How do good teachers around you start an 800-word composition?

Some people say that teachers are gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland diligently. Some people say that teachers are red candles, burning themselves but illuminating others. Yes, it's all so real. Teachers are dedicating themselves, but we can't do anything for them.

Miss Li is a mother herself. She treats every child in her class as her own treasure. She is a kind mother and hopes that every baby will grow up healthily. Although Miss Li usually doesn't spend much time with her daughter, she has enough energy to take care of, nurture and train more than 70 children in her class every day. Every activity is full of energy and passion, which well mobilizes the enthusiasm of children to learn skills. This is what Miss Li wants to see most, and it is also worth learning.

I remember one time, Mr. Li's relatives were ill in the hospital. Miss Li could have taken time off to take care of her relatives at school, but she didn't, because failing a course would directly affect our grades, so she gave up the idea. Miss Li got up early in the morning, then sent the cooked food to the hospital, hurried to the school to give us lessons, hurried home to cook at noon, and then sent it to the hospital. After a busy day, Miss Li rushed back to school to change books. After school, Miss Li went home with a tired body. This habit of life has been going on for several weeks, but Miss Li has not complained at all. In class, Miss Li still taught us how to learn Chinese and how to be a man.

Ah! The teacher is a gardener, diligently cultivating the flowers of the motherland and selflessly dedicating all his glory!

Education does not curse people with that ugly voice, but with that sweet voice and sincere words, which makes people feel from the heart.

Miss Li's spine has been bad, especially in rainy days, and it hurts like hell, but she didn't stop correcting notebooks for this reason. Once, Mr. Li's spine hurt again and went to the hospital for massage. The doctor said that you can only rest more and get better slowly, but Mr. Li has to correct his homework every day, and it is more difficult to rest than to ascend to heaven. But Miss Li still lived up to our class. If you are sick, will you do something that hurts you? Obviously not, but Miss Li insisted on correcting the book. Miss Li is sitting in the hospital bed, still holding a red pen, correcting our composition carefully.

Ah! The teacher is a gardener, trying to cultivate the flowers of the motherland.

We are the flowers of the motherland, flowers need the gardener's hard watering and fertilization, and we thrive under the inspiration of spring. If you ask why you grow so well, the answer is the care of the gardener.

For flowers, gardeners are essential. For us, teachers are indispensable.

There are many good teachers around us, and they all shed the best and richest light on us. Manna-like knowledge is sprinkled on us, which makes us grow sturdily day by day.

Teacher Li is like this, dedicated and selfless, paying for us without complaint.

The teacher is a gardener, trying to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. The teacher is a red candle, burning itself silently, but illuminating others.