At that time, I just started to learn to write a composition. As soon as I write a composition, I always whisper in my heart: "Writing a composition is a headache!" Always "pull the gourd, pull the gourd"! It's like a mess. I can't figure it out. And you see, a bunch of praises: "Not bad! It's just that the composition is a bit blunt and I didn't write the true feelings! " Then, you smiled and picked up the red ballpoint pen and said, "I'll modify it for you!" " "Under the desk lamp, fine sweat seeped from his forehead, and the pen in his hand was like a shotgun. Aim at it and scan it word by word. I glanced through it after I changed it. Wow! It's really "turning stone into gold"! You patted me on the shoulder and said, "When writing a composition, you should observe carefully and write your true feelings, otherwise you will never write well." I listened and nodded thoughtfully. Since then, my composition level has been greatly improved.
Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to grow sturdily under your hard care. Teacher, you are the sea, I am a small fish, playing on your chest ... "Teacher, I love you ..." These may be the words of a spoiled and headstrong child.
Chapter 2: Teacher, I want to tell you.
The ancients once said, "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." This famous saying has been passed down through the ages. Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, pruning us; You are a candle, giving yourself and illuminating others; Teacher, you are ... your love for us is beyond words! ! !
Looking back, whether it is the joy after success, the guilt of doing something wrong, the embarrassment after recklessness, and the yearning after parting, it is worth our careful collection and slow experience.
Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, dear teacher. I can't forget your inculcation and your kind eyes. You have devoted your whole life to the cause, and devoted infinite expectations and painstaking efforts to us! You watered countless trees with that sweat, and you dyed thousands of flowers with your heart. Teacher, your spirit is the driving force of our progress. You are great. You are full of peaches and plums, and you are praised and praised by many songs. You teach us knowledge, you say "knowledge is power" and teach us how to be a man. You said, "Be a man like a candle. In a limited life, there is a kind of heat and a kind of light, which gives people light and warmth. " You have taught us countless things, and you are our guide in life. Let's become strong, not willing to be weak. When we do things, we should set our goals, stick to them and be down to earth.
Teachers add, subtract, multiply and divide countless times, and your contributions, poems and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge, and you nourish the beauty of our sentiment with the clear spring of the soul. Teacher, I wish you a world of peaches and plums and a higher level of education! ! !
Chapter 3: Teacher, I want to tell you.
I remember one time, you assigned too much homework, and I didn't finish it until after 9 o'clock in the evening. After finishing my homework, I couldn't wait to jump into bed and fall asleep. In the morning, the sun is already in bed and my ass is up. When I looked at my watch, it was a quarter past seven, and there was only one thought in my heart: I was late! ! ! I got out of bed at once, put on my clothes and left. It's too late to go to school now.
I handed in my homework after I got to school. I thought my task had been completed, but I didn't know that a bigger mistake was approaching me. After the second class, let me go to the Chinese teacher's office. I thought the teacher wanted to praise me, but I didn't expect to be praised and criticized. The teacher said I didn't do my homework. I opened my notebook and looked at it. I staggered my notebook. So I wanted to go back and get my exercise book and clear my grievances, but I went back and looked around and didn't find my exercise book. At this moment, I thought I couldn't wash it clean even if I jumped into the Yellow River. If you think about it carefully, things will eventually work out. I walked slowly into the teacher's office and said, "Sorry, teacher, I don't have my exercise book with me." When the teacher heard this, the lion roared and said, "You don't have to say anything. If you didn't do it, you didn't do it ... "I feel sorry and angry that some words that have been taught me have been swept down.
Teacher, I want to say to you: Please give us less homework in the future. I know you are doing us good, but please think from our perspective. Teacher, you must understand us. Long live understanding!
Chapter Four: Teacher, I want to tell you. ...
On the road of my growth, I met many serious and responsible teachers. Different teachers have different personalities, and different teachers have given me different instruction. In my mind, teachers are meticulous knowledge givers and tireless ideological educators. The teacher is my happy sharer and my distressed listener.
For more than ten years, apart from my parents, I am most familiar with teachers. Whenever I start to describe my teacher, I find that a thousand words are just faint ink. I can't think of any sentences to decorate the teacher, and there are no sentences to express my excitement and excitement at the moment. But I hope I can have the most beautiful language to express my lofty greetings to my teacher and give them to my dearest teacher! Not all trees are thirsty, but birch can; Not all people can teach others in obscurity, selfless dedication and tireless efforts, but teachers have also done so. ...
Teacher, I want to say to you: your every move, your gestures, are always displayed in front of my eyes; Your concern and care have been lingering in my mind; Every day you are with us is as clear as yesterday. Teacher, I want to say to you: "If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't have achieved today;" Maybe I don't know how to be a man without you; If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't know how to be grateful!
Once a teacher, always a father! I will always remember the knowledge you gave me.
Chapter 5: Teacher, I want to tell you.
I want to be a happy bird, flying in the vast blue sky; I want to be a happy fish, swimming in the beautiful ocean; I want to be a lively deer, running on the boundless grassland; I want to be a happy primary school student and spend my last primary school life at school.
Not everything goes well at school. Learning has brought me some troubles and made me very upset.
I am a careless child, and my grades in many subjects are not satisfactory. When I do my homework, I am always careless. I accidentally made a mistake. Sometimes I can't write a composition, so I keep thinking and thinking. Once I write it, it will take a long time. These things make me very upset.
I want to be a very good student in my class. I want to do my homework faster and with higher quality. I want to write beautifully to please the teacher. Let the teacher show a satisfied smile every time he sees my homework.
I want to do every math problem correctly. I want to memorize all the Chinese words, and I want to memorize all the famous sentences and articles in the book. I want to learn to sing every song in music class. I can play them on the clarinet. I'm not afraid that my mother will see me pick up the clarinet and frown.
I like painting, and I want to be a famous painter in the future. I can travel all over the country and leave all the beautiful scenery in my paintings.
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