I still remember when I first came to this primary school, everything was so strange, and we were very nervous and nervous. But when we see your warm smile and see that it is full of deep love, our hearts will be steadfast at once. After class, if I have any ideas, I will tell you. After that, I will feel a warm current rushing through my heart, and my heart is very carefree and I don't feel sad. You are like our bosom friend, who gave us a magic weapon to be happy when we were in trouble. And the love you gave us is even more precious. In class, when you find a classmate talking, you will step down from the podium, go to the classmate, gently touch his head and tell him in a low voice, stop talking and listen to the teacher. Students will stop talking when they hear what the teacher says. Another time, my face was scratched. When you found out, you called me to the office after class and asked me what happened to the injury on my face. You also asked me if I wanted to take some medicine. Does it hurt? After listening to this, I feel very moved.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your love is the greatest and purest in the world. Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful world. ...
If we are the stars in the sky, then you are the spotless moon; If we are free fish in the water, then you are a towering tree by the river, watching us grow. If we are white clouds in the sky, then you are the blue sky. Without your careful teaching, there would be no us today.
In class, you left rows of vigorous and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard. I can figure out how many mysteries and hardships there are, which is your selfless dedication to social education. Your touching words are like the beautiful spring sound of Koizumi in the mountains and the harmonious melody sound of classical music. How beautiful it is!
It's late at night, and the students are sleeping. But only you are still at your desk, correcting our homework, and you haven't finished it until after ten o'clock, but you are still tirelessly correcting it, and your eyes are full of blood. The next day, you insisted on coming to class with a tired posture. ...
Another time, you were ill, but you still couldn't worry about us and came to give us a class as usual. You cough from time to time in class ...
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Teacher, I thank you! Teacher, I will always remember you!