Dear teacher
Hello!
I'm writing to you again. It's the new year. 20xx is coming and 20xx is coming. Do you look forward to the holidays again and again, just like us? But every time we go home, we are speeding up our separation.
Forgive the students for talking about such a sad topic in this jubilant time. 20xx is the difference, it is tension, it is pressure, it is sentimental. 20xx will change a lot and take away a lot. It will take away our best three years and the time we spend together. It passed, it will never come back, leaving only memories. What is good as long as the heart is together, isn't it even more painful when the heart is together but people are not around? It also said that there was no emotion at that time, and it came true when you said that you would walk away. However, the feelings between you and us have been deeply rooted and can not be broken at all, so it is inevitable to be sad.
There is no feast that will never end. We have been together for three years. Isn't it just a gift from God? Teacher, you should believe that it is fate to meet us and good fortune to meet you. Over the past three years, we have cried and laughed together. When we have to leave, we can't help but stir up emotions. At this time, no one will feel superfluous. No one's heart is made of iron. You should know that everyone has been remembering your good, your smile and the way you stand behind the door in the past three years. Even if you are angry, you will always come to the class unconsciously and take a look at us. You are really worried.
But your worry is not in vain. Now, although some people have learned to smoke, drink and make friends, those people are still grateful to you, but they are not good at expressing themselves. In other words, Thanksgiving is like "fruit of human body". Once it blooms in three thousand years and bears fruit in four thousand years, its seeds are planted in my heart early. Although it grows slowly, it has great power when it grows.
You said that in the self-study class, we don't study hard. We look at the watch and glance at the teacher. We are so cute. But when you are looking at us, we are also looking at you. Moreover, you look up and you always frighten us.
The last excellent diary of this semester has changed. It is not happy and naive, but full of sadness and maturity. In that class, everyone was thinking of something in their hearts. It was from the heart and could not be covered up. It was the most significant excellent diary ever.
I think there is no literary talent, like every excellent diary, everyone will think hard about what to write. Even if they do, they can't write anything. But now, writing this topic, everyone has a lot to say. As long as the heart, is a good article.
Old wusky once described the scene of a year: when we came back one day and wanted to see you, you had to call the guard and tell them to let us in before we could enter the campus. Come to your class, not only you and me, but also a group of students waiting to grow up like us at that time. Looking at them, I think of myself. What happened in the New Glasgow is unfolding in front of us. However, people are not those people anymore.
It's so sad. Old wusky is great.
At noon, I have been dreaming for half a day. In the dream, we have graduated. All of a sudden, everything moves up, and the essence is condensed into a small world. It's just in the air, playing everything we've been doing for three years. When it disappeared, we all cried, and simply broke into the small world. Everything in the small world has not changed at all, that is our three years, but we can not touch it. We saw our performance at that time, so proud. I saw you and wanted to talk to you, but you ignored me. I envy myself at that time, tears stop in the eyes.
Teacher, how I wish that small world really exists! Teacher, the feelings of the past three years are not clear. I can't find any words, a sentence to describe our previous feelings, which only those of us who have experienced can understand. But everyone wants to express, cherish and grasp.
Teacher, thank you! Thank you for your meticulous care when we are ill, thank you for your restraint when we indulge, and thank you for the punishment when we make mistakes. Each of us is a piece of white paper, you can sketch everything on it. Thank you for sketching so many beautiful things, bitter and sweet, let us have a good start.
Teacher, I'm sorry, please forgive our treason. Every time we make a mistake, you will say, "or a child?" this is to comfort us, but also to comfort yourself. But we don't understand you. We always misunderstand you, blame you, get angry with you, and dislike you all day. It's not good here and there. In fact, we also know that you are indeed a good teacher.
Teacher, please forgive these children, please fall in love with these children, please remember these children These children will never forget you.
Elves
The last day of 20xx
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