Teacher, you are a key in my heart. On the road of growth, let me open the door of life with confidence and swim in the ocean of knowledge. This key allows me to open new knowledge points again and again. This key allows me to open my heart one by one. This key allows me to open the door of confidence again and again. This key allows me to cross one hurdle after another ... This is a magical key. At this moment, it opens my deep yearning and gratitude.

Teacher, it's been more than two months since I left you. I am already a junior high school student, but everything in the past is vivid. I miss you, the six years we spent together, and those happy days.

I can't forget your tolerance for me. I secretly bought snacks with my best friend. You know I snuck out of the campus to buy it, but my best friend would rather be punished than betray me. You don't know, because I am a girl. I obviously saw the look in your eyes when you taught your best friend a lesson, and I bowed my head in shame. I know it's wrong, teacher. You don't want us to buy snacks in the small shop in front of the school. You told us earnestly that it was not good for our health, but we had to buy them. So you told us again and again about the dangers of junk food.

Teacher, I miss you, your tenderness and your beautiful smile. I remember that I just brought a red scarf. I took the 200 yuan you gave me for the first time and gave it to the director in a teaching building that I have never been to. I fantasize that it will be taken away by bad students in senior grades, for fear that I may accidentally lose it. You smiled and praised me when I was happy to report that I had successfully completed the task. Yes, how many times you gave me confidence, you trusted me, you encouraged me, and gave me opportunities to surpass myself again and again.

Dear math teacher, I miss your sharp soprano, your high heels, your elegant walk into the classroom, and your angry face that we were too disobedient and made us hoarse for the first time. How we gloated then, but now we miss your voice so much.

Beautiful and chic English teacher, your fluent English always makes me think you are a foreigner, with a high nose, long blond hair and fair skin. Our whole class worships you together, your words are the imperial edict, and your class will never be forgotten. You seldom give us homework, but we can always give you excellent results in the exam. You always smile heartily and praise us generously. We always openly say that we like you and praise your new skirt. Really, everything looks good on you. We fantasized more than once that you would join our middle school and continue to be our English teacher.

Teacher, a thousand words can't express my thoughts about you. I put your teachings in the folder in my heart. I will take it with me every new journey, inspiring me to forge ahead and never giving up.

Teacher, I will never forget your kindness. And I also hope that you will always be so young, so handsome and so beautiful!

Happy holidays, teacher! I wish you happiness every day!