a letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher Zhu:

Everyone said that the teacher is like a lamp that illuminates the way forward for the students. The teacher, like a hard gardener, has cultivated many saplings that are soaring. The teacher is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating others. Yes, I am one of the peaches and plums that you have planted by hand. My buds grow and bathe your sunshine and rain!

You are my favorite teacher. You are a patient with pharyngitis. Every time you have a cup of hot tea in class, sometimes you cough from time to time while you are teaching. Once, you cough when you say a few words. Looking at your red face, my heart silently thought: "Mr. Zhu, don't talk, go take a cup of hot water to rest!" But you didn't stop. Sometimes I hear your cough, I feel itchy throat, tears in my eyes keep spinning, and sometimes I want to help you share it, you give everything you have, leaving no trace We are.

I remember that there was a tug-of-war competition. You endured the pain and shouted with our cheerleaders. One, two, three. I looked at your look and couldn’t help but scream more. It seems that there is a divine power to help me. After the game, we know that we have got it. Second place, you said to us, if you have worked hard, the second place is already very good. We compare with ourselves and focus on participation. I listened to your words and couldn’t help but respect it.

In another month, we will leave our alma mater and leave the teachers and classmates who are getting along with each other. I am very sad, especially after leaving you. We have been together for three years. No one can tell how much wind and rain has experienced in these three years. In three years, the short is very short, and the length is very long. Anyway, these three years are my most memorable three years and the most important three years in my life.

I will always remember you, a short black hair with a slight yellowish hair, a pair of eyes that will give us motivation, a mouth that exports into a chapter, a pair of hands that always hold a chalk... In short, a thousand words merge into one sentence Teacher Zhu, I love you.

I wish you

Working smoothly

Healthy body

Family fun

Your student: Wu Meng Vanadium

May 19, 2019

Hangzhou Yuhang Xingqiao National Primary Sixth: The Last Drop of Tears