Teacher's Day is coming. I think of one of my teachers. She died young and left her young daughter behind. It's been many years. But her voice and face are still so clear. The days spent with her are still vivid. So I wrote an article to commemorate her.
Gently let me tell you about my teacher. You know. You sprinkle sweet dew on our dry hearts and they begin to grow and grow in the spring rain. You know you taught us to sow a little hope, so we set sail with a little sail. You should not teach us how to cultivate ourselves and how to cultivate our nature by doing good instead of evil. Every time we make a mistake, you smile and sigh, "You children." Let's learn how to treat everyone with tolerance.
What benefits us more is your rigorous and down-to-earth attitude. Do you remember that you were angry with us for our carelessness and impetuosity? And your strict scoring rules should be zero for one word. At that time, we all rejoiced in your anger, but in retrospect, your students should be grateful to you.
Gently, I don't want to wake you up. You just want to ask if you can pass the steps of heaven. Just want to ask you if you have colorful dreams in heaven?
Do you remember the quietest lesson? You smiled and said to us: This is your last lesson. At that moment, the air seemed to have ceased and solidified. You're speechless, we're speechless, we just feel cold tears. At that moment, we saw your haggard smile and your reluctance to teach.
You walked away gently, but you did not wave your sleeves like in that poem without leaving a cloud. You took away our helplessness, took away our endless worries and left us endless regrets.
Henceforth, no more mischievous, no longer regard teachers as their own pleasure.www.zuowenla.cn And that's the meaning of your life. Every time you would rather be angry than punish us. Every time you get angry, you laugh.
We regret never saying thanks to you and never saying that you worked so hard. It's just that you make you sick. I can't forget that the last time I saw your tiny body, it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it down. That's not what we know about you. That's not the one who holds his daughter and his family happy. That's not the one who has a quiet smile, although you still smile.
Teacher! Do you know that there seemed to be tens of millions of stabbing our hearts at that moment?
Everyone says that one day a teacher is a father all his life. Teacher, you are just like a loving father. You are not afraid of rain, dew, wind and frost. Shi En is as deep and wide as the sea.
Let me tell you gently. Teacher, this is a festival for you and for all teachers. I want all the teachers to say: Happy Teacher's Day!