teacher

In the autumn of September, the fruitful fruit, the campus is filled with the laughter of the students, the joy of the harvest in the air, the sky in September is exceptionally clear, the blue sky and white clouds are woven into a pleasant picture, and there is a golden sunshine. The team that worked quietly, they are the most beautiful figure in this season, that is, the diligent and simple people's teachers. They have nurtured us with love and knowledge. The time is changing, the years are changing, and the teachers are gradually changing day after day. Old, dark blackboards and white powders make us worry about their bodies. I want to say to them: "Dear teacher, no matter how many years, no matter where we are going, you will always be our most dear one!"

The memory became a scorpion, and the years were woven into a spider web. Forgetting the merits and demerits, leaving you alone in a crystal dream. The morning reading under the frosty leaves, the playground under the sunlight, the light of the night...

Teacher, in the depths of your heart, there is a forest of love; you have planted the seeds of civilization in the grassland, making the ideals of the students become reality, and life is more exciting.

Sending away the hot summer summer, ushing in the cool golden autumn. In this harvest season, in the festival that belongs to you, we will sing praise songs with the brightest songs. We will sing for you with the best wishes. Acura, dear teacher, you have worked hard, I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!

Fifth grade: happy cute princess