Dear teacher:
Hello!
Teacher, it's Teacher's Day, and I can't help thinking of you. Childhood dribs and drabs flashed before my eyes.
Do you remember? That refreshing morning, I first came to a so-called? School? Where I stood timidly, you came over, with fair skin and delicate, beautiful long hair casually draped over your shoulders, and bright big eyes like a clear and transparent spring, shining with smart light. That cherry-like mouth and two bright lips gently bend an arc, so quiet and beautiful! You came into my eyes with a breezy smile. I am no longer timid and put my little hand in your palm with a smile.
From then on, you became my teacher. When I can't answer the question, you will give me encouragement. As long as I see your eyes, I will calm down and the answer will blurt out without thinking. You will gently cover me with a quilt and tell me stories when I can't sleep, and your voice is very gentle; When I cry, you will hold me, let me sit on your lap, tell me stories and whisper. I listened quietly, and my mood gradually became happy.
Time flies, happy time is always short, I want to leave this place, I want to leave my teacher. I still vaguely remember that you looked at me expectantly and told me to study hard. I nodded hard.
Teacher Cui, I am a junior high school student now. I didn't let you down. For seven years, I have been studying hard on the road where you are full of expectations for me. Teacher, I am moving towards my ideal. I will study hard in exchange for your smile. Your beautiful smiling face warms my heart and makes a child feel a lot of care and warmth.
Teacher, I won't let you down! I will succeed one day. I will stand in front of you with a smile. I will make you proud of me and your students. I will. I will.
Finally, I wish the teacher health and beauty, all the best and a happy holiday!
I am here to convey
Salute!
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20xx year x month x day
A letter from Teacher's Day 2
Dear Teacher Wang Xiuying:
Time flies, just like fine sand flowing through your fingers, it doesn't hurt. Three years have passed in an instant, but I clearly remember your busy figure, which is deeply reflected in my heart.
Teacher, I have a lot to tell you. I remember that summer, I just transferred to Suzhou, just like a frightened bird, full of anxiety about a strange environment. I'm worried that I can't keep up with my grades, which will drag my class back, so I'm very nervous. So when I first entered the class, I chose a back seat and sat down. At that time, I was still very young and had too many unknowns about the world. You reminded me that you care about me in every way. I still remember that at that time, my Chinese grades were counting down in my class. You are also anxious about this, but you didn't talk about me and always encouraged me. Often say to me:? Come on, you can do it. ? I accepted your encouragement, stopped going my own way, studied hard and revised my dictation late every day. I know you didn't have a rest at that time, and you were burying your head under the desk lamp to approve your homework. So you have been wearing thick glasses since the first time I saw you, but I know your heart is bright and clear. I will remember your efforts and sweat for us.
Thank you, Miss Wang. I especially like listening to your class. Your class is very interesting. You teach us to play games, read books, be human and get along with others? In a word, you are like the wings of an angel, surrounding us and protecting us. You gave me hope when I was lost and wrote a brilliant chapter on me. There are many children in a class, just like the sea, it is an ocean of knowledge. And I am so small, like a wave in the sea, aren't you a giant lighthouse? Your light pours into our hearts, perhaps not as dazzling as the sun, but it also illuminates my heart.
Dear teacher Wang, you are my guide on the road of life. Tomorrow is Teachers' Day. I wish you good health and smooth work. You must pay attention to rest in class and don't get tired. In this way, your eyesight may gradually get better! Haha, teacher, I wish you a happy Teacher's Day again!
Yang
Xx，xx，XX，XX
A letter from Teacher's Day 3
Dear teacher:
Hello. Today is Teacher's Day, I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of our motherland. But I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. You are the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the next generation! Your character and spirit can be expressed in two words. Burning! Keep burning!
The courses you teach are so colorful that each chapter seems to open a window for me and let me see a colorful new world.
Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring. Teacher, open the window and have a look. This is all love. This garden full of peaches and plums is a tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who doesn't praise you? Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with blooming flowers and ripe fruits, hanging quietly in the shadow of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like the root of an unknown tree, making the young trees grow stronger and stronger, and making the branches full of rich fruits without any compensation.
You gave us a ruler of life and let us measure it every day. You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so we can learn from it anywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest. You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. Never send a bucket of water when the seedlings need a glass of water. When you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in time and properly is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. Whether it is cold, ripe peach, red flow, plum essence, it is easy to grow flowers, but it is difficult to grow flowers. The fragrance floating in the valley is unusual. Poetry is full of people, painting is full of people, and talented people laugh.
Teacher, are you using the noblest feelings of human beings? Love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teachers.
You are working now, but you are building the future of the motherland. Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are the sand in the clam. You lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and only look at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. I dedicate it to you, my profound teacher.
The teacher lit a fire and ignited the fire in the students' hearts. Teachers are stone steps, shouldering the heavy responsibility of students' steady climb step by step.
You are like a candle. Although thin and weak, it has a little heat, emits a little light, illuminates others and exhausts itself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. Your language is as sweet as a mountain spring in Dong Ading, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a running river.
Spring silkworms don't boast all their lives. The silver thread he spits out is a yardstick to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming of peaches and plums is your highest compliment.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than love. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and purest in the world.
The value of fireflies lies in that they illuminate others with lights hanging behind them. Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who sprinkles rain and dew all over the earth? Who is cultivating seedlings diligently? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at these flowers blooming everywhere, which one is without your careful care and which one is without your smile!
Finally, I wish the teacher a happy holiday, good health and all the best.
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