Teacher, I want to tell you how to write a composition.

Teacher, I want to tell you that you are like a hardworking gardener; We are flowers. It is you who water us with sweat, moisten us with tears and accompany us with smiles! Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life. Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of world progress; You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sweating all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart and giving me persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal!