Teacher, you have purified my mind with the blackboard eraser, and you have added wisdom, sincerity, firmness, modesty and simplicity to my blackboard-like mind with chalk-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.
Teacher, today, in the light of wisdom we send out, there is still the spark that you ignited in the past! It is your gentle words that wash away the dust and sludge in my heart; It is your trickle-like reminder that inspires me to move forward.
You purified my mind with the blackboard eraser, and you added wisdom to my blackboard-like mind with chalk. I sincerely wish you happiness forever! It was you who purified my mind with the blackboard eraser, you added wisdom to my blackboard-like mind with chalk, your hard work spread all over the students, and your hard work cultivated a new generation of favored children. A thousand words can't express my gratitude.
In this beautiful festival, I want to write a beautiful poem for my teacher with the words and beautiful words that my teacher taught me.
Teacher, thank you for illuminating the journey of my life with your own light of life. Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory, and I miss every minute you spent with us! Teacher, bless you: peaches and plums are everywhere, and spring shines everywhere! With your guidance all the way, you won't lose your way; With your attention along the way, you are more confident and brave. ...
Thank you teacher!
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If you are about to graduate = =
Tomorrow, we will graduate.
As soon as I think of tomorrow, I will bid farewell to the beautiful campus and the teachers and classmates who live together day and night, and I will feel a deep attachment in my heart.
I still clearly remember that six years ago, we snuggled up to our parents and walked into the campus with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. The grassy playground, the quiet classroom with bright windows, innocent classmates, amiable teachers and textbooks with ink fragrance are all so touching.
Six years of study and life is more like a colorful picture. Every morning, we step into the school gate facing the morning sun, and our laughter suddenly ripples on the campus that has been silent all night. Morning exercises began, and we lined up to enter the playground. Neat movements and vigorous posture are really a bit of military spirit! When the bell rang, we hurried into the classroom. In class, we listen attentively, read passionately, like others, just like seedlings, enjoying the sweet spring flowing from sales. Writing at noon 15 minutes is our compulsory course every day. In elegant and relaxed music, we paint famous cards in red. From those characters, we feel the profoundness of China culture. The extracurricular interest group activities twice a week are particularly popular with us. At this time, we rushed to our favorite places: some studied computers, some rehearsed chorus, some went out to sketch, and some made specimens.
Six years have passed and we are growing up healthily here. We learned a lot of knowledge and skills, learned how to be a man, and felt the joy and happiness of childhood. Alma mater, alma mater, these are the spiritual wealth you gave us, how can we forget! Dear teacher, looking back on the course of six years, every achievement of ours embodies your hard work and sweat, and every progress of ours cannot be separated from your help and guidance. It is you who meticulously taught us all kinds of knowledge in class, you who participated in the activities of the Young Eagle Holiday Team with us, and you who used Sunday to look up information in the library to guide our science and technology team to make small inventions. After working day and night, your forehead is covered with wrinkles, and the dust of chalk has dyed your hair white. However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education, and nothing can change your forever young and creative heart. Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds. In my mind, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean.
At this parting moment, dear teacher, we want to send you a song, so that you can listen to our hearts when you are at rest. We will put a poem like fire under your pillow, so that you can feel our fiery heartbeat in your sleep.
Strolling in the beautiful campus, the saplings we planted by ourselves have now grown into small trees. Dear students, at this parting moment, let's fertilize and water the young trees again. When these small trees grow into big trees, when we become the pillars of the motherland, we will go back to our alma mater, visit our teachers and say, Teacher, we have not failed your hopes.