No matter in study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a small series of essays (22 selected) about grateful teachers. Welcome to read the collection.
Grateful teacher composition 1
Grateful composition, thank you, accompany me all my life, flowers bloom and fall? The stars are scattered, and this life remains the same. Whenever I mention these old things, I will read a grateful composition in my mind. It let me know that with gratitude, there is a season of flowers and a song of flowers falling. At this moment, I have recorded these compositions about teachers in my gratitude composition. Thank you for staying with me all my life. The stars are scattered, and this life remains the same. Whenever I mention these old things, I will read a grateful composition in my mind. It let me know that with gratitude, there will be a season of flowers and a song of falling flowers. At this moment, I wrote these compositions about teachers in my composition, which also gave me an educational development. I am grateful that it will accompany me all my life, just like my only friend.
When I was 4 years old, my mother took me to the kindergarten to register. At this moment, I shivered. Strange kindergartens make me shy, and high stairs make me nervous. When it was time for class, the female teacher looked at me with a smile. Therefore, I am very shy. Without saying anything, I quietly hid behind my mother, and the female teacher spoke. Every child in the class is like this, and so was I when I was a child. It doesn't matter. Maybe I won't be afraid when I get familiar with it. My mother dragged me away. I was very nervous and ran to my mother to ask curiously. Mom, is every child nervous when he comes for the first time? Mom said firmly,' That's natural, wasn't it the same when mom was a child? Tomorrow is your first time in kindergarten. Be good! "From the first time I came here, I cried. I stopped crying when I came to this kindergarten the next day, but I felt a little familiar.
When I was 8 years old, I went to the first grade. Although I was still a stranger at that time, I didn't care about those old things, and I was still in kindergarten, my mother reminded me. This day is very important, but there is an exam in senior one. I nodded and said, "I see. The next morning, I left school happily and met Dai, who was very tall. However, I didn't know my classmate's name from the first grade, but I knew it after a long time. In class, the head teacher said to us, "This classmate's handwriting is really good, but I didn't expect it was written for me. I smiled, but I can't be proud. "I was praised by the kindergarten teacher when I was four years old. I ran to the office and the teacher asked me to introduce myself. I said it completely, and she smiled.
Then, I gradually went to the second grade. At that time, I was 9 years old, and my teacher was still like that, because I was always grateful to her. Once again, she took us to the playground and was called by the PE teacher. He told us to run 1 lap, and I ran quickly. The girl who looks like a woman, I left a sweat all over, and finally ran faster than her. She quickly ran ahead of me again, but I didn't. After that, my clothes were almost soaked, because I had no strength. Seeing my general weakness, the teacher said to me, "Are you all right? Why do you try your best? " "I told the class teacher what I said in my heart, she said; So don't give up, I support you! I walked back to the classroom and saw two classmates quarreling. I said; You should listen to the teacher. Don't quarrel between classmates. '
In the third grade, I was 10 years old, but once, the teacher came and said, "Your grades are not very good recently, so you must cheer up." "Hearing this sentence, I was silent for a long time. After a long time, I finally spoke. I said hesitantly,' teacher, I'm sorry, I'll refuel. I unconsciously left a tear. The teacher said nothing but hugged me. In her heart, I must know that I will refuel.
Grateful teacher composition 2
From thirsty teenagers to adults, from laymen to professionals, from the knotting of human ropes to the advent of the information age, the role of teachers has always run through the whole process of the development history of human civilization.
People agree that the development of society depends on education and the development of education depends on teachers. The teacher's silent cultivation has brought the vitality of human civilization. We have every reason to pay tribute to our teacher.
It is the teacher's profound knowledge that makes students feel civilization and hope; Is the teacher's broad mind, let everyone know tolerance and forbearance; It is the teacher's charitable eyes that make you strong from cowardice. When students are frustrated by setbacks, it is the teacher who sows hope in your hearts; When you are successful and smooth sailing, timely is the prescription of "pride goes before a fall" prescribed by the teacher. The teacher always laughs and makes everyone full of strength. Even the occasional angry eyes make you feel kind and hopeful. How great the teacher is. Some people compare the teacher to water, saying that she moistens a seedling; Some people compare the teacher to a candle, saying that she burns herself and illuminates others; Others compare the teacher to a hardworking gardener, saying that she has carefully watered the flowers of your motherland with her life's hard work. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, the teacher is sweating like rain, and the teacher is always full of enthusiasm and guides you to keep moving forward. In the future, whether you become a tall and straight tree or a low shrub, you should pay tribute to your teacher all your life. Here, for those students who don't respect their teachers, you should reflect on yourself and send the most sincere wishes and thanks to the teachers.
Teacher love is like a trickle. Although silent, it can nourish the dry heart. It is ordinary, but it breeds amazing greatness in the ordinary! Sometimes, teacher's love is a specific medicine that can save the dying soul; Sometimes, teacher's love is a guiding light on the ocean of life, guiding us out of our own way and following the light. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." Who can be called heavy teacher's love, and who can really repay it?
Thanks teacher, we don't need to do anything earth-shattering.
In class, a firm look and a gentle nod prove your devotion, and you are listening attentively, which is gratitude; After class, I saw the teacher in the corridor with a faint smile and a polite "hello teacher", which is also gratitude; After school, waving to the teacher and saying "goodbye to the teacher" is still gratitude to the teacher.
Don't boil these down to trivial matters, and don't despise these little things around you. Because behind this little thing is your respect and affirmation for the teacher. Everyone wants to be respected and recognized by others, just like you and me, not to mention the gardener who worked hard with his own sweat and sprinkled it on the education garden.
Let's, in the examination room, take exams seriously, answer questions seriously, and be disciplined; Let's, in the classroom, clean the classroom and give the class a clean environment; Let's, in the dormitory, make the dormitory bright and clean, and give roommates a comfortable environment; Let's, on the campus path, see scraps of paper and shells on the ground, and we can pick them up without hesitation. I think all this is the result of teachers' continuous education for many years, which is also a kind of gratitude and the best reward for our teachers' careful teaching at ordinary times.
Thanksgiving teacher composition 3
The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the vast sky gives her the space to fly freely; Xiaoyu is grateful to the sea, because the blue sea has given her a free life; Trees are grateful for the land, because the wet land gives her strength; I am grateful to a person in No.6 Middle School, because she gave me a chance to become an adult.
The teacher is the most respected person in the world, and my most respected person is also here. Miss Yang, her people are just like her family name. She is stalwart, honest, simple, earnest and gentle.
We naughty children always like to talk about Miss Yang with curly hair and big eyes behind her back. When the teacher is serious, she can scrape off a few centimeters of ice from her whole face and talk about the so-called truth of educating students that she hates most at ordinary times. At this time, we are like frightened rabbits, trembling in our hearts, for fear that a small gesture will anger our big eyes.
But most of the time, she is still our lively and cheerful big sister. Comparing my mother to a teacher is the most inappropriate. Even if she is similar in age, my mother will not blink her face with big naughty eyes and mumble in a ridiculous voice. I miscalculated again. It's really Alzheimer's disease. Mom won't happily recall childhood anecdotes at the class meeting, which makes us laugh and even her little curly hair jump up and laugh. Mom will hold your hand excitedly, without saying a few words, completely putting aside the dignity of the elders, as if an old friend who has not seen you for years wants to extend cordial greetings to you.
However, I doubt whether we have found a mother's shadow in her. I like to cover up my bad mood with a gentle and kind smile. I like to remind us to wear more clothes to prevent colds with a thick nasal voice. I like to look at every corner of the classroom carefully with concerned eyes. I hope we can have more topics. I like to refresh your mental image with a few words. Too much alike. The difference is that the mother's love will be given to her children without reservation, while the teacher's love will be evenly sprinkled on everyone. It suddenly occurred to me that I really want to be a teacher's child, so that I can enjoy more teachers' love. Hehe, really selfish.
A teacher is a teacher after all. She can play our sister and mother after class, but she will always be the most conscientious math teacher in the class. She can angrily make you count over and over again, just to punish you for endless arithmetic mistakes in math exams; She can look at your face full of question marks, talk patiently, and cross her hands quickly on calculus paper. Even if you flinch because of your stupidity, she won't give up. She will spare no effort to finish the examination paper of the day quickly, so as to explain her classmates' mistakes seriously in the evening self-study. She doesn't have much funny language and youthful vitality, but we just like to see her big eyes and messy hair and shout √3 parabola, here we come; I just want to look forward to the boring math class between classes, which was taught by Teacher Yang. I just like to chew on complicated math problems at night. She is a successful teacher in this respect. As she said in the first math class, she will take us into the wonderful kingdom of mathematics.
Unconsciously, I fell in love with this teacher quietly. She taught me to be a man with three years of sincere dedication. Even though his eyes are not as bright and flashing as movie stars, or even a little yellow, I still feel that there is a strange light waving to me. It is the friendliness of my sister next door, the aura of my mother, or the rigor of my math teacher. I don't understand, I can only approach it with a little gratitude.
Thanksgiving teacher composition 4
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Someone once asked me, who are you most grateful to I said, "Apart from my parents, they are my most respected teachers."
Once, I had a cold and a fever. We are having a class at this time, and I am very uncomfortable lying on the table. Teacher Wang saw it and asked me, "What's wrong with you?" I shook my head. The teacher touched my head with her warm hand. After a while, she couldn't help saying loudly, "Ah! Why is your head so hot! Do you have a fever? Go, come to the office with me. " The teacher took me there. When I got to the office, the teacher called my dad first and said, "classmate Lu is ill." Come to school and take her to the hospital! " "
Because my father got oil on his hands while working in the factory, he had to wash his hands and change clothes, so it took a long time. During these times, the teacher would rather ignore other students and take care of me. The teacher took out the thermometer and took my temperature first. Take a look. It's almost forty-one. The teacher seems to be in a hurry and doesn't know what to do. I looked at it and thought: How much the teacher cares about me! After a while, the teacher kindly asked, "Are you thirsty?" I said, "Teacher, I'm not thirsty." The teacher was so concerned about me that I didn't expect the classroom to be a mess. The teacher ran to the class and asked the monitor to read the text, and then he cared about me.
After my father came, I went to the hospital. At this moment, I have a lot to say to my teacher, but my teacher's love for me can't be repaid in words.
Teacher, you are great. I love you!
We should be grateful to our teachers, just as small trees appreciate warm sunshine and mellow rain and dew. They use selfless dedication and dedication to enlighten us, let us walk out of childhood ignorance and start weaving our own charming life dreams.
Teachers, like our mothers, take care of and cultivate us naughty children. If we are delicate flowers, you are the hostess who loves flowers. Patiently let us grow under your nourishment. Do you remember? When you first came to our big family, you were so amiable and approachable. It is very different from other teachers. You never break into a furious rage, but always reason with us calmly. After being a student for several years, you made me understand: originally, sunlight illuminates life in this way, and rain and dew moisten seedlings in this way. It was you who met me with tolerance and generosity; Teach me integrity and honesty; It taught me reserve and aftertaste. Let me swim in the ocean of knowledge, explore in the palace of wisdom and find the right direction on the road of life. You have become the guiding light of my life. I vaguely remember that you talked to us about your composition when you were compiling Austrian, which was beside the point. When it comes to life from hobbies, ideals are irrelevant. But this time, it is your cutest time. Time flies, so does the time with you. We have graduated.
Every time I recall the days with you, I always feel a little reluctant to part with you. The past is vivid, and it is a colorful pearl in our memory warehouse! The spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil.
Teacher, you are the spring rain in our hearts, and we will always thank you! ! !
Thanksgiving teacher composition 5
My teacher, an excellent Chinese class teacher, is of medium height, and her long hair shows her free and easy. Although several wrinkles have crept up her face, her smile is still so pure and firm.
Some people say that "father loves mountains and mother loves water", which is the continuation of mountains and rivers to life. But life is fragile and pale. What gives life strength? What gives life color? It is love, the pure love of the teacher. The teacher's love is as beautiful as water and gives us wisdom; The teacher's love is as majestic as a mountain, giving us a sense of security.
The land knows the selflessness of spring rain best, and everything knows the generosity of sunshine best. Teacher, your kindness, as students, we can best understand; Careful explanation, earnest teaching, enthusiastic encouragement and severe criticism are all care and love for us. What I am most unforgettable and grateful for is my Chinese teacher, Miss Yang. It was you who gave me light arms when I was confused and let me find the exit.
I remember a nap, everyone was so tired that they fell asleep, but you were brave enough to correct our homework, because I saw you rubbing your tired eyes from time to time, so it is conceivable that you must be very tired at that time. Who have you done so much for? Not for all of us! I watched, tears blurred my eyes, and I lay prone on the table to prevent tears from flowing out, but tears just slipped across my face inadvertently. Teacher Yang, I want to say to you: "You have given me the confidence to study, the courage to live happily, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future!" "
Teacher Yang, you are my stepping stone to wisdom. You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Miss Yang, you walk on the podium with a serious face every day. How I wish you could smile! In this way, students may drift away inadvertently in a smile, and our distance with you will be closer because of this angelic smile!
You know what, Miss Yang? Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I will think of your smile at that moment, which is particularly kind. This smile makes me confident, makes me strong, inspires me, and also takes me through countless difficulties and setbacks.
If our parents are good to us, then you are good to us. You led me into the temple of knowledge and into the ocean of wisdom. It can be said that without you, there would be no such thing.
The long road of learning, every step records the touch you give; The tortuous road of life has your sincere guidance and care at every step. You water your budding heart with all your knowledge, and you warm your lonely heart with the love of your life. You use the most beautiful language in the world to open every knot, and you use beautiful rainbows to cross our hearts. Although your face is full of vicissitudes, you still printed the most beautiful smile on everyone's heart.
There is a feeling called touching, because there is a spirit called dedication. There is a heart called gratitude, because there is a love called selflessness. Teacher, what you have slipped away is the years, and what you have left is my sincere blessing!
Grateful teacher composition 6
Life is like a tree. When we were a small sapling, the care of others, like sunshine and rain, nourished our bodies and our hearts. When we bear rich fruits, we will not only think about the care and touch that others have given us in the past.
We remember that when I was very young, I was always reluctant to go to school. The reason is that I think the teacher is terrible because of the influence of TV and my brothers and sisters. I have a textbook in one hand and a flashing pointer in the other, always ready to punish the students. It is very fierce. It was not until something happened in the second grade that I felt that the teacher was so gentle and kind.
That day, I walked into the canteen step by step and looked everywhere, but I couldn't find my lunch box. I immediately became nervous, and my mind came up with scenes that could be filmed. I don't want to think about it anymore. I flew out of the canteen and returned to my seat. I feel very lonely, like a dust in the vast universe.
"How did you come back so soon?" A kind and familiar voice came. I looked up and it turned out to be a teacher! I can't help feeling extremely scared. I shrank back like an earthworm when I saw the light. The teacher asked me, but I still couldn't answer. I thought, "It's over. If the teacher knows that he didn't eat, he can't kill me! " The teacher asked again, "Didn't you eat?" I quickly replied, "no, no, I ate!" " The teacher seemed to understand something and took my hand and walked outside the school gate. I turned pale and asked, "Where are you going, old teacher?" The teacher said, "Go shopping outside the school. No, no, you didn't. " My face is whiter, "and the school won't let me go." The teacher said, "Be obedient!" I bowed my head. The teacher bought a loaf of bread and a sausage. I asked, "You didn't buy it for me, did you, old teacher? "No, it's for myself." The teacher replied, "I just let go of my hanging heart."
In the classroom, the teacher said, eat! A teacher? What to eat? "I'm surprised. The teacher said, "Eat this?" I said, "No, no! But my self-control ability was very poor at that time. I look at golden bread and delicious sausage, and I want to eat more and more. I think of two little people. One said, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly! " The other party immediately retorted: "No! Can't eat! " The little man said, "If you don't do this, you will starve to death!" " I looked around and didn't know who was right or wrong. This is because my stomach is also "goo goo" protesting. The other little man finally escaped. As for me, I was eating and eating, and suddenly I cried. My tears are hot and warm, they are my moved tears! From then on, I became friends with my teacher. I asked my mother a question: "What should I do if the teacher treats me like this?" "Mom said," be grateful and repay her with your grades! Now, I am still studying hard, because I know that the fruitful fruit I bear is the sweat of the teacher! I want to repay the teacher's hard work with fruitful results in the future, which is gratitude.
Until now, that incident is still fresh in my mind. He seems to ask me every day, "Did you try your best?" ? Are you grateful to your teacher? Did you live up to your teacher's expectations?
Grateful teacher composition 7
My parents-my first teacher.