400-word essay about sharing your innermost feelings with small animals

Talk to the teacher about what’s in your heart

Maybe spring will still grow old, maybe the flowers will fade, but you are with me forever. If I am a bird waiting to spread its wings and fly, then you are the wind that flutters my wings; if I am a young leaf that has just sprouted, then you are the root buried deep in the earth. Oh, teacher, please temporarily stop the pen tip of your correcting homework, please temporarily stop your hurried home visits, please temporarily stop your careful preparation of notes. I want to say to you...

I want to say "I'm sorry" to you. Maybe you have forgotten, but I can't. That Monday, I raised the red flag as a flag bearer without wearing a school uniform. I didn't think anything of it, but you gave me a scolding for it. I am very sad and feel that you have changed and no longer care about me and no longer believe in me. Pain, always pain, I can't forget it, the pain is like a needle pricking into my heart. Therefore, I am "the enemy" of you. You penetrated my inner world with your discerning eyes, and said to me affectionately: "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood that day, but you must remember to respect and care for the red flag no matter where you go." "I'm sorry", you actually Say sorry to me! Hate doesn't dare to stay in my heart anymore, but your words are deeply imprinted in my heart and can never be erased...

Time flies! Time flies, and now we are in the third grade of junior high school. When you welcome us children with affection again, you must feel that those faces are no longer childish. Yes, we have grown up, and we are no longer the group of little girls who love to cry and laugh, nor the group of little boys who love to fight and play. Seedlings absorb sunshine, rain and dew, and coupled with the hard work of laborers, how can they not sprout and grow? We have never deviated from your teachings. In the past two years, we have grown up in your tolerance. In the last year, I want to say something to you. : "Teacher, we have truly understood that 'you have to do your own thing'. You have worked hard, please have a rest." The big red banner "Warmly Celebrating the 20th Teachers' Day" at the school entrance is so conspicuous, I feel that I have not prepared it for you. I am ashamed of giving gifts, but I know that "gifts are not necessary to respect a teacher." I tell you my intimate words, share my joy with you, and add an affectionate "Hello, teacher!" You are probably very satisfied, because you have never asked us for anything extravagantly. The wind that flutters the wings, do you know that the birds will fly in the high blue sky, and the roots buried deep in the earth, do you know that the young leaves will become more luxuriant. Oh, teacher, please temporarily stop the pen tip of your correcting homework, please temporarily stop your hurried home visits, please temporarily stop your careful preparation of notes, I want to say to you: "You are the wind, you are the root." ."