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Today is Father's Day, cell phone and the arrears. The total had in mind is not very practical. Because, after all, is the father of the festival, is full of happy and full of joy. Today, how can it also is not happy with.
     I remember once, Father's Day is over. That day is particularly special. I have just finished  late  individual study , on the sixth floor of the hostel, all of a sudden does he come to that today is Father's Day. But due to busy and forget the phone calls charge. Yi Mo, the air-to-air pocket. Not only forgotten the charge calls, but also forgot to get their own living expenses. Recites a mouth is. My friend just heard. He reprimanded me that do not have the money and told you make a sound, you will be ignored. But he knows where the truth in life ah, today is Father's Day, take your money, a phone call home again. I do not owe the debt, owed a debt. External debt was borrowed your money and good things. ---- Called internal debt, which I am a father is really coming through, that is to say sorry conscience. I do not do this.
     How many years I have been guilty at heart. Ignorance of the blame me, blame that I am busy, but also strange that I am not filial ------ Sun Haibo.
     Today is a Father's Day, I have forgotten, forgotten to do, and forget the greetings of my beloved father. I confess, I am guilty of. Now or in the afternoon, I think I had time to do this, in time for Father's Day this year is about to end when I gave the most beloved father ----- blessing. I am happy that I was too excited. Now leave it to bridge to that I think fondly of the bank, go now starting. I have a dream, I get a bike, the heart that wanted to fly as far away as 6 miles away in front of the Post Bank. Also wanted on the phone in my hand right away, immediately to the father said: "The father, I love you!" Although this has been said many times before, also said that a lot of time, but I now wish to say a thousand times ten thousand Times. But the time I ranging. Oh, is the study hall at the time. I am back, I had a long sigh of gas and I'm sorry, my dear father, Wan Zixi, I would like to go. You have trouble in a far more so. This is your last year, and so on and so on, until the time flies, wait until the approaching dawn, when the Liangbinbanbai, or can not see his son, not your parents are not the son of a long-distance calls. Why? Why? Always busy in their own gradually forgotten, why can not own a bright eyes, remember the original Dream Chuxing it? I was wrong, father! Father, I was wrong, wrong, I am far, far away. Reflect on seasons, four seasons of reincarnation, which is far out of school to accompany her son at home while real time over the past few days you do? In some cases, outside the busy summer vacation to find a job, is two months in a flash, there is a school; Sometimes, these courses are too tight winter vacation, it is necessary to introduce in the coming year to learn my own knowledge, the years have not had time to go home. Sometimes you call a few hastily rushing to fight back, I go home to the New Year, that I was running about hastily, hurrying back ah. You are old father a lot more than I used to see that you like the vicissitudes of life for centuries. You have seen your son running for half a century in the foot, playing over the number of blisters covered with a number of calluses ah.
     Father, you are in the fog lights, illuminate the way forward I; father, you are running the people fetching water, which I head Dan Zhao, I Natoudanzhuo heavy fantasy; father, you are a home Juanpeng Bridge , I loaded into brilliant life; father, you are ...... I faced the computer screen, turned, tears gently from my cheek over. I would like to write down, they broke down in tears as it is ......
     Father, let me say it again, "I love you!"

Instead of teachers

     Think they have been very strong, can be back in school each day, you think of rain as the lubricant to teach, I can appreciate very much the total; think they have been very strong, can be back in school each day, you think of as As the care-giving spring breeze, the total will allow me to tears wet eyes.
     Tomorrow is Teacher's Day, dear teacher, you do better life? Disappeared for many years, you have to live happy? Looking back at school days, could not have a mind of gratitude and joy! On the podium, waving your pointer three feet, for me to point to the ideal of the Kingdom of the road. Desks, you have a guidance figure lingering softly in my ear, to spirit me. You have a life of caring, I would be grateful! It's pleasant to listen to ringtones, flirtatious look at the flowers are subject to time constraints, only my eternal blessing! Always bless you always, give me the wisdom of Stephen's teacher, I would like the blessing of green tea as you moisten the dry throat, like a candle to illuminate your office, as a fragrance of flowers sent to you!
     Dear teachers, perhaps pen and paper, not what it had stated that, but in between these two, but you spent the whole life to care, the work! Late at night, wake up from the dormitory window to see you like that light can never be extinguished also lit the lamp, would like to gently say: "The teacher, you very tired, very sleepy, stopped to rest For a while now! Even if it is also good for a while. "But you have not pile to mark the end of the operation of the students, waving to continue to proceed in the pen and write a wonderful life! Teachers, as you may Chuncan candle-like obscurity! Teacher, your back arch bridge, we loaded into a brilliant life! On that you Plowshare life and land reclamation over the years, the flowers are in full bloom everywhere in the Song of Praise presented to you: bless you, teachers! You can not hear the teachings, for me, really sorry. I have to pay for your hard work, I do not think that has been reported, I can only say "the teacher, you have worked hard!"
     Still remember it? Beloved teacher! The water campus events, as representatives of classes, classes for our water, accidentally, in a very smooth and very wet on the floor of the slip. Shuaisui glass bottles in the hands of a child, my hand was designated a full inch of the deep, a non-stop blood flow. You are strong on the back, I will be picking up. I immediately sent to the clinic to dress their wounds. In the process of cleaning the wound, you have very anxious, for every pot of red water, your heart just like a sting by whom Bite! That, I shed tears, as a strong boy, the first time I had tears! But you have told me that in all earnestness: "As a man, born down, in order to help our workers of their bones, their physical hunger, for the depletion of its chaos, able to withstand setbacks in every possible way, the sky, to be a strong The man! Man does not cry easily! You, now, a small one inch deep wound left you more than tears, National Cheng Kung University in the future how the climate! "A teacher, thank you, thank you taught me determination and firm ! Thank you for allowing me to have the unyielding character! You will always carry my heart! There is a love of the world's unique, there is a situation one can not forget that it is the teacher's love and love. It is said that the teacher you have to find his place, in fact, your coordinates only in my heart. Who else than you stand higher and see farther?
     Teacher, I remember that when you graduate waiting for my life and that the first war song: short-term teacher-student situation memorable; each other's trust, we are more like friends. In the next life on the road, I will always sincerely wish you all well after one's heart! More twists and turns of life, it is necessary to open-minded, cheerful and kind to themselves, their strong will never become an outstanding person! Teachers, because of you, the world would be so beautiful; teachers, because of you, my life would be so colorful! Doctor of human flesh wounds heal, you gave birth to the human soul! Teachers, because of you, my life was wonderful! ! Thank you! My teacher! By the pale and beautiful, superficial and profound, my journey as a result of you and sublimation.
     You use the language of planting, working with crayons, sweat and water, nourishing blood, and this is our highest respect and love of a teacher's work. Have young, really put a dream; have a happy, frequently a success; has a wealth  to have pupils everywhere . Would like to warm joy and happiness ... ... like to tell the fragrance of flowers filled with joy in your time of our favorite teachers. The teacher is willing to ship safe forever!