dear teacher:
this is a special day, we have presented a bouquet of flowers, gifts to the world of your peaches and plums, spectrum a ode to joy, for your eyes flicker disperse tired, for you loosen the amount of wrinkled patterns.
the singing is a blessing: teacher, happy holidays! insatiable in learning, be tireless in teaching, peaches and plums fragrance, their music is happy and harmonious. i wish you a happy holiday! not only in the teachers day today, there is a tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, tai houtian, i wish your life every day, every minutes, every second, the surface is always the same smile.
the singing is concerned about: the teacher, you worked hard! your use of sweat, nurturing the tender shoots of spring have just ground-breaking. your care is like the genial spring, warm our hearts and minds. let us protect your healthy growth, formed in the autumn fruit.
lifes journey, you shine our light of hope, eich our minds, adding to our intelligence.
thank you, teacher! i wish you healthy forever! happy! happiness!
dear teacher ,
i am writing to you to express my thanks for your help in learning english and speaking english.
during these days in your class, i have learned much from you and it is very helpful to me. firstly, you let me know what is the west thinking pattern—straight thinking pattern. and, i think, it is very important to understand the west’s thoughts. as you know, this can help me with my examination and interaction with foreigners. secondly, i have got enough confidence in speaking in english from your class and it took me a long time to gain this confidence. now, i always express my ideas in english as possible as i can. it’s great to do that. the last not the least, i find that learning english is not an boring thing as before and i’m interested in studying english which was just a necessary task to pass examinations. reading, listening or speaking all become interesting and i really enjoy it.
above all, i want to say thanks again to you. and thank you for your time.
good luck ^_^
Dear mom:
A: hello!
Mom this is my first time to write to you, so some shame.
How are you recently? Have a smooth work! How your mood these days, I have no dont care you one day.
How much I miss you, do you give me the rice, how delicious, I often dream of in the evening I went to the kitchen to steal to eat the food you do.
Mom you sit down and rest for a while! Dont be so hard to cook for us after work every day, every day we wash clothes... Every time after the meal, I want to help you wash the dishes, you say you dont have to tube chores, you just mind your own learning. Himself out of one eye, I am full of tears.
Ah! Mother I love you.
I wish you the best
Healthy body, the work is smooth.
在人的一生当中,决不可能不需要任何人的帮助,即使你出生的时候,也会有你的父母不分昼夜地照顾你,这难道不需要我们感恩吗?所以在人生中,需要感恩的人和事太多太多了,生活中根本无法离开感恩。
在一个安静而详和的夜晚,我失眠了。我脑里总是回想白天发生的事:我看见一位老人拉着他的三轮车艰难上桥墩,我二话不说,连忙停下车子,帮着老人推车。只见那车堆得像小山似的一袋袋麦子,连我帮老人推车都有些吃力,很快在我们的共同努力下,我顺利地帮老人推上桥。我刚想转头就走,去推我的自行车。
“谢谢你,小姑娘。”我突然害了羞,羞嗒嗒地说:“没关系。”就在这时,我不知被“什么玩意儿”给绊倒了,突然没了感觉。我刚准备站起来,却发现一双粗糙的手把我拉了起来,原来是刚才那位老人。我站起来掸掸身上的灰尘,发现自己的手破了。老人先是帮我掸灰,然后也发现了我的手破了。
他莫名奇妙地让我在这里别乱走。过了片刻,只见他手上拿着一瓶水和近似创口贴的东西,等到他来时,果真发现他拿的是创口贴。他亲自给我洗了伤口,虽然他的手那么粗糙,但是却那么温暖。别人看了之后,都说这家的爷爷对他的孙女真好。我和老人不由自主地笑了。好了之后,我摸了摸创口贴,好温暖啊!
那个老人准备骑着他的三轮车回家了。我情不自禁地说了一句“爷爷,你真好,谢谢你。”他冲我笑了笑,渐渐地消失在我的眼线中。因为我对他的帮助,他也帮助了我。就在顷刻间,我们从陌生人变成了他们口中的爷爷和孙女的关系。俗话说“滴水之恩,当涌泉相报”。人们都应该抱着感恩之心,世界才会变成美好的人间。想着想着,我睡着了,做了一个美梦!
Yesterday was Father's Day. I had planned to give my father a present. But I didn't remember it until in the morning.It was too late to post a card to him. So I decided to buy something. When I was in the department store. I found it was not easy for me to choose something right for him. Suddenly I
got an idea. I ran home and opened my computer. I made a beautiful card and mailed him through the Internet. then I began to make supper. When father came home, he was very glad to find a big meal on the table. then I asked him to check his e-mail. He was amazed to find a beautiful card in his e-mail-box.
What a wonderful surprise!
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