I've known you since I babbled; When you praise me, my heart is sweet as honey; Your every word is deeply imprinted in my young mind. I am like a small sapling, nourished and cared by the sun, and grow sturdily. Your encouragement, like a mother's encouragement to her children, gives me confidence; When you criticize me, my heart seems to understand something, and quietly listen to your reasoning; When you give a lecture, I feel that you have a selfless spirit. You teach us all your knowledge without reservation, giving people a warm feeling. Dear teacher, when we grow up and are ready to go abroad, you will stare with tears in your eyes; Every night, when we are playing games and watching TV, you are painstakingly preparing lessons; You are the gardener who cultivates the leaders of 2 1 century. Of course, these new generation century masters will not be ungrateful and will not live up to your expectations. You watched us grow up. Whether we are top students or poor students, we are all your children. Mom and dad just gave birth to us and raised us. You taught us and told us how to be human. You love and care about us as much as your parents do. Your cultivation and care are indispensable in our life! ! ! ! !

Thank you. There is a kind of love, such as olives: raw, astringent, light and sweet, which can be chewed for a lifetime and never tired of eating.