教师节的礼物

教师节到了，同学们都纷纷地给老师送礼物，表达自己的祝福。我也想送一份礼物给老师，可是送什么呢？我一定要送点特别的才行啊，正在我思考时，我注意到了，老师讲桌上的一束快要凋谢的野菊花。“对了，我怎么没想到呢？老师不是最喜欢那爱独立的野菊花吗？我可以去野地摘呀！”我恍然大悟地想到。

下午放学后，我就背着书包朝后山飞奔。一路上，小树向我招手，花儿向我点头，鸟儿为我歌唱，我的心也不禁愉悦了起来，不一会儿，就到了野地，哇，好多，好美的野菊花呀！红的，粉的、黄的、紫的，真是五彩缤纷。我迫不及待地开始采摘，然后又选呀选，挑呀挑把最还最美的花扎成了两束，抱在害里飞快地跑合学校。

到了学校，见老师的门还开着，于是我迈着轻轻的脚步来到窗前，见老师不在，这可真是个好机会啊！于是我小心翼翼地将花放到老师的笔筒里，就在插花的同时，我想到了一件老师曾经帮助、关心我的事来：

那是一个冬天，我才8岁，有一天，我的父母不知为什么事儿吵了架。妈妈一生气，就独自一人回了娘家，爸爸也一气之下跑出了家门，家里也就只剩下年仅8岁的我了。我一急，就穿着单薄的睡衣跑出家门去找父母，可父母早已走远，根本找不着。我只好又回了家，由于我刚才出去时，受了风寒，回到家里就发起了高烧，就在这时，老师来家访见我一个在家，就二话不说，赶紧把我送进了医院，待我退烧了之后还把我带回她自己的家，煮了热腾腾的饭菜让我吃，还让我和她的女儿一起睡。过了几天后，老师还去我的家，把我的爸妈说好了。

想到这里，我的心里一阵激动，眼里一阵湿润，然后用鼻子嗅了嗅笔筒里的野菊花，啊！真香呀！

这时，一缕缕阳光从窗户照射进来，树上的鸟儿也叽叽喳喳的叫个不停，似乎在祝贺我了了自己的一桩心愿。我抬头看了看树上的小鸟，会心地笑了，然后关上窗户，一蹦一跳地走回家去了

参考翻译：

Teachers' Day is coming, and all the students are giving gifts to the teachers to express their blessings. I also want to give a gift to my teacher, but what? I must send something special. While I was thinking, I noticed that the teacher told me that a bunch of wild chrysanthemums were dying on the table. "By the way, why didn't I think of that? Isn't the teacher's favorite wild chrysanthemum that loves independence? I can go to the wild to pick it! " It dawned on me.

After school in the afternoon, I ran towards the back mountain with my schoolbag on my back. Along the way, young trees waved to me, flowers nodded to me, birds sang for me, and my heart couldn't help but feel happy. In a short time, I arrived in the wild. Wow, there are so many beautiful wild chrysanthemums! Red, pink, yellow and purple are really colorful. I can't wait to start picking, and then choose, pick and pick the most beautiful flowers and tie them into two bundles, holding them in harm's way and running quickly to the school.

When I arrived at school, I saw that the teacher's door was still open, so I came to the window with gentle steps and saw that the teacher was not there. It was a good opportunity! So I carefully put the flowers in the teacher's pen holder. While arranging flowers, I thought of something that the teacher once helped and cared about me:

It was a winter, and I was only 8 years old. One day, my parents quarreled for some reason. When my mother got angry, she went back to her mother's house alone, and my father ran out of the house in a fit of pique, leaving only me at the age of 8 at home. When I was in a hurry, I ran out of the house in my thin pajamas to find my parents, but they had already gone far away and couldn't find them. I had to go home again, because I had a cold when I went out just now, and I had a high fever when I got home. At this moment, the teacher came to visit me at home, without saying anything, and quickly sent me to the hospital. After my fever dropped, she took me back to her own home, cooked a hot meal for me to eat, and let me sleep with her daughter. A few days later, the teacher went back to my home and made an agreement with my parents.

Thought of here, my heart was excited and my eyes were wet. Then I sniffed the wild chrysanthemum in the pen holder with my nose. Ah! It smells good!

At this moment, rays of sunshine came in from the window, and the birds in the tree kept chirping, as if congratulating me on my wish. I looked up at the birds in the tree, smiled knowingly, then closed the window and skipped home