My Chinese teacher is an item, maybe in his early forties, but his hair is dark. People who don't know must think that Xiang is only in his thirties. Teacher Xiang's dark eyebrows, high nose and thick lips look so kind. Xiang teacher is still a very optimistic person. When communicating with us, he always feels a little humorous and adds joy to our lives.
Another habit to teachers is to like "telling the truth first". I remember telling us something about him in Chinese class last week. He said that he would hit people, and that he and another teacher in our school hit many students when they were teaching elsewhere. Therefore, he hopes that we will not let him beat the students again, and also hopes that we will not beat the teachers again, because no one wants to be beaten by themselves.
Teacher Xiang is also a very studious and good at taking notes. Because Xiang tells us that his high school excerpts are still intact. Up to now, teachers' report cards can be piled up into a hill. Visible item is a very cultured teacher. Now, I ask the teacher to let us buy some beautiful and elegant poems. ...
This is our Chinese teacher, Miss Xiang. I believe that in the past three years, we will cooperate happily and spend these three years of middle school life happily. I think teacher Xiang will definitely teach us to be full of poetry books.
2. Describe the teacher's composition in 800 words. Great teacher, we admire you.
Our teacher is fat, tall and round. Wearing a pair of 800 glasses, like a doctor. The teacher has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. The teacher didn't let me go home until I was told to write neatly. I hated my teacher at that time and thought, Isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way. When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's strict requirements are right and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention and made me admire the teacher more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write. After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements!
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. Isn't this candle like a person around us who deserves our admiration? He told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. If a student encounters a problem that she doesn't understand, she will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere." This may be what teachers often say!
How many pearls did the teacher drop for us in a year? What about us? However, I often make her angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, which made us understand the fun in the book; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words-burning! Keep burning! You come to give us a lecture like a talking bird. It is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Great teacher, we admire you.
Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the Big Dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me pure dreams and gave me strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the sea of knowledge, holding a spring in your hand, and sweating all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart and a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Don't look back, string up the footsteps of Spring and Autumn. My life moves on in your expectant eyes. ...
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3. Describe the teacher's composition in 800 words.
In the four years of campus life, there are many teachers in my long memory, and one of them has given me infinite care. That's my former math teacher-Miss Zhang. For four years, Mr. Zhang has been teaching us mathematics and has formed a deep affection with his classmates. She is not tall, and there are several wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. I know how hard she works for her teaching career. She is amiable, simple and generous, but strict in class!
I remember one time I asked for leave with a fever. As soon as I got to school, I finished three classes in a daze, and the last one was physical education class. Teacher Zhang called me to the office and gently touched my head: "Come, come, what are you afraid of?" I won't eat you. You won't have a fever if you don't go to physical education class, will you? I'll make up lessons for you! "Teacher Zhang picked up my textbook and told me what the students learned yesterday, and also talked about some key points. I have a good command and can use it flexibly!
This is one of my most respected teachers-Miss Zhang.
4. Write a teacher's composition of 800 words. People praise the teacher as a hardworking gardener, a burning candle, a bright lamp in the dark and an indispensable person on our way to success. When we play hide and seek, he will severely criticize us. When we succeed, the teacher shares the joy of success with us. My new teacher is a teacher with a very broad mind, a teacher I will never forget.
On the day we met, you were neatly dressed and determined. As soon as I saw it, I felt an atmosphere of honesty. Your kind face is a little harsh, and you must be very happy to look at us kindly and kindly with a pair of divine eyes. I'm a little sick.
During military training, you stressed every day that you should be strong in the front, but we just can't walk well, as if we were against you. But you've never been angry with us. You just have to look into your eyes and worry about it. We also secretly asked God to let us go. Well, make the teacher happy. But if you don't work hard, you have to go back empty-handed. I think the teacher must be very angry when he comes back. But after he came back, he just sat patiently and told us a lot of truth, which made me quite awake and made me determined to learn how to behave in school, not only for myself, but also for the teachers who have been worried about us.
When school started, everything was calm again. The teacher believes that we will make a comeback and wash away the shame. But we didn't meet our expectations. On the first day, we won three penalties, and we were as anxious as ants in your pants! The teacher had to put these grievances in his stomach and then told us a lot of truth. However, good things don't happen often, and bad things happen every day. Our academic performance has troubled our collective, but the teacher has never scolded us. He used his precious rest time during recess and noon to give us lectures and even went home late at night. I study hard and want to repay my teacher with good grades. However, although I did well in the exam, there were still some students whose grades were not satisfactory. The teacher asked several of our good students to help them improve their grades. His nearsighted eyes are bloodshot, which is because he has done too much hard work for us!
Teacher, you have embraced us with a broad mind, but our achievements have been at a low ebb. However, your efforts this semester have not been in vain. It's time for us to prove ourselves and break the silence at night. I will prove myself with my actions. We won't let you down this time!
5. Ask for 800 composition teachers with the topic "I want to tell your Chinese teacher". I want to tell you.
Time flies, teacher. Are you all right?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you walk onto the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.
After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak. At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily!
"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?
Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the new year has come, I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives! !
Teacher, I want to tell you.
The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.
Teacher, I want to say thank you. In the past two years, you have not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me the truth of life. Under the guidance of your teacher, my composition has also made great progress and my grades have gradually improved. I am very grateful to you for this.
Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. We have sunshine and rain.
The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.
A good teacher in my heart, she should have broad love. Teacher, you are like dew, gently sprinkled on the strong new seedlings.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are great. You are like a spring silkworm, quietly weaving our ideal silk thread. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to thrive under your hard care ... I love you. "
These, perhaps, are the words of a wayward child who is spoiled by you.
Teacher, I want to tell you.
Teacher, since the day I went to school, you have been standing on the podium giving lectures, and I have been sitting down and listening. Let's go somewhere else today. Please sit down and listen to me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have worked hard! You are like a candle, burning and consuming yourself constantly, illuminating our bright future and warming our young hearts; You are like an industrious gardener, watering and fertilizing our seedlings, so that we can thrive. I often think like this: Is the silver thread in your temple stained with chalk dust? We made the fine lines around your eyes one by one, didn't we?
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you! It is you who make the friendship between my classmates and me stronger. When I was about to leave 167 group school, you and your classmates were so reluctant to part. You sacrificed your rest time to take a photo with my classmates. The precious lens will be treasured in my heart forever. You also organized the whole class to hold a farewell party for me At the farewell party, my classmates expressed their feelings of farewell to me and gave me gifts. You are urging me and asking me, as if you were sending your children out of the city. Dear teacher, it's you again, which makes me quickly integrate into the new group of 165 Youth League School. I remember the first time I walked into this school gate, my heart was so uneasy and hesitant: strange classmates and strange teachers, will they welcome me? At this time, you came to me with a smile, led me to the classroom and asked me kindly: Do you dare to introduce yourself to your classmates? I see encouragement in your eyes. When I introduced myself, my classmates accepted me with applause and smiles. Ah, I study and live in a harmonious atmosphere again.
6. It was already late at night when the teacher wrote 800 words of Chinese, and I was still sitting by the window, staring thoughtfully at the night sky, which often caused me to daydream about the scenery.
Now, I'm not interested at all. I think of teacher Shi's smiling face. When I raised my pen, the tip of the pen jumped on the paper. I was inspired to write today's composition-"Praise my teacher".
Teacher Shi's vision is commendable. These bright eyes seem to speak. Look!
With the short and urgent sound of class, Teacher Shi came into the classroom. She had just taken two steps when she stopped. Her eyes seemed to be staring at something on the ground and her brow wrinkled. I craned my neck to look at it curiously. Hey, isn't that crushed chalk? Too bad, today is my duty student, but I didn't notice this striking white dot. I can't help lowering my head and waiting for the teacher's criticism. I saw the teacher walking to the corner with the watch of the duty student, and his eyes fell on me. I hung my head lower like an electric shock and my face was burning. To my surprise, Teacher Shi didn't reprimand him severely. I just scanned the class with incomprehensible eyes, as if I wanted to find something from my classmates' faces. The classroom is surprisingly quiet. This silence was deadlocked for a minute.
"Silence is better than sound", and Shi's deep eyes made me realize the rich connotation of the word teacher. The teacher's silence sounded the alarm for me: do my job well.
Teacher Shi's mouth is commendable, his lips move up and down, and he tells the source of knowledge endlessly.
At all times, from astronomy to geography, she can talk about Kan Kan; From Confucius, to Lu Xun, to Lenin, Marxism, and even today's pop music, Mr. Shi can talk about it in Kan Kan. Really convinced her unique eloquence. She is eloquent not only in class, but also after class. Sometimes, I really think she is more like our big friend.
Teacher Shi's unique teaching method is commendable.
Since she took over our class, our composition scores have blossomed like sesame seeds-higher and higher. But if you want to say that the teacher has too much homework, that's wrong. Teachers never ask us to memorize new words, vocabulary and basic knowledge. Her slogan is: "quality, not quantity." Of course we yell; "Long live understanding."
Under the leadership of Mr. Shi, the Chinese score of our class has climbed from the penultimate one in that year, which is really thanks to Mr. Shi. I remember a song that said, "When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed sweat drops ..."
The song undulates in the night sky. The night deepened, and a cold wind pulled me back to my thoughts. Some people say that teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate the future flowers of the motherland. But I think the teacher is more like the spring rain of fame and fortune in Du Pu's poem Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
7. About the 900-word teacher composition of Teachers
I will never forget who taught me to think, who guided me in confusion, who made the world love and read aloud, and who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the Big Dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me a pure dream and gave me a pair of strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the sea of knowledge, holding a spring in your hand, and sweating all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart and a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Looking back, in the footsteps of spring and autumn, my life is in your expectation, and I will move on. ...
8. Describe my teacher's composition in 800 words ~ ~ Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!
Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
9. Write a composition about my teacher. A teacher with 800 words is like a candle, and knowledge is like light. The teacher gave us the lamp and burned herself. Teachers are like boats, taking us swimming in the ocean of knowledge. Teachers are like dark clouds, and we are like seedlings. Teachers turn into rain and dew to nourish our growth and accompany us to become talents. The teacher is like a key, which opens the door to knowledge and plays in the knowledge park. Teachers love me, I love teachers, teachers and we spent a beautiful spring, but also spent a cold winter! !
I am so ordinary, but I am so lucky to meet one excellent teacher after another. Like my mother, they take good care of me, train me tirelessly and appreciate me with great expectation. Let me feel the respect and cuteness of the teacher again and again. Experience how wonderful life is! "Teacher, so preach and teach." This is the beginning of Han Yu's "Shi Shuo", which is a brilliant famous sentence for thousands of years, praising the teacher.
Teachers are synonymous with sunshine and the most enviable profession in the world. When I jumped into the classroom with a small schoolbag on my back, I saw the teacher's smiling eyes and shallow dimples on his face; I heard her calling my name in fluent Mandarin. The teacher's slender hand wrote his name and telephone number on the blackboard.
In the first class, I learned that "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning"; In the first semester, I was excellent in all subjects. In the first year, I learned that it takes ten years to plant trees and a hundred years to educate people. When my mother is busy, I stay at school. Sometimes when it suddenly gets cold, the teacher tries to find clothes for me to wear. When it rains, the teacher holds his umbrella on my head; Remember when it is hot, the teacher will not forget to remind me:
"Drink more boiled water." "Go to the playground to exercise." At noon, the teacher and we almost eat together, rest together and play together. Teachers are like my mother … day after day, year after year. It was the teacher who opened the title page of the book and made my heart suddenly enlightened-the teacher said, "That's what her teacher taught her …" I love my teacher!
I want to be a teacher when I grow up! I am like a handsome eagle, flying freely in the teacher's blue sky. ...
10. Write a composition with the teacher, 800 words, usually my teacher.
Stumbling on the road of ignorant growth, I frequently meet many people, some are annoying and some are cute. I thank one person-a person who sowed knowledge seeds in my life and expected beautiful flowers to bloom in my life-she is you! Because you gave me a lot, you gave me an unusual smile.
That smile is as beautiful as flowers in spring and as lovely as mushrooms after rain. However, it was that smile that made me regain the happiness and warmth of life.
It was a mid-term exam, and our hearts tightened. Everyone put away their fun. At your command, we all went back to our seats and worked hard. I am full of confidence, and I am ready to get good grades.
The exam was actually held between my fingers. I sat in my seat and waited with great expectation. The paper in the group leader's hand seems to be dancing slightly. Is it because I did well in this exam? I can't wait any longer, but when the paper was sent out, my eyes were almost broken, my heart was sour, my laughter stopped, my words got stuck in my throat, and my tears could not help flowing down.
The bright red number, like a sinful horse, stepped on my heart, pacing back and forth, raising jade dust; Like a ruthless whip rope, it beats my heart and sends it repeatedly, setting off the flesh and blood like summer. My heart hurts, tears flow down, and I don't want to wipe it; I dropped the book, and I don't want to pick it up. Let go of everything, anyway, nothing can compare with this pain. ...
My heart is cold, my mind is blank, and the whole person is out of activity and covered with endless pain. At this moment, a big hand suddenly fell on my shoulder. It's warm and big. I shivered and slowly raised my head-it was you, it was you! A strange and inaccessible teacher in my eyes! You smiled, and the thin two lips finally separated, revealing eight white and neat teeth. You know, this is the first time I've seen you smile. "Cry, cry will feel better. How can a person's life be smooth sailing? Only failure can blossom a flower of success in life. Only after the baptism of wind and rain can people become strong; Only ups and downs can make people grow. Small setbacks are nothing at all, and the road ahead is still long. Come on, son, stand up from failure and meet the next more arduous challenge! " You smiled, so cute, at this moment, we seem to have no distance ... This smile, this amiable face melted my frozen heart and dissolved my sadness like water.
An encouraging word and a caring smile can bring me everything you can, but you know, it is such an ordinary smile and such a trivial move that gives a depressed girl a lot of strength and warmth! You let me find the precious teacher's kindness from the affection and friendship I only know. I have to say, your love makes me so happy! You left us eternal memories and brought us happy memories. Thank you teacher, my teacher!