grateful to you

As soon as Teacher's Day is over, everyone says that the teacher is cultivating the pillars of the motherland. In fact, the teacher is the pillar of the motherland. It is they who support the backbone of our generation!

Blue is the color of the sky, symbolizing the love of the big; yellow is the color of the land, symbolizing the mother; green is the color of life, symbolizing the vitality of youth; red is the color of the setting sun, it symbolizes my lovely teacher.

The teacher, who led us into the hall of knowledge, is the enlightener of our lives. Years passed, and in the twinkling of an eye, fifteen spring and autumn passed. Many teachers have gradually become indifferent in my memory, but he is like a living seed, rooting in my mind, sprouting, so that I can hardly forget.

People say that the 12-year-old child bids farewell to childhood and bids farewell to childishness, just like a new milestone stands in our life journey. But we are not sensible at all, not mature at all. In addition to learning, I only know how to play all day long. What we never imagined is that Teacher Xu seems to be a ten-year-old child. After class, we put down our tired work, like a bird rushing to the playground. Sometimes he will also join our activities. With the help of Teacher Xu, we have had a good time. We have forgotten our worries and are enchanted by the simplicity and warmth of nature...

Teacher! You are like a red candle, burning yourself to illuminate others; you are like a spring silkworm, spit out silver to give others a cold; you are like a plastic craftsman, shaping a beautiful soul. Teacher! You don't have a gorgeous stage, and there are no flowers, but you have our lovely students. It is the sunshine that loves you, the wisdom of the rain, the day after day, you care for the motherland's tomorrow. Until you put Chunhua in the autumn.

Teacher! There is no spring cultivation, where is the fragrance of thousands of miles, without you, ah, today, I wish you will always be the messenger of spring, the spring sun filled the world.

Nanshi, Xixiangtang District, Nanning, Guangxi, China, fifth grade: Happy Flying Tiger V