I squatted by the window, staring at Shan Ye, intoxicated by the clusters of autumn chrysanthemums next to me. Flowers, like graceful beautiful girls, decorate the earth and add endless brilliance to nature. I asked why the flowers were so bright and beautiful. Mom told me it was because of the rain! Looking at the certificate posted on the wall again, I think of you, my dear and respectable teacher. Because of you, I can be condescending in my studies and stand out from the crowd! If I am a bright flower, then you are my rain.
Because of you, I know that writing is like being a man, and the words should be square and impartial. Shortly after I entered junior high school, I always wrote crooked words in order to get a quick picture. Since then, you have deliberately paid attention to me and always punished me for writing again. I am young and energetic, of course, I am not convinced, and the homework I have redone is even more sloppy. One day, you asked me to come to your office. I know a storm is coming, and I will be scolded by the teacher again. But later, it really surprised me. You didn't scold me or nag about education, but you wrote three words "people" on the table. Two of the "people" stagger, and the other is square and beautiful. You asked me softly which "person" is the most beautiful. I pointed to the correct word "person" without thinking. You looked at me admiringly and told me earnestly: "Writing is like being a man, you should be an upright man!" " "From then on, I wrote every word, keep your teachings in mind. I want to be horizontal and vertical, just like being a man, upright!
Because of you, I learned to be strong and brave. Failure in the exam is like a boulder weighing on my heart, which makes it difficult for me to breathe. At that time, in my world, the sky lost its blue, the sun faded its golden brilliance, and darkness ruled everything. You found me at the first time and made fun of me after learning of my lost mood. It was raining lightly at that time, and you dragged me to the playground. I feel that my heart is exposed to unprecedented ease and joy, and my withered heart is beating happily under the nourishment of rain. After a while, the rain gradually stopped. You show me the sky after the rain. I looked in the direction you pointed out. Seven colors of rainbows in the sky are shining beautifully. You told me that you can only see the beautiful rainbow after experiencing wind and rain. Your words are like a bright star, which illuminates my world and leads me to light and hope.
Dear and lovely teacher, thank you for your concern and love for me. You are a lamp, which illuminates the students' nocturnal journey. You are a fire, which warms the students' cold hearts. You are an umbrella, sheltering students from the wind and rain; You are a star, you are a candle, you are the sun, and you are a close relative of your classmates!
Thank you, teacher, and wish you a happy holiday!