Tell the truth. Who do I want to write a 400-word composition for?

I will forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest!

You are as kind and amiable as your dear mother. Whenever I do something wrong, you tell me to correct it with kind words. My parents gave me my body, and my hard-working teacher nourished my soul.

Teacher, I want to say gratefully to you: Thank you for your inculcation. Whenever I make a mistake, your heartfelt words let me know a lot. Since you came to us, you have cared for me like a loving mother, and let us thrive under your care.

Your teachings have given me infinite strength, and your persuasive teachings have moistened our dry hearts like sweet springs. Only then did I really understand what goodwill is.

Teacher, I want to say to you: Your eyes have given us great encouragement and support. Look at your clear eyes, we can't escape your eyes in class, and it is because of your beautiful eyes that we have changed the bad habit of inattention. The encouraging look in your eyes has made us understand a lot and affirmed a lot. Your stern eyes have looked at me, your considerate eyes have paid attention to me, and every time you say something in your heart, he often comes out to inspire me and encourage me to study hard!

Teacher, I also want to say to you: thank you for your teaching and your contribution to us. We are your students, growing every day, and they are transported to the places where the motherland needs them.

Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as teacher's education.