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Anonymous users2024-02-13Teacher, three years have passed quietly. Maybe I've given you a headache, maybe I've made you worry, maybe I've made you comfortable, maybe I've made you proud......No matter what, you will always be my beloved teacher. You may not remember me, but I will always remember your teachings.
Time flies, and when we break up, I know how deep our teacher-student relationship is, and I believe that our friendship in the past three years can be condensed into a cup of tea to help us expel what we have in our hearts. , I believe that our friendship can exist in our hearts, will not disappear because of time, the sea memory confidant, if the end of the world is next to each other, although we will be scattered at the ends of the earth in the future, I believe that our friendship, like a bright pearl, illuminates our hearts!
Teachers are the spark that ignites the fire in the hearts of students; Teachers are stone steps, bearing the students' step-by-step upward climbing.
You are like a candle, though weak, but it has a bit of heat, a bit of light, illuminates others, and depletes itself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as pleasant as a mountain spring, as kind as a babbling stream, and as agitated as a rushing river......
The spring silkworm has never said anything to boast of in its life, and the silver filament it spits out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum is the highest evaluation of you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and purest in the world.
The preciousness of fireflies lies in using the lamp hanging at the back of the tail to shine on others; Your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who sowed the rain and dew on the earth? Who is the one who nurtures the seedlings? It's you, Teacher, that you're a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your effort, which one does not have your smile!
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Anonymous users2024-02-12I will forever miss the wonderful time I spent with my teachers.
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Anonymous users2024-02-11I will always miss the wonderful time I spent next to my teacher. I don't know if it's right
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Anonymous users2024-02-10Well, it feels good, you see.
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Anonymous users2024-02-09Pass the degree.
Don't blame me for being wrong)
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Anonymous users2024-02-08The days with you were warm because something made me less talkative, and every time I hid in the corner and cried, it was you who pulled me up and asked me what was wrong? Caring for me, I see all this.
It's better to miss each other than to see each other, how should you weigh the number of times you see each other in love? In fact, it is a very important thing, if you are tired of being with a person for a long time, in fact, everyone will be deeply disgusted, because there is a good saying, together for a long time, you must be divided, so at this time, how do you control? The number of times you meet directly is very important and very crucial, so let's take a look! >>>More
We are always nostalgic for the past, but we don't know that the little things in our lives now will also become memories in the future. Regret is the most useless, but nostalgia is different, whether the past is good or bad, it is warm to recall. Don't dwell on the memories of the past, look at the present and the future to be real. >>>More
He Jie. You walk down the street with thin psalms.
Too late to recite and disappear. >>>More
Definitely, the teacher will often miss the previous students in the months after graduation, especially the students with special talents, learn well, the obedient teacher will not forget for a long time, when the new students come to the school, they are not very adaptable, the teacher is not used to the students, the students are not used to the teacher, after a period of time, slowly the students adapt to the environment, the students adapt to the teacher, and the teacher slowly accepts the students.
Nostalgia....I miss the free elementary school life; I miss the way I walked every time I went to and from school; I miss the singing of the school when I was in school; I miss the enchanting twilight I saw when I walked out of the campus after school; I miss the scene of chasing and fighting on campus in elementary school...There are so many things to miss...Sometimes, I really think that I can turn back the clock, but this is just the imagination of a middle school student. I don't want to be nostalgic, and nostalgia will only be more nostalgic. I want to learn to forget, but I can't erase it from my mind. >>>More