Teacher, you are a ray of cool wind in summer. Teacher, you like the flame in the warm in winter. Teacher, you like a candle, burn yourself out to give light to others. You are the gardener cultivating we become proud of flowers. You also like a boat, we load the other shore of success.
I want to thank my head teacher Shi Yunyun teacher, she is a young female teacher, she has a head of black with a yellow hair, she has a pair of bright eyes, with scythe-blade of curved eyebrows, her ears like clairaudient, who is in the loud noise such as classroom she heard him clearly, she is a very sensitive nose, and a red mouth, the teacher all kinds of clothes is very clean and the skirt is very good-looking, wearing fancy sneakers.
As the saying goes: water is to fish, the birds leave the tree, my growth path nature is inseparable from the teacher. In my study, so Im impressed with a teacher.
She has a head of curly hair, a pair of jiongjiongweishen eyes. For homework, she is very serious, for strict requirements for quality and writing, must not be any careless, on the question paper winding noodles to write neatly and orderly, in order to avoid penalty points, she is my Chinese teacher, teacher jean valjean.
The teacher looked at us every class, ran, eyes always so clear, smiling with us a lecture. Her reading voice, sometimes like a spring ding-dong, sometimes like rolling waves, call a person to hear and incomparable. Ran the teacher write a word, the rows and rows of delicate and pretty neat, asing if is a flash picture, let me enjoy.
The teacher you is our growth leading people on the road. Thanks to you for introduce us into the palace of knowledge, like a silent crutches, give mites she toddler we everybody to support the strength to climb, let we thrive in the soil of knowledge, from ignorance to civilization, from naive to mature, from the pursuit of life goals to the unconscious.
Teacher, you are very attentively, to us, we will never forget, you for we pay effort for us to become more beautiful. Have no gorgeous stage, surrounded by flowers, and chalk, is you plow plow, three feet platform, is the battlefield of your dedication. From office to the classroom, the classroom to the office, in the short and long way, day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a head of hair become white hair, you tall body is no longer tall and straight...
Thank you we each child to the palace of knowledge incomparably broad life stage.
Miss Qin is my favorite teacher.
She teaches us Chinese. She is lovely lady in her thirty-two years old. Her warm smile and black long hair are her symbols. My classmates like her very much, because she is always kind to us. In my view, she is a wise teacher. She tells us many stories to us. It seems she knows everything. Besides, she writes good articles.
She tells us if we want to write good articles, we should read books as much as we can.She always cares much about us. I think this is important for a good teacher.