Teacher, please listen to me.

Teacher, I have graduated for more than a month, but I still don't have the courage to tell you what I've always wanted to say to you. These words have been hidden in my heart for a long time. Now, I want to get it off my chest.

Teacher, I've always wanted to tell you that I don't want you to treat me as a good student, because I think being a good student is really tiring. Every time I see my classmates happily running out to jump rubber bands and kick shuttlecock, I envy them. But the task you gave me is too heavy. I have to finish it before I can go out to play.

Teacher, I hope your next class won't feel this way, so I hope you can treat them equally and give other students some opportunities to show themselves. In fact, everyone has their own excellent side.

I still remember that day, I was sick and my temperature reached 40. You didn't let me fall behind in my homework, nor did you delay my seeing a doctor. You didn't forget to ask my parents about my illness when I was infusion bag or bottle. I remember your concern for me. You are like my second mother, taking good care of me and instilling a lot of knowledge into me.

Teacher, I am about to enter the gate of junior high school. You got me into the only key middle school in the city. Thank you for your teaching. Without you, there would be no me today. Before, every time I saw your serious face, I swallowed it on my lips. In fact, I've always wanted to say to you:

"Thank you, teacher!"