HaiChuan Thanksgiving – Remembering Our Beloved Teachers 【Industry Area 003】

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This post was last edited by zqwqiwu123 on 2016-1-13 at 14:48. Remembering my kind teachers – Time flies by; before I know it, I have already been working for 27 years. Over these past years, whenever it was quiet at night, I would inevitably think of my teachers who had nurtured me with such care: there was the young and beautiful music teacher who was skilled in singing and dancing, the eloquent language teacher who could speak fluently, the knowledgeable and kind physics teacher, and the patient and dedicated chemistry teacher... It was they who guided me onto the path of education, a path filled with the fragrance of books. Among the teachers I often think of, the one I am most grateful for and admire is my elementary school math teacher, Zhang Caiyun. During these six years of study, Teacher Zhang cared for us like a mother, imparted knowledge to us, and taught us the principles of being a good person. Teacher Zhang enlightened my childish and ignorant mind; by the brook in my heart, she planted the first row of weeping willows, helping me understand many truths. Teacher Zhang is like a towering tree: in hot weather, she provides us with shade, and when it rains, she shields us from the wind and rain. She is our umbrella against the rain and our wall against the wind – how can I not be grateful to her? Teacher Zhang, I am the flower, and you are the gardener who nurtures me with care as I grow ； You are the ocean, and I am the shell; it is you who give me my vibrant colors ； I am the grass, and you are the sun; your sunlight nurtures me as I grow. Your gaze is a silent language, full of expectations for me ； It is the burning flame that gives me immense heat; it will remain etched in my heart for a very long time… Every day, seeing you work so hard reminds me of a poem: \"The silkworm spins silk until its death; the candle weeps wax until it turns to ash.\" ”You tirelessly opened up the treasure trove of folk literature for me, allowing me to spread my wings of imagination and fly toward the kingdom of knowledge. I can’t forget your gentle words, which washed away the dirt from my soul ； I can never forget your words, as strong as a gentle east wind, which gave me the courage to move forward. Today, in a distant place, I fold together the yesterday you gave me into a little boat of memories, letting it drift on the lake of longing in my heart. Teacher Zhang, I want to thank you for your selfless dedication to me. Thank you!