a letter to the teacher

a letter to the teacher

Dear teacher:

Hello! When I asked the pen to write this letter, I really didn't know what I should say to you now. The two years of time can erase me how much memory you have. For a long time, I closed my eyes and tried to think hard. The surroundings seemed to be very quiet, the temperature of the air instantly dropped to the freezing point, and the coldness was a bit suffocating. Teacher, maybe only now, I realized that the time grandfather is so cruel-----relentlessly took away my youthful years, and the people, things, things that I used to be around, even the memories did not stay. A complete outline, in addition to a vain in the mind. Suddenly, I didn’t pay attention to the pen in my hand. I didn’t pinch it. I accidentally landed and slammed my eyes open, and there was a series of vague memories in my mind. At this point, I was a little excited, and inadvertently took back the hand that was about to go to the pen, letting the pen "enjoy" loneliness on the floor.

Teacher, do you know? The one who is arguing for the girl on the billiard table and the person we play table tennis is you; the one who is vying to be the referee on the basketball court is you; the one who is carrying the president and insisting on the party is you; and... …very many. I don't know if you still remember the moments that made me feel incredible.

At this time, I am still relishing, recollecting, with a faint smile----the print without color----there is no lack of fun and unspeakable emotions--- right, and that Not inferior to the artistic sense of Van Gogh's "Sunflower".

Teacher, I am a little shaken, I find that I can't write anymore. A series of vague memories that emerged in my mind made me a bit stunned---how can this short page of white paper copy my emotions and deep memories? The brilliance on my face began to fade, and I moved intently and unintentionally, opened the drawer, took out the long-lasting graduation photo, and carefully wiped the dust off with my hands. It was a piece of pure smile----looking at the self on the photo----deliberately pretending to be smiling, but my heart was filled with complaints about parting. Looking at it, I laughed too. Teacher, you can take it out and see it! Look at you, laugh so pure, so beautiful, so amiable. There is a sun shining in all things in the sky, and I think you are the sun in my heart. The grass feels the warmth of the sun in the sky, and my classmates and other students feel your warmth. In the days to come, walking on the road of this society, please believe: we may not be as strong as a tree, but at least as strong as grass!

Teacher, I want to tell you how beautiful the stars are tonight, but the crescent-shaped crescent moon has slept quietly...

wish:

Good health, everything goes well!

Your student: XXX

Xx xx, 2007