Navigators of human wisdom—my beloved teachers. Several times in the spring and autumn, once upon a time, their teachings and whispers touched my young heartstrings. Lead a dreamy and curious heart into the palace of knowledge.
Time passed, and in the dreamlike years, they welcomed the juniors and seniors who were sent to them one after another. In the long river of my memory, every time after dusk, under the light in the curtains, there are always their figures preparing lessons and reviewing. Whenever the sun has not yet turned on, there is always their shouts of morning exercises in my eardrums, and their demeanor sets an example. It was deeply imprinted on my mind as I grew up.
Being a teacher is hard. But as long as they see the students' progress, they will forget their hard work and be sincerely happy. The teacher often encourages students: "Work hard! If you persist in working hard, you will gain something." ”It can be said that the swallows are spitting food, so noble and bright!
The plum blossoms are fragrant in the spring, the pines and cypresses are still green in the summer, the chrysanthemums are charming in the autumn, and the snow lotus is ice-cold in the winter. The purpose of Silent Remembrance of Love is to deeply lock in that ray of time and remembrance. I have been a teacher for nine years since I entered kindergarten at the age of five. My teachers include: kind old grandmothers, youthful aunts and uncles, my kind brother, and affectionate elder sister. On this memorable Teacher’s Day, , I sincerely send a "blessing" and say "thank you teacher" again.
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