第1个回答 2015-05-01
Beloved teacher: Time flies, my junior high school life is painted in the end. Thank you for the cultivation, you like big tree, and I am but above the branches and leaves, you provide me with nutrients. In me in a low point, you like a strong rope firmly hold me. When I am happy, you often teach me not because of pride to become complacent.Thank you for the inculcation, I will not forget you!本回答被网友采纳