Teacher, there are too many metaphors for you. Some people say that the teacher is like a bright light, guiding us in the right direction when we are confused; some people say that the teacher is the most cool mountain spring in the mountain stream, watering our young trees with fragrant dew, but I think you are like a candle, burning yourself, illuminating us.
Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I've been from grade one to grade six. I've been your student for six years. Under your guidance, I've achieved excellent results and grew up healthily. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to express my deep respect to you. I remember when I was in first grade, I was scared of everything. I remember that once in a Chinese class, you came in and said to the students, "now, I invite four students to read the first paragraph of the first lesson.
”I thought you wouldn't call me, but I didn't expect you to call me first. At that time, my heart was afraid and nervous, for fear that I could not read well. But with your encouragement, I summoned up my courage and finished reading with happy feelings. After reading, I looked up and heard you say, "very well read." When I heard that, I was very grateful to you. Teacher, how do you look like sunshine and rain. You use the most brilliant sunshine, with sweet rain and dew to moisten our hearts. "Spring silkworms weave silk threads, and dew breeds new seedlings." I think it's good to be your student.