Chapter 1: Praise the teacher's composition.
You are the brightest outside the window at night, the earliest on the road in the morning, and the most romantic on the three-foot platform. This is you-a glorious people's teacher!
As a people's teacher, you have nothing to ask but to impart knowledge to lovely students. There is nothing lovely about you, you just want to devote yourself to the cause you love. From youth to white hair, for decades, you have embarked on a beautiful life track with your loyalty to the party, the people and education!
The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your lighthouse, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever the students of the new year arrive, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduates will let you send them away with tears. Only by imparting knowledge to them can they swim in the ocean of knowledge, and only by teaching them how to be human can they make more contributions to society. You are a diligent gardener, looking forward to the flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the garden! In a small classroom, you teach them how to write their own names, and you melt the whole world into their hearts. From scratch, from now on, groups of students are downloading handsome Mercedes-Benz horses with your help!
Small chalk is your hands, depicting the blueprint in your heart. The bell in class is the horn of your charge on your journey, leaving sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for students' excellent grades, and you will patiently explain to students with poor grades. These are your children, and you can't bear to leave any of them behind. You forgot to eat and sleep for the children, you dedicated yourself to the children, and you gave your heart to them for the children. That's it, you burn yourself, that's it, you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to pay!
How many days and nights have you been awake, and how many ups and downs. Leave the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people's teacher! You will give knowledge wings to a child who is learning English, and you will educate naughty students into useful people. All the joys and sorrows, laughter and gratitude will make you sweet forever.
Many years later, when you see the classmates around you, you will hold their hands one by one with excited tears and never let go for a long time. When you see what they have learned, you will give them encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make your heart eternal.
You are so selfless and regretless, and you burn yourself so much. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work and sweat have not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am a people's teacher!
Chapter 2: Praise the teacher's composition.
Flowers thank the sun, because the sun feeds it to grow; The eagle thanks the blue sky, because the blue sky allows it to fly freely; Teacher, I thank you, because you taught me knowledge and made me grow up healthily. Teacher, you have worked hard! Composition. Teacher, as your student, I thank you for your selfless dedication to our youth.
When we are about to graduate, in order to get into a good school, you fully absorb water for us like a sponge. "Give us a small stove whenever you have time" often forces some students to study. "Behind fascism" and so on. Although Miss Li, my Chinese teacher, is a fascist in the eyes of some students, I think as a teacher, she really did it. The silkworms in spring will spin silk when they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. "Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, more pure than friendship, and your love is the greatest, most selfless and most sacred. But we don't appreciate your kindness and often give you trouble when your feelings are most fragile. At that time, your husband was ill in hospital. You could have asked for leave to stay with him in the hospital. But you chose to stay and continue to teach us and run from school to hospital every day. Finally, your husband died. You can't worry about us. Come back to us after a few days' rest. In those days, you put a lot of silver thread in your head.
Although we are only the rising sun, we should learn to release warmth and think and act with gratitude to our teachers. After all, the teacher has done too much for us. Madame Curie once said that no matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source. It should be remembered that his teacher sowed the initial seeds for their growth. Locke thinks gratitude is a kind of spiritual wealth. Rousseau also said that there is no real virtue without gratitude. "
When I returned to my alma mater at the weekend, some small changes took place in the campus during the short summer vacation. It seems that there are more silver lines on the teacher's temples. The teacher seemed very happy to see me coming, saying that our students have grown taller again, and some of them are almost beyond recognition. I bought a small gift for each of the two teachers, representing my deep blessing. All along, we only know how to take, but we don't know how to be grateful. At the moment when the 23rd Teacher's Day is coming, I want to say to all the respected teachers that you have worked hard!
Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart.
Chapter 3: Praise the teacher's composition.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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As the old saying goes, teachers are like silkworms, and wax torches turn to ashes. They devote their life to adding a little more brocade and splendor to our future road and less gloom. But I still can't feel the teacher's love for us Sometimes they criticize me, and sometimes they are very demanding of me. I was punished for being late, but that day, my opinion changed completely. That day, the teacher gave us a blackboard with crooked words, a blackboard with memories and a blackboard with heavy love. ...
Before the mid-term exam in the third grade, the biting cold wind was like a knife, and it felt like "the north wind rolled the white grass." The cold wind penetrated into my mind and woke me up from a state of being half awake and half asleep. We waited shivering for the morning class.
After a while, the door of the classroom slowly opened and Miss Chinese appeared in our field of vision. "What happened to Miss Wang?" "Huh?"
There is always an expression of disbelief on the students' faces. Teacher Wang is different from usual. The red light on his face is often replaced by pale white, and his steps are vain, as if he would fall at any time. He also brought a silver thermos. There is no doubt that Mr. Wang is very ill. She sat in front of the platform and said in a hoarse voice, "Today, we have ... Well, lesson 20, open the book ..." Those Chinese characters seem to be pushed out by force, although they are light, they can still be heard. Distressed feelings mingled with chill hit our hearts. The teacher began to write on the blackboard. The teacher stood up slowly, holding the table with his left hand, and his right hand began to jump and slide feebly on the blackboard. Gradually, there appeared a few words on the blackboard that lacked strength like an old woman, and her always delicate words disappeared. In order to make us see clearly, the teacher wrote a little harder, and his left hand kept shaking on the table. At this point, there seems to be something in my heart. I've never felt this way before. It's a bit like maternal love. ...
After class, the teacher said to us in a vague accent, "I wish you all … good grades in the exam, goodbye to your classmates …" Then the teacher paced out of the classroom.
There is still silence in the classroom. Looking at the crooked but legible words on the blackboard, we were speechless. The teacher left, but left the words on the blackboard. After a long time, no one got up to clean the blackboard as usual, and everyone sat quietly. They symbolize nothing but heavy teacher love! Although the words on this blackboard can be erased, the memory on this blackboard will always exist in our hearts and will never be erased!
In the examination room, we all work hard, and our motivation is nothing more than the memory on the blackboard, which shines on us like a bright pearl, dozens of times warmer than the warm sunshine!
Chapter four: Praise the teacher's composition.
For us students, the first task is to study. So, who is paying for our study in obscurity? Is the teacher who gets along with us day and night! In my memory, every teacher is so kind. They are always so obedient to our study and meticulous in their work. The teacher devoted his life to the podium. ...
This sacred land has enriched my life experience. Although it is not as beautiful as beautiful flowers and as pure as winter snow, it is rich and beautiful. Beautiful flowers bloom in this sacred land, so that all Hangzhou can smell this moving fragrance, thanks to this sacred land.
Teachers are sacred, great, pure and noble. Teachers have paid too much for us, working day and night and being busy day and night. Every time, when we step into disappointment, you will do your best to help us; When we succeed in everything, you will celebrate and cheer with us ... Yes, a teacher is like a gardener, working hard every day to cultivate the flowers of our motherland, in order to make us the pillars of our motherland and the pride of our motherland as soon as possible!
We went from the most basic aoe to being able to write wonderful and vivid articles; We went from the most basic 1+ 1 to being able to do 99×99, relying on the careful teaching of teachers.
Being a teacher is hard, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of red candle is short-lived, but it is eternal for her to burn herself and illuminate other people's hearts. You are great, not only to impart our scientific and cultural knowledge, but also to set a good example for us.
Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and a key to the world we have never known before. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!
Thank you-teacher, you are a person we can trust forever, and you will ask for help when you encounter difficulties in life. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.
Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties, and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts and give us guidance, insight and imagination to build our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay a good foundation, and you have done your best for our growth! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. The teacher's eyes, language and figure are deeply buried in my mind. The teacher quietly ignited others, but quietly burned himself out. Teachers guide the new generation of talents and let us learn how to learn and how to cherish life. Spin like spring silkworms and make candles to light the way. "For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to silkworms and candles. In her painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, how many flowers of the motherland have become the pillars of Kyushu Huaxia! Who knows how much sweat and tears it contains? Perhaps the teacher's white hair and wrinkles are the best witness.
I don't know when the flowers bloom, quietly, quietly, we, the successors of 2 1 century, came to this world, slowly, slowly reaching the school age, pestering my father to go to school. We will never forget how happy and happy we are for the first time in our lives. It turned out that the teacher's kind smile and gentle words played a beautiful music like a happy note, which made us crazy.
Chapter 5: Praise the teacher's composition.
As the saying goes, "A flower in a crop depends on fertilizer." We are flowers and teachers are fertilizers. She is the best and most responsible Chinese teacher I have seen in the past six years-Teacher Ouyang. She has been using her lifelong knowledge as fertilizer to nurture the flowers of our motherland and make us better.
My Chinese teacher is the most responsible teacher in the whole school. Some teachers only attend classes one day and care about other students' affairs. My Chinese teacher Ouyang is not like this. She is always thinking of us and worried about us. It is simply "worrying about the first class, but enjoying the second class."
I remember once, we did a general cleaning, and we did it. Teacher Ouyang came to check and found a lot of mud in the ditch. The mud is too hard to get out. The teacher did it himself, took a rake and pulled out the mud. The teacher also asked us to bring her drinking bucket and fill it with water to flush the ditch. No other teacher can do this.
I still deeply remember that once my classmate Ping Zeng's grandmother came to school. The teacher hoped that the cooperation at home could catch up with Ping Zeng's grades, but grandma said that Ping Zeng was a fool in front of the teacher, and his grades were like this. The teacher was very sad, and I even saw that she had been strong and left sad tears. At a class meeting, the teacher talked about it. She said that in her eyes, none of our children are stupid. Let's work together to prove to our parents that we can. Since then, teachers and classmates have enthusiastically helped Ping Zeng and Ping Zeng to listen to their teachers and study hard. Sure enough, a month later, Teacher Ping Zeng succeeded, and so did we.
Teacher Ouyang, you are a great gardener who carefully cultivated us and a great local gardener. When our fighting spirit is high, you are the pioneer, leading us to the battlefield. When we are in a trough, you are the nightingale who cured us. Teacher Ouyang, I praise you, you are the brightest star in the vast starry sky, always flashing in our hearts!
Chapter 6: Praise the teacher's composition.
Mr. Ye Shengtao once said: "The teacher just came with a heart and didn't take away half a blade of grass." From ancient times to the present, every successful person can not do without the guidance of teachers. In September, the fruits were harvested and the seeds of hope were sown, which ushered in Teacher's Day in the autumn wind. However, gratitude is essential.
The selfless dedication of "the silkworm dies, and the candle lights up at night" not only burns itself, illuminates others, but also illuminates itself, constantly learning and enriching itself. Therefore, every selfless teacher deserves everyone's praise. However, in this season of thanking teachers, I can't help thinking of you.
In September, I can't count your teachings.
"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." You don't have the sweet smile that ordinary people praise, nor the gentle words that everyone appreciates. But in my heart, your every move, every word and deed convey the warm current of love. I vaguely remember that you stood in front of the whole class and watched us copy each other's homework, and your face could not help showing anger and tension. You were silent for a while, picked up the microphone on the podium and said to us, "You are simply harming yourself by copying each other's homework like this. If you go on like this, you will be wiped out in that exam! " Suddenly, there was silence. "Bring the textbook and read it early." You whispered and walked out of the classroom. Looking at your back, I seem to see your anger and tension. However, your scolding is only for our own good. Thank you for your teaching. Thank you!
In September, I can't praise your dedication.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." You wrote "Haiyan" on your hand with chalk. You're ready. Start reciting passionately. Your cheerful voice brought us into it. Your eyes are as vivid as seeing Haiyan struggling in a storm. Then, you open the courseware prepared for us between classes. Your selfless dedication is countless, and your praise is endless. Thank you!
September can't erase your goodness.
The distance from the second floor to the eighth floor is only three years. But when I think back to the past, I can't forget your kind care and selfless dedication. Even at the last moment, you are still with us, giving us strength. When I gave you a high five, you gave me unlimited confidence, and your short "Come on" is still engraved in my heart. This is an indelible kindness. Your meticulous care is an indelible memory. Thank you!
Every teacher deserves our praise: "the grace of dripping water is rewarded when it springs." They are not only engineers of the human soul, messengers of spreading human civilization and culture, but also gardeners who cultivate talents, and they are the bright lights that illuminate the road to success and lead us to the door to success.
So, your dusty hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. Because of your selfless dedication, students can become talents, and because of your selfless dedication, the world will be so civilized. Thank you teachers!
Chapter 7: Praise the teacher's composition.
Once again, I sat in front of the window, where there were lush buttonwood leaves and green grass, and from time to time, a group of pleasant birds flew by laughing. Looking back, there used to be a piece of glass, which firmly imprisoned my mind and prevented me from releasing myself and melting into the beautiful scenery outside the window. ...
When I was a child, I was withdrawn and only liked to hide in the last corner of the classroom by the window. That was my personal world. My friends don't want to play with a partner who sounds like a mosquito and fly. I almost mumble, which makes all teachers too lazy to ask questions. "A lot of people are playing in a circle, but I am locked in a dark room of my mind, watching from a distance, and I can never get rid of the shackles. My heart is as cold as ice in the warm sunshine outside the window. " This sentence is the best portrayal of my mood at that time.
In the second grade, a new class teacher came. She teaches Chinese. In her first class, I don't know how long I was ignored by the teacher, but I was the first to be called up to answer questions. The whole class was in uproar. I froze. I even complained about why she opposed me, which put me under great pressure.
However, I got up the courage to stand up, muttered my answer, and then stole a look at her.
Her narrowed eyes seemed harmless. "What did you say, classmate? Please speak louder! "
I gritted my teeth, blushed and said it again.
Then there was a brief silence, horribly quiet. I seem to feel subtle changes in the air. I can't help it My heart is about to jump out of my chest.
"Classmate, can you speak louder?" She insisted.
All eyes were focused on me, and a heat wave rushed out of my sleeping heart. Tears welled up in my eyes. I shouted out my answer in despair.
I dare not look up, let alone look at her face. "Bang, bang, bang", followed by her applause. Give me a hand. Yes, give me a hand! She came up to me and said slowly, word for word, "You have the courage to shout out your opinion, don't you have the courage to open the window in your heart?"
I froze, my blood was frozen on my hot cheeks, and the sound that shook my ears was just a gentle shock to my heart-no, it was definitely a call! I heard the call of the window of the soul! Yes, it is this voice that broke my mental shackles; It is this voice that re-established my inner strength; It is this voice that fills my heart with confidence and hope!
Today, seven years later, I sit at the window again and look back at my growing footprints, full of confidence and sunshine. At this moment, my heart is empty, except for the word "grateful". Really, I thank the teacher who reborn me from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps, years can blur her image in my mind, and that enduring sentence has long been sublimated into the motto of my life.
I will always remember the call outside the window!
Chapter 8: Praise the teacher's composition.
Thank you for letting me understand tolerance; Thank you for letting me understand and cherish; Thank you, let me understand the mission of students; Thank you, let me understand Feng Menglong and understand that "all things must come to an end". I thought you would fight with us in the last year, but you were torn alive at the last minute. Although the past time is fleeting like fireworks, memories are also the most beautiful.
Remember, you transferred here in the second half of the first year. That morning, we felt sad and puzzled for the last Chinese teacher who left without saying goodbye. Until the moment you pushed the door in, the classroom was instantly quiet. You walked onto the podium with a smile, and your shining eyes seemed to hold the whole world. You look elegant in a beige trench coat.
After a long time, we like you more and more, like your tolerance and generosity.
I deeply remember that once in class, you came to class wearing a dress that looked like shorts and skirt. I was curious about this dress, so I quietly reached out and wanted to find out. You patted my hand gently, and I shrank back at once, and the students burst into laughter. Looking at your Gherardini cheek, I am not angry. I blushed, but you smiled and said, "It's getting worse!" I spat out my tongue and flew back to my seat. I learned from my classmates afterwards that it was rude to you, but you didn't scold me in public. You know what, teacher? At that time, your image in my heart suddenly became higher.
Time flies, but your image in my heart has never been subverted. I like your sentimentality. That day, the cold wind blew outside the window, but the room was silent because your eyes were red again. Your eyes are red. The first time, it was a naughty boy who made your eyes red; The second time, it was the students' lack of progress that made your eyes red, and this time, it was because of your mother.
Teacher, do you remember that class, that composition explanation class? You played the song "Mother by Candlelight" for us and read us a model essay describing mother. Teacher, your reading ability is not so outstanding, your voice is straightforward, there is no tone fluctuation, and even there is no pause in the sentence, but I understand that we are not as sincere as your voice. We hold our breath and look at you. Only your clear voice in the classroom, like a lullaby, is so harmonious and quiet. Your brow is wrinkled without a trace. Your eyes turned red after your voice trembled, but you tried to hold back the water mist in your eyes. Just like your character, you never shed tears easily and never give up easily. The moving and sincere voice remains as true as if you wrote this article to your mother. After reading it, you sniffed hard and then said shyly, "I miss mom, too." The students all smiled gently, and the warmth like spring breeze rippled in our hearts.
Perhaps, I am not the teacher's most proud disciple, but the teacher is my most grateful teacher, as she told me: to be a student, you must be a student with good grades.
Do you still remember that you often said to us, "The senior high school entrance examination is the most crucial exam in our life. If you don't do well in the senior high school entrance examination, there will be no key high school to admit you. If you don't have a good high school, there will be no good university, good job and good life. Maybe you have never thought about your future, asked about your choices and shouldered the mission of students, but the teacher told you that I hope you can do everything well from today and reflect your life value. " Maybe what the teacher said is complicated, but I have memorized what the teacher said. In every late night when I can't persist, I will take it out to think about it and motivate myself.
Thank you very much, teacher. Thank you for encouraging me when I was most discouraged and telling me that there is not only one road in life; Thank you for not giving up on me when I was the most headstrong, telling me the value of life and letting me take care of myself; Thank you for silently supporting me in my most difficult time, telling me that I can, I will, and you believe me.
My dear teacher Jiang, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums and spring scenery.
Chapter 9: Praise the teacher's composition
In the hearts of my classmates and me, there is a candle that will never go out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. She told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. She plays with us like a child and works for us silently like a gardener. She is our teacher.
Under your concern, you gave me endless confidence and courage! Teacher, if I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you give me the power to make waves! I wonder if you still remember what you did for me at the farewell ceremony a year ago? That was the most unforgettable thing in my life.
At that time, you were our head teacher. We didn't like you at first, because your childish character made us dissatisfied. But then we got along and found that you have been paying for us. We make you furious, make you sad, and make you cry silently for us ... On the last day of the first semester of senior one, I was sick, and the feeling of pain made me cry because of the school system.
Then take me to the hospital in person. I wanted to cry because of your concern for me. I think you are like my family. Teacher, you lit up my heart with your heart and cultivated my love with your love. Only with you can I feel the warmth of the world ... Although I am not your student, you are my teacher. When I faced failure with a lost heart, you came to me like an angel, giving me courage and hope. You brought my hurt and discouraged heart into the confident "sky", into the vast "ocean" and into the door of future success.
Teacher, I love you just as you love us. "The kindness that is dripped by people should be repaid with spring water." Your kindness to us will never be repaid! What I can do for you now is to have a good class and make you proud of me in the future. On this Teacher's Day this year, I sincerely wish you happiness and health forever, and sincerely say to you, "Thank you, teacher."
Article 10: praise the teacher's composition
Everyone has happiness, sadness, memories, admiration and worship in his heart. In my heart, there is a candle that never goes out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. Does this candle look like someone around us who deserves our admiration? He tells us the truth of being a man in class and is our good friend after class. If a student encounters a problem that he doesn't understand, he will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere." This may be what teachers often say!
How much the teacher cares about us? What about us? However, I often make him angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, letting us know the fun of reading; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy a wonderful lunch with us. You care about us like a good friend. Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words, that is-burning! Keep burning! You try your best to give us lectures, which makes the class always so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Teacher, you once said: I have to walk by myself, so I started the dream road, how many times I tried, how many times I failed, and how many times I stood up. Thank you, a good teacher in my life! Although time is short, ups and downs, but you have worked hard for us, please accept my deep gratitude and ardent love, your shadow is printed in my mind. You are a good teacher. You hold high the red candle in your hand, light the red candle in my heart, hang it over our heads, let it burn your poetry and passion, let it light your heart and journey, let it light your wit and vitality, and let it raise your persistence and love! You hold high the red candle in your hand and light up my life. You are willing to burn every inch of your body and let us get the color of life. You sublimate in the beating candlelight and rush in the bright red blood. It is precisely because you are a teacher that you have no regrets about chalk staining your temples. As long as your expectations can illuminate our way forward, you would rather turn yourself into dust, and the flat three-foot platform is your life stage.
Because of your love, you have profoundly interpreted your life. Because of your persistence, you will write down your expectations with a smile and erase your effectiveness. Because of your love, you will endure watching peaches mature and plums mature. Because of your persistence, you will choose poetry and paint all over the world. On this personalized day, I want to say to my teacher, "You have worked hard!" May you be healthier and happier in the future!
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