Teacher, I want to tell you something about my heart.

Who do you know who works hard on the blackboard every day? Who do you know makes an effort to speak on the platform every day? As we all know, she is our teacher.

"Teacher, teacher" is a beautiful word. He keeps training us. She is a hard gardener, pruning, cutting leaves, watering and fertilizing these young trees. The old leaves left by saplings are our shortcomings, and the new leaves are our efforts. It turns out that sweat is taught to us by the teacher. Teacher, he guides us to a successful life.

Teacher, we will never forget your love for us. Are we really your pride? Are we really your lovely children? Even if you can't, you should study hard, make progress every day and be a good student. We may not be perfect, but we will try to be the treasure in your heart!

Teacher, four years of primary school life let us deeply understand that it is you who nurtured our growth with blood and sweat, and you left us with knowledge and strength. What I left myself was wrinkles and countless white silk! We want to smooth your deep wrinkles and pull out these white hairs, but we can't, because it is these wrinkles and these "silver hairs" that record your hard work and deep love!

Teacher, we sincerely say to you: Teacher, "We love you forever …" This emotion is as beautiful as a cuckoo; I like begonia all year round; Like pine and cypress, it is green all year round. ...