In my primary school career, you spent six wonderful years with me. In these six years, you have taught me to study, to be a man, and to have endless knowledge. ...

You pay attention to me all the time, and care about me when I am sick; When I am sad, you comfort me; You encourage me when I am lost; When I am proud, you encourage me. ...

I will never forget one thing. It was a sunny afternoon and I was playing happily on the playground. Suddenly I stepped on a stone and fell violently. My knee was cut by blood. My classmate saw it and reported the news to you. The other two students helped me back to the classroom, one left and one right. I saw you rushing into the classroom with gauze and medicine, squatting in front of me, carefully cleaning my wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, and carefully wrapping it with gauze to comfort me softly. At this time, I found deep concern in your kind eyes and thin sweat oozing from your forehead. After you send me home, ask my classmates to give me homework. Your concern for me warms my heart. I am very grateful to you.

That time, I punched my classmate (make sure the weight is not heavy, make fun of my classmates and don't get me wrong). You saw me, taught me a lesson willy-nilly, and punished me for writing a manual. I know you are teaching me how to deal with people. Since this incident, I have never had any conflicts with my classmates, because you are silently telling me to take a step back.

Not only have you always taught me to be a man, but you often help me with my studies.

I will never forget that week. It was my most painful week. I have a fever as high as 40 degrees. Upon examination, it turned out that I had gastroenteritis. Then I had injections, medicine and intravenous drip, and my condition became more and more serious ... I drank two or three Coca-Cola bottles and got five or six pinholes in my hand. Not to mention the pain, and even dragged down a lot of study. Who knows, you give up your off-duty time, regardless of fatigue, forget to rest, make up lessons for me carefully, and let me savor the main points and key points of each text until I learn you.

Teacher, your love is like a ray of gentle sunshine, which illuminates my heart and shows me the way forward; Your love is like a pool of autumn water, nourishing my heart and giving me the strength to struggle; Your love is like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain. You have given me so much love. You are my second mother.

Teacher, I want to say to you: it's good to have you in my six-year primary school career!