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How many times have I seen your heroic spirit and felt your enthusiasm in class? You sow new hope with love, light the fire of the soul with blood, and enrich the bag of wisdom with knowledge.
Often complain: As students, we are always so tired that we don't accept our parents' understanding. But did it ever occur to us that there is no one more tired than us behind us! Every morning, I come to the classroom early, and at night, I am the last one to walk out of the classroom door. If I feel uneasy again, I will come to the dormitory to check whether we are ready to sleep. Have we ever understood her hard work at this time? Maybe we have an excuse to complain, that is, we are too young to understand; But she has no excuse, just use silent dedication instead. ...
Someone said, "The head teacher is the person who has been with us for the longest time except for his parents." This is no exaggeration. Before I went to high school, I always thought that high school teachers should spend little time managing class affairs, but when I first entered here, I realized that I was wrong. Now I know more clearly: in fact, the head teacher in high school is not more serious than the junior high school teacher in managing classes, and the energy invested is no less than that of the junior high school teacher. We are sometimes like a group of children who are not sensible. We don't know how to control our temper. We will be impulsive, refute you, make you angry and challenge your limits. I remember last semester, our class didn't do very well. What's worse, even the academic performance was far from others. Stronger you never allow this to happen. You always patiently point out our shortcomings and analyze them for us. Maybe we are really rebellious. In a blink of an eye, the semester is almost over, and we have not shown any progress. Even so, we don't seem to regret it. One night a few days before the entrance examination for senior one, when we were still sleeping, your apology woke us up. For an instant, our hearts trembled, with a little regret, a little remorse, a little loss and a little panic. In short, our hearts are like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and all kinds of flavors are intertwined. Because in all my years, no teacher has ever sincerely apologized to her students like this.
Yes, we never know how to cherish. We have never found such a good teacher around us. We never thought about being sorry, but what we were left with was "regret".
Fortunately, fate seems to give us a chance to make up for it. This semester, we became her students again. This time, we will never leave any regrets for ourselves. Since fate has given us the opportunity to be grateful, let's prove it with actions and prove our sincere gratitude.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe, plums are ripe, and it is difficult to blossom. Deep valleys are fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talents are smiling. Teacher, we all know your kindness to us.