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ng Ling Ling Ding Ling. The bell rang for the fourth class. I quickly got to my seat. Looking forward, Mr. Shang stood on the platform and said with a smile, now the teacher’s Day recitation will begin. Warm applause broke out. OK, now we want to invite the students who want to read aloud. As soon as I heard this, I raised my hands obsessively. However, the teacher only called the front students. Alas, who told me to sit in the last row. The selected students lined up in a line and proudly took the microphone to the stage to recite their poems on the platform. As soon as I saw that I had to go to the platform to recite, I had to take the microphone, and my head was sweating! The selected students finished reading. It’s time to draw lots. I thought. What should I do! If I don’t go to the podium and take the microphone, I’m ok, but if I want to go to the podium and take the microphone, I can’t! Oh, I don’t care. If you draw me, I will go up boldly! Well, the first time I drew was No. 9, not me... No, it was not me two or three times in a row. I’m a little happy and a little disappointed. I’m happy because I didn’t get it. The disappointment was that the teacher didn’t hear my poem. Then the teacher asked us all to read our own poems to the teacher. Ah! I’m so happy. I stand in my place. I recited my love for the teacher with all my strength. Unconsciously, the bell rang, always telling us in his kind words. Today is teacher’s day. We have a half day holiday. My classmates and I said to the teacher, “Happy Teacher’s day, you are lucky.”. Today is September 10, and the teacher’s day that we arrived as scheduled has finally arrived. In the afternoon, all the teachers and students of the school came to the cool playground. The most exciting moment is the awarding ceremony. You can see that the teachers walked steadily and walked onto the rostrum with a smile. The students clapped for the teachers and the teachers were immersed in happiness. I think back to the teachers who taught me in the past. For example, teacher Bai gave us a lecture, and his voice was hoarse. He didn’t drink water in class, and even his lips were dry. After class, he just drank a mouthful of water and hurried to judge our homework. Sure enough, all the teachers who have taught me have e to the stage to receive awards. I think these teachers are worthy of their reputation and deserve their reputation. After the awards, there are performances, including martial arts and guzheng... My favorite is a dance performance. Gao Chang of our class and Zhang Xin of class 4 (3) perform. Their performances are really brilliant. Their clothes are colorful, like two identical butterflies dancing in the grass. It is very beautiful! The students cheered and cheered with thunderous applause. A teacher is a candle that burns himself and illuminates others. The teacher is a spring silkworm, spitting out his last silk thread. Teachers are hardworking gardeners, nurturing us to thrive. The teacher is the kindling that ignites the students’ hearts. The teacher is a stone step, bearing the students to climb up step by step. The teacher is a ship, sending us one by one to the coast of knowledge Teacher’s Day is ing. I want to send a gift to my beloved teacher. What can I give you? Send a bunch of flowers? A little poem? No, I want to