There is one of the greatest professions in the world, which is neither high-ranking nor easy. She is the most ordinary and the greatest. She is a teacher.
The teacher is a gardener, pruning the slanting branches beside us, so that we can grow up; the teacher is an engineer, always thinking of gathering the scattered sand into a high-rise building.
In my side, there are many such teachers: beautiful chemistry teacher, gentle and patient Chinese teacher, serious and responsible physics teacher, understanding English teacher, but I most admire the math teacher, is also our class teacher. She is very responsible. She uses all her time to give lectures to her classmates. She is not very strict, but she does her best to us. She takes care of our study and life and often urges students to do duty. The teacher also pays great attention to the cultivation of our quality. In our hearts, the teacher is a mother, loving his children; the teacher is a benevolent teacher, teaching his students; the teacher is a friend, consoling our hearts. The dedication of the teacher is selfless, she thinks that we have a good result is the best reward for her.
The teacher is a rosy glow reflecting the East, holding up hope; the teacher is a shining red candle, burning himself, illuminating others. The three foot platform is the world for you to display your talents. You guide us forward with the magic of turning stone into gold. Thank you very much, my teacher. Wish you a happy holiday!