In the early autumn after the summer vacation, the big cotton candy in the sky seemed to invite me to taste it. The breeze brushed my cheek, and the considerate wind dragged away Man Xiu in summer. The grass on the ground has long lost its vitality in summer, but what remains unchanged is its tenacity as always. Autumn is fruitful; In autumn, teachers sow seeds for students and play new music!
The teacher is a sculptor, carving the students' souls gently with his hands covered with chalk powder. She can be compared with Michelangelo. The teacher is a musician with a high voice, and the students are very excited, which is more inspiring than Beethoven's music; The teacher is a revolutionary. With firm belief, he reformed the four old concepts of doing nothing, having no scruples, having no dreams and having no future. She will remain in our hearts forever like Grandpa Mao.
The teacher is not related to us by blood, but treats us as children, even closer than our own children. The political teacher once told us that one of his colleagues, a teacher who thinks he is his mother, always happens to meet these two teachers when waiting for the bus every morning. In another chat, the political teacher learned that because this teacher is teaching Class 3, it is common for him to come to school early every morning to give lessons to his students. But the teacher also has a daughter in kindergarten. The girl's father goes to work earlier than her mother, and the teacher has to send the child to the school gate that is still open for half an hour, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The teacher added, I can't miss class for my daughter. More than forty people talk a little more. Teachers' salaries are not high, but they never slack off.
The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable. Since it is unforgettable, should we repay the teacher? When a student celebrated Teacher's Day for his teacher, he gave the teacher a card, which read: "I have no money and can't afford a gift for my teacher;" I don't study, and I can't surprise my teacher with impressive results; I am not good at sports, so I can't win the championship and win glory for my teacher. The only thing I can do is to be an upright person. "
It's useless to be an adult, and an adult is a national talent. We should not only strive for our future and become talented people, but also cultivate our self-cultivation and become upright people. In this way, the teacher's frowning brows will stretch and the hard heart will be out of breath.
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise, be close to and respect the teacher. Listen to the teacher's voice Are you hoarse already? Looking at the teacher's lunch, is there any chill? Touch the teacher's hand, has it melted into chalk dust? From now on, make lemon tea in summer and make hot coffee in winter.
Teacher's Day Composition 600 Words (2)
Happy birthday to you. ...
Teacher, although I don't know when your birthday is, I know that September 10 must be your birthday, because it is Teacher's Day.
Teachers are engineers of the human soul. She not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us how to cultivate our character. The teacher is a diligent gardener. In front of a blackboard, beside the three-foot platform, she worked hard to cultivate the future of the motherland and watered every budding bud with the rain and dew of knowledge.
After studying in primary school for five years, I am glad that I have met many good teachers, including respected teachers, Chen, and talented teachers such as Tang Jianneng, Wei Yijun, and Qin Zhuanglian. What impressed me the most was my first teacher, Miss Deng Lifan.
Miss Deng, she is young, beautiful and full of energy. In the first grade, Mr. Deng taught me to read carefully from the letters A, O and E. At that time, many letters were confused because I was new to Pinyin. Teacher Deng took pains to teach me to read again and again and helped me correct my mouth shape and pronunciation. Slowly, I can tell the initials and finals from reading and writing.
Later, Miss Deng found me with her keen eyes, constantly gave me opportunities, taught me to sing, tell stories, read American literature, and encouraged me to participate in various competitions, which greatly improved my comprehensive ability.
Teacher Deng is not only a good teacher who loves his job and is dedicated to his work, but also like our own sister, who takes good care of us in life. I remember once there was a blackboard competition at school. Teacher Deng asked me and some classmates to go to school on Saturday to help her make blackboard newspapers. After reading the blackboard newspaper, it suddenly rained cats and dogs, and no one could go home. At this time, Teacher Deng called every student's parents one by one and bought delicious food at once. We saw that Mr. Deng was wet by the rain, and no one knew what to say except tears in his eyes. Teacher Deng said with a smile, "Eat, little sisters, you are all grown up, don't be hungry." After dinner, the rain stopped, and Teacher Deng sent us home one by one. We will never forget the kindness of our teacher!
Today, here, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, please accept my highest salute from a young pioneer, teacher! Let me say to you with gratitude: thank you, teacher, you have worked hard! Thanksgiving heart, thank you, flowers bloom and fall, I will still cherish it. ...
Teacher's Day composition 600 words (3)
The 30th Teacher's Day in China is coming. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day, smooth work and good health!
Among my teachers, there are lively and lovely English teachers, smart and capable math teachers and severe and terrible Chinese teachers, among which my math teacher is the most unforgettable. I will never forget her kindness to my education. Our math teacher is X, in his thirties this year, neither tall nor short. She has black hair and always wears a ponytail on her back. A round face is always full of amiable smiles.
She told us how to form good habits of math and study, taught us how to recite those 200 important sentences, and told us the secret of oral arithmetic. Say the sentences first. Most students in our class think that reciting sentences is a "horrible" thing, because the sentences to be memorized contain many decimals. The teacher taught us a trick, that is, read one sentence first, and then recite one. It turns out that I can also be a "memory master", and I can't help but admire the teacher's ingenious methods. ( m.taiks.com )
For example, the secret of arithmetic is: 60 times 50=300, just consider 6 times 5=30. Adding a 0 at the end equals 300. This is also taught by teacher X.
Teacher X is a very strict and qualified teacher. After we finish our homework, the teacher will carefully correct it for us, not even letting go of a number.
There is a saying that is good; The teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, which shows us the way. The teacher is the coolest mountain spring, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice. The teacher is a lush leaf, guarding our future flowers and bones with his powerful body.
A person's life is long and short. In this long and short course, we will experience countless things and meet countless people. However, I think the most unforgettable person is the teacher who once taught us and shaped our soul and personality.
No matter what they are, they always take us from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to erudition, from immaturity to strength.
Happy holidays!