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s to our teachers. You warm every student’s heart with your fire like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by your traction, and even your back condenses hot eyes... You are not an actor, but attract our hungry eyes。 You are not a singer, but let the spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs。 Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts. This is the real eternal existence. You are strict with us and take your actions as an example. Your advice and request. Even orders, once put forward, will require us to do it. However, they always make us convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my mind. In my mind, you are the most strict father and the most kind mother。 Your conduct and personality will always be treasured in my memory. Some people say that Shien is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and revered. I would also like to say that Shien is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. You are the charcoal fire in the severe winter, the shade in the hot summer, the stepping stone in the torrent, and the beacon light in the fog sea teacher, you teach by example, educate people well, and be willing to be a ladder of people, which is unforgettable! I am very grateful to you for your hard work in teaching, and I will bear it in mind! The ends of the earth have their limits, and only Shien will last forever. Thank you, teacher! There is such a song: “grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself.” There is a saying like this: “if you receive a drop of water, you should repay it with a spring.” Thanksgiving, each of us has a person who wants to thank. He has paid for himself, but we have not been able to do anything for him. When we think of Thanksgiving, the first thing we think of is him. Soon, Thanksgiving is ing. I want to thank a lot of people, but there is always such a person. No matter what I do, I only think of her except my parents. She is as loving as a mother, as strict as a father, and as close as a friend. She is the first teacher I met in primary school and has been my head teacher for six years. Along the way, she has loved and scolded every classmate, but what she has not is to forget her students. In my eyes, she is like my second mother. The school is my other big family, and the class is a small family, My classmates love each other. Her appearance makes me happy to go through my prima