She is a teacher in our class. You are a hard gardener, pruning and cutting leaves for us. You have done your best to make our car more splendid. Teacher, please believe that I will repay you with excellent results.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life and let us measure it every day. You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere. You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. When you need a bucket of water, you will never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is full of incense, the poem is full of people and the painting is full of people. Teacher, you use the noblest smile of mankind. Cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat, and moisten with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland. You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm, praising the vastness and profundity of the sea and dedicating them to you. Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, so spit it out. You have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you. 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 fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love, teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world. The value of fireflies lies in taking special care of them with the lamp hanging in the back. What makes you respectable is that you always provide convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! My teacher has worked quietly in the education post for decades. She devoted her life selflessly to education and her students ... she was great. People usually compare naive children to seedlings, flowers, small trees and so on. Teachers who cultivate these seedlings, flowers and young trees, like hardworking gardeners, water, cultivate and care for every seedling in the garden with wisdom, love and sweat. Grow sturdily. The ancients in China said that "teachers are like parents" fully embodies the traditional virtue of "respecting teachers and loving education" of the Chinese nation, and also embodies the noble morality of "loving life as a child". People compare teachers to "loving mothers". It is the most cordial, sincere and touching honorific title for female teachers with "childlike innocence and maternal love". "Love is a ray of golden sunshine." Lu Xun, a modern writer in China, said: "Education is rooted in love." Teachers' love for students is manifested in their unreserved dedication of energy, enthusiasm, talent and knowledge, so that students can get a better education, intellectually, spiritually and morally. Educators are also engineers of the human soul. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, weave beautifully and warm the world". "Spring Silkworm" is the title that most teachers feel extremely honored. Spring silkworm is pure and elegant, with noble temperament. In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Spring silkworms are endless, spinning more than one silk ... only glorious people's teachers deserve such a title. People compare teachers to "spring rain" and students to "spring seedlings", which need to be watered. Our teachers, like continuous spring rain, moisten students' hearts with love, open their wisdom with rich knowledge, and subtly cultivate their moral character with excellent personality.
2. About the beginning and end of writing the teacher's composition (the beginning) If parents taught us to take the first step in life, then the teacher taught us to take the first step in life.
It is he (she) who leads us from ignorance to maturity; It is he (she) who makes us learn from ignorance; He (she) led us to see how high the sky is, how deep the sea is and how big the dream can be!
I can't forget that when I first wrote 123, your hand held mine; I can't forget it. I counted 1+ 1 for the first time. You taught me to snap my fingers. I can't forget it. I learned a, b and c for the first time, and you corrected my mouth shape again and again.
Buds are drawn out to depict the splendor of spring, white clouds float to reflect the beauty of the blue sky, and bright eyes and white teeth are the marks of youth. Teacher, the white hair on your head tells us the strokes of the word "person".
Teacher, I want to compare you to an engineer of the soul. Because it is you, let us learn to be tolerant and be kind to others; Because it is you, let us understand that failure is the mother of success; Because it is you, let us understand that life needs courage, patience and perseverance; Because you taught us how to drive away greed, ignorance, fear and violence; Also because of you, let us know love!
Teacher, I want to compare you to a burning candle. Because you brought us into the ocean of knowledge, no matter astronomy, geography, history, literature, mathematics, physics, you lit up the stepping point and grasping point in front of us; Because it is you, you should give us all your knowledge without reservation, burn yourself and illuminate others; Because it is you, who has been guiding our way forward with your light, so that we will never lose our way.
Write the end of the teacher's composition 1. Thank you, teacher. Although I am still a child, I know how grateful I am for my education and teaching over the years. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating us. Thanks again, teacher!
2. Here, I want to say to you sincerely: "Thank you, my dear teachers."
3. I want to be grateful to the school and the teacher! You have enriched my knowledge!
4. (Write a few things that teachers usually do for us first) These little things reveal that you love us, many of them, and some of them are even blurred in memory. Here, I just want to sincerely say "thank you, teacher!" "
5. Teacher, your career is great, glorious and selfless. You should be proud of your love for your career!
6. Teacher, thank you for teaching me selflessness, tolerance and accepting others with a broad mind. Today you work, but you build the future of the motherland. You teach in class, but your achievements are all-round.
7. Thank you, teacher. You taught me selflessness, tolerance, and accepting others with a broad mind. Today you work, but you build the future of the motherland. You teach in class, but your achievements are all-round.
8. Teacher, your great spirit will remain in my heart forever, and your broad mind will inspire me to move forward. I will never forget your great career. The future tomorrow will be taken over by our generation, and the motherland will be more prosperous and strong tomorrow.
9. Teacher, I will always remember you! Great teacher!
10. Thank you and bless the teacher! May the teacher be happy forever!
4. Write the teacher's composition (to write the teacher's personality characteristics) and introduce the teacher's general situation at the beginning. I used to be naive, always blaming the teacher and scolding the teacher behind his back. But with the passage of time and my growth, I completely got rid of ignorance and naivety, and I began to understand that the teacher's intentions were good ... The tapestry of memory was always fragmented. I am seriously piecing together, trying to present a complete memory in my mind. On a quiet night, I am slowly savoring my old memories. Of course, I won't forget the days when we tried our best in the sports field. After a period of patchwork, that memory will always come to my mind from time to time. This is a long-awaited sports meeting, and all classes are rehearsing intensively, and we are no exception. Our class is a big group, and every student is exerting his unique imagination, making preparations for the "opening show" of the sports meeting, and striving to develop the annual sports meeting to the fullest. Our head teacher also racked his brains for us, and always discussed with his classmates after class. He was always the last teacher in the office, which made me feel that this teacher was very responsible, time passed quickly, and the sports meeting had already begun. Our class is magnificent, with neat steps and loud slogans. People have to praise it. I saw a satisfied smile on the teacher's face. Maybe it's a relief. When I sprinted hard on a hot day, the teacher was more energetic than our classmates. He is shouting hard, which is a kind of motivation, and I am exhausted. I rushed forward instantly. This power made me surpass one classmate after another. Finally, I won the third place. I felt sorry for not winning the championship, but the teacher comforted me, "The most important thing is to participate. You enjoy a process that others cannot understand. Next time you will have a chance to make great achievements. " Hearing this, I felt mixed feelings, gratified and moved. He is such a teacher who deserves the respect of all my classmates. I still remember one time, I was in the battlefield of the exam. Looking at the happy mood of my classmates, I feel even more sad. Everyone left the classroom, and I was the only one who stayed in the classroom like a person forgotten by God, with tears on my face. At this moment, I heard strong footsteps. It turned out to be the class teacher. He went back to work to check the hygiene. When he saw me, he spit out, "There is no best, only horizontal." He asked me to think about it, and I always wondered. He also told me. Why does plum blossom smell sweet? Frustration is not your stumbling block, but your stepping stone. Life is wonderful every year because of it. "I always felt that I had a clear idea, so I stopped my tears and made up my mind to study hard. This let me see the loving side of teachers and students, your responsible attitude and many examples, such as endless topics. The results in our class were not satisfactory, but the teacher didn't give up. You will always support us. Then prescribe the right medicine. As a class teacher, you are so conscientious. I want to take this opportunity to praise you. When I fail, you are the beacon that guides me to out of the dark. You are a diligent gardener and try your best to cultivate us. You are a really good teacher in our hearts. You are a respected and admired teacher in our hearts. I wish you health and happiness every day.