My teacher is a very kind people teacher. She gave us six years of her life. She is not afraid of difficulties and hardships and corrects our homework day and night. She is sacred in my heart, but now I have graduated. Recalling the ups and downs of the past, I can't help crying.
At this time, classmate Wang Xiaogang walked into the classroom as usual. Suddenly, I saw Wang Xiaogang faint. I bumped into the platform. At this time, the classroom was in chaos, and the monitor Fang immediately ran to the office to ask everyone. At that time, you took to the podium, felt Wang Xiaogang's pulse, and then immediately called me and several other class cadres and ran to the town hospital together. On the way there, you always comforted us and told us not to worry about Wang Xiaogang. Actually, I know it from the bottom of my heart. You were as heavy as we were.
When I got to the hospital, I kept my head down without saying a word. As if in meditation. Seeing Wang Xiaogang being pushed into the emergency room, our hearts seemed to be pushed in. At this time, it seems to have solidified. I can hear your heartbeat and the voices of several other students. At this time, the doctor came out and said to us, "This child has a very rare disease, so you should be prepared psychologically." The doctor's words broke the solidification at that time. You never spoke, but you burst into tears and spit out three words: "Go ahead." "Brain tumor ..."
These two words hurt me deeply like a knife. I can't figure out why an active boy usually gets this disease. I know, at that time, not only did I think so, but so did you. As we all know, Wang Xiaogang, who has no father or mother, now lives with his aunt. Now he has this disease, so his aunt will definitely leave him. The most important thing now is to find a trustee to take care of him, but who will bear the risk of taking care of him? It is you who shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the temporary guardian of Wang Xiaogang; It is you who, regardless of your hard work, called on all the teachers and students to donate money to Wang Xiaogang; It is you who accompany Wang Xiaogang day and night and have fun with him; It is you who help Wang Xiaogang with his lessons every day. Finally, with your efforts, Wang Xiaogang successfully removed the tumor within two months and became a healthy person. With your company and hard work, he successfully found his lifelong trustee. And you, however, have been admitted to the hospital because of overwork.
Teacher! Teacher, today, I will leave you. A thousand words can't tell you how much you care about me and the class. Here, on behalf of all the students in our class and Wang Xiaogang, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you.
Goodbye, teacher.
Goodbye, teacher, in a blink of an eye, I will graduate from primary school. Looking back, my heart is full of infinite memories and disappointments.
Good-bye. Teacher, I recall that when I first stepped into the primary school gate and started my primary school life, you taught me how to spell Chinese Pinyin. Every time I see the alphabet hanging on the wall, I think of the first Chinese lesson you gave us. You are so amiable, your smile is so beautiful, and your voice is so beautiful. Since then, I have enjoyed Chinese classes.
Good-bye. Teacher, I recall: On Children's Day, when our school held a performance to celebrate June 1 in our class, you took photos for us and cheered for us.
Good-bye. Teacher, you are so serious when you recall that we decorated the cultural corridor with you. You have to work overtime at night to help us revise our homework. How hard you work! We don't know your good intentions! How hard you work!
I am about to leave this school, the teacher who has educated me for six years, accompanied my classmates for six years and raised my alma mater for six years. How sad I am! Goodbye, teacher, goodbye, classmates, goodbye, my alma mater!
I will always remember you, my teacher. Because you will always be my teacher.
Goodbye, teacher.
Goodbye, teacher, in a blink of an eye, I will graduate from primary school. Looking back, my heart is full of infinite memories and disappointments.
Goodbye, teacher. I recall that when I first stepped into the primary school gate and started my primary school life, you taught me how to spell Chinese Pinyin. Every time I see the alphabet hanging on the wall, I think of the first Chinese lesson you gave us. You are so amiable, your smile is so beautiful, and your voice is so beautiful. Since then, I have enjoyed Chinese classes.
Goodbye, teacher, memories: On Children's Day, when our school held a cultural performance in our class to celebrate June 1, you took photos for us and cheered for us.
Goodbye, teacher, recalling the cultural corridor we arranged with you, you are so serious. You have to work overtime at night to help us revise and correct the homework we teach. How hard you work! We don't know your good intentions! How hard you work!
I am about to leave this school, the teacher who has educated me for six years, accompanied my classmates for six years and raised my alma mater for six years. How sad I am! Goodbye, teacher, goodbye, classmates, goodbye, my alma mater!