my teacher

Teacher Lin Yan, you have a deep understanding, and there is never enough wisdom to guide us to climb the peak of science.

I remember once, you have a fever. Also insist on giving us classes. We know that you are very uncomfortable, but you are trying for us because you are close to the final exam when you are sick. After you finished speaking, I thought for a long time, there are several teachers like you in the world. Do our best to our students.

Another time you didn't sleep all night in order to correct our test papers. The next day, I cried. Just like you work hard, just to help us change the exam paper. Moreover, your illness is not good. Like you, no. I told you that it would be fine again. You can't say no, I promise you to take the test paper today...

Teacher, you are like a hard gardener, and we are meticulous. You burn yourself like a candle and illuminate others. You are a beautiful cultivator, a beautiful sower. You are a spring silkworm, spit out your last silk thread. You are the engineer of the human soul, who is not to praise you! Your love is more serious than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than the love of the friend

Fourth grade: Zhang Tingting