Dear teacher, I like your composition, no less than 500 words.

In this golden autumn harvest season, we have entered a new school year and ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. When we accept more knowledge with heavy harvest, a sense of loftiness towards teachers comes to mind again.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul. When we first entered the school and became a Young Pioneers with great joy, the teacher left a deep impression on us. The teacher is a hard gardener, who cultivates the flowers of the motherland every day. I hope we can grow up quickly ... Everything the teacher says and does makes us worship, which is the reason why the teacher teaches us how to be a man. We should thank our teachers for their education.

A living example is at hand. Shouldn't we study hard?

I remember that time, the teachers and students of the whole school held a prize-winning activity under the scorching sun. After two whole classes, the sun almost dried us, and we finally went back to the classroom to have a rest and have a drink. But dear teacher, you haven't drunk a mouthful of water, and you are still busy making up lessons for us. In the classroom, we listened to your hoarse voice and watched a drop of sweat as big as a bean flow down your neck. You just endured it until class was over. If you say that your grades are worse, the teacher will make it up for you. No matter how good your grades are, the teacher will not be partial to you. How can these simple and kind words not move us?

We cannot thank your teacher enough. When we receive more knowledge with heavy harvest, we know that the teacher is a candle, which burns itself out and illuminates others. Our little growth is inseparable from teachers, and our progress condenses the hard work and hard work of teachers. In this autumn harvest season, let the autumn wind send our heartfelt congratulations to our dear teacher!