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I still remember when I was babbling, my mother sent me to kindergarten, where I met my first teacher, Miss Zhou. At that time, the teacher was in his early twenties and was very modest.
I remember when I was a child, I often fell behind, and my teacher would always come to me and gently hold my hand. At that time, I felt that I was holding soft petals, and the teacher let go of my hand. I smelled the residual flowers in my palm, which was still fragrant. I want to go on like this. I thought I could walk. However, everything has its own rules, and I still can't change the fact that I'm going to graduate, just as I can't let flowers stay on the branches forever, and flowers and I will still leave. When I graduated, I was sad and scared: sadly, I can't hold the teacher's hand anymore, but I'm afraid I can't walk alone.
Fortunately, God didn't treat me badly. From the moment I entered primary school, I knew another good teacher who grew up with me-Miss Lang.
The teacher is very strict with us, and the "Little Sun" medal is a testimony to our performance in all aspects. Every time I see my full "little sun", I feel a sense of pride. In order to keep the "sun", I gradually changed myself and learned to look before you leap. I seldom make mistakes again. The teacher showed me the right direction.
The head teacher teaches Chinese, and she can always take us to a picturesque state in class. I still remember the Lijiang River, which was so quiet that I couldn't feel the flow, and the charming Shuanglong Cave in Jinhua. I still remember ... but what influenced me the most was that she taught me the truth of being a man. I remember what she said to us on graduation day: "to be a successful person, failure in anything is not failure;" If you fail in life, success in doing anything is not success. "It is precisely because of the teacher's inculcation that I have my own principles and no longer rely on others.
I still remember that year, wisteria was in full bloom, but when I left the campus, it was scattered all over the floor. Inadvertently found that six years later, I am not the original me. Flowers bloom and fall, prosperity is only a moment, purple beads curtain, brushed my heart, leaving a faint fragrance, just for treasure in my heart, remember in my heart. My path of growth has also left my teacher's footprints.
On the road of growth, six years, maybe, is very long, maybe, very short. The most innocent time of that year has passed, but some memories will never be forgotten They are entangled in my heart and I can't get rid of them. The wind and rain all the way are unforgettable, but how can we forget the memories? Now separated, although still in a city, but because of the increase in school, I can't always visit my teacher. I remember that when I went back to school to see the teacher, the teacher was teaching the first grade children. I seem to see myself in these younger brothers and sisters. I only blame that I didn't cherish it at the beginning, and I didn't know it was precious until I lost it. Perhaps, what is lost is always the best. Someone said, "Everyone has a place in his heart that will never end." If you can, hope will never be lost. I want my teacher to grow up with me again, even if it's only a short distance.
The rain fell on the ground, breaking into colorful memories. In my memory, my teacher accompanied me and walked on the road of growth. I am deeply attached to the flowers.
I still entered middle school and started my junior high school life.
My junior high school teacher, Miss Wang, is actually more like our big sister next door. Although she is strict, she does it for our own good. The junior high school teacher is not around, but the nuances can still reflect our concern. Just last week, a classmate in the class had a fever and the teacher asked her to go to the infirmary. Then, the teacher personally asked her about her illness and reminded her to take medicine on time. When physical education class was playing basketball with some classmates, he accidentally broke his finger, and the teacher's concerned eyes remained undiminished. I see, she is another person who accompanied me when I was growing up. This road is also colorful and dazzling!
It's another year of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, recalling my growing process in the fragrance of flowers, which is full of teachers' love, and they have turned me from an ignorant little girl into an independent little adult. Looking back now, the bitterness of struggle is nothing, but the teacher is still beautiful and moving in my heart. I want to be a teacher. In the future, I will accompany some children to grow up, because my teacher will accompany me to grow up.
Thank you, teachers who grew up with me. Even if the sky were to fall and the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, even if I lost my memory, I would never forget the road you walked with me, which was the greatest attachment and the best memory in my life!
The years are quiet, and the teacher grows with me.