A letter to Yingcai Tutorial Composition

Dear Teacher Liang:

Hello!

Writing to you makes my heart surge. Did you know? We are all very grateful to you, my dear teacher, because you are like a blue sky, always holding your students and us in your heart. And it was in your red sky that I fell in love with English.

In the past, I was not very good at speaking, so I always liked to do things in a daze in class.

I used to never lose my appetite for English reading. Whether it's a hilarious little piece of humor or a lively little story, I always brush it off as if it were water vapor.

I used to be troubled by tedious English notes. I wished I was a computer and could know the world without having to memorize anything.

I never expected that I would meet a good teacher who is very difficult to meet in the long journey of life.

Remember the first time you stepped into this "home", let us pretend to be the positions in life for the students to guess. Out of the blue, you invited me to play nurse. I stood on the stage at a loss, holding my hands tremblingly - I didn't know how to act like it. This is you at this time, you quietly asked me to pretend to give you an injection, and what about you? After I gave you the "injection" nervously, you pretended to faint vividly. This little joy made me have endless expectations for you and your class.

Blood nourishes peaches and plums all over the world, and diligent cultivation of talents brings prosperity to Kyushu. Because of your arrival, I fell in love with English for the first time. At the beginning, you asked each of us to do an English reading every week, and as time flew by, I found more and more that English reading is full of fun, especially when I understood the meaning of a short joke and laughed. I found that learning English well is really a proud thing. Slowly, many times, my reading state can be described with a passage from the article "Holding Jasmine for the First Time - Notes on Reading Tagore's "New Moon Collection"": "In countless noisy days, in the Countless quiet nights; in the gloom of rainy days, in the vastness of twilight; on the journey of occasionally taking a nap, in the cabin where music flows; in many moments of longing for warmth and happiness, in many days filled with sadness and loneliness ...I read Rabindranath Tagore's collection of poems - "New Moon Collection" again and again. "At this time, reading English was as natural as breathing for me.

The three-foot podium teaches people tirelessly, and the two-sleeved Qingfeng teaching must be effective. You never asked us to take notes in class. You only taught us to read through the textbooks and tutoring materials every day. Even though I was secretly happy, I was also a little confused: What should I do if I encounter an exam? It wasn't until that day that you summarized the knowledge we learned into a collection for us to review, and asked us to download this courseware at home and study according to this content, that I understood your good intentions. But can this really lead to good results in exams? Our class ranked second in English in that test is a good proof.

You never lose your temper over our little pranks. I once recalled that you smiled and said that you were our "fairy sister", and when the naughty boy called you "fairy grandma", you just waved your fist at him pretendingly; I remember that when you were in class, there would always be The little girl tugged at your clothes and quietly tugged at your loudspeaker, but you just turned around and said "huh?" with wide eyes. The pranks and naughtiness were still the same.

The podium is narrow and the blackboard is more than ten feet long.

One class is tiring for three moments, and half a lifetime is busy for four seasons.

The white calligraphy and ink board, the black writing and silver frost.

There are peaches and plums all over the world, and all the teachers will be famous.

In my heart, this is your true portrayal. How I wish to be your student forever. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a banquet. In the blink of an eye, one year has passed, and the school has made a thin curriculum adjustment. The notice means that we no longer have the opportunity to chat with you and listen to your sincere teachings. Let us say thank you to you, raise the sail of life, pull the cable as the strings, use the strong wind as the horn, play a movement that transcends time and space, and remember your love with our hearts.