' s head teacher is Miss Zhang Dan, and that thin figure runs between home and school every day. Every morning, when the stars and the moon are still playing in the air, they begin a day of study and life. I arrived early enough, but Mr. Zhang arrived at school to arrange tasks and clean up. Such a thin figure, getting up early and getting greedy for the dark, has a son who goes to primary school at home, regardless of coming to school for education and service. Such a thin figure, shuttling in the roar of the cold wind. I am in awe of that figure. Yes! What a sacred profession a teacher is! It's the head teacher. My mother is a teacher. She doesn't hold the post of head teacher. She doesn't leave until I leave every morning. He doesn't have to worry about the students' poor hygiene and the chaos in the classroom. The class teacher doesn't have to worry about it. But our teacher Zhang shows that she is full of energy every day, but I don't know how much hard sweat she has shed behind her back. Who knew that she was still giving lectures at the top of her voice during her illness? He never complained. When complaining about too much homework, did he ever think about what Mr. Zhang was doing? He is holding a textbook under that desk lamp and thinking over and over again about how to make a deeper text.
a few days, Mr. Zhang was ill. Looking at Mr. Zhang's tired body, my heart will always surge and be moved. I hope to repay the teacher's methods, homework and teachers in class, and make Mr. Zhang less angry. Comfort in the heart can at least make the teacher feel happy every day, then teacher Zhang's illness will get better soon. Such a thin figure, standing on the podium, is full of energy to explain the text, her voice is still low, and her expression is still cheerful. Oh, it is enough to hear from her voice that she is ill. The heart of the teacher shocked the sacredness!
some good teachers are very honored to dare to teach, and some good teachers are very proud. People should have a grateful heart and turn gratitude into a driving force for learning. Now, it can only be used to repay my beloved teacher.
A teacher is a candle, but also a steady stream that moistens everyone's heart. Teacher, please allow me to say: "teacher, I love you!" "
Dear teacher, you serve from dawn to dusk. It takes ten years to grow trees, but it takes a hundred years to nurture people. I will never forget your teacher's meticulous care. Thank you, the teacher who cut you, for your kindness.