a letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher Li:

Hello!

Time flies, between the fingers, six years have passed, and the "exciting moments" of that scene have become a glimpse of the past, but still vividly. They are like flavoring bags with different flavors. They are sour, spicy, sweet, bitter... more like a clever little note, some high, some low, one after the other, one after another, Formed a pleasing symphony, dressing up our lives with color!

Note A - sweet

For us, it is a great pleasure to be able to add glory to the class. And that time, we did it!

That time, it was the afternoon of Children's Day. Our school was going to hold tug-of-war competitions in various years. We VS six years. We won them last year and feel a little pressure this year, but we still believe that we will win! After the whistle, the "First World" war began! We pulled hard, pulled it, didn't dare to relax, just listened to the wind blowing in the ear, and the cheerleading of the cheerleaders who shouted. Time passed quickly. "The Second World and the Third World Wars have all started. In the end, we won the "three wins and two wins"! Everyone is happy!

Note B - acid

Notes - Acid is something I can't forget for a lifetime, because -

In the past six years, when the junior school graduated, he had to break up with the teachers and classmates who were like mothers, brothers and sisters. Some students hope that this day - the closed school is coming soon, I hope that this day will never come. It can often be "the day is not from the people", this day is still coming.

It’s raining in the sky, is the cloud in the sky crying for us to separate? Is Heaven pity for us this "love"? We are all sitting in the classroom, you want us to talk about the feelings of the years or the words of the classmates. At first, the students were silent, slowly, more and more... Listened, and said, I only think that tears only turn around in my eyes. How did that happen? Why should I cry? Although I tried every means to keep my tears from falling, I still couldn’t help the world, and tears came out. The back of my hand was wet, my eyes were redder, and I found that many of my classmates also cried. At this time, you come to us and tell us not to cry any more. You said, if we cry again, you have to cry. But my tears are still like the broken beads, the source is endless!

After the closed school was over, I and a few buddies went on the way home. Even though there were people nearby, we were still "falling in the rain". While walking, we talked about how many "sadness" and "not willing" we have...

This thing, now think of it, my eyes are still tearful!

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Teacher, although I graduated, I will not forget you. I can’t express my gratitude to you and every teacher and classmate. I can only really say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard!”

I wish you a smooth job and good health!

Your student: Zhuang Jinyan

July 9, 2007