Dear, I am anxious to send a letter of condolence to Mr. Zhang Lili, that is, I got the first composition 5 in the middle school entrance examination. It's best to be brief. Thank you

In this fruitful autumn, we have ushered in the 23rd Teachers' Day. When it comes, we sincerely wish all the teachers in the world a happy holiday and happiness. We hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the frost on the gardener's temples and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!

Being a teacher is an arduous task and a hard job. A teacher is like a red candle. Although the burning of red candle is short-lived, teachers can burn themselves to illuminate others' hearts forever, and it will last forever!

Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. What you have done proves to us that learning is happy, a key to the treasure house of wisdom and a road to a brilliant life!

Thank you for always encouraging us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if we fail, you won't laugh at us. When we make some achievements, you will encourage us and lay a good foundation for our enterprising spirit. Every problem, discovery and experience you lead us through fascinates us, allowing us to see the flash of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Thank you for correcting our homework, for how much sweat you shed between our lines with blue ink, and how much effort you have shed between our lines with blue ink! When I see the corrected homework, I will think of you correcting homework in dim light!

Time flies and the sun flies. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and your habits have not changed: in the morning, when the sky in your hometown is stained with the first line of rosy clouds, your figure has appeared on the campus forever; Late at night, when the grass in my hometown stopped singing for the last time, your figure was accompanied by a faint light. Day after day, year after year, your wrinkles stretch and your temples are frosted, but your heart is still so young and lively, never tired, sailing and sailing.

Red candle, your flickering candle is as swaying as your tired and thin body, but you are so firm in the eyes of students; Your tears wet your clothes. You know, in the eyes of students, it has cast the most perfect sculpture under your feet.

Dear teachers, although your light and heat are limited, it is your limited light and heat that fuse together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's soaring!

Thank you-teacher, thank you!