Since childhood, there have been countless unforgettable moments, even the most wonderful events have been washed away by the long river of memory, but the scene in the class activity class has been deeply rooted and left an indelible mark in my mind. Whenever I look at the delicate flowers, I will think of the hardworking gardener; Every time I see green seedlings, I think of hard-working farmers; Whenever I see a child who has become a talented person, I will think of those teachers who have worked hard to educate us. The teacher has done a lot for us. She treats us like her own mother. The teacher's eyes are full of endless expectations, her heart contains sincere blessings, and her inspiration makes us flow out of the clear spring of wisdom. From the first podium to the world of peaches and plums, from youth to white hair, she has been quietly dedicated. Some people say that she is ordinary, and few people erect a monument for her, but she is shaping half a future on the three-foot platform.

On Tuesday, on this ordinary day, something extraordinary happened. I cried that day, and I was very unwilling to cry. "You know what? Tomorrow is Teacher Xing's birthday ... "This voice is often heard. "Well, you said tomorrow is teacher xing's birthday. Shall we buy her some presents? " Zhang said: We bought nothing but a big cake. After school, we went directly to Misa Bell Cake Shop to choose cakes. It took us a long time to choose a big and beautiful cake. I gave my aunt the money that everyone pooled. My uncle asked when we could get it. We said that school would be over at noon. When I came to school the next day, everyone expected Mr. Xing to come quickly, feeling that time passed so slowly. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally looked forward to Teacher Xing, and my exciting moment came. We agreed that they would all go to exercise after the second class, but what we never expected was that Teacher Xing suddenly came! More interestingly, Hu Zifan of our class saw Teacher Xing coming, and he said, Well, Teacher Xing, I have something to tell you. Let's talk outside. Fortunately, the teacher didn't see that we were going to celebrate her birthday. The students came back from practice and finally blocked Teacher Xing from the door. ...

As soon as the teacher came in, everyone decided to play the slides made by Liu Hanren and me. When Teacher Xing came in, her heart was almost in her throat. He summoned up his courage and said to Teacher Xing, "Teacher Xing, today is your birthday. Best wishes for a happy birthday! This is a token of our appreciation, please accept it. " Teacher Xing smiled and said, "Although today is not my birthday, I will always remember this day, and I will regard this April 29th as my second birthday." After listening to this, I was disheartened and at a loss. Several of us said, "Miss Xing, please accept it! Think of it as a teacher-student relationship! " Tears as big as pearls rolled down my eyes. I think they may be excited and crying! Yes! Teacher Xing worked hard to educate us. How can we not give her a hug? After our repeated requests, Teacher Xing finally agreed to accept the gift.

Teachers are the most sacred profession, and people who don't know the teacher's heart will insult the teacher. Teachers treat us like their own children. I really want to call mom to all the teachers in the world, but I don't have the courage to say it. I will say it in this article! Teacher, you are my good mother. Can you promise to be my mother? The teacher has done a lot for us. She treats us like her own mother. The teacher's eyes are full of endless expectations, her heart contains sincere blessings, and her inspiration makes us flow out of the clear spring of wisdom. From the first podium to the world of peaches and plums, from youth to white hair, she has been quietly dedicated. Some people say that she is ordinary, and few people erect a monument for her, but she is shaping half a future on the three-foot platform.

"Shh-"Keep your voice down. It's a secret. You can't let the cat out of the bag.

We quietly put the birthday cake on the platform. Ji Chengyu, a great calligrapher, wrote "Happy Birthday" on the blackboard with red chalk. The students put handfuls of flowers on the podium table and returned to their seats one after another, quietly waiting for today's "birthday girl". As soon as Mr. Xing entered the classroom, he was puzzled. The students said in unison, "Happy birthday, teacher!" At this time, Teacher Xing's eyes were full of excited tears, and she repeatedly said, "Thank you, classmates! Thank you! "

The students sang the song "Happy Birthday to you" for Mr. Xing. Mr. Xing stood in front of the birthday cake filled with candles, closed his eyes, clenched his hands and made a good wish. Then I blew out the candle, only to see Mr. Xing take a deep breath and shout at the "target", and the candle was blown out. The classroom immediately burst into an avalanche of applause.

"Happy birthday" Gee, we don't know how to say happy birthday. The birthday party ended in a song, but the affection between our teachers and students will never end.