Teacher Chen, I want to tell you

Dear teacher Chen:

Hello.

When I was ready to write, my mind was not a piece of praise and gorgeous sentences, but a smile that smiled from you...

I also clearly remember that the day we met, the rainy days, you smiled at us, your smile was so kind, so unforgettable, the annoying rainy days suddenly became so pleasing.

You don't like the teachers in the classroom, forcing knowledge to us, so that we can't absorb them, but teach us a little bit of knowledge through the game; you never tell us the answer directly, always let We solve it ourselves by our own methods. You always tell us that there is more than one method to solve each problem. Just use your brain to find other methods.

You always tell us that we want to combine work and rest. Every week, we will have a two-day game class. You can always make some new games. After class, you let us write the contents of the game class into the composition. Everyone complains that they are afraid to write too much. Will be jealous.

Teacher, you are not as serious as classmates in other classes. Although you are so serious during class, you are very kind when you are in class, giving you a feeling of closeness. I and some of my classmates go to your office from time to time to discuss something with you.

You treat us like your own children. When we have a headache, you always take out the money, let us go to the doctor, you don't want us to give you the money, and say that you still need to use the results. Your obscurity, your unrequited, let me touch, I really can't find a teacher who can have students as their own children.

On a night of self-study, I saw that your office had a faint light. I looked at it with curiosity and saw that you were correcting the assignment. Although your office doors and windows are closed, there will still be a cold wind blowing in, and your hands will be shrunk. I clearly saw that your hands were frozen and purple, the clothes on your body were so thin, and your mouth kept exhaling a group of white air. Under the faint light, your pen is constantly moving, ''Auntie. ''You sneezed, you just took a napkin and wiped it, and then corrected the homework. I looked at the time, it was already 8 o'clock, the night was deep, you still didn't rest, I didn't dare to go in and bother you, I had to leave slowly. I have a sore nose and my heart is moving. I barely saw a teacher like you. In order to allow students to get homework tomorrow, you will work day and night.

You are like sweet rain, bit by bit moisturizing the earth, I am like a small sapling in the earth, greedily sucking the sweet rain, the knowledge of the rain is so sweet, like fertilizer, let me fast Growing up, fertilizing me bit by bit, not a one-time fall, I can't accept it. Teacher, your education method, I like it very much.

You are a cool wind in the summer, gently squatting, just to send a cool, not asking for return; you are a candle in the dark, just to illuminate the road, you are a hard gardener, watering us , fertilize, do not ask for a return.

Teacher, you educate us in obscurity, you don't know how much precious time you waste, we don't know how to compensate you, we can only use your results to repay you. Teacher, it’s only the last semester. We should study hard and draw a perfect ending for our 6-year primary school life, which will leave you a good impression. This is the last year to stay in the alma mater. I will be good. Cherish, there is no regret in the last year.

Teacher, thank you for your happiness in the last year of my small year. I have learned a lot of writing methods. It seems that my six years of primary school life has benefited a lot.

Wish: good health.

your student

Hou Tingwei

Grade 6 of Geling Center, Geling Town, Yongtai County, Fuzhou City, Fujian Province: Hou Tingwei