9.Class 1, Sun Mengjiao.
There is a kind of love, it does not have the inspiration of friendship like "confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other", it does not have the affection of "who says an inch of carelessness, and repays Sanchunhui"!However, she has a special taste for this feeling.
Our dear Teacher Xi, can you feel it when I express my heart like this?Perhaps, I was wrong. I should have a better way to express our feelings for you. Surging and agitated, it is no longer suitable for you, because obscurity is your specialty. You always have the scent of chalk dust on your body.
Teacher, did you know that?Although you have criticized me, I know that you hate iron and steel, but I also know the truth that "falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers". Since then, my heart has become stronger, and you are like a fierce river that we can gather together.
My teacher, you have worked hard!You know that we are not good at chemistry and are not very interested, but you are not discouraged, you give up the rest time, explain the difficult questions to us over and over again, you are our homeroom teacher, you have increased the burden compared to other teachers, but the fatigue has never appeared on your face, you are like a mountain we can rely on.
When we achieved excellent results, I realized that you were "the spring silkworm to the end of the silkworm, the wax torch to ashes and tears to dry". You are like a piece of soil where we can absorb nutrients.
You are always worried about our safety, angry that we don't value our study time, and your love for us is so innocent. My dear teacher, you see how clear the streams are, they flow into the distance, into the ocean of knowledge, to the ideal country.
The brook will not forget the living water from its source. I will not forget your teachings. Your eyes sparkle with wisdom and love and will remain in our hearts forever.