Ask for an essay ha,. The title is There is a Sentence in My Heart . Thank you.

Updated on educate 2024-03-05
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    Teacher, I want to say to you: if I am a star, then you are a bright moon, accompanying me in the dark night; If I were a small tree, you would be a diligent gardener, and I would have thrived with your care.

    Once, when I was in class, I felt a stomachache, and the teacher came up to me and asked me what was wrong, and I said, "I have a stomachache." "The teacher rushed me to the hospital, and the doctor diagnosed that I had appendicitis and needed immediate surgery, and the teacher gave it to me.

    I thanked the teacher from the bottom of my heart, not only that, the teacher went to the hospital every day to give me make-up lessons until I was discharged, with the help of the teacher, my course did not fall behind, you not only cared about me in life, but also encouraged me in learning.

    I remember one time, I scored 100 points on an exam, and the teacher said, "You are the best." But once in an exam, I scored 60 points, and the teacher not only did not reproach me, but encouraged me and said: Failure is the mother of success.

    Academic performance has now been stable.

    Teacher I want to say to you: "With your encouragement, my grades will gradually improve, with your help, I can grow strongly, I will definitely live up to your expectations, grow into a big tree, become a pillar of the motherland."

    There is a sentence that I have always kept in my heart: Thank you, teacher!

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    At your school, our teachers also let me write yes.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-04

    How many appendicitis will there be if it goes on like this...

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-03

    Some people say that the teacher is the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, pointing us in the way forward; Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, watering us little saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, with his powerful body and the flowers and bones that protect us in the future.

    Teacher, I worship you, I can't say why I have this kind of admiration, looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting you left on the blackboard, but I can't measure how much mystery and hard sweat is hidden in it, I only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium, what kind of sound is that? Is it nature's clear birdsong?

    Is it the harmonious melodic sound of a classical instrument? No, it's not, it's a kind of sound from outside the world, containing the beautiful tones of the world, and it sounds deep to us, because that sound is not an ordinary sound, but a signal sound of knowledge, and when you hear this sound, you know that there is a lot of knowledge that is going to come from afar and enter the station of your wisdom brain.

    Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck who is lost in the red dust, whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home. I still remember when you first picked me up, when you changed me from a child full of innocence to a primary school student with ideals and achievements, how much you paid for us, we are enjoying our own success and enjoying our own happiness, but we can't forget the teacher, you are the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, you use your erudition to let us understand this vast and boundless world, let us see the world is big, you are like our telescope, let us see farther, see more clearly, just like mountain spring water, Clear enough to let you see underneath. Teacher, you taught us to have the courage to fight against difficulties, not to be overwhelmed by difficulties, I still remember what you often said, "If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one succeeds casually."

    Yes, success and difficulties are relative, and if there are no difficulties, how can we talk about success?

    Teacher, you are a lush leaf, you use your strong body and protect our future flowers. You are never very stubborn for you, you always silently dedicate your body, for your students, for your mission, you are willing to be a green leaf rather than a red flower, you want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world, so that the dreams of students fly higher and farther.

    Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should have pursuits, why we should have ideals, and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world, you are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-02

    If you are looking for someone to answer on your behalf, there are many pen writers or writers on the Internet who need to be paid, copying and original** are not the same, and the original one needs to be paid, it seems that you want to empty the gloves white wolf?

    If you are asking someone for help, you should have a polite language, is it appropriate to write an essay in front of the computer like no one else?

    Besides, everyone knows each other, and this is not your personal secretariat, why should others write for you according to your requirements, and why do you take the fruits of other people's labor for free and don't even have a polite word?

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