Give me an essay about love or affection or concern or my teacher in about 450 words 5

When I say the word "thank you", I think of the song "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window". "The stars are shining quietly in the middle of the night, the teacher's room is bright all night, whenever I gently walk in front of your window, the bright light shines on my heart, ah whenever I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs ...... heart”

When I say the word "thank you", I think of the song "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window". "The stars are shining quietly in the middle of the night, the teacher's room is bright all night, whenever I gently walk in front of your window, the bright light shines on my heart, ah whenever I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs ...... heart"Without sunlight, there is no growth of all things; Without rain and dew, there will be no fragrance of flowers; Without parents, there would be no life; But without the teachings of our teachers, there would be no progress and growth for us, so I would like to thank my teachers. Teacher, I thank you!

You burn yourself silently with a candle and show us the way in the vast sea of learning. Thank you, teacher, you are like a grass, unpretentious, and silently dedicated. Thank you, teacher, you are like the sun, let every seed sprout its own life.

Silent dedication, if there is no mulberry character, where does the spirit of spring silkworms come from. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a diligent gardener, carefully nurturing the flowers of the motherland so that they thrive.

Teacher, I thank you, you are like a golden key that leads us to the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you, you are like spring rain, sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a street lamp, illuminating us to move forward bravely.

Teacher, I thank you for being like a boatman who pulled us across the rapids. Teacher, I thank you for warming people's hearts like firelight, and your words as soft as a drizzle of rain penetrate my heart and nourish my heart. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the sea, we are a small fish, she massages us with thin waves, let us grow up in this ocean of knowledge.

The teacher is you who have raised us from an ignorant child to a well-rounded student, and how much hard work and sweat the teacher has condensed here! Without you, we wouldn't have progressed. Teacher, it is you who give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome, and let us move forward bravely.

The teacher's love is like a spring breeze, gently blowing green the wasteland of our knowledge. The teacher's love is like a drizzle, sweetly nourishing our young hearts. The teacher's love is an umbrella that shelters us from the wind and rain and cares for our immature hearts.

Teacher, we see your selfless dedication, we keep you in mind without asking for anything in return, and you have built a great wall of faith for us with your lifelong youth and blood!

Once, when I was talking to my classmates during class time, I didn't listen to what was being said. So the homework was a mess. After class, I was called to the office by the teacher and reprimanded.

It was the first time in my life that I was criticized by a teacher, and I felt very uncomfortable. He bowed his head deeply, and there were tears in his eyes. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the teacher's kind face, and her eyes were red.

I felt even more uncomfortable, but I knew deep down that the teacher was unwilling and uncomfortable. This is a kind of love for me from my teachers and a care for my path to success. Thinking about it, the discomfort in my heart slowly dissolved, and the tears in my mouth disappeared, and I was silently happy in my heart, because the teacher loved me and cared about me.

Another time, I was stumped by a problem in math class. The teacher seemed to see my confusion, walked straight to me, and said kindly, "If you think about it, if you think about it, if you think about it, if you think of it as an integer .......""I picked up the pen and made it in a few moments.

It's a blessing to have a teacher," I said. At this moment, I am as sweet as honey. Because I know it's the teacher's love.

At this moment, the things around us seem to have become more beautiful and more brilliant.

Dear teacher, you are an inexhaustible wax in our hearts. You hold a sacred duty in our hearts, and we are grateful to you! The teacher's love is like a gentle drizzle, quietly, quietly, and slowly moistening my heart and making my heart more perfect.