I want to tell the teacher that I was once a naughty and ignorant naughty boy, but now I have become a polite, sensible and knowledgeable primary school student. I have to thank my teachers for devoting their life's efforts to us. They illuminate us like bright lights, cultivate us like hard-working gardeners, and protect us like loving mothers. Teacher, do you know? How much effort you have put in! You carefully graded our homework with bright red ballpoint pens. Sometimes students forgot to bring things and came to school to pick them up. They found that all the other teachers had gone home, and only your office had the lights on. The light flashes, seeming to remind you that it's late at night and it's time to rest. When you are tired, you rub your eyes and continue to grade your homework without feeling tired at all. Your hard work is condensed in that bright red review. You have cultivated batch after batch of outstanding students. Do you remember? When you first walked into the classroom to teach us, I was attracted to you. Your clear and loud voice will always remain in my memory and echo in my ears. Your magical mouth can explain complex topics clearly. Your class was lively and interesting, and we enjoyed it with great interest. Do you remember? Every Tuesday is your busiest and most tiring day. Once, you walked into the classroom with a pale face and chapped lips. But you have a genial smile on your face. Your voice became lower and lower during class. I looked up and observed carefully, and found that your formerly shiny black hair was now mixed with dozens of white hairs. Your forehead was also covered with aging wrinkles. You looked thin. A lot. Your clear, loud voice has also become hoarse. At this time, you coughed again, which made us feel distressed. After class, you quietly left the classroom with slow steps. The classmates went to the office to look for you to grade their homework, but found that the office was empty. When we went to the concierge to inquire, we found out that you were sick in class today and are now in the hospital. Woolen cloth. At this time, some of the students were like a pot exploding, talking in all directions, and some were like ants on a hot pot, anxious. Because I still have your class in the afternoon. What should I do? We guessed that other teachers must have taken over the class. In the afternoon, the school bell rang, and the students sat in their seats waiting for the new teacher to come to class. At this time, teacher, you walked into the classroom with a smile on your face, and we were all surprised. It turns out that the teacher rushed back from the hospital in order not to delay our class. After class, you have to go back for treatment. The famous "troublemaker" in the class also behaved a lot, and was deeply influenced by your selfless dedication and selfless work spirit. Teachers need to go home and rest, their health comes first! But you often put our study first. In order to enable us to learn more knowledge and to cultivate our healthy and happy growth, you gave up everything. You taught us to love the motherland and the people; you taught us to love labor and science; you taught us the principles of life. You have opened a window of knowledge for us. What is shown in front of us is the boundless blue sky. You let us fly freely! Teacher, do you know? We are the peaches and plums planted by you yourself, and our sprouts and growth are all bathed in your sunshine and rain. You water and fertilize carefully every day - irrigating us with fertilizer of knowledge, catching insects - changing bad habits for us and allowing us to thrive. Without your contribution, we wouldn't be where we are now. I am proud and happy to have such a teacher. Teacher, I sincerely want to say thank you. We will never forget your kindness as long as we live. I will definitely live up to your expectations, study hard, and become a useful talent in building the motherland in the future. We must add glory to the teachers, the school, and the motherland!