Miss the gardener. Everything that has passed will become a kind of nostalgia ―― teacher, I miss my middle school days, I miss my alma mater, I miss you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... After a long time, your voice always rings in my ears; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ... Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you! Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher. Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart. Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing. The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ... Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear springs with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever ... People who drink poison to quench their thirst cherish its source and learn from it when they succeed.
Admire the gardener, you warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... 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! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart! You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students. I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you. You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart. In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.
Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest. Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you a teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever! Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired! Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty". 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!