I will enter junior high school and write a 600-word letter to the primary school teacher.

The summer heat in the field is unbearable, the cracked land is baked with a trace of smoke, and the black stone is crisp as if it could be pulled open with no effort.

We walked along the hot path, looking for some boring games everywhere. Although it is hard for our city residents to bear the scorching sun, it is indeed more fun in the field than in a cool room. I struck a match along the way and watched it burst into sparks and burn slowly. When the flame approached my finger, I quickly threw it behind me. A few seconds later, a match turned to ashes. I can't get tired of playing this game. After all, my grandmother's family forbids it. This box of matches is right!

We stopped in front of some straw piles with great interest. "How about we play with fire?" I cried with excitement. We looked at each other and immediately decided, "Good! I haven't been stimulated by fire for a long time! "

We first found a relatively safe place next to the straw pile, and then moved some straw. Brother Hua Feng struck a match and put the flame near the ear of rice. He shook the straw, and the fire jumped up along the ear of rice and swallowed the whole bundle of straw. Our faces suddenly turned red, and the choking smoke made us blind. But people who like pranks are particularly excited and dance at the fire.

From time to time, we take life-saving grass from the hill-like straw pile and pile it on the fire. Pale ash floated in the sky with the wind, many of which fell on the straw pile, and some stuck to our greasy hair.

The flame danced before our eyes and forced our eyes brightly. In a burst of "scratching" coke explosion, it sometimes leaps high, sometimes it is pressed low by the wind, and it gradually flourishes bit by bit, reflecting everything around it as a bright red. We boiled out the last few drops of oil by the fire and landed heavily on the ends of our hair.

"all right! It can be extinguished! Otherwise it will really burn more and more. How dangerous is it? " I think it's on fire, I said worriedly. "Elder sister, what are you afraid of? Light the fire. Are you so nervous? Don't worry, we are here! " "Let you see what a real king is!" This is the end! My brothers and sisters are getting more and more excited. What should I do? I saw Yu and Hua Feng's brother throw a bundle of straw up again, and the fire grew to half a person's height in an instant.

The more I look at it, the more anxious I am, and the tears are smoked in my eyes.

I've been listening to them since I was a child. How can they listen to me this time? I secretly prepared to take the lead at any time-holding a bundle of wet straw in my hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the flame was blown to the other side of the straw pile, and a corner of the straw pile was stained with flame. My heart beats faster and faster. Seeing the carefree expressions of my brothers and sisters, I temporarily gave up the idea of putting out the fire immediately. The fire has been out of control since then, and it has stained half a pile of straw. We were caught off guard. A few seconds later, the fire was all over the sky, and we screamed with fear. Shall I go up and put out the fire? Immediately? I definitely can't! I am a coward who is afraid of death! Why don't you run! I turned around and saw that Yu had fled far away. I'm angry! Many villagers noticed the fire all over the sky here from a distance, and also saw Hua Feng's brother Qian and me. Fortunately, Yu was not included in the "blacklist".

"Run!" Qian sighed. I threw a bundle of wet straw in panic and fled the scene with them. ...

When I come back, I will definitely be beaten by my grandmother.

Later we learned that it was the kind villagers who helped us put out the fire. And that unlucky family, we burned two piles of straw for nothing. For several days, we were all imprisoned at home, and only Yu was lucky enough to giggle.

To this day, I am still deeply repenting and repenting.

Dear teacher x:

Everyone says that primary school teachers are the guide to students' confusion, the light in darkness and the enlightenment in life.

Indeed, teachers are worthy of our respect and a sacred and great profession.

Teachers, give us knowledge and teach different subjects in different ways and with different contents.

For example, Chinese, one of our important subjects, is a compulsory course, and one of the important reasons is well known: it is our mother tongue. From learning and teaching, learn to read mountains, water and people, feel the great charm and cultivate different abilities. Our spirit will be enriched, our wisdom will grow and our quality will be improved.

There is also mathematics, which is often said to be learning to calculate. But teachers teach us how to use mathematics effectively, how to use mathematics to improve our personal ability, let us understand mathematics naturally and clearly, and even teach us to explore our own learning methods.

Then there is science, which teaches us how to identify pseudoscience and judge whether certain commodities will affect environmental quality or human health.

………

You have given more than that, as well as the truth of being a man, how the society communicates and so on. ...

Nowadays, many slogans and slogans praise you, and many songs praise you ... Do you still know, teacher? In these X years, under your education, I have grown from a timid and confused child to a bold and enterprising student who can find light. Teacher, I really appreciate your courage and confidence, morality and knowledge, and an important milestone in my history!

You know what, teacher? Everything about you is unforgettable to me. You have accompanied me for X years, taught me X years of knowledge, taught me X years of life principles, inspired my childhood ideas and led me forward.

Your education is sometimes like the cool breeze in autumn! Teacher, you have turned your concern for us into the wind, guarding each of us in the sky, such as silk, light green and lingering. Your education is sometimes like the scorching sun in summer! Teacher, you turned your encouragement into rain and dew, which moistened our hearts and helped our weak seedlings grow sturdily in spring. May it become a towering tree. You just want us to be like flower buds in the garden, blooming its brightest moment. ...

I want to tell you a story. The story goes like this-"A young man committed suicide in a tree in the forest because of repeated setbacks. Suddenly, an old farmer stopped him and asked him why he wanted to die. The young man told the old farmer about himself. The old farmer said, can you help me harvest the wheat in the field before I die? The young man thought that he would die anyway, so he might as well help the old farmer first. However, when he finished harvesting the wheat, it was already spring. The old farmer asked him to help sow, and he agreed without hesitation. After sowing is weeding, after weeding is fertilization and harvesting ... After several autumn and winter, the old farmer's originally barren land has become a fruitful manor. The old farmer said to the young man, now, do you still want to die? The young man shook his head. He pinned his spirit here and never wanted to leave this beautiful land again. " You are just like that farmer. You always let me do small things, put my broken confidence back together, and let me face the pain of setbacks. Teacher, you are a pine tree in our heart, standing high on the top of the mountain. Your words and deeds have taught us to face life bravely, to be the wave of life bravely, and to believe that sunshine is always after the storm.

Teacher, what word should I use to describe you? How can I express my gratitude? Please teach me again! You watered me and left a hard footprint. Years have obliterated your youth, but you are an evergreen tree in our eyes forever, and your smile will remain in our hearts forever. I will live up to your expectations and walk towards my beautiful life with your teaching and this precious thing!

Some student

What date is it?

Grateful heart, thank you!

Who brings the breath of spring like a swallow? It's you, full of you!

Who is plowing in the wilderness of thorns? It's you! You've been writing!

Who is like a breeze and a willow, soothing an ignorant heart? It's you, dear and respectable teacher!

You have a broad mind like the sea, you have the love of parents all over the world, and you have the most precious wealth in the world-knowledge.

Perhaps you are the embodiment of wisdom, the messenger of culture, full of high sense of responsibility and contribution, and come to this world to spread the essence of culture and convey the nourishment of ideas.

I remember walking in front of your window on a bright moonlit night, and your wandering figure was in the room. You think hard, just for a difficult problem. There is a sleepy light on that neat table, which makes a slight squeak. The wind inadvertently opened your lesson plan, and many words were reflected on the window.

This is your mark on the teaching road; This is every sacred stroke you draw a blueprint for the future; This is the hard evidence of your selfless dedication!

The long road to study records your every move; The tortuous road of life has your sincere guidance and care at every step. You use all your knowledge to water your budding heart, and you use the love of your life to warm your lonely heart. You use the most beautiful language in the world to open every knot, and you use beautiful rainbows to cross our hearts.

With your help, the child's heart is becoming more and more mature and has the desire to take off; I have a dream of swimming. You have given us the motivation to struggle forward, your inculcation and your knowledge essence have built a sculpture of wealth in our hearts.

You are too great. You have trained the elites and heroes of the times. You shape greatness with self-styled smallness, and you embellish beauty with conscious commonness; You created a myth with a bent back.

Running water is in a hurry, and autumn wind blows off your young face; Years are ruthless, Xia Yue bends your healthy back; The snow in winter is bright, covering your black hair. However, your spirit of "teaching and educating people" is still full of vitality, no less than that of that year.

The world is changing; But what remains unchanged is the golden relationship between teachers and students and the heart of gratitude full of complicated feelings.

That is the grace, the grace of education, the grace of enlightenment, and the kindness of teachers to repay a drop of water with a spring of water.

It is affection, affection between teachers and students, friendship, and "parental affection" of "teaching wisdom without giving skin".

This is a kind of goodwill that can stand the test of time and space constraints.

Even in the dark, I will never forget the hand groping in the dark; Even in the sacred moment when life is prosperous and the peaks stand overlooking the world, you will never forget the pieces of spring talk you sent when you shed tears; Even on the day when you are worried about your unsatisfactory studies, you will never forget the hopeful eyes and encouraging smile.

Your every greeting, every help and every care are deeply engraved in our memory.

Even if the rainstorm strikes, even if the yellow sand rolls up, it can't take away the grateful heart and the sincere and solemn respect!

Teacher, have you seen the swaying moon on the treetops? It brings my gratitude and sincere blessing: May you have flowers every day and stars every night, and may you be safe and happy on the road of life!

I am here to convey

Salute!

Dear Teacher Wei,

Hello!

Time flies, and five years have passed quietly. Now, we have ushered in the first new semester in the final stage of primary school, and also ushered in the sixth Teacher's Day that we spent with you in primary school. Maybe this will be the last Teacher's Day we will spend with you in primary school.

How time flies! At the end of next summer vacation, we will also enter middle school, but we really don't want to be separated from you. Last summer, we were always in high spirits, but next year, we will be with you. ...

It turns out that we are always ignorant and always worry you. Every Teacher's Day is the same, completely ignoring your feelings. But this time, the most precious one, we should cherish it, so we hope you can be happy, happy and happy. What we have to do will not make you worry or get angry.

We beg you to be happy today, okay? The happiness of "laughing for ten years" can also be regarded as an "infectious disease". If one person is happy and spreads it to others, then many people will be happy. Our happiness hopes to "infect" you and make you happy.

We will give you some surprises today. Although it looks ordinary and ordinary, that's all we can do for you.

Here, all our classmates wish you good health! All the best! Laugh often! Spend every day happily! This is our hope and wish, although it is only a small wish, I hope you can help us realize it.

I am here to convey

welcome

Dear teacher x:

Everyone says that primary school teachers are the guide to students' confusion, the light in darkness and the enlightenment in life.

Indeed, teachers are worthy of our respect and a sacred and great profession.

Teachers, give us knowledge and teach different subjects in different ways and with different contents.

For example, Chinese, one of our important subjects, is a compulsory course, and one of the important reasons is well known: it is our mother tongue. From learning and teaching, learn to read mountains, water and people, feel the great charm and cultivate different abilities. Our spirit will be enriched, our wisdom will grow and our quality will be improved.

There is also mathematics, which is often said to be learning to calculate. But teachers teach us how to use mathematics effectively, how to use mathematics to improve our personal ability, let us understand mathematics naturally and clearly, and even teach us to explore our own learning methods.

Then there is science, which teaches us how to identify pseudoscience and judge whether certain commodities will affect environmental quality or human health.

………

You have given more than that, as well as the truth of being a man, how the society communicates and so on. ...

Nowadays, many slogans and slogans praise you, and many songs praise you ... Do you still know, teacher? In these X years, under your education, I have grown from a timid and confused child to a bold and enterprising student who can find light. Teacher, I really appreciate your courage and confidence, morality and knowledge, and an important milestone in my history!

You know what, teacher? Everything about you is unforgettable to me. You have accompanied me for X years, taught me X years of knowledge, taught me X years of life principles, inspired my childhood ideas and led me forward.

Your education is sometimes like the cool breeze in autumn! Teacher, you have turned your concern for us into the wind, guarding each of us in the sky, such as silk, light green and lingering. Your education is sometimes like the scorching sun in summer! Teacher, you turned your encouragement into rain and dew, which moistened our hearts and helped our weak seedlings grow sturdily in spring. May it become a towering tree. You just want us to be like flower buds in the garden, blooming its brightest moment. ...

I want to tell you a story. The story goes like this-"A young man committed suicide in a tree in the forest because of repeated setbacks. Suddenly, an old farmer stopped him and asked him why he wanted to die. The young man told the old farmer about himself. The old farmer said, can you help me harvest the wheat in the field before I die? The young man thought that he would die anyway, so he might as well help the old farmer first. However, when he finished harvesting the wheat, it was already spring. The old farmer asked him to help sow, and he agreed without hesitation. After sowing is weeding, after weeding is fertilization and harvesting ... After several autumn and winter, the old farmer's originally barren land has become a fruitful manor. The old farmer said to the young man, now, do you still want to die? The young man shook his head. He pinned his spirit here and never wanted to leave this beautiful land again. " You are just like that farmer. You always let me do small things, put my broken confidence back together, and let me face the pain of setbacks. Teacher, you are a pine tree in our heart, standing high on the top of the mountain. Your words and deeds have taught us to face life bravely, to be the wave of life bravely, and to believe that sunshine is always after the storm.

Teacher, what word should I use to describe you? How can I express my gratitude? Please teach me again! You watered me and left a hard footprint. Years have obliterated your youth, but you are an evergreen tree in our eyes forever, and your smile will remain in our hearts forever. I will live up to your expectations and walk towards my beautiful life with your teaching and this precious thing!