Thanksgiving teacher

The most grateful person is my teacher. The teacher taught us for a year. I became a primary school student by a child who is not sensible. I thank the teacher for his hard work.

Now, I understand the respect of the teacher and understand the hard work of the teacher. I remember that when I first entered the school, the students didn’t know how to go to class, some of them kept crying, they were clamoring to find a mother, and some of them had a good nose. Long, some of them can be made full of mud... Whenever the teacher always smiles at Mimi, it’s a bit funny to think of it now.

I don't know when I like to write a text. The teacher always patiently guides me and tells me that the sentence is good. The sentence has to be changed. The teacher also picks up the pencil circle and draws it. Sometimes I want to write and can't write it. The teacher told me the story. After the story was finished, my composition was also written. Whenever we made a mistake, the teacher raised the door and shouted a few times. The classmate who made the mistake spit out the tongue, and the teacher stopped pursuing it. Soon, the calm and joyful atmosphere was restored.

I remembered that the teacher had grown up with us for a year, and I thought about the hard work of the teacher. I wanted to pour a glass of water from my heart and handed it over and said: Teacher, you drink water.

Second day: Wen Yal Ya