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Thank you for teaching me to grow.

 　　Having skipped kindergarten and gone straight to first grade, my elementary school life began. Knowing nothing, I met you, my teacher, Ms. Zhang.

　　I still remember when I first transferred to elementary school, you introduced me to the whole class. You told the students to have fun with me. You assigned me the front-row seat for people with disabilities. You started teaching me to count.

　　In first grade, I was still in the front row, but not the seat for people with disabilities. You taught us to read new words, and you even had me point to them with a stick and teach them to read. Even though I misread many words, you smiled and said, "Not bad, keep improving."

　　In second grade, I became very familiar with my classmates. In class, everyone listened attentively. Only my deskmate and I talked, and you didn't call on me. You just tapped me lightly with a book, which seemed hard, but only I knew the actual force.

　　In third grade, you said that whoever wrote a good diary entry would wear a red scarf for a day and get a hug from you. I still remember the joy of that day when you said my diary was very good, when you put the red scarf on me, and when you hugged me.

　　In fourth grade, I remember after class you took us to see the rainbow; it was the first rainbow I had ever seen. You looked up at the sky with us, showing a childlike smile, like a child with an innocent heart.

　　Teacher, do you remember that day? You told us, "I'm not feeling well, I can't teach you anymore." "I'm sorry," you said, bowing deeply. Amidst our reluctant gazes, you strode away.

　　Although you no longer teach us, you still visit us at school from time to time. I think you also miss us!

　　Every Teacher's Day, so many classmates give you flowers and blessings.

　　Whenever we write essays about the most memorable people or events, we always think of you.

　　You are like the gentle spring rain, nourishing our young hearts.

　　Looking back, I cherish my elementary school days, and even more so, I cherish my first teacher. You are like a shining piece of gold, teaching me the principles of being a good person.

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