Teacher, I want to tell you

"Spring silkworms go to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry with tears." This is a poetry that is a kind of dedication, death and then dedication. Isn't the teacher so? You are like a burning candle, igniting your own life, let the flower of knowledge illuminate the hearts of a group of students until the end of life.

Dear Teacher Yang, I want to say to you: Thank you for your concern and care for me all the time. In the fourth grade, you served as the language teacher and deputy class teacher of our class. At that time, my language scores were also average in the class. It is you who discovered my potential and focused on cultivating me to achieve what I am today – a top student in a language class.

At that time, although you were a deputy head teacher in our class, you managed more than the class teacher. Even better, it was a class that had not been disciplined. You were managed by the well-organized and disciplined.

The review period of the fourth grade general final exam, you have to say goodbye to the surgery because of physical illness, the tears of the whole class ticking down, we are reluctant to you, we think that you are a good teacher, Teacher Yang, we all love you!

Dear teacher Yang, there is no spring cultivation, where is the fragrance of ten miles, I hope that you will always be the spring messenger, and the sunshine of the peace will be filled with humanity. You teach me to use our own minds to explore boldly, to find, to discover, to make life full of surprises. It is you who ignite the light of hope for us and broaden our horizons.

Teacher, I really want to say to you: "Happy Teacher's Day!"

First day: Zhang Zi'ao