2065438+May 2, 20061Composition Competition for Primary School Students in xinghua city, Taixing City, Jiangsu Province.

Teacher, look, it's another year in a flash.

Borrowing books from the second volume of the sixth grade from students in Grade One found that it was graduation season. The teacher has been separated from you for half a year in a blink of an eye. In the coming new year, I will write a thin text for you. Happy new year.

This article is dedicated to my dearest math teacher.

Teacher Chen, why did I start to fall into endless nostalgia after separation? Why didn't you know how to cherish it then?

Thank you, Miss Chen. You may not know how much money you gave a student.

Teacher, I still remember the time when you grew up with us ignorant children. Think of your hearty laughter, your vigorous charm, and your memories are always pleasant. It seems that you have always been so energetic that people are infected and driven by you. At that time, I completely fell in love with mathematics. Words can't describe your influence on me.

Teacher. I miss you.

Teacher, what language should I use to describe my impression of you? Teacher, you left in such a hurry that you transferred without telling me. At the beginning of school, the math class representative from the next class came to me to ask for the Q number. I didn't realize your departure until you asked for it, which was unacceptable. I remember the last time I talked to my teacher, when I got my report card in the fifth grade, in the corridor. At that time, you were in high spirits, joking with some students who were going to transfer, pushing and shoving, and it was very lively. At that time, we all thought that you would continue to teach or go to the next class, but you just left. At the end of the fifth grade, my math final scores were few, and you left before you handed in a perfect answer sheet. Inexplicable regret. When I think of talking with you not long ago, I am disappointed to tell you that the math final exam this semester can only be the second time, and you still comfort me like that. Teacher, you don't know how many times I have seriously told my classmates that I must learn math well anyway. I can't be sorry for Mr. Chen. Sorry, teacher, I may have let you down. Anyway, mathematics will always be my favorite subject.

Teacher, what words should I use to express my gratitude to you? Thank you, teacher. You have taught me mathematics for two years, and it is these two years that have brought my love for mathematics into full play. I remember my teacher's first math class. I don't remember what it was, but I remember how you came up to me and whispered, "What's your name?" Maybe from then on, I made up my mind to do my best. Teacher, teacher, now I can do my math homework quickly and hand it in when others are dumbfounded. I just started to feel bored in the next time, and I would think of you who laughed and said I was careless. Teacher, please allow me to bow deeply to you. Really, thank you.

Teacher, what kind of sentences should I use to outline the past time? I remember at that time, when I was young, I looked forward to math class with great interest every day. How do you teach with a flying look and how to convey new knowledge in humorous and relaxed language? I really miss you hanging out with us. You are our friend except the teacher. Now, the scenery remains the same, but people are not there. How could I remember? Every time I think about it, I just want to cry.

Teacher, teacher, I will always remember that time.

I still remember those sunny days, chasing the teenagers around me. Teacher, you are as dazzling and bright as the sun. Those scattered light and shadow, those faint laughter floating in the air, were really brought to the depths of memory by time. Why, those scenes are still at your fingertips, aren't they? Those moments of frozen memory have long been engraved in your mind. Teacher, you are remembered by some teenagers.

I still remember your clear and bright eyes, deep and deep eyes. Teacher, you are as pure as water, reflecting all kinds of worlds and growing teenagers. Your differences in teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, your tolerance and understanding of us, your feelings about the world, and even the jokes you played with us, let us remember with a smile.

Teacher, unlike some of my Chinese teachers, you won't praise me directly, but I can see your affirmation of me from the praise you expect. I remember you wrote such a sentence in the teacher column of my report book. You are a very good girl. ..... Oh, my dear teacher, thank you.

Never. Those moments of solidification are just:

-You smiled proudly at us and told a joke.

-Math homework was handed in late, and he scolded me with a smile, while I stood by and smiled and said yes to Nuo Nuo.

-help you suck pen water, move your notebook and chase after you.

-passing through a corner of the corridor at a certain moment.

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Teacher, I don't know if everyone likes to dwell on the past and miss it as much as I do. I can't let go of the shadow of the past. I can't forget the past mercilessly, I can't. I like looking back too much, even if the scenery in front is long. But now, where can I find your figure?

Teacher, how can I thank you for everything you have given me? How to tell the past that has become the past?

Teacher, please let me say thank you solemnly. Maybe all I can say is thank you.

Teacher, you must be happy. The way you smile is beautiful.

There is such a hazy picture in front of me: in the future, where I don't know the place name, at the moment when I don't know the time, let me say hello to your smiling face.

Thanks, teacher. Happy new year. You should be happy.