this kindness? Now I have left my alma mater Harbin Electrical Engineering Primary School and embarked on a new journey. I want to study harder in my middle school career, and I must not be careless. I should be admitted to an ideal high school. This should be the best gift for Mr. Yang and the biggest reward!
Teacher Yang, you have worked hard! Thank you!
Spin like spring silkworms and make candles to light the way. "For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to silkworms and candles. In her painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, how many flowers of the motherland have become the pillars of Kyushu Huaxia! Who knows how much sweat and tears it contains? Perhaps the teacher's white hair and wrinkles are the best witness. I don't know when flowers will bloom. Quietly, quietly, we, the successors of 2 1 century, came to this world. Slowly, slowly, we reached school age and pestered dad to go to school. We will never forget how happy and happy we are for the first time in our lives. It turned out that the teacher's kind smile and gentle words played a beautiful music like a happy note, which made us crazy. In this way, the teacher planted a happy fire in our hearts, and our crisp and loud voice sounded from time to time on campus. What a kind of happiness that is! Therefore, all the happiness we feel is caused by the teacher's love. The teacher pinned all her hopes on us. In this way, we painstakingly train teachers to trudge on this road of love and teach us how to be a man and how to do things. When we feel the charm of knowledge, they are urging: students, don't forget to forge ahead; When we fail in our studies, they are encouraging: success begins here; When we are sad, they are comforting: Come on, classmates! What unforgettable days! You, the glorious people's teacher, have taught us how to face difficulties, how to feel life, how to cherish happiness and how to develop ourselves. Not only did you take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge, but more importantly, you taught us to be grateful to others. These dribs and drabs, touching scenes, embellish our life wonderfully and beautifully, and also consolidate our memories unforgettable. Although we are only the rising sun, we should learn to release warmth and think and act with gratitude to our teachers. After all, the teacher has done too much for us. At this moment, on behalf of all the students, I would like to say to our respected teacher: Teacher, you have worked hard. Dear teacher, because of you, our world will become so beautiful. In the chaos, there is a bright light, a confused night sky and an eternal Beidou. You shoulder a sacred mission, you shoulder the future of the motherland, you shoulder the prosperity of the nation, and you shoulder the heavy responsibility of history. In this way, generations of teenagers grow up healthily under your care and move towards great prospects under your attention. Because of you, there is a special festival-Teacher's Day. Since then, the whole society has paid more attention to you, and we have seen and felt your greatness and ordinary. Your greatness lies in creating the world and sowing the future. It is you who lit the fire of our ideals and ensured the excellent quality of the future nation. What you have in common is that you have no regrets and no distractions except dedication. You never care about what you have lost, because you deeply understand what you have paid and what you have gained. This is the value and happiness of life that no number can calculate. " Yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn "is a true portrayal of our teacher's mood. Dear teacher, I compare you to a green leaf, and I compare you to a red candle. I can't praise your dedication and achievements! You are not a green leaf, but you nourish it. You are not a red candle, but you can shine through your heart, because your figure will always be reflected in front of our eyes. You painted every note in our life the most beautiful color in the world. From then on, our hearts are as magnificent as the sea. I really want to take out a string of firecrackers, release a string of blessings, and sing a heart song for our teacher with gorgeous flames. I sincerely wish the teacher happiness, happiness and happiness.
Article 1: The teacher's kindness is unforgettable.
Teachers are sacred, great, pure and noble. Teachers have paid too much for us, working day and night and being busy day and night. Every time, when we step into disappointment, you will try your best to help us; When we successfully do a good job, you will celebrate with us, cheer with us and warn us not to be proud ... Yes! A teacher is like a gardener, working hard to cultivate the flowers of our motherland every day, in order to make us become talents as soon as possible! Become the pillar of the motherland at an early date and become the pride of the motherland!
I remember that I was very young at that time and only went to the fourth grade of primary school: it was a gloomy afternoon and I was studying at school as usual. After the first class, I felt a little sick, had a headache and was afraid of the cold. I knew I might have caught a cold during my lunch break at noon. But I didn't care, and I fainted in the second class. Miss Sun, you are called to the classroom by your classmates. You reached out and touched my forehead. You are surprised: "Yuyu, you have a fever! And it burns badly. " At that time, I was a little unconscious and groggy and didn't answer. So you quickly wrapped me in a coat and let the students continue their classes. Then you take me to the clinic near the school and call my mother. You didn't go back to school quietly until the doctor hung the infusion bag for me and told you that I was fine.
In a blink of an eye, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as the infusion bag got home, it began to rain cats and dogs outside. Mom asked me to have a rest first. At this moment, there was a knock at the door outside. Mom opened the door and saw that it was Miss Sun. Although you wear a raincoat, your hair is still wet. You forgot to pick up the towel handed by your mother and take out your bag from the electric car, so you eagerly asked my mother how my situation was. My mother asked, "Teacher Sun, Yuyu is much better. But why are you here? " You said, "I came to see Yuyu." You also said, "The final exam is coming, and these classes are very important. I'll make up the jade." I came out of the room and said, "well, teacher, I'm much better." Let's make up the lessons. " Teacher Sun, you went on to say, "OK." Say that finish, you just found the towel that your mother handed you. You wiped your wet hair, took out a book and a bag of longan from your bag, and peeled the longan for me to eat while giving me a lecture. Teacher Sun, you make up lessons for me until eight o'clock in the evening. After class, mom asked you to stay after dinner. You said, "No, my son has a fever these days. I have to go home and have a look. " Then you put on your raincoat and ride an electric car in the wind and rain. Looking at your distant figure, I can't help but leave tears. ...
The teacher's kindness is heavy and unforgettable.
Chapter 2: Teacher, I want to say to you ...-Thoughts on reading Unforgettable Teacher's Grace.
The kindness of teachers is great. After reading this article, I can't help applauding tian teacher's unique teaching method and lamenting tian teacher's good intentions!
This article wrote that tian teacher/Kloc-started teaching at the age of 0/7. His teaching method is very strange. Every time he learns a text, he always tells a fascinating story with a beautiful expression, and the author is often fascinated by it and can't forget it for a long time.
When I read that one year I went to my hometown, on the edge of the village ... I thought the author would only say hello to old tian teacher. But I was wrong. The author not only greeted me, but also saluted me, reminding me of my teacher's dribs and drabs, stern eyes and critical words, all of which made my "Jin Doudou" flow down one by one. At that time, how much I hated my teacher. But when I think about it carefully, the teacher is also good for me and encourages me to concentrate on my studies, but I shouted a simple "good teacher" with no expression. Seeing my old teacher, I shouted and shouted listlessly, which was not from my heart at all. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. They paved the way for us to succeed. They persisted in preparing perfect teaching materials for us in the hot sun and bitter wind, regardless of their hard work. They sowed the seeds of literature in our young hearts. I want to respect my teacher from my heart.
What moved me most was that paragraph, "One year when I went back to my hometown, I met tian teacher, an old man with crutches, and even paid him a respectful tribute like a former pupil. Until now, I still regard old tian teacher as my teacher. " This shows how much the author respects and admires this teacher, so that the author will never forget this good teacher and thank him all his life.
The article "Unforgettable Teacher" not only made me understand how good the teacher is to us, but also increased my respect for the teacher. I think I will remember my teacher's kindness, tireless teaching and meticulous care for us in the future.
The teacher will always be a tall and straight tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain, while we are beautiful and delicate flowers, under the protection of the tree, emitting the fragrance of infatuation.
Chapter 3: The teacher's kindness is unforgettable.
The stars can't forget the background of the night; Rivers cannot forget the dedication of the source; Flowers and trees can't forget the baptism of wind and rain; I can't forget your selfless teacher.
Kindness will never forget that you take care of our nap at noon every day, rain or shine; The teacher will never forget your carefully corrected homework, which embodies your endless sweat; Mercy will never forget your every smile and the wonderful time we had.
I remember that it was a scorching day. The scorching sun was in the sky, the birds did not know where to hide, the flowers hung their heads, and there was hardly a figure on the playground of the campus. Although the weather is very hot, it still can't stop your strong sense of responsibility and love! In order to have a stable nap, let the bright and hot sun burn your white and tender skin and come to the classroom door, quietly walk into the classroom, gently close the curtains blown by the wind and turn off the rotating electric fan, lest we catch a cold by this cool breeze.
"In the middle of the night, the stars are shining quietly, and the lights in the teacher's room are still on." In the dead of night, the students are asleep, but you are still sitting on the desk, concentrating on correcting more than 70 exercise books in the class. When you see any mistakes made by your classmates, the teacher will write them in the blank of the exercise book with a bright red pen, and also write them (if you still don't understand, remember to ask the teacher in time! ), this method makes most students see it at a glance.
When some students in the class encounter setbacks, smile and explain to us how to face setbacks and tell us some advantages of setbacks. You once told us that life is not smooth sailing, and everyone will encounter setbacks, big and small, on the road of life. It is these setbacks, big and small, that compose an ordinary and beautiful song of life. In the face of setbacks, we should not be afraid, but should untie the past, face the reality, be carefree and create the future with our hearts. From setbacks, we understand that life is hard-won, so we cherish every harvest. Napoleon once said that the most difficult time is the day not far from success. Success has been honed many times, so we should cherish it. When encountering setbacks, as long as you believe in yourself, you will have the courage to meet challenges and will not shrink back in the face of difficulties and setbacks. Learning to face setbacks is also a gift of life, because people really rise up after setbacks.
Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than having love. You are my mentor and friend in my golden childhood. In these six years, I not only learned knowledge, but more importantly, teacher, you taught me how to face setbacks in life and how to fulfill my responsibilities. ...
Chapter four: The teacher's kindness is unforgettable and the teacher's affection lasts forever.
As the saying goes: "One day as a teacher, life as a father." The ancients "tasted a hundred miles away" for their teachers. This shows how important teachers are to us.
I have lived in the school for nine years since I first entered the school. I have met many teachers, but I have never been red-faced with a teacher, because I know the greatness of teacher love, and I know that there is nothing to repay the kindness and affection of teachers.
I still remember that I was just in the first grade, and I was still a babbling child. I stepped into the school gate with curiosity and beautiful fantasy and met the first teacher in my life. At that time, I was always full of curiosity and kept asking the teacher some silly questions now, but the teacher never felt bored. He always patiently and meticulously explains every "profound" question to me and tells me a beautiful "story", just like a baby snuggling in its mother's arms and listening to the story. He gave me the principles of being a man and the truth of life. Although it always sounds confusing, just like listening to a gobbledygook, I have benefited a lot from it now. I really appreciate her. I have no gratitude to my teacher for his kindness. I can only remember this teacher's feelings forever!
With gratitude and nostalgia for my teacher, I entered the second grade of La and met a new teacher. At the age of 9, I am no longer as cute and naive as I was in the first grade. For teachers, there is a new kind of gratitude, thanking them for giving us knowledge and correcting homework at midnight every day. There is nothing to repay this gratitude, only to remember the teacher's feelings forever!
With this gratitude, I have been to the fifth grade, primary school is about to graduate, life is about to step on a step, and teachers are about to leave me. I can't express my gratitude and yearning for them, only my heartfelt gratitude. The kindness of the teacher can't be repaid. Only by making them proud and happy for me with excellent results will their goodness be in my heart forever!
With curiosity about my new teacher and nostalgia for my former teacher, I entered middle school. After entering middle school, I met different teachers. At the same time, these different teachers taught me to be strict with myself and let me understand the true meaning of the profession of teachers.
Middle school teachers no longer talk and laugh with us in class all day. They are very serious and strict with us. There are countless problems waiting for us every day, and there are countless criticisms around us every day, but I know it is good for us. It is these teachers who have made me rigorous now. I have no gratitude to return, only to remember forever!
The middle school entrance examination is coming soon, and I will say goodbye to the teachers soon. Although we are not together, our teachers and classmates will always be together!
The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and the teacher's feelings will last forever. ! ! ! !
Chapter five: The teacher's kindness is profound and unforgettable.
The little square at the foot records all your joys and sorrows. Write with white chalk in your hand. Every child who grows up with you is your eternal expectation and pride. You hold up one dream after another for us, accompany us to cross the gap and overcome setbacks. You are a witness to our growth.
Our thoughtlessness and ignorance have wrinkled your forehead, and those words that make us regret will always echo in our dreams.
Our homework, our heart, has become a wall of books on your desk, and that old lamp is always dim silently with the night.
You said, "If God forgets to give us wings, then fly with dreams." But without your navigation, how can our young eagle not lose its way in the vast sky and lose hope in the storm?
You moisten our hearts with the love you spread, open our wisdom with rich knowledge, subtly influence our conduct with excellent personality, and cultivate our hearts with selfless dedication.
Pick up a fallen leaf, fill it with golden chapters, send it to your desk and tell you our truest and best wishes.
Arouse a breeze, make it full of green coolness, stroke your forehead, and take away all your troubles and sadness for you.
Turn on a star lamp, let it shine every night's dream, hang it in front of your window, and moisten every child's heart with your love.
Become a bird, let it sing to the sun, stay on your shoulder, and accompany you to be happy and healthy forever.
The teacher's kindness is heavy and unforgettable.
Chapter VI: The teacher's kindness is unforgettable.
In the depths of my memory, there is a teacher deeply rooted in my heart. She is Miss Cui, with curly blonde hair. Teacher Cui is the kindest and most considerate teacher, and her teacher is unforgettable. Thank you for spreading our knowledge and leading us forward when we are ignorant. Teacher Cui, you will always be the greatest and most admirable person in our hearts! You taught us knowledge, you taught us to be human, and you taught us to be grateful.
At that time, when you first came to teach us Chinese, we were too timid to raise our hands and take the initiative to speak. At this time, you will always kindly say to us, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, I don't blame you for being wrong."
Once, you were sick, attacked violently with germs and insisted on coming to school. In the middle of the class, you have sweat on your forehead, but your chapped lips are shaking rapidly. ...
In a blink of an eye, six spring and autumn years have passed, and you are leaving us. Your motherly care and caress will never be forgotten.
You are like a spring rain, nourishing our hearts with knowledge. I can remember every bit of three years together. It will be a great pleasure for you to teach us again.