Poetry about teacher lotus 1. Poems about praising teachers should include lotus flowers or lotus flowers (you can write them yourself).
Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night 1. Your work is today, but it is building the motherland's tomorrow; Your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever. On the road from naivety to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you opened the way for us with the torch of life.
The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day. A good teacher is better than thousands of books.
Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails. 7, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.
8. Once a teacher, always a father. 9. The gift of a speech is also my teacher.
10, gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow. 1 1. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
12 teacher, people say that you are a pillar of the motherland, not that you are a pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation. 13. Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. 14, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring water.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
15, teacher, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you lit with your own hands. 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? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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, 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. 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.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, 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 and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; 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 and light, 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 turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation 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 father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing 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! 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? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the seed of this hope and happiness.
2. Praise teachers and students' poems with lotus flowers, and use them urgently.
From: Li Shangyin's Gift of Lotus in Tang Dynasty
People in the world have different descriptions of flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but regardless of the flowers and leaves, they fall into the soil and become dust.
Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaf has a roll of Shu, and the lotus flower has a bloom, which is so perfect and natural.
This flower and this leaf set each other off, and the green color reduced the red color, killing people!
Vernacular translation:
People in the world have different views on flowers and leaves. They planted flowers in beautiful golden pots, but left them in the soil and turned them into dust.
Only lotus flowers with red flowers and green leaves, lotus leaves curl and relax, and lotus flowers open and close, which is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaf have set each other off for a long time. What a pity it is when the lotus leaves fall and wither.
Extended data:
Give a Lotus is a seven-character ancient poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first four sentences of this poem compare lotus flowers with other flowers, highlighting the special beauty of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. The deeper meaning is that he and his wife are a match made in heaven; The last two sentences describe the poet's expectation and anxiety.
The whole poem is euphemistic and implicit, elegant in style, profound in thought and intriguing.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Give Lotus
3. Teacher's homework: Find some poems or words about lotus flowers in case of emergency.
Jiangnan Jiangnan can pick lotus, and lotus leaves are sweet.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. The lotus leaf skirt in Changling, Wang Song is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus. Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lotus is clear. Shi Tao has a five-inch lotus leaf, and sticking to the waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women. Love Lotus Song Dunyi's Flowers of Land and Water Plants is very complicated.
Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world. Love lotus alone, dirt-free, clear but not demon. Straight outside and straight inside, you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu is full of green water and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out.
A solitary stem is green, and two shadows share dividends. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi is born in quiet spring, sunny and fresh.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it.
As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant?
Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. ◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.
Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.
It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.
Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.
Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.
Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.
Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .
Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.
Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.
You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue.
He is skinny and ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.
Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests.
Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound.
4. Poems about He Qing
1, The Book of Songs. The national wind "mountain has millet."
There are mountains and rivers, and there are flowers in Hebei.
If you don't see your son, you will see madness.
Self-translated poems:
There are small trees on the mountain and lotus flowers in the swamp.
I didn't see a handsome man, but I met a frivolous madman.
2. The Book of Songs. National wind "Zepi"
There are two evils: Pu and He.
Beauty hurts.
Sleepy, doing nothing, rushing forward.
Self-translated poems:
At the edge of the swamp, cattails and lotus flowers are flourishing.
There is a handsome man there. How can I be spoiled?
I can't sleep all night, and I can't stop crying.
Lotus has appeared in the Book of Songs. Although it is a borrowing scene, it is also the origin of lotus poems in past dynasties, so it was selected.
3, "Li Sao" (excerpt) pre-Qin. Qu Yuan
Take lotus flowers as clothes and hibiscus as clothes;
I don't know. It's embarrassing. I feel like I believe it!
Self-translated poems:
It is fashionable to cut violet and sew white lotus clothes.
You don't know what I like, but loyalty is as beautiful as flowers.
4. Jiangnan Han Yuefu
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, and fish hits the lotus leaf.
Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.
5, Qingyang Dujin, Yuefu
Green lotus covers green water, and hibiscus is red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above.
5. Praise the teacher's poems and poems about summer.
Praise the teacher's poem: 1, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. 2. After the flowers are gathered into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. Your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall? 4. Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres.
Summer verse:
1, Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on it. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli's small pool
2, crystal curtains are cool and breezy, and roses are overflowing. _ _ _ _ Gao pian "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
3. cicadas make the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded. _ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
4, the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus red is different. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli "Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
5. Liu is quiet and sleepy, and people who sleep during the day are quiet and windy. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Bodhisattva Manpalindrome Summer is always in my heart.
6, rice fragrance said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night
7. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Two Poems Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing (Part Two)
8. The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south building is cold. _ _ _ _ Huang Tingjian's Book of Ezhou South Building
9. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's My Wangchuan Cabin in Wangchuan Village after a Rain clears up/Autumn returns.
10, even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it is sunny before summer is deep. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's Xi Qing
1 1, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. _ _ _ _ Zhao Shixiu's "Appointment/Appointment"
12, the trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pond. _ _ _ _ Gao pian "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
13, plum folic acid soft teeth, banana green and window screening. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli "Taking a nap in early summer"
14, the night rain is as cool as a dream, and Qiu Lai is sent on the lotus leaf. _ _ _ _ Chen Wenshu's summer essays
15, paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands, throwing books in the afternoon and dreaming. _ _ _ _ Cai Que's Boarding and Building a Pavilion in Summer
16, Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili lotus. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Looking at the tide is better than the southeast"
6. Lotus and Lotus Leaf Prose as Teachers' Metaphors
Teachers in my heart: Teacher Deng and Teacher Xie. I study in Fengle Primary School. I like math teachers and Chinese teachers best.
They taught me the truth of being a man. It is very hard for them to give us lessons every day.
They have finished every class.
Aad needs some water.
Seeing them working so hard, I told myself to study hard and not live up to the expectations of our teachers. Therefore, I study hard every day.
Once I got 85 points in an exam, the teacher's eyes showed disappointment. I feel very ashamed. So, I vowed to take the exam 100 and give it to the teacher.
So that the teacher will not be disappointed. So, I review every night.
I must get 100 in the final exam. If so, I really got 100. At this moment, the teacher said to me, "Zhou, you have made great progress. You are my pride."
I love my teacher! Teacher Deng Sufang and Teacher Xie. Composition about Teacher's Day: My good teacher, Miss Zhao, 600 words. If someone asks me what my good teacher looks like. A figure in his thirties will immediately come to mind, with a tall figure, black curly hair and a pair of glasses and a delicate face, which looks so gentle. This is my Chinese teacher, Miss Zhao.
Miss Zhao is my Chinese teacher from grade one to grade four, and also our head teacher. She is about 35 or 6 years old and has bright eyes. Whenever one of our classmates wins an award, Miss Zhao's eyes always shine with joy. She wears a pair of glasses on her high nose. Sometimes she doesn't wear them. When she wears them, she looks like a doctor. When she doesn't wear them, she looks like a mother.
Her Chinese class is lively and interesting, which attracts us restless "little monkeys". I remember once talking about "Prometheus Stealing Fire". Teacher Zhao found a prop similar to "Torch" to let the students act as "Prometheus" and bring the torch to the world. Besides, let's ask Prometheus why he brought the torch to this world. In the process of interaction, we learned the text, which was very impressive and interesting.
I remember once, I fell while playing with my classmates and hurt my knee. Miss Zhao, like her own child, helped me clean the wound seriously, applied medicine carefully and looked at her loving and anxious eyes. I seem to have used painkillers for my knee, and the pain has eased a lot.
Another time, because I missed a class with a fever, Teacher Zhao used her lunch break to help me with my lessons, so that I could "catch up" with my classmates in time. Miss Zhao has a broad mind, big enough to accommodate every "naughty boy" in our class.
But, but, don't look at Miss Zhao, who is usually affectionate to us. Once we make a mistake, Miss Zhao will become very strict. First of all, she will wrinkle thin arch eyebrows and start a "why?" How's it going? "The bombardment", and then bent down fine eyebrow, earnestly reason, everyone is convinced. This is Miss Zhao. We all like her very much. Like her mother, she cares about us with love, supervises us with stern eyes and convinces us with persuasive reasons. She is so kind to us that we can't help loving and respecting her from the bottom of our hearts. Like to be persuasive and tireless. Dear Miss Zhao, you are a good friend of all of us and a good teacher in my mind.
Composition about Teacher's Day: My fashion teacher, Mr. Zhuo, has 550 words of grass to open the door of spring; Flowers, open in summer; Fruitful, open the door of autumn; Leng Xue, open in winter; Teacher, open the door of wisdom. And my head teacher, Mr. Zhuo, opened our hearts with her new ideas.
Our class is a famous naughty class in the whole school. Teacher Zhuo is young and playful, but he still has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of educating us naughty boys. Can this be done? Don't tell me, Mr. Zhuo really has a way. Since last semester, under the leadership of Mr. Zhuo, the naughty boy in our class has become sensible, his interest in learning has also increased, and there are fewer people who behave in class ... Mr. Zhuo is also a fashionista. Not only is her clothing style novel and gives people a new feeling, but her education method is also unique. She doesn't use the sea tactics, but arranges homework selectively according to the difference of each student's learning level.
For example, those with poor foundation should master the most basic knowledge firmly, those with medium foundation should read more books to improve their level, and those with excellent foundation should strengthen their reading and writing skills. Not only is she unique in teaching, but she also has a unique way to deal with students' mistakes.
No, it is a common phenomenon that students are addicted to games now, which will make teachers and parents anxious. However, Mr Zhuo Ke patiently enlightened us like a psychologist. To this end, he specially held a class to debate on the theme of "Should students play games", so that we can express our views freely. We were tit for tat, and the scene was both warm and intense.
Through this debate, we know how to play, when to play and what games to play. We think Mr. Zhuo is like our friend and approachable.
"The stars shine in the quiet night ..." A melodious song sang our love for the teacher. Teacher's Day is coming, and I use this article to express my respect for teachers.
Thanks to Mr. Zhuo and every teacher for their kindness. About the teacher's composition: I love my teacher. 650 sentences of fallen leaves hovering in the air, composing the movement of people, is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured him; Because of gratitude, there is this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there is sincere friendship.
Because gratitude makes us understand the true meaning of life. I want to thank the teacher.
As the saying goes, "silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will cry dry every night." Isn't this the best poem for a teacher? Teachers are disseminators of human civilization.
It is the teacher who teaches us the truth of being a man, helps us master scientific and cultural knowledge and skills, and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Teachers are engineers of the human soul.
I love teachers because they have a heart as bright as gold. When we failed, the teacher swelled our sails; When we succeed, Lao.