I remember it was before a holiday. I stood beside her silently and watched her pack up. This is the last summer vacation of grade six. How long it is for a child who likes teachers! How inseparable it is! After this holiday, we will step into the hall of junior high school, a strange world. It's really hard to think that I'll never see the familiar face of the teacher again and hear the meaningful words from the teacher. Suddenly I really want to stay in the teacher's arms and don't want to grow up. In the past six years, Mr. Chu has treated us like his own children, unconditionally tolerant and caring for us. The students cried while filming graduation photo. The feelings of these six years can never be erased. But there is still a faint smile on Teacher Chu's face, because when we grow up, we will fly in a wider world. After seeing us off, she will welcome a group of new children. ...
I still remember one summer night, I suddenly got out of bed and went out with a small gift box. My mother asked me what I was doing, and I said, "Teacher Chu, .........................................................................................................................................................., Xiao Li and Xiao Ming are here. What should we do? We remember that today is teacher Chu's birthday, and we agreed to give the teacher a surprise. In front of the teacher's window, the teacher's figure is a little wobbly. She is still trying to correct her homework under the desk lamp, beating her waist from time to time. Dear teacher, she devoted herself to her students and forgot her birthday. We all shouted, "Teacher Chu! "The teacher looked at us in surprise and immediately put on a gentle smiling face and asked what we were doing. We all took out presents, and tears are not obedient slipped down his cheeks: "Today is your birthday!" " "The teacher paused for a while to react, held us in her arms and gently opened the gift box. "Thank you, go home, it's so late, go to rest. If you have any questions about your homework, please ask the teacher at any time during the day. " The teacher sent us out of the school gate and saw her waving and watching us for a long time.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry. Teacher Chu, we love you. You are not only our present teacher, but also our forever teacher. Go to the ends of the earth, you will always be ...