We worked out together, and our day passed quietly, but the time the teachers spent with us far exceeded the time they spent with their families. So, if a teacher is not the best mother, what is she?
Yes, teachers are selfless red candles.
Burn yourself and illuminate others;
Teachers are hardworking gardeners,
Pay sweat for fragrance;
The teacher is a misty spring rain,
Moisturize things silently and ask for nothing in return;
The teacher is a golden key,
Rotate yourself and open the treasure house of knowledge!
But I think teachers are more like mothers,
Hard work, but easy to satisfy;
Informal, but hopeful ...
Teacher! You really have a heart that is easy to satisfy.
Our mistakes will rust in your mind and slowly disappear.
Our little progress will give off eternal fragrance in your heart.
Teacher, your heart is so small, as small as a treasure chest, it is easy to be loved and satisfied. Your heart is so big, as big as the sea, and it can hold everything.
Dreams are so short that they will flow away if you are not careful. When I think back to my childhood with my teacher, I always think of our best mother. ...