Subject of the letter: Civilized Cixi starts with me. Topic "Today, I want to tell you" Letter theme: Civilized Cixi starts with me.

Two years ago, when you first arrived in our class, I was a little surprised. You are so young, how can you succeed Mr. Wang, who has more teaching experience than you? Can you let us learn knowledge well in the two important years of primary school and improve our grades? At that time, I was not the only one who thought so, so did everyone in the class. We all walked into the fourth grade classroom with such a question mark.

When you gave us the first Chinese class, the phrase "Hello, classmates" and the 9-degree bow were deeply imprinted in our minds. From that moment on, we have already had a good impression on you. The sentence "Hello teacher" we replied with expectation and respect for you. Perhaps it was your humorous classroom that made us deeply fall in love with you and our big friend, our Chinese teacher.

After you came to our class, you not only let us learn the knowledge in the textbook well, but also often sacrificed our own time to learn more about and practice writing. You corrected all the essays we handed in seriously and responsibly, and you also wrote different comments to each of us. It is because of these comments that we learned about the defects in our compositions and corrected them faster. Our skills to improve our writing level are among them.

Your contribution to us has finally paid off. We won the second place in a school-wide composition competition. Now, our class is famous for its good composition in the whole school. All this is due to your contribution. You have not failed to live up to our expectations. During the days you taught us, our Chinese performance has gradually improved, and our composition level is higher than that of our peers. We are all proud to have a teacher like you.

in the past two years, you are like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have always opened your arms to protect us, and at the same time, you have taught us a wealth of knowledge, so that we can thrive. With your company, we have grown up and become big brothers and big sisters in our school, and we are about to leave this place where we have lived and studied for six years, and step into another new school to start a new study. New life ...

Before I leave this school, I want to say "Hello, teacher" to you again, so that the friendship between teachers and students will remain in our hearts forever as it did at the beginning.

"Hello teacher ..."

Please, add some points! ! !

Six years of primary school is the best for me, and I'm afraid it's you-Mr. Min. But, teacher, do you know? You are not a good teacher in my heart.

at that time, I studied well and was the top student in my class and school. Therefore, in class, you will often say, "Li Ling, come and answer this difficult question." You will take the trouble to ask me, "Do you understand?" Your eyes always rest warmly on me. And after class, you will call me to the office to "open a small stove". You twist the covers of the reference books and composition selections. "Li Ling, the topics on it are very lively. You have to do it ... Li Ling, this is an excellent composition selection. You have to have a look ..."

Teacher, do you remember? A few days before the final exam, you called me to my office again, asked me how my review was going, and told me to go over the key points again, and to be calm and not to panic during the exam. It's the exam, teacher. You specially climbed up the fourth floor and found my examination room. You stood by me and carefully read my examination paper. You smiled and left ...

Teacher, you doted on me like your mother, but it is precisely because of your preference that I changed from the monitor admired by my classmates to the object of jealousy and sarcasm. I am increasingly alienated from my classmates, and your love makes me feel at a loss.

When the final grade comes down, you come into the classroom with a big smile. You say, "In this exam, Li Ling, a student in my class, scored 95.5 points in Chinese, ranking first in the whole school." Suddenly a burst of applause sounded, and your smile bloomed more brilliantly. But, teacher, did you hear the words mixed in the applause? "What's the big deal, if I also ..." "Exactly, I don't want it at all." Hearing this, my heart broke and tears welled up in my eyes.

Miss Min, I sincerely thank you for what you gave me, but I don't need so much love. The more you give, the more delicate my wings will be. How will I face setbacks and experience failures in my future life, and can I find myself again?

teacher, roses can only be bright and bright under the nurturing of sunshine, and grass can only be flourishing under the nourishing of rain and dew. You gave me your love completely. What about other students? Did they get the sunshine and rain?

Teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute her love evenly to all her children.

A good teacher in my heart should have a broad love.

these may be the words of a child you have spoiled who is not willful.

(Instructor: Zhou Guoan)

Reference: Fan Wenwang

Respondent: 335242642-probationary period level 1 6-9 2:2

1. Time flies, in a blink of an eye, twenty years, teacher, are you okay?

teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your persuasive and earnest teachings are still in my mind. Everything when you are with us is as vivid as yesterday.

Teacher, I want to say to you: You gave me confidence in my study; It is you who gave me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard, and the hope for a better future.

teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the voyage of life; You are my conductor who plays the music of life.

Teacher, I want to say to you: Without you, maybe I would give up on myself; If there is no you, maybe I will be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; If it weren't for you, I might not be who I am today.

teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the snow and ice; Thank you for your kindness in cultivating me; Thank you for understanding me.

teacher, I want to say to you: the new year is coming. I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives! !

2。 Teacher, you can speak English, read articles with emotion, sing moving songs, draw pictures, work out difficult math problems, and … but you are not very good at it, and the most important thing is to laugh.

every day, you walk up to the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood just after class is ruined again. How I wish you could smile at this moment! When the class started, you were frowning all the time, and suddenly you called up a classmate who was deserting to answer the question. The classmate Zhang Er and the monk were all at a loss, and the answer was wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students at the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still locked his brow and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit still. At this time, how we hope that the teacher can also smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away with a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.

after class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy and asked you, "What's up?" We were just about to open our mouths, so we were embarrassed to open our mouths. At that time, how much we wanted you to have a relaxing chat with us with a smile!

"Smile, we will study better if we are less than ten years old; It's really relaxing to smile, and I'm worried and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?

teacher, we know that you are strict for our own good, and we often make you angry, but if you adjust your mood all the time, you won't care about this little thing.

In the future, we will study hard, show our teachers good performance and best results, and make them happy and smile!

Teacher, I want to tell you

I won't forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is guiding the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out your endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, sprinkling the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, silently nourishing everything on the earth; Others say: You are the sunset glow. When the sun returns, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of flying smoke in the blue sky, and I don't want luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just the old stepping stone on the journey, the distant cold star in the darkness; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, which comes quietly and goes calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but you erased utility; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; It is the years that age your face, and the chalk that whitens your temples. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion of the big dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three inches of tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of human soul and the reverser of social gankun. You are the spring breeze, blowing green mountains, you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me the yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes and turned my hair gray, giving me pure dreams and strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand and shedding sweat all the way, which moistened my thirsty heart and made me a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk is exhausted, you will be eternal!

Looking back

Striking in the footsteps of Spring and Autumn

My life

Keep moving forward

Move forward ...

Mom, I want to tell you

It seems very deserted at home recently. The day before yesterday, my uncles came to my house. It was such a happy thing that I could eat, drink and be merry again. Yesterday morning, they went to work, and the house was quiet again.

mom, you are wandering around the house all day, with nothing to do. I know I was annoyed because I didn't do that job the day before yesterday. I understand that your heart is hard, but how can I always feel better?

I really want to say what's on my mind: Don't pull a long face all day, be happy, and give this deserted home more happiness and warmth. Be nice to me, too. Give me a birthday like other people's mothers. The other day, I heard that you were going to give us a birthday, and we were all too happy to sleep. But you changed your mind again. I know, and I knew this would happen.

the most unbearable thing is that I seem to be your punching bag, and you come at me whenever you have a fire. I always do things in fear, and I will be scolded if I am not careful.

once I was ill, and you were all at home, but you only gave me a medicine, and instead of seeing a doctor, you asked me to cook for you. I know that I am a person who is unloved, and I feel like a person who works for you in this family. Sometimes you call me dead. I am very sad. I know you are angry, but I can't say that. I have self-esteem, too.

I want to tell you all these words, but I'm afraid to speak. If you can give me a chance, I will definitely say it.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = Little bird, I want to tell you that every time I see your innocent eyes and hear your tragic chirping, my heart trembles. Birds, you must hate us very much, right?

Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Please stand on the branch and play a symphony of nature for me! Let's talk. What? You can't sing? Mom and dad didn't teach you? I know, your parents died at the hands of those who were stained with blood. Bird, I want to tell you that you need not only freedom, but also happiness, but how can you be happy? When a tree is cut down, your home will be gone. There is such a song that "the sea is the home of mankind, the grassland is the home of mankind, and the trees are also the home of mankind." Fish are friends, horses and cows are friends, and birds are also friends of human beings. The sea is dry, the grassland is yellow, the trees are dead, and the human home is gone. " Birds, do you still have that blue sky now? Poachers and bird killers, do you still have your conscience? "Freedom? Hum, it's good enough not to kill birds. "This is bird people's words. "Kill birds? Well, what's the use of birds? Do nothing, it is better to kill the bird that sells money. I want to tell you, do you know what money is? Money is like life in human eyes, just like your food. That is the most basic material foundation. The poor material foundation determines the uncivilized consciousness of human environmental protection, embodies human ignorance and burns the idea of human civilization and progress.

Bird, I want to tell you, let a sincere emotion touch people with broken hearts, fly your wings, and keep calling over cities, fields and villages. If the sleeping people still don't wake up, then scream "squeak" at the sea. I was silent.

Bird, I want to tell you, go and find a quiet and comfortable place. No one will let you have fun. Don't let your descendants know what the bullets in the gun taste like. Don't let them see those "swords and shadows". So as not to make his mind suffer the same trauma as yours. Every time I think about your companions being clicked, I get a sore eye in my heart and can't help deepening. . . . .

bird, I want to tell you. . . . . .

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Friend, I want to say to you

There is one thing that will last forever without a solemn pledge of love; There is a kind of affection, which is as sweet as chocolate, roses and candy; There is a secret, it is noisy, chasing and beating, and when it is lonely, it will magically make coffee to warm your hands, which is called friendship; This kind of feeling is called warmth; This secret is a friend.

I met him in the first grade of primary school. Perhaps this is the fate, and we have been together for six years ... We have almost become good friends who talk about everything. I feel very happy and satisfied with him.

When I was in the sixth grade, I immediately plunged into the boundless sea of questions. Then, he moved out of his seat near me and moved to the northwest corner of the classroom. At this time, I was as far away from him as the East Coast and Siberia. I seldom talk to him gradually, and the two boys next to me have become my best friends. He may have found other bosom friends like me! I am like this