a letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher Huang:

Whenever I saw the dandelion eyelids in my home, I couldn't help but drop a few drops of crystal clear tears. In this colorful world, I still whispered. Teacher, I am going to leave you like the dandelion left the root mother. I heard the classmates say: "Now I am willing to leave this campus full of childlikeness." In fact, in their hearts, one hundred are unwilling to leave.

I remember that when I was just our class teacher, I was only eight years old. I happily took my father’s hand to the bright and unfamiliar classroom and looked at the strange faces. After a minute or two, I saw a deep face and I was very happy. Isn't that the kindness and kindness of my dream teacher? I started my study life with her day and night.

It turned out that in fact, I didn't study well. Language needs dad, mathematics and indispensable dad to explain. When I was lucky enough to be your student, I liked your special teaching method. Compared with before, the language is different. Greatly improved.

At that time, when I was in the first grade, I heard Dad telling my father that if the child is not good at learning, I should change the teacher. I will give the child the money to let the child go to a good school. I suddenly went in and said: Hanjie is so big, I don’t believe that I can’t find a good teacher. One year has passed, two years have passed, three years have passed, and I have met you in the fourth grade. I like the language, and the language level has also improved. When I took the glorious certificate to the big man, I said, "Children," "The big man lost, the teacher is good, you have to learn." I think you must be very happy when you listen to the big sister? I am also very happy because I found a good teacher.

The teacher has been away for three years, one after another in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It’s almost a matter of time to get along with us. The teacher hopes that you can remember me and make my innocent smiles bloom forever in your heart.

The night was quiet, I looked at the dandelion, and I couldn't help but drop a few drops of tears in my eyes. I couldn't help but think of Gong Zizhen's poem: Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into a spring mud and protecting flowers.

I wish you

Laughing often

Your flower: small dandelion

June 2, 2019

Hanjie National Primary Six: Little Dandelion