Teacher, you are like a book, unpredictable and can't finish reading. You seem to be a candle burning yourself and shining the flowers of our motherland. Every time I walk past your window, you are correcting our homework. Dare to ask who does not understand the teacher's good intentions? Teacher, you are like an umbrella, gently and carefully support us. Teacher, at this moment, I just want to say "hard work" to you.
Third grade: Mo Yuhan