I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom, thriving in the soil of your knowledge. The deep love of the sky and the love of the earth are engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it from generation to generation. --Inscription

Seeing that it has been a year since entering junior high school, I will always inadvertently think of the teacher who spent six years in the elementary school, always remember the happy time, the sweet and bitterness of the past...

In September of the golden autumn, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, my classmates and I made an appointment to visit the teachers who had been separated for a long time at their alma mater. The junior high school building is very close to the elementary school, but I said three times to my classmates on the way, "Why haven't I arrived?" I was nervous, nervous, and impatient. Still thinking about it all night...

Seeing the teacher, my nose is sour, and I always want to cry. The teacher was taken aback at that moment. Perhaps, she never thought that the naughty children would step into the gate of this alma mater again. Perhaps she was surprised that our group of children would suddenly miraculously come in front of her, perhaps, she was still working on piles of homework. When I’m tired, we will appear in my sight, thinking it’s an illusion... I suppress the excitement and joy in my heart, and try my best not to let the tears flow down, because I have promised the teacher that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I can’t cry. Learn to be strong.

Standing in front of the teacher, my mind was blank, but there was no tension on the way just now. It was still the same as before. Standing in front of the teacher, there was never nervousness, only warmth, only care and Chunchun's teachings. I secretly saw the bright light in the teacher's eyes. She asked us about the situation in the new class in a familiar and unfamiliar tone. We were all just answering the teacher's questions, but we still couldn't remember a happy teacher's day.

The teacher's voice began to tremble a bit, she said to us as before: study hard, study hard... my tears were streaming down. We nodded vigorously. I tilted my head and saw the'classmates also burst into tears!'

The teacher also said a lot, which is not a big truth. They are the most common words. The words spit out from the teacher's mouth are always so worthwhile for me to savor.

Outside the window, the sun also reluctantly set down the mountain, the clouds dyed most of the sky, we should go. The teacher escorted us out and exhorted: "Study hard, learn hard..." I burst into tears again.

After farewell, long years, the teacher’s voice always sounded in my ears; the teacher’s figure often appeared in my mind; the teacher’s teachings were always in my heart...

The teaching is like a spring breeze, and the teacher's kindness is like the deep sea. Dear teacher, send you this golden autumn and September, and send you this most sincere blessing. I love you, young teacher; you are as handsome as a spruce, and as deep as the blue sky; you have extensive knowledge and a heart that is attuned to us.