You are used to having classes, and you are very happy, and you are radiant after class, which makes us have to love your math class. You are used to Christmas. Give each student a bright red Christmas hat and invite us to dinner after graduation. No matter whether the economy is surplus or not, you will always be used to saying "brothers and sisters are like snowflakes", but we will laugh at you when you turn a corner.
After class, you sang a sad Cantonese song, and the students in the next class said what she had experienced, so we asked the Chinese teacher carefully. It turns out that after you graduated from Northeast Normal University, in order to support your younger brothers and sisters, you gave up the opportunity to continue to seek disciples by walking and willingly became a middle school teacher. Some of us say you are stupid, others say you are great, but you often say that your brothers and sisters are like snowflakes.
After all this, you still have the same style in class. The writing on the blackboard is clear and clear, which makes us go beyond the difficult mathematics field. In three years, all your brothers and sisters have been admitted to an ideal university. You often tell us that we hope we can realize our ideals like her brothers and sisters. Brothers and sisters are born snowflakes, which fall to the ground and become water and can never be separated. We believe that's from your heart. What you said is so heavy. ...
Tall poplars on the roadside, swaying finely green leaves in the wind, make a clear sound like running water. The fresh leaves glow slightly in the moonlight. The cool night wind roared and spread, making people feel more gliding. Tears with a deep breath of silvery white slipped quietly, fell on the mysterious and deep night, fell on the youth with wings spread, and fell on the softest place in my heart.
How time flies! Time flies, and now it has entered the affiliated middle school of Jida University. When you welcome our children who look at you affectionately again, you will feel that those faces are no longer naive. Yes, we have grown up and are no longer those children who love to cry, laugh and fight. How can seedlings not germinate and grow when they absorb sunlight, rain and dew, coupled with the hard cultivation of workers? We have never deviated from your teaching. For three years, we have grown up with your tolerance. But those of us who come to see you again and again on your birthday are always ashamed that we didn't prepare a gift for you, but I know that "it doesn't have to be a gift to respect the teacher." To tell you the truth, add an affectionate "hello, teacher!" " You are probably satisfied, because I believe that you have never asked us for anything.
Finally, I want to say to you: "teacher, believe us, we can do it!" " "
Pure original! ! !