When we sit in the bright classroom and listen to the teacher’s sincere teachings, have you ever thought about how much your teacher has paid to grow from an ignorant child to what you are today? When you look at the silver hair on the teacher’s temples, have you ever thought about it? Have you ever thought about using your sincerity to repay these lovely people who devote themselves silently?
Unfold a piece of paper called emotion, pick up a pen called gratitude, and write to the parents of my life and write to me knowledge. Teacher, write to my friend of friendship, write to me with a warm and grateful heart.
I vaguely remember one afternoon when I was in third grade. Suddenly, the situation suddenly changed and the wind blew violently. When school was over, the rain started pouring down. As I watched my classmates being picked up by their parents one by one, I thought I lost my mother. My mother went to Langfang because of something and she would definitely not be able to come back to pick me up on time today. When I was the only one left in the classroom at Nuovo University, I curled up at the corner of the table and sobbed, watching the lightning and thunder outside the window, and the trees in the wind and rain. Drifting in my heart, that thunderstorm night, loneliness and fear occupied my young heart. Just when I was in despair, it was you, the teacher, who held my little hands tightly and passed on the warmth to me. , Don’t be afraid that the teacher will take you home. Those soft words seem to still be in my ears. It feels like I have caught him again at the moment I lost something. Like a warm flame lighting up my heart, how could your warm hands be a pair of small hands, which are my already cold heart. In the wind and rain, you held my little hand and put your big windbreaker on my thin shoulders. In the rain, your back was so thin. When you sent me home, your clothes had been soaked by the rain. , and before you could wait for the students to say thank you, you got into the wind and rain again. Only today did I understand that every time you hurried home after helping us with our homework, it was because there was another person in your family. Brother, who is preparing for the college entrance examination, because you ignored your biological son in order to help us improve our grades, his grades were not ideal and he ultimately failed to get into a prestigious university. You are a good teacher, but you failed to be a good mother. It was all because of us, and you didn't complain at all.
When your acute appendicitis broke out, you gritted your teeth and taught us every lesson, but we failed to understand your hard work and made you angry until you collapsed on the podium. , we realized that you have been teaching us even though you are sick, but we have never noticed your pale face, your clenched teeth, how ignorant we are, teacher, I want to tell you Say: "Teacher, I'm sorry that the student is wrong. Please forgive the students ignorance and ignorance!" Ah, teacher, it is you who made me see the eagle that dares to fly into the blue sky, and the eagle that dares to fly down. The Dragon of the Sea
When the sweet dreams are beautiful and warm, when the moonlight is bright and charming, when the flower season is colorful and fragrant, the boat of the heart is once again set up. Driving towards the other side of the ideal, with the help of the teacher, the ideal manor was finally vaguely visible.
As the ancient saying goes, a child wants to be raised but cannot wait for relatives. It is not just the parents who are waiting. Have you ever noticed the teachers who impart knowledge to you every day? What about their white hair and wrinkles on their faces? Please give me a Repay them with a grateful heart.
