Thanks for the teacher's short story 1 Thanks for the teacher.

September is a poem full of affection and hope;

September is a song full of success and joy.

In this colorful and fruitful season, we have ushered in this grand festival-Teacher's Day.

Thank you teacher! You use the most beautiful and vivid language to teach us the true meaning of life and lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Thank you teacher! It is you who have inspired our hearts and corrected our direction.

Thank you teacher! It is you who let us have beautiful thoughts, firm beliefs and bravely set foot on the future.

How can seedlings bloom without hard work and careful cultivation of sweat? If the young eagle doesn't sharpen its wings in the wind and rain, how can it make great efforts to fly to the distant sky in Wan Li?

How can we forget: you told us how to be a man, polish our eyes and distinguish between black and white loyalists and traitors; It is you who led us into the treasure house of books and strolled in the grand palace of knowledge; It is you who led us to rivers, lakes and seas, and honed our will in stormy waves from childhood. It's you, dear teacher! How warm, how meticulous, how touching! Although times have changed, your teachings and help will be embedded in our hearts like a knife.

When we are wandering in the predicament of naivety and maturity, wandering on the edge of confusion and awakening, dear teacher, you will come to our side, ignite my melancholy thoughts with your full passion and blood, let me fly my courage, float my weak arms and beat my timid chest. If dedication and death are the characteristics of green leaves, then painstaking efforts and dedication are the perfect portrayal of teachers' quality.

Teacher, the figure of your desk sick book, the breeze in front of the window remembers; You study hard and remember the stars all over the sky; You go to class in a hurry, remember the campus path; Your careful teaching, your students-we will remember it.

I don't know whether autumn, winter, spring and summer painted traces of time, or whether the wind and rain wrinkled your face, but you never took credit. Although you worked hard when you were young, you are still so obscure and stick to a great and sacred cause in the ordinary.

Some people say that you are the best friend of the strong and the ideal key; Some people say that you are the cradle of success and the torch of progress. The most wonderful language in the world can't tell all your generosity and selflessness. Your teachings are affectionate!

Give me an enlightened Song Ming,

Give me a key to wisdom,

Give me a colorful dream,

Give me a white memory.

On this sacred day, I deeply thank you, our most beloved teacher!

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In a blink of an eye, the cold winter passed and the hot summer passed. What greets us is a harvest season-autumn, which is a great day-Teacher's Day. September 10 this year is the 24th Teachers' Day. Teachers have experienced various ups and downs before. Now, let's applaud the teachers!

Teacher, today, I want to say to you: "Thank you, thank you for training me in the past three years. I hope you can forgive me for what I did wrong. " In the fourth grade, I will accept your love with a new image. Now, I say "Happy Holidays" to you with gratitude! "

I remember once, I took part in a competition, and my grades were not good, so you called me to your side and patiently helped me analyze the reasons. He kept encouraging me and teaching me. I know you took the time to educate me alone in the morning for my own good, and you want me to be better. But I was too timid to shed tears.

I remember another time, our class participated in a chorus competition, and I was elected as the conductor. This was originally a happy thing, but I have been unhappy, afraid of being too lucky and too bitter. And you always taught me patiently, and helped me comb my hair and tidy my clothes during the game. I was busy all day. Finally, my voice was hurt.

Ah! Teacher, your love is like a ray of sunshine, warming my heart; Like the stars in the sky, they light up the road ahead of me; like ...

Teacher, this Teacher's Day, let the string of stars with my gratitude to you accompany you, sing your moving voice and erase the sadness on your face. Let those greeting cards bring you endless blessings and wish you eternal youth.

Someone said, "I hate my life and I have to make some changes." What these people want to change is their ungrateful hearts. If we don't know how to appreciate what I have, then it's hard for us to get more. Even if we get what we want, we won't really enjoy it.

Gratitude is a philosophy of life and great wisdom of life. Life in this world can't be smooth sailing. All kinds of failures and helplessness need us to face bravely and deal with them with an open mind. At this time, do you complain about life blindly and become depressed from now on? Or be grateful for life and get up after falling? British writer Thackeray said: "Life is a mirror. You laugh, and it laughs. " If you cry, it will cry. "Gratitude is a way of singing about life, which comes from love and hope for life.

Thanksgiving teacher's short story 3. An Italian female explorer crossed the Taklimakan desert alone. When she walked out of the desert, she knelt down facing the desert and was silent for a long time. A reporter asked why, and he said sincerely, "I don't think I conquered the desert. I am thanking Taklimakan for letting me pass." Indeed, everything about human beings is endowed by nature. For this world, human beings cannot have the ability to conquer it. On the contrary, what human beings need is to have a grateful heart, so that human beings can inherit it endlessly.

Teacher Thanksgiving's short story 4 Confucius led his students around the world and got stuck on the way to Cai Guo, Chen Guohe, and didn't eat a meal for several days. Kong couldn't bear it, so he had to lie down and sleep in broad daylight, trying to forget his hunger. Yan Hui, the great disciple of Confucius, was sad to see his teacher hungry. He thought, how can the teacher stand such torture when he is old? I don't want to do anything. I'm afraid there will be danger. Yan Hui was at his wit's end and had to beg. This time, it is really endless. I met a kind old woman and gave her some white rice. Yan Hui happily took the rice back, quickly poured it into the pot, and chopped wood to make a fire. Soon, the rice was cooked.

Confucius woke up at this moment and suddenly smelled a fragrant rice fragrance. He felt very strange and got up and looked around. Just walked out of the gate. I saw Yan Hui grab a handful of rice from the pot and send it to his mouth. Confucius was both happy and angry: happy to have food; Angry is that Yan Hui was so rude that the teacher didn't eat, but he ate first. After a while, Yan Hui respectfully brought a big bowl of delicious, hot white rice and said to Confucius, "Fortunately, I met a kind-hearted person who gave me rice today. Now the meal is ready, please ask the teacher to eat first. " Unexpectedly, Confucius suddenly stood up and said, "I saw my dead father in my sleep just now." Let me use this bowl of white rice to pay homage to his old man. " Yan Hui snatched the bowl of rice back and said, "No! No way! This rice is not clean and can't be used as a memorial! " Confucius asked doubtfully, "Why is it not clean?" Yan Hui replied, "I accidentally dropped a piece of charcoal ash on it when I was cooking just now. I feel embarrassed. It's a pity to dump it, but I can't give the dirty rice to the teacher! Later, I caught the rice stained with charcoal ash and ate it. How can this kind of rice with charcoal ash be a memorial service? " After listening to Yan Hui's words, Confucius suddenly realized that he had cleared up his misunderstanding of Yan Hui and deeply felt that this disciple was a man of virtue.

My first teacher was a beggar. Once, I got lost in the mountains and found it was too late to find shelter from the rain. In the dark, I walked on a rugged mountain road and met a beggar. I asked him where I could spend the night. The beggar said to me, "This is a wilderness. There are no people for miles in Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. If you want to live with beggars, you can go with me So I went with him for a month. Every morning, I go begging with him The life of a beggar is uncertain. He often has no appetite and no place to live, but he is always happy and never disappointed. Before going to bed every night, he always said to me, "Thank God for his help. I believe tomorrow will be better. "

Day after day, year after year, I persist in meditation and hard work. My life, like that beggar, is often in trouble. So I began to feel desperate, lost confidence and even gave up my homework. Every time I think of that beggar, I think of what he said to me every night: "Thank God for his kindness, I believe tomorrow will be better."

"My second teacher is a dog. One day, I came to the river because I was thirsty. By chance, a dog came to the river to drink water. The dog looked into the water and suddenly found a dog in the water-its own reflection. The dog panicked and barked and ran away. But thirsty, the dog had to go back to the river. Although he was very scared, he jumped into the water and the dog disappeared at once. Then I realized that this was a revelation from God: although you will feel scared, you must jump into the water.

Thanks for the teacher's short story. Madame Curie is a Polish and the most famous female scientist in the world. She won the Nobel Prize twice and is known as the "mother of radium". While she has made great achievements and is admired by the world, the first thing that comes to her mind is the Ouban teacher who taught French as a child, because Madame Curie deeply understands that without the careful and strict teaching of the teacher, she could not have made such great achievements.

On this day, Mr. Oban received a letter from Marie Curie. Mr. orban can't accept it. He thinks the post office is mistaken! Because Madame Curie is already a great scientist praised all over the world, how can she write to an old, poor and unknown rural teacher? Mr. Oban waved his hand at the postman again and again and said, "Sir, you must be mistaken. I can't get a letter from this celebrity! " It was not until the sender was quite sure that the recipient was right that she opened the envelope with trembling hands.

Mr. orban thinks it's incredible! She put on reading glasses trembling, opened the letter and read it carefully. Tears welled up in her eyes when she read it. It turns out that the author is Maria, who has been the first little girl in her class for twenty years. In her letter, Madame Curie paid deep respect to Mr. Oban, told her that she had been engaged in scientific research in France, and sincerely invited her to visit Paris. Careful Madame Curie also sent round-trip fares together. After reading the letter, Auban sat in a chair, and tears blurred her eyes. Lovely and hardworking little Maria appeared in front of her many years ago. Mr. Oban murmured, "I have taught such a great scientist."

Soon after, the teachers and students met again after a long separation, and Madame Curie warmly received her childhood teacher, Ms. Ou Ban, at home. She cooks in the kitchen by herself and toasts the teacher. After dinner, I sat next to the teacher and had a cordial talk. She made Mr. Oban forget all the constraints. She was in front of a Nobel Prize winner.

In May 2008, Warsaw Radium Research Institute was established. As a patron, Madame Curie happily accepted the invitation of the motherland and attended the opening ceremony in Warsaw. On this day, many celebrities from all over the world gathered around Madame Curie. Among them are the king and queen, fans from many countries, the most famous scientists in various fields, and relatives and friends of Madame Curie.

When the opening ceremony was about to begin, regardless of everyone, Madame Curie suddenly stepped down from the podium and walked through the crowd with flowers in her hand to an elderly woman in a wheelchair. Madame Curie kissed her affectionately and gently pushed the wheelchair onto the rostrum. Back on the stage, Madame Curie introduced that this old man was Ou Ban's childhood teacher. Seeing this scene, everyone in the meeting place cast envious eyes on the teachers and students, and all stood up and applauded warmly. The 80-year-old man's face is full of tears of excitement and happiness. After her students became world celebrities, they still loved and respected her so much.

Thanksgiving teacher's short story 7 "My third teacher is a child. One night, I met a little boy with a lighted candle in his hand in a small town. He is going to the temple to offer candles. I said to the little boy, "Did you light the candle yourself? The child replied, "Yes, sir." "I asked him again," when it is lit, the candle will glow, but before it is lit, the candle will not glow. "Can you tell me where this lamp came from? The little boy giggled and didn't rush to answer. Instead, I blew out the candle in one breath and then asked me, "Look, I blew out the candle now. "Can you tell me where the light of the candle went? Let my self-esteem for profound knowledge disappear immediately. At that moment, I really felt ignorant, shallow and stupid.

In fact, human beings are short-lived teachers, but this does not mean that we have no chance to learn that everything in the world is our teacher. Learning is a way of life, but it is natural for a teacher to become a teacher. Clouds in the sky, trees on the ground and everything in nature can be our teachers.

If the teacher is a swimming pool, you can learn to swim here. Once you learn to swim, the whole ocean is yours.

I was fourteen years old and in the third grade of junior high school. Teacher's Day that year was Monday. I was afraid of being late, so I arrived at school early in the morning. The day in the northwest slowly dawned, and the fog was particularly heavy that day. From a distance, I saw a large crowd around the school gate. Naturally, I was interested in watching it, so I immediately stepped up my pace and trotted over. The students have surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and I stand on tiptoe again, vaguely. The tall man of about twenty years old stood there, silent and ashamed. The short man is about my age, very thin, and looks at everyone timidly. The students around me chattered and soon understood what was going on. It turns out that they came here on Saturday and said they wanted to find the person in charge of the school, but the doorman wouldn't let them in. I didn't expect to find them crowded at the school gate this morning. It seems that they have been here for two days. The doorman felt sorry for them, so he went to the school security room. Soon the people from the security room came and took them away, and the students cried with a coax.

Someone got the exact news when doing morning exercises. It turns out that they are two teachers in a primary school! They came down the mountain to buy textbooks.

How is that possible?

"How is that possible? The school transferred several senior students to help move tables and chairs. " Those PHS said.

Carrying tables and chairs?

We know that the conditions in mountainous areas are very difficult, and there are almost no schools. They come from the foot of Guanshan Mountain dozens of miles away, surnamed Wang, and they are brothers. Let's call them King and Xiao Wang. There used to be no school there. In the past, several educated youths jumped the queue there, once opened a classroom and brought some teaching materials to teach children in the mountains. There are about dozens of students. Mr. Wang used to be an educated youth student. Later, when the educated youth returned to the city, Mr. Wang took on the task of teaching and insisted on teaching children in the mountains. Later, my brother gradually began to help him teach junior students. The textbooks brought by educated youth have been used for many years. I heard that the textbook has been changed. Teacher Wang decided to use the saved money to go down the mountain to buy new textbooks for the children. However, on the first day of his departure, a strong wind blew away the desks and desktops in the classroom. The so-called desk is actually a few boards fixed on stones at both ends with ropes, and students can only stand and listen. Teacher Wang came from the mountains with his younger brother carrying three days' dry food. After buying a new book in the bookstore, he was afraid of getting wet in the fog and sealed it layer by layer. Passing by the front of No.1 Middle School, I saw that the school was very imposing, so I wanted to find the principal and help them move some old desks, books and homework. They haven't eaten all day and night. The money was used to buy books, bought a box of cheap cigarettes and handed it to the headmaster with a wry smile. The headmaster stopped them very severely.

They stood in the corridor, looking at the slogan posted by the school: Happy Teachers' Day, and their eyes widened in surprise because they had never heard of this festival.

Later, we had many questions about the head teacher: Why didn't they go to the Education Bureau for help?

The head teacher said, "They are a school that is not being edited. The Education Bureau has not filed a record and there is no way to allocate funds. " In other words: King and Miss Wang are purely voluntary! However, they waded through mountains and rivers without complaint. They are deeply grateful for the desks and chairs, extracurricular books and exercise books sponsored by our school. Later, our school sent a car to deliver support. However, due to the steep mountain road, they had to give up their aid, but carried everything with heavy burdens over and over again. Because they carry responsibility and hope. Later, someone went to the school that can't be called a school, only to find a five-star red flag made of silk sheets floating in front of the dilapidated classroom!

Since then, our school has sent several teachers and students to teach every year, and the next year, they almost ranked behind me. However, they had to give up because of the senior high school entrance examination. Mr. Wang went to No.1 Middle School to attend middle school after he finished the primary school course by himself. He studied very hard and got very good grades.

In my second year of college, I also heard the story about them: Mr. Wang was admitted to Northern Agricultural University (Northwest Normal University), but just before school started, Mr. Wang accidentally fell off a cliff and hurt his leg because he sent his students home too late in the dark. Teacher Wang hesitated for a long time, and finally tore up the admission notice and stayed in the mountains forever to be an out-of-box primary school teacher. I don't know whether to transfer to a private school now. Many years later, I came to my hometown of Shandong. Stories about the northwest often appear in my dreams. Every year on Teachers' Day, I can't help but think of the two ordinary teachers who curled up at the gate of middle school many years ago, such as Mr. Wang's thin body and his timid eyes. However, I never heard from them again.

This is a poem I have heard. I don't know who the author is. Perhaps it was written by Teacher Wang:

Every day without you

Can imagine

Every day without you

There is no hope.

Desperate

There is no electricity.

The days with you

Can imagine

The days with you

There is hope.

be full of hopes

Have power.

9 Grateful teacher's short story Zi Gong is the greatest achievement of Confucius' wandering abroad 14 years, and it is also the "confidential secretary" of Confucius in his later years. If Yan Yuan is a "perfect version of Confucius" and the embodiment of Confucius spirit, then Zi Gong is a successful representative of "practical version of Confucius".

The ancients in China said that a gentleman has virtue, makes contributions and makes decisions. Zigong is impeccable in these three aspects, especially in making contributions. Sima Qian said, "As soon as Zi Gong came out, Lu rescued, qi chaotic, Wu broken, Jin strong, and the more you died. Zi Gong broke the situation, and the five countries changed in ten years. "Always with Lu Wei, the family is a daughter", just like the ancestors of Su Qin and Zhang Yi at the end of the Warring States Period. After the death of Confucius, Zi Gong became a natural "big brother". Others have been mourning for three years, but Zigong has been guarding the tomb for six years. Zi Gong has a proud temperament, but with a humble attitude, he learned the essence of knowledge from the teacher. Zi Gong is the least sour and bookish of all Confucius disciples. Zi Gong, who had something to say, failed after his death. On the contrary, Ceng Zi, who had a little disdain for Confucius, became the bearer of Confucius' mantle.

Matthew Henry is a famous biblical scholar. He was once robbed of his wallet by a robber. He wrote these points in his diary: "I am grateful, first, because I have never been shot;" Second, because although they took my wallet, they didn't take my life; Third, because although they took part of my money, it was not much; Fourth, because I was robbed, not because I robbed someone. "This example tells us that no matter how bad the environment is, as long as we look on the bright side, we will certainly find reasons to be grateful.

Thanks to the teacher's short story 1 1 Premier Zhou did not forget the kindness of the teacher 1952. In February, Zhang Bozen, the old president of Nankai University, died of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou attended funeral committee and sent a wreath. The elegiac couplet reads: "Teacher Zhang Bocen is eternal, and student Zhou Enlai is respectful."

After Zhang Bocen's death, Premier Zhou has been thinking about the life of the Zhang family. During the natural disaster, Premier Zhou gave his shopping card to Mrs. Zhang Bocen, and sent someone to send Mrs. Zhang 500 yuan money, and told the Communications Office to pay more attention to the life of Mrs. Zhang and her children.

After winning the Nobel Prize, Li Zhengdao wrote a letter to his teacher. The full text is as follows:

Master, your suggestion:

According to the scientific and technological circles, Yang Zhenning and I won the 1957 Nobel Prize in Physics. I have felt a lot since then. On the one hand, of course, I feel it is an honor, but on the other hand, I deeply feel that my common sense is limited, and I hope to continue my efforts in the future.

Most of my achievements now come from your teaching in Kunming. If you hadn't given me this opportunity for 46 years, I wouldn't have been as brilliant as I am today.

Zheng Sheng avenue

As a world-famous scientist, Li Zhengdao is quite different from his collaborators in life attitude and value orientation. He is a very noble person, and he is also a person who thinks about the source of drinking water. To be a man, you must drink water and think of your source.

Thanks to the teacher's short story 13 After Hawking gave an academic report, a female reporter boarded the rostrum. After expressing her admiration, she suddenly asked sharply, "Mr. Hawking, Luger's disease has fixed you in a wheelchair forever." Don't you think fate has cost you a lot? " The audience was silent. Hawking still smiled, tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and a sentence appeared on the screen: "I have the ideal I have been pursuing, my relatives and friends, and by the way, I still have a grateful heart." The audience applauded constantly. Life is a miracle, and having life is a blessing.

Gratitude teacher's short story 14 You see a dog catching a cold, put warm cotton wool on it. After lying in cotton wool, it will look at you for a long time. It can't speak, and it can only express its gratitude in this way. You see a bird hurt, take it out of the cat's mouth, treat its wound with medicine, give it food, and then put it back into the forest. It flies to the treetops and will come back to see you. It can't talk, so it can only remember your help in this way.

Animals are still very grateful for the help of others. Shouldn't humans also have a grateful heart? Dogs and birds will stare at you for a long time to thank you, but this moment will soon pass; They may forget you soon. But with this moment, the world is no longer the original world, grateful eyes disappeared, but gratitude scattered in the world, the world is warm and kind. So we should cultivate this kind of feeling between people.

Teacher Thanksgiving's Short Story 15 Vietnamese Cobb fled to Tunxi to avoid the mutiny disaster. Wandering under Tianmu Mountain, he and his wife spent the night under an extremely lush tree. The next morning, Koubuwei raised his axe to cut branches for firewood. His wife stopped him and said, "Thanks to it, we can survive. We should appreciate it as much as we admire our loving mother. "