In the morning, just before dawn, a little girl came out of her home. He had a bunch of colorful flowers in his hand. Some nameless wild flowers. These flowers were picked by the little girl after school yesterday on the hill behind her home.
After a while, the little girl went to the window of Zhou teacher's office on the first floor of the school. She stopped. See the desk calendar on the teacher's desk open, it says "October 9 teacher's Day", red words, red eye-catching. Stacks of corrected work books are neatly placed aside, with a pair of glasses and a bottle of red rock ink beside them. The little girl thought that it must be very tired for the teacher to do so many homework. Thinking of this, the little girl put the flower in her hand into the pen holder gently. Looking at this bunch of flowers, he remembered how serious the teacher was in class. She taught all she knew to the students. She was also very kind to the students, never eccentric, and worked overtime every day until very late. It's very moving to think of the little girl here. Suddenly the bell rang, and the little girl turned and ran happily to the classroom.
All of a sudden, the golden sun shone into the window. Those wild flowers have become more beautiful and colorful. Ah! The teacher is so similar to those nameless flowers! The flowers silently give their beauty to people, but our teachers give their youth and knowledge to students.