teacher

The teacher is like a candle, burning herself, illuminating our young heart; the teacher is a gardener, still immersed in the night; the teacher is like a little raindrop in the spring, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts.

My teacher is a good teacher, and his face is full of kind smiles all day long. He is a very good teacher, to accompany us to eat, to tell us stories, to teach us a lot of truth.

Teacher, you are working for me, for the day and night, for six years, I saw that your hair is white again. I have seen more wrinkles every year for a few years. You tell us I have been firmly convinced that there is no banquet in life, but when I am about to separate, I can’t stop my tears and cry. Because I can't bear the classmates, I can't bear you, because this is another home of mine. She raised me to educate me, the teacher in my home, just like my reborn parents.

Now that the block is leaving you, I am extremely reluctant, and it’s hard to be elegant! Looking at the time of separation, getting closer and closer, my heart is very sad, the teacher I love you, I will definitely do what you teach us, learn to understand, learn to trust.

Learn to be grateful and then repay. More understanding, more trust, will have more peace.

The sixth grade of the People's Republic of China in Qianjiang District, Chongqing, China: Dai Xiaotong