Thanksgiving teacher

Thanksgiving teacher

The annual Thanksgiving Day is coming. There are many people in our lives who need us to be grateful, but my favorite teacher is our Ma teacher.

People often say that children are the flowers of the motherland. Teachers are the gardeners who cultivate the flowers. Yes, how can the flowers of the gardeners grow bright? Just like the song, "The quiet night stars are shining, the teacher's window is bright all night..." Yes, without the hard work of the teacher, we might not be like this.

Teacher Ma is also a very good teacher. I was sick that time, and I didn’t come to class for a few days. Of course, the class I did not understand. After class, the classmates went out to play, but I was still thinking about the topic in the classroom. At this time, Teacher Ma smiled and walked over and asked: "What happened? I didn't listen well to class."

"No, I didn't come the day before, I didn't understand today's class." I bowed my head.

"Come here, I will tell you something." Teacher Ma still smiles at Mimi.

After listening to Teacher Ma’s explanation, I understood a lot. The teacher asked: “I understand this time.” There is still a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I got it". I also smiled.

" Pay more attention to your body and don't bother you to learn."

Looking at the back of the teacher, I feel so kind.

Ah teacher! You teach us how to be a person, and introduce us into a spacious classroom with ignorance. Your care is like a spring breeze. Your protection makes us grow up healthily, and you feed us with hard sweat.

Teacher Ma, when you arrive at Thanksgiving, I will send you a song: "Silence late at night, the stars are shining, the teacher's window is bright all night..."