The story of praising the teacher 1 Throughout the ages, there are countless poems praising the teacher, "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." How many heroes the teacher has raised, how much glory the teacher has achieved, and how great the teacher is!

In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is my first teacher, Miss Guo.

She is beautiful, with aura eyes and a sweet smile. We always like to surround him, listen to her stories, cross the forest stream in the book together, pick mushrooms with Little Red Riding Hood and listen to larks singing. He took us to many wonderful places.

The most unforgettable thing should be the first few days in kindergarten. I have been a homesick child since I was a child. When I get to kindergarten, even though I know I will go home at night, even though other children are busy, I dare not ignore others. Until one writing class, I watched helplessly as the teacher's mouth opened and closed, and tears poured down and blurred my eyes, even the teacher's beautiful goose yellow skirt.

Teacher Guo finally understands why I like crying through my mother so much. I remember her holding my hand and playing the slide in the garden. I never knew there was such a beautiful and interesting place in the kindergarten. I run tirelessly. Later, the teacher took my hand and said a lot. I don't remember clearly, but since then, I have become lively and cheerful, and I have become a little girl that everyone loves. I found more beautiful places, such as our small playground, small dance studio, blue-edged dress and school uniform. I fell in love with all of them and this colorful world.

The teacher is often with us. When sleeping, she lies on Xiao Mu's bed with us, and we all like to sleep next to him, as if we would have a good dream and sleep next to her. In fact, Mr. Guo's faint fragrance really made us sleep well.

The story of praising the teacher II. Some people say you are a silkworm.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die.

Some people say you are a candle.

Burn yourself and light others.

Some people say you are a gardener.

Work hard all year round

Some people say you are the sun.

Warm the hearts of all children.

Some people say you are a lighthouse.

Illuminate the road of students' life

Some people say you are the ocean.

The voice of worshipping knowledge day and night

Some people say you are chalk.

Shorten yourself and make up for others.

Some people say you are a signpost.

Cleverly guide students' future.

Some people say that you are a bridge.

Directly to the door of victory

Some people say that you are a castle.

Knowledge is like a cornucopia.

Some people say you are a loving mother.

Broad love is as precious as gold.

Some people say that you are a strict father.

It is more important to teach people truth.

Some people say you are a friend.

Some people say you are smart.

Some people say you are a green leaf.

Some people say that you are a lamp twist core.

Some people say that you are an enlightener.

Some people say that you are a sower.

There are countless words to describe you.

Praise your virtue with beautiful words.

You have a special task.

You have shaped people's souls.

Your career is the most brilliant in the world.

Your title is the most amiable in the world.

People admire you because

Your spirit of hard work and struggle

People praise you because

Your selfless dedication makes people serve the society.

You forgot your job with full enthusiasm.

Your persistent pursuit of brilliant youth

You gave up hope in the flashing language.

You use the incarnation of wisdom to realize your ideal.

You use a pair of dexterous hands

Draw a blueprint for the motherland's tomorrow

You use frost on your temples.

Set off the blueprint more beautifully and truly.

You used great power.

Promote the rapid development of society

You spent your whole life.

Promote the rapid progress of human civilization.

No matter how beautiful the music is, it can't sing your greatness.

No matter how beautiful the poem is, it can't be finished.

On the occasion of the 2nd1Teachers' Day.

Let me sincerely wish all the teachers in the country.

Happy holidays and all the best.

Happiness, health and youth will last forever.

Kua teacher's story 3 is another year of plucking geese.

Another year of reed flowers flying;

Another year of ups and downs in first frost,

Another year of peach and plum fragrance.

Dear teachers, teachers,

Maybe you are still watching your old disciple run in all directions with bright eyes.

Maybe you are teaching your new disciple how to grow up with a loud voice.

So today, in your festival, take a break and give yourself a chance to breathe.

Please also accept our blessings and listen to our poems for you.

Listen to our heartfelt singing.

Some people say that teachers are really sacred, and you are in the five elements.

Some people say that teachers are really great, and Tao and teachers have existed since ancient times.

In fact, the greatness of teachers lies in burning themselves and illuminating others.

In fact, the sacredness of teachers lies in writing down the truth and erasing utilitarianism. Secular disputes are never taken to heart.

The teacher is also very ordinary,

The teacher is also very young,

Ordinary teachers will be flushed and miss each other for a topic.

A little teacher will burst into tears for a little card sent by a student.

Ah! My teacher,

Ah! My teacher,

Your greatness is beyond words,

You are ordinary and admirable;

His holiness has nothing to write,

Your smallness makes the richest people feel empty and confused.

Students often say that the teacher is a gardener and waters the seedlings carefully.

Students often sigh that the teacher is a candle, reduced to ashes, with no regrets, and willing to shed tears.

Students always say, teacher, you are more like a torch, illuminating every ignorant place with the light of knowledge;

Students always think, why do you always give me confidence and hope?

Ah! My dear teacher,

Ah! My respected teacher,

You are a ladder, you let countless mediocre people cross your shoulders and become brilliant.

You are a melting pot, and you have shaped ignorance into a pillar of society.

Teacher, teacher,

You are our eternal pride and pride.

You are our eternal dignity and strength.

When we sit in the bright classroom and listen to the teacher's innocent teaching, have you ever thought about how much your teacher has paid for growing up from an ignorant child to today? When you look at the silver thread on the teacher's temple, have you ever thought about repaying these lovely people with your heart?

Unfold a piece of paper called emotion, lift a pen called gratitude, and write it to my parents, my knowledge teacher, my friends, and my warm and grateful heart.

I vaguely remember an afternoon in the third grade. Suddenly, the wind changed suddenly and the wind blew hard. When school was over, it rained cats and dogs. When I watched my classmates being picked up by my parents, I thought of my mother. My mother has gone to Langfang on business, and I'm sure I can't come back to pick me up on time this day. A person is in the classroom of Nuoda University, curled up in the corner of the table and sobbing, watching the thunder and lightning outside the window and the trees swaying in the wind and rain. Fear occupied my young mind. Just when I was desperate, it was you, the teacher, who held my little hand tightly and passed on the warmth to me. Don't be afraid of the teacher taking you home. Gentle words seem to be still in my ears, and I feel as if I have lost something and caught him again. If a warm flame illuminates my heart, how can a pair of small hands warm you? That's my cold heart. In the storm, you took my little hand and put your big windbreaker on my thin shoulder. Your back is so thin in the rain. When you sent me home, your clothes were soaked by the rain, and you got into the storm before the students could say thank you. It was not until this day that I realized that every time you help us finish our homework and hurry home, it is because you have a brother who is preparing for the college entrance examination and you. You are a good teacher, but you can't be a good mother. Because of us, you have no complaints.

When you have acute appendicitis, you always bite your teeth and give us a good lesson, but we fail to understand your hard work and make you angry. It was not until you fell on the platform that we realized that you had been teaching us despite your illness, but we never noticed your pale face and clenched teeth. How ignorant we are. Teacher, I want to say to you, "Sorry, the students are wrong."

Ah, teacher, you let me see the qq signature documents of the eagle who dares to go to the blue sky and the dragon who dares to go to the sea.

When the sweet dream is perfect and warm, when the moonlight is bright and charming, when the flower season is gorgeous and fragrant, once again set up a heart boat. Sailing to the other side of the ideal, with the help of the teacher, the ideal manor is finally visible.

The ancients said that they want to raise children, but they don't want to be close. It's not just their parents who are waiting. Have you noticed the teachers who teach you knowledge every day, their white hair and wrinkles? Please repay them with a grateful heart.

Praise the teacher's story The good teacher in my mind is Miss Shen who teaches us Chinese. Miss Shen is about forty years old. She is not tall and a little thin. She smiled kindly. Although Miss Shen's eyes are a little small, she is very dignified in class. When his eyes stare, anyone who sees them will immediately sit down and listen carefully. He smiled and narrowed into a line, like a robot cat to lose weight. Very interesting. Everyone likes to listen to teacher Shen's class. It is because of his humorous talk and active thinking that we like him. I remember that in the third grade, Mr. Shen was not the head teacher, but only taught us math and writing. Once in a writing class, we had to write many new words and phrases. We wrote and wrote, and finally got to the last turtle word. Teacher Shen said slowly, there is only one turtle left, the turtle grandson's turtle. We all burst into laughter, and Mr. Shen solemnly said, Son of a bitch is swearing at the moment, so you can't talk nonsense! . That funny expression and action can make people laugh for a while. As the saying goes, strict teachers make excellent students. Teacher Shen is also very strict.

As soon as I enter the classroom in the morning, I can always see Mr. Shen standing at the door of the classroom and meticulously checking and endorsing. Students who can't recite will stand outside the door and read it again. If the bell rings and you can't recite it, go to the office after class and watch it until you can recite it. Once again, Mr. Shen came to hand out the revised notebook. Finally, Mr. Shen said: A personal assignment was handed in without writing a word! who is it? Stand up by yourself! . A classmate stood up trembling and stayed after school! . Mr. Shen's words dragged on so long that no one in the classroom dared to say anything. The classmate didn't come out of the office until everyone who cleaned the classroom left. He must have been carefully educated by Mr. Shen. Miss Shen is very concerned about her classmates.

If someone is injured or falls, he will rub mercurochrome on them, and those who are seriously injured will be sent to the hospital in person, and then give us a safety lesson. Teacher Shen doesn't assign too much homework, respects our recommendation and is more open-minded. I remember when I was in Grade One or Grade Two, the information was very simple and I could read it in a few minutes. In the rest of the time, I often tell us stories. At ordinary times, Mr. Shen will regard math activity class as math and class meeting class as Chinese class. In math activity class, Mr. Shen took us out to practice, such as counting height, weight and age. During the class meeting, we will discuss things in the class, such as the selection of class committees, class cadres and group leaders. This is my favorite teacher: Miss Shen. He is humorous, witty, witty and rigorous, and is deeply loved by us!

On June 3rd, the history of Deyang, Sichuan Province will record an unforgettable name: Tan Qianqiu, director of Dong Qi Middle School. At the moment of the disaster, he exchanged his arms and his life for the lives of four students.

People often say that teachers are the most glorious profession under the sun, which has at least two meanings. First, the responsibility is great, cultivating new people, continuing civilization, inheriting the hope of the nation and the future of the country; Second, the teacher's morality is lofty. He is a teacher and loves life as much as a child. At any time, teachers should put students in the most important position in their hearts.

Nowadays, in this rare disaster, the teachers in the disaster area have shown the spirit of sacrifice worthy of this profession. Zhang Miya, a 29-year-old young teacher at Yingxiu Town Primary School, knelt in the ruins, clutching two children with his arms like an eagle spreading its wings. The two children survived, but the eagle died. Five teachers were killed in Hanwang Town Primary School. They all held their children until they died. Liu Ning, the head teacher of Beichuan No.1 Middle School, bravely and tactfully protected 59 students from danger when the earthquake happened, but lost her daughter who was also crushed in the rubble at that time forever.

Zhou Hang, a female teacher of Chengdu Finance and Trade Vocational High School, did not hesitate to shout to the students at a dangerous moment: "You go first, don't panic, the teacher is behind."

What selfless and fearless courage this is! Whether it is instinctive reaction or rational choice, I think people with conscience will see the broadness and brightness of teachers' morality.

Our teachers, especially those who have worked hard in rural areas and mountainous areas for a long time, are loyal to their duties and teach and educate people in a difficult environment. Day after day, year after year, their hearts are sacred but still ordinary. Today, in the choice between life and death, relatives and students, they have interpreted a teacher's truest love with their lives, built an eternal Great Wall for students with their flesh and blood, and taught students the most profound lesson with their own actions, thus becoming the savior in people's hearts and the sacred hero in children's eyes.

Such teachers and professional ethics should be immortal.

Teachers are burning night candles, which light up the road in our hearts and burn out our most loyal contributions. I respect teachers, so I thank the teachers who have taught me.

Praise the teacher's story 7 I'll tell you a story. As soon as the teacher's voice fell, the classroom cheered.

Rare teacher asked us to be simple. Once upon a time, there was a man who crossed the river with seven burdens: honesty, health, beauty, knowledge, money, status and honor. The boatman told him that there were too many things to throw away a baggage. He thought for a long time and decided to leave the teacher's words intact, only to hear a shrill bell ring. The teacher said that you should know which baggage he threw away, and we will talk about it next class. After class, we had a heated discussion. Everyone thought that their ideas were the most reasonable, and no one was convinced. So everyone is full of hope that the teacher will make a ruling, but three weeks have passed and the next class has been n times. The teacher still didn't mean to finish the story, as if he had forgotten it.

Whenever we mention it to him, he always says: Oh, I'm not available, maybe next time!

I have a lot to say to you from the bottom of my heart, but when I saw your stern eyes and remembered what you had scolded me before, I was afraid to say it to you again. Here, I summon up the courage to talk to you.

Let me say something disrespectful: the older you get, the more confused you get. Do you know there is a big landlord in our class? She often exploits us! That's Ruan. Everyone is afraid of him. In harsh words, it is: heinous.

I remember a math exam. Didn't Xie fail? She often seems to be with Ruan, but she doesn't want to be with her at all. Ruan failed the exam because she made Xie almost pass it. Xie Pingping doesn't like to talk, which is also instigated by Ruan. This is a well-known fact. Xie Yeqing told me her secret in secret.

Do you know that sometimes we hate you and sometimes we cry for your tolerance?

Once in class, you let us host the program ourselves, and the monitor took the lead. We are playing a game of hiding things, and I don't know where to shout "tape recorder" to my classmates. We all looked at the tape recorder and hid an eraser about a quarter of the size of a palm. After the bell rang, the eraser was taken out. Later, it was found that the tape recorder was broken. After you learned the truth, although you were very angry, you asked a classmate to repair it for Mr. Wang in the guidance office and told him that you broke it yourself. You know, I really really want to say loudly: Teacher, that's very kind of you!

You sometimes make us laugh, and the emotions on your kind face make us laugh.

I remember, once in a Chinese class, you gave us a lecture on the podium, and the sentences were humorous and short. After a while, you asked us to do our homework and almost fell down the steps. Many students who saw it laughed, and I saw it, but I didn't laugh. I was very nervous at that time, afraid of any accident, but what you said made me laugh. "Oh hey, people are old, but also a robot CD! ! ! "

Teacher, I love you forever! ! ! Here, please allow me to say to you on behalf of the whole class: "You have worked hard!" " "Well, it's late at night, and people are quiet. I don't need to say much. I wish you eternal youth.

The story of praising teachers 9. This invitation is made of expensive parchment with the words "best party for best friends" printed on it. I tremble with expectation at the thought of going to a party at my childhood friend's house.

Saturday is party day, and I get up early. Along the way, while driving, I thought about our 20-year life, and five hours passed quickly. Cathy runs around on the east coast for congressmen; Jim became a university professor and a famous writer. Gina is the only person in our performance group who is still acting; Mike, my close friend when I was a child, is now the vice president of a big company. I am a high school teacher, engaged in special education. I am the first person in our group to get married and the only one with children.

Go straight along the tree-lined path and you will reach Mike's house by the lake. His home is as big as a resort, and the beautiful garden adds elegance to the beautiful house. Mike once mentioned that he hired a full-time gardener for this garden.

That afternoon and evening were as beautiful as I expected. We went water skiing and swimming in the lake. 10 people chatted and laughed until late at night. The next morning, Mike and I took coffee for a walk in his greenhouse. He wants me to see the long-stemmed roses that the gardener is cultivating. Mike looked at me casually through the purple satin flowers.

"You know, Raul, you are more capable than anyone in our university. We all think that you should not be just a mother and a teacher. "

His words exploded in my ear like thunder, and the joy of reunion in my heart vanished in an instant. Is this what my old friends think of me? I really can't compare with them now? I tried to calm myself down, but I didn't answer because I was so sad. When I thought I could leave politely, I decided to go home at once. They hugged me one by one and said they would contact me more in the future. I was on my way soon, but Mike's words made me doubt their sincerity.

I have never spent much time reflecting on my life. I'm too busy. Now, I pray all the way: "God, have I used my gift correctly?" Are you disappointed in me too? " Please tell me, am I living the life you want? "

When I got home, four children came forward to hug me and asked about the details of our weekend party. This gives me great comfort. There is no class the next day, because there will be a meeting, and a substitute teacher will help me manage the class. I look forward to taking this opportunity to reflect quietly.

I promised the students that I would introduce the substitute teacher to them before going to the meeting on Monday. Although I told Ms. Smith, the substitute teacher, to come early so that I could make some preparations for her, she came late. Panting, she rushed from the corridor to the classroom. It seems that I have to take the time to introduce each student to her. As soon as she and I entered the windowless classroom, 14 students immediately greeted us. They were tired of waiting, and they all scrambled to talk to me.

"Gerd Zewe people, they want you to come to class." A student named Candy added a few words to other students' questions, "Sandra is in trouble in her group. She is banging her head against the wall. "

Tina was holding a half-open bag, from which came the baby's crying. 15-year-old mother carefully took her two-month-old daughter out and looked at me imploringly: "Sorry, Gerd Zewe people, the nanny was drunk when she came this morning. My father will pick up Angel after work at 9 o'clock. "

I nodded and turned to a boy whose hair was dyed blue and burned like the Statue of Liberty. "Peter, you are in charge of introducing Ms Smith today and telling her what we usually do."

I patted Ms. Smith's hand to show that I knew she could do it, so I turned and left.

"Gerd Zewe, wait a minute. I must talk to you before you go to the office. " Candy with red hair and little pink face begged, "I escaped from the drug rehabilitation ward this morning." You can count me out, ok? "

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." I sighed and ran to the office. A series of sounds from high-heeled shoes echoed in the corridor.

/kloc-came back after 0/0 minutes-I really can't worry about my child. I think the meeting will go on without me. "Where is Ms. Smith?"

I don't know. Pete said that the other 13 people all agreed innocently. "I did exactly as you told me. I introduce everyone to her, just like every week. We exchanged the best things that happened to us over the weekend, and then began to read the short story written last week. Mrs. Smith looked like she was going to throw up, and then she left. " Candy said, "We don't know what happened."

I called a meeting to cancel my seat, and then informed the office that Ms. Smith was missing. At the end of this chaotic day, the vice principal walked into the classroom and stayed for a while.

"Raul, thank you for staying here today." She smiled and said, "The children can't live without you. How does it feel? "

I gave her a happy look.

"Seriously, these children need you. I am glad that you are a teacher here. "

Then she left as quietly as when she came. I thanked her silently in my heart-I needed encouragement so much. I sat at the table exhausted and lost in thought.

Two familiar faces appeared at the door and asked me softly if I could come in. Before I could answer, Candy and Pete ran in, with a bunch of delicate long-stemmed red roses in Pete's hand. "We are very sorry, Gerd Zewe people, because of us, you can't go to the meeting. We found this in Rick's trash can, and we think you'll like it. "

The two teenagers stood there quietly, staring at my face with anticipation. I can feel some tension between us, but I don't know what happened, just waiting.

Finally, Candy broke the silence: "Gerd Zewe people, most people are afraid of problem of juvenile like us. They don't want to be with us or teach us. Only you are willing to be our teacher, and more importantly-you are our true friend. " When she tried to squeeze out the last words "we love you", her eyes met mine. The two of them gave me a hug and then flew away, leaving their affection for me.

Praise the teacher's story 10 Dear teacher,

Hello! I have a lot to say to you from the bottom of my heart, but when I saw your stern eyes and remembered what you scolded me before, I was afraid to say these words to you again. Here, I summon up the courage to talk to you. Let me say something disrespectful: the older you get, the more confused you get. Do you know that a big landlord in our class often exploits us? That's Ruan. Everyone is afraid of him. In harsh words, it is: heinous. I remember a math exam. Didn't Xie fail? She often seems to be with Ruan, but she doesn't want to be with her at all. Ruan failed the exam because she made Xie almost pass it. Xie Pingping doesn't like to talk, which is also instigated by Ruan. This is a well-known fact. Xie Yeqing told me her secret in secret. Do you know that sometimes we hate you and sometimes we cry for your tolerance?

Once in class, you let us host the program ourselves, and the monitor took the lead. We are playing a game of hiding things, and I don't know where to call my classmate: tape recorder. We all looked at the tape recorder and hid an eraser about a quarter of the size of a palm. After the bell rang, the eraser was taken out. Later, it was found that the tape recorder was broken. After you learned the truth, although you were very angry, you asked a classmate to repair it for Mr. Wang in the guidance office and told him that you broke it yourself. You know, I really want to say loudly: Teacher, you are so kind! You sometimes make us laugh, and the emotions on your kind face make us laugh. I remember, once in a Chinese class, you gave us a lecture on the podium, and the sentences were humorous and short. After a while, you asked us to do our homework and almost fell down the steps. Many students who saw it laughed, and I saw it, but I didn't laugh. I was very nervous at that time, afraid of any accident, but what you said made me laugh. Oh, you are old, you need a CD! Teacher, I love you forever!

Here, please allow me to say to you on behalf of the whole class: you have worked hard! Well, it's late at night and people are quiet. I don't need to say anything more. I wish you eternal youth.

Praise the teacher's story 1 1 When we are sitting in a bright classroom and listening to the teacher's pure teaching, have you ever thought about how much your teacher has paid for growing up from an ignorant child to today? When you look at the silver thread on the teacher's temple, have you ever thought about repaying these lovely people who are silently dedicated with your heart?

Unfold a piece of paper called emotion, lift a pen called gratitude, and write it to my parents, my knowledge teacher, my friends, and my warm and grateful heart. When you have acute appendicitis, you always bite the bullet and give us a good lesson, but we failed to understand your hard work and made you angry. It was not until you fell on the platform that we realized that although you were ill, you always gave us lessons, but we never noticed your pale face and your clenched teeth. How ignorant we are. Teacher, I want to say to you: I'm sorry, the students are wrong, please forgive us. When the sweet dream is perfect and warm, when the moonlight is bright and charming, when the flower season is gorgeous and fragrant, once again set up a heart boat. Sailing to the other side of the ideal, with the help of the teacher, the ideal manor is finally visible.

The ancients said that they want to raise children, but they don't want to be close. It's not just their parents who are waiting. Have you noticed the teachers who teach you knowledge every day, their white hair and wrinkles? Please repay them with a grateful heart.