Thank you for making me understand tolerance; thank you for making me understand how to cherish; thank you for making me understand the mission of a student; thank you for making me understand Feng Menglong, and understand that "the world will not last forever" "Feast". I once thought that the last year would be about you working hard with us, but it was torn apart at the last moment. Although the past time is like fireworks, fleeting, the memories are also the most beautiful.
I still remember that you were transferred here in the first half of the first half of the first year of junior high school. That morning, we were feeling sad and puzzled that our last Chinese teacher left without saying goodbye. The classroom fell silent until the moment you pushed the door open. You stepped onto the podium with a smile, and your shining eyes seemed to hold the whole world. And you are wearing an off-white windbreaker, looking so refined.
As time goes by, we like you more and more and like your tolerance and generosity.
I deeply remember that one time during class, you came to the class wearing a dress that looked like shorts and a skirt. I was very curious about this dress, so I quietly reached over to take a look. Understand, you patted my hand gently, I immediately retracted it, and the classmates burst into laughter. Looking at your smiling face, but without a trace of anger, my face suddenly turned red, but you smiled and said, "But its getting more and more shameless!" ;I stuck out my tongue and ran back to my seat as fast as I could. Afterwards, I learned from my classmates that this was very rude to you, but you did not reprimand me in public. Do you know, teacher? At that time, your image in my heart suddenly grew taller.
The days go by quickly, but your image in my heart has never been overturned. I love your sentimentality. That day, there was a cold wind outside the window, but there was silence in the house, because your eyes were red again. Your eyes are rarely red. The first time, it was the naughty boy who made your eyes red; the second time, it was the lack of progress of your classmates that made your eyes red, and this time, it was because of your mother.
Teacher, do you still remember that class, that composition explanation class? You played the song "Mother in Candlelight" for us and read us a sample essay describing mother. Teacher, your reading ability is not that outstanding. Your voice is straight and straight, with no ups and downs in pitch, or even pauses in sentences. But I understand that none of us can compare to the sincerity in your voice. We looked at you with bated breath. Your clear voice was the only one in the classroom, like a lullaby, so harmonious and so quiet. Your brows wrinkled without any trace, and after a slight tremor in your voice, your eyes turned red, but you tried your best. You hold back the mist in your eyes, just like your character, you never shed tears easily and never give up easily. The touching and sincere voice is still there, as if this article was written by you to your own mother, so real. After reading, you sniffed hard and said sheepishly: “I also think of my mother. ”The classmates all laughed softly, and the warmth like the spring breeze rippled in our hearts.
Perhaps, I am not the teacher’s proudest disciple, but the teacher is the teacher I am most grateful for. Just as she told me: if you want to be a student, you should be a student with good grades.
Do you still remember that you often told us: "The high school entrance examination is the most critical exam in our lives." If you don't do well in the high school entrance examination, no key high school will admit you. There is no good high school. Relatively speaking, there is no good university, good job, or good life. Maybe you have never thought about the future path, never asked yourself about the choices in your heart, and never shouldered your mission as a student, but the teacher has told you, and I hope you can do everything well from today on and reflect your value of life. "Maybe what the teacher said is very complicated, but I have already kept the teachers words in mind." Every late night when I can't hold on, I will take it out and think about it to motivate myself.
Teacher, thank you very much. Thank you for encouraging me when I was most discouraged and telling me that there is more than one way in life for me to walk; thank you for not giving up on me when I was most willful, telling me the value of life and asking me to take care of myself; thank you for helping me in my most difficult time. Sometimes, you silently support me with your eyes, telling me that I can do it, I will definitely do it, you believe me.
My dear Teacher Jiang, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and a bright spring all over the world.
