求一篇英语作文:给已回国的外籍老师的一封信(不要是网上查的)

Love teacher:
Hello.
Thanksgiving heart, grateful for you!
Who is like the light Yan wisher to spring breath? You are, you are full of a seiki!
Who is cultivated in the thorns of the wilderness? You are, always earns you!
Who is like a gentle breeze fine willow, comfort the muddled heart? Is that you, dear teacher!
Your mind is like a vast sea, you have the world love their parents, you are the world's most precious wealth -- knowledge.
Perhaps you are the embodiment of wisdom, is a cultural Messenger, filled with high responsibility and contribution, born to spread culture essence, conveying the thought nourishment.
Remember, in the moonlight, walk to your window, inside you that wandering figure. You thought the hard way, only one problem. The neat desk is a sleepy lamp, issued by the creak of the micro ring. The wind casual opened your lesson plans, reflected on the window is okay thickly words.
This is the way in teaching you to leave mark; this is your future blueprint of stroke in brandish sacred each one; this is your selfless dedication of iron according to!
The school long road, every time you give are recorded in the heart; tortuous road of life, every step you really care and care. You all the water with the knowledge of the one in early puberty heart, you use the love of his life, the warmth of a once cold lonely heart; you use the most beautiful language in the world, will be a slowly open, do you use a beautiful rainbow across our each other heart.
With your help, one heart and become more sophisticated, going to heaven and a long look, have the desire to take off; pro-yuan overlooking the fish, have a surf dream. You have given us struggle motivation, your inculcation, the essence of your knowledge and build wealth in our hearts sculpture.
You are so great, you cultivate a elite, times junjie. You use any small since the great shape, you use the consciousness of ordinary ornament beauty; your creation myth with the curved spine.
Running water in a hurry, autumn wind blown you young appearance; the merciless years, summer sun on the spine bend your Jianlang; Dongxue Jiaojiao, covering your hair then. But you "teaching" of the spirit is still alive coruscate, now as much as ever.
Passing of night, the world change; but the same is shining golden share of the emotion between teachers and students, the one with complicated feelings of gratitude.
It is well, is education of grace, is the Enlightenment of grace, is dripping springs when compared with reported shien.
It is a feeling, is the teachers are feeling, also is the friend, is that "not granted by skin, but pass by wisdom" of the "parents love".
This is a stand the test of time, to withstand the kindness of space limitations.
Even in the night, I'll never forget the hand groping in the darkness; even in life Tengda, Liqun peak overlooking the world to the sacred moment, also can not forget the tears that you sent the piece of correspondence; even in the school is not smooth but worried date, also can not forget that you always look, encourage smile.
Your every greetings, and each time the help, every care, are deeply engraved in our memories.
Even if the storm, even Huangsha rolled up, also carry away the grateful heart, the sincerity, solemn tribute!
The teacher if you see that shake the trees of the moon, it took a piece of my gratitude and my most sincere blessing: I wish you every day have accompanied by flowers, every night there are stars with a total, also wish you safe, happy in life on the road!
Yours sincerely
Salute!
Your students
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