Unforgettable Shi En's lyric prose 1 Golden September is fruitful and fragrant. This is an intoxicating season and a warm season. The annual Teacher's Day comes as scheduled in this sweet-scented osmanthus day. Every year on this day, I will be emotional and always have many ideas: I will think of my teacher; I will tell my daughter to thank her teacher; I will think of my colleagues who fought side by side. On this special day, my heart is always full of love and gratitude: I thank my first teacher Zhan, who is well-deserved "the most beautiful rural female teacher": she comes from Changshan County, but she took root in rural education until her retirement. At that time, she had fully integrated into rural life and was a member of our village: she knew the specific situation of every household like the back of her hand, so she was handy in education; She is conscientious and conscientious, and she doesn't go home on holidays. Her family came from the county seat to see her reunited with her. She loves life as much as a child: she cooks and drinks for students, combs their hair and washes their clothes. At that time, we were always unkempt, and the teacher would wash our faces, wash our clothes and comb our hair. I thank Miss Zhu, whose beautiful voice is still imprinted on my mind. She taught us to read music and play the piano hand in hand, and we learned many beautiful songs from her. Every time I walk past the teacher's window, my mother kisses me. These popular songs are the spiritual wealth left by Teacher Zhu. I thank Mr. Jiang Chunlin, who is a good teacher like a brother. I remember that just after the first lesson of junior high school, Mr. Jiang wrote six big characters on the blackboard, "Super Class One, Catch Up with No.4 Middle School" (it was often the best junior high school in the county at that time). This sentence has always inspired us and pushed us forward. He is a very artistic teacher: he never scolds us, but we are in awe of him. His "self-defeating without anger" keeps the class management in order, and his "appreciation education" encourages young minds. I will always remember his teachings like spring rain, and I will always cherish his friendship between teachers and friends. Thank you: a good teacher like my brother!

Lifelong dedication, painstaking efforts, hard work, peaches and plums full of gardens. Dear good teachers, whenever I think of you, I feel a warm current in my heart. On this day that belongs to you, I wish you a happy holiday! I also wish teachers all over the world a happy holiday!

Unforgettable poetry 2 lyric prose. The autumn wind sends cool, breeds fruitful results, and only when teachers solve doubts can there be students.

In this sunny and breezy autumn September, a great and sacred day-the 30th Teachers' Day is ushered in. Write a song dedicated to the teacher on the white title page with my passionate pen.

Teacher, you are the messenger of human civilization; Teacher, you are the gardener who cultivates peaches and plums. You, like a mountain, are majestic and vigorous; If the sun is red, the blazing light will shine on the world. You take great pains and work hard; You are conscientious and selfless. You are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and watering the earth; You are like a gentle autumn breeze, blowing yellow-green leaves and calling golden rice.

You live in a cubicle and look around the world. The worries of ancestors are the joys of future generations. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, year after year, year after year. Time makes you grow up early, and time makes you deeply wrinkled. You love your job as much as ever. There is your tireless smiling face on the three-foot platform, and your painstaking poems are written on the blackboard. "preaching and teaching to solve doubts, teaching and educating people."

I can't forget that the smile of spring breeze and rain washed away the dust in my heart; I can't forget it. The gentle reminder made me sail forward. "Those who drink its flow are pregnant with its source, and those who kiss its success read my teacher." You gave us spirit, you gave us love, you gave us everything. ......

"I am willing to spit for the spring silkworm, and I am willing to be a red candle."

It is because of your persistent love for life and education that you study hard. Tao Xingzhi, a famous great educator, has a couplet: "Hold a heart without half a blade of grass." This is a true portrayal of your brilliant life, and this is where your noble spirit lies.

My teacher is unforgettable, because without you, there would be no happy gift for me. If it weren't for you, I would have followed the guidance when I stumbled, and now I wouldn't have the fortitude and courage to stride forward.

Just like the warm sun arrival when the cold is raging, the whole world is full of warmth and sings the grand movement of the song of life on the indifferent riverbed. This is the power of teachers.

A myriad of things, glitz is gone. Only the teacher's love that permeates the heart will never fade.

Thanks to the teacher, we have the joy of success today.

Grateful teacher, let us have such a beautiful life.

Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and composing poems with flowers everywhere can't express reverence and praise for teachers. Condensed into tears for you, turned into nectar, and returned the teacher's great love.

Pious way: Happy holidays, teacher!

Unforgettable lyric prose of kindness III. Unforgettable enlightenment, like father and friends.

"You have worked so hard to write a textbook, and a tall figure shines on my heart ..." A ballad hummed by a primary school floated from the kindergarten, and the memory was occupied by a not so tall but strong figure. I always remember you, Mr. Thern, who inspired me when you held the book in my hand.

The teacher Thern in my memory is not very tall. Because I have to do farm work every day, my skin looks a little dark. At first glance, I always thought you were a very strict teacher. In your son's eyes, you may be a strict father who doesn't do his homework carefully and will be beaten if he fails the exam. In the hearts of students with poor grades, you may be the strict teacher who extrapolates and stares at homework until you do it right. But in the picture frame I remember, you are a Chinese teacher who can write and recite, and a math teacher who can calculate and explain. When the music teacher asks for leave, you are still a music teacher with long nursery rhymes.

After school, he will smile and say to me: Be careful on the road! In class, you will praise my initiative and Excellence. In front of your son, you will turn me into his role model and always ask him to learn from me. At that time, there were few primary school teachers in the mountain village. As a teacher in a mountain village, you always have heavy farm work to do when you get home. When you are not tall, I always see you flying home after school, drawing the shadow of the sunset into the shape of a train.

During the lunch break, as the monitor, I came to your office to hand in my exercise book. I always see you holding a red pen and correcting your homework with your head down. I often walk into the office to ask you questions, but when you reach the state of forgetting yourself, I have to close the door gently and leave the difficult questions until the bell rings. You patiently explain over and over again until the fog in your heart is completely solved.

When I first entered primary school, I wrote B as 6. I wrote a whole page of "do, do, do" math problems assigned by my teacher in my exercise book. The next day, I proudly told you: Teacher, I have finished all the homework you assigned yesterday. Teacher, you smiled and said to me, "You are great and your handwriting is really good, but it would be better if you could listen to the questions assigned by the teacher next time!" " When I got home, I asked my brother, who was already in the fifth grade, with a grain of salt. My brother took the exercise book and smiled. It took a long time to stop and say, you are really a fool. You should treat mathematics as a language and Chinese as mathematics.

I even argued: "The teacher praised me today, you are talking nonsense!" "From then on, my little self-esteem was high, and I got the second place in my class in the final exam. You take out dozens of dollars for our top three as a reward, holding that heavy 8 dollars, just like a cheerful bird "flying" home happily. It was this $8 that released the dream of my life. On this bumpy road, I always think of the priceless 8 yuan and tell myself: I am actually great!

Perhaps, you have forgotten, perhaps, you are as memorable as I am. It was the second day of last semester, and my grades plummeted. Who knows, you still pay attention to my grades from time to time, and send messages to the students who live in your village, so that I must take time to go to your home.

I deeply remember that it was snowing heavily that day. I carried a heavy schoolbag and walked with heavy steps. Footprints on the snow all the way are full of deep and shallow worries. Until I saw your kind smile, I didn't know how the "villain" was troubled all the way. You said earnestly, "Since it is the season of budding youth, it is inevitable that there will be more or less troubles. I know your parents are both working in other places, and there are too many worries to tell. I'm worried about you, because junior high school is too important for you. I have high expectations of you among your students. I only hope that you can put your ideals right, work hard in your present and create your future. " I don't remember how I walked home. I just opened the diary of that year, and the dry ink said: In order to live up to Thern's ardent hope and love as my own, I must refuel and overcome all the difficulties at hand. ...

Despite the rainy season, I am lucky to have you as warm as my sister.

When the bud of youth crossed junior high school, your tenderness and thoughtfulness warmed my lonely years, accompanied me to count the helpless starlight, and gave me confidence and strength to look forward to the dawn that did not appear-to my half-sister and half-friend Cui Lan.

Looking across the community washed by the rain in front of the window, there is a bluegrass quietly staying in the next window, swaying in the wind and rain, blooming ... a familiar orchid-like smiling face passes through my mind, but I can always remember it unintentionally. Maybe it was my outstanding achievements in Chinese at that time, or maybe it was my unusual life experience. Shortly after I entered junior high school, you who taught us Chinese have a different kind of love for me, like a sister who knows how to be warm and cold.

Because of my poor family, all my family except me went out to work to earn money. In the original family of five, only mom, dad and brother were left. Live in my uncle's house, get up every day to fry rice and start a day of school life. At lunch, many students who are close to home go home for dinner. People like us, who are far away from home, can only eat in the canteen, and they eat food without oil or water every day. Sometimes, when I have no appetite, I would rather sit quietly in the classroom and write a diary I love, because that thick diary can understand what I want in my heart. Only in this way can I understand all my feelings of flying in the green season.

You came to my desk quietly, perhaps because you were too absorbed in writing. I don't know how long you were there, that's all I know. When I found you, your eyes were wet and a little red. I quickly closed my diary and reluctantly smiled and said, "What can I do for you, teacher?" You replied casually, "I bought some sparerib soup today, and I can't finish it by myself." I passed by the classroom and found that you didn't go to the canteen. Let's go and have dinner with the teacher. " I hesitated and said politely, "Thank you, teacher. I am not hungry today. " "If you are not hungry, you have to eat. You should grow up. Let's go and have dinner with the teacher. I am not interested in eating alone. It's a waste to throw away two or three plates, don't you think? "

I reluctantly walked into your dormitory for the first time. The spacious dormitory looks neat. In addition to appetizing food, there is a faint orchid fragrance, just like your name-Cuilan. From then on, no matter where I am, whenever I see orchids, I can think of the woman who often invites me to dinner, the woman who reads my mind but pretends not to understand.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, I entered cardamom since I was a child, and my physiology and psychology have changed a lot. My mother is not around, and all the changes make me feel at a loss, so that I have a sunset with excellent grades.

At this time, like your sister, you invited me to your light blue and fragrant dormitory, asked me what I thought in detail, gently pushed away my vacant heart and carefully enlightened me: "The teacher is not much older than you. You have experienced what you think now, but you trust the teacher. As long as you overcome this period, the road will be wider and wider in the future, and girls will strive for a happy tomorrow on their own anyway. Even if you can't get a doctorate or a master's degree, you should have a decent and relaxed job through your own efforts. After many years, you will thank yourself for all your efforts. " I don't know if I understood this sentence well at that time, but today, whenever my life is blocked, I can always think of this proverb. When I was thirteen or fourteen, the city was forever engraved with the fragrance of orchids. ...

Tonight's raindrops beat dusty memories with the ringing of the telephone. As soon as I called out the word teacher, both teachers called out my name. Long-lost intimacy brought tears to my eyes, accompanied by the drizzle under the eaves, nourishing the heart of a city. I thought I had been away from campus for a long time. I was the most disgraced teacher in the past. At this time, I realized from the teacher's deeply concerned greetings that the teacher had been worried about "friends like sisters"

Unforgettable poetry 4 time lyric prose is like a fish, seemingly wandering casually, and the sense of familiarity has slipped away most of the time. Now I just entered my sophomore year. Looking back on the past two years, I find that I have grown a lot. During this period, I benefited from the hard cultivation of many teachers, which made me from ignorance to sobriety. Speaking of which, I have to mention a teacher.

She is one of my elective course teachers, wearing black-rimmed glasses and smiling with bright eyes, more like a loving mother. His children are not much older than us, but they communicate with us very kindly. Now I think of her class, and it feels like a movie. It brings us not only the extension and construction of knowledge, but also our own experience and opinions.

She is such a simple and meaningful Chinese teacher. At that time, in the first class, she also said that she didn't expect so many people to choose her class this year, because her class had not been offered continuously for many years, either because there were not enough people or because it was not offered. Fortunately, she returned to the course of advertising design and appreciation. Through the combination of theory and practice, we can accurately grasp the shallow and deep context of advertising and supplement the familiar and unknown. At the same time, it will combine case theory to ask questions and inspire discussion. Once, when talking about colors in advertisements, I discussed why street lamps and billboards in life are yellow and orange. Facts have proved that yellow has more visual impact and warning function, which is not only conducive to the unimpeded traffic and the benefits of store publicity, but also can better grasp and use the colors in life and put them into practice, which is in line with the transformation and development of our school. Where are the application-oriented applications? Is whether we can create something better to apply to life and serve the society. Sometimes a lesson is not just about what you can learn, but more importantly, whether you feel the beauty of life with your heart and study and live better.

However, sometimes going to school will be boring, but occasionally elective courses will also become a relaxing space, because not only will you meet new friends again, but sometimes you will meet fellow villagers or friends you haven't seen for a long time. Naturally, you will find the course very interesting, because it is not only an exchange between students and teachers, but also an extension of friendship between students. The time at school is gone forever. We are all old, so we should cherish time and study time, because these years can only be spent in class. Especially the friendship during this period is particularly important and beautiful.

I remember one time, I happened to be a little late for something, but I still caught the last bell bus on time, and then patiently explained that I started my lecture, but from time to time, a phone call came in. I remember what happened in the city at that time. If I remember correctly, it should be Chinese speed recording, which requires several professional students to go, just as the person in charge needs to go, but I still finished the class and explained the reason for the postponement of the next class. In our opinion, you did your duty at that time, but you haven't done it yet. And you are so conscientious, treating students like your own children, doing your best to convey what students need most in the best way. Sometimes, for fear of forgetting the progress, I will type a blank page on the basis of the original PPT, so that it will be easy to find when I come next time, and it will not affect the progress. This is also your meticulous place. Life is like this. Treat it with your heart. In the end, good results will not slip away easily, and good people and things will slowly move closer to you.

There is another thing that once again proves your serious and dedicated attitude towards things and your love for life. There were a lot of calls in class, but you still turned them off for listening to the class, because you didn't want to delay everyone's time, but you still had to answer them later, because it was very useful. When you answered the phone, you said you were sorry. Sometimes, you are so MengMeng, so cute as a child. I write the phone number on the blackboard and then write it on my wrist with a pen. I was instantly shocked at that time. Teacher, you are so careful and punctual. From the moment you picked up a pen and wrote on your wrist, you completely conquered me. Now that I think about it, I feel vaguely visible, and this situation is vivid. At the same time, I also learned that no matter what I do, I should treat it with full enthusiasm and serious and dedicated attitude, because everything is needed at a certain moment, just like our professional courses, it should be specific and professional.

Sometimes you will find that the beauty of life lies in meeting, and there will be wonderful stories behind countless wonderful encounters.

In a blink of an eye, my junior year has entered the journey, and it is time for me to bid farewell to my alma mater in two years. How time flies, remembering the sentence "Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are many tomorrows." Will there really be so many tomorrow? The so-called tomorrow, is not yesterday's mouth today? If so, I will be a little depressed. Yes, we should try to grasp the present in the best time, and don't let the flowers of hope bloom tomorrow. Every day, where the sun rises, I have to tell myself that I must look up. Behind the hardships in life, we put aside hardships and troubles, as well as poetry and distance.

As the saying goes, teachers are hard-working gardeners, always watering the stars of the future. The lifestyle and learning rhythm of universities are different from those of junior and senior high schools. In fact, college is the most comfortable and relaxing time for most people. Although there were pressures and exams, it was a wonderful journey on the whole. Make some interesting friends in the university, find some intimate friends with the same interests and hobbies, and meet some knowledgeable teachers, and you will find that the university will be so full and happy.

Now think about the previous class, whether optional or compulsory, which is an indispensable landscape in this journey, and there will be some interesting and touching moments, and your image has become a different landscape in my journey, teacher.

Vaguely, the past is like smoke, thick or light, and it goes straight with the wind. On the boat of memory, your teaching and exhortation will be a good medicine on my way forward, guiding me when I am confused and waking me up when I am decadent. And you have become a part of my memory and will never disappear.

Unforgettable poems and 5 lyric essays. The fragrance floats. Night is like water. The laurel tree outside the window, I do not know when it has accumulated buds as thin as moss, sending a delicate fragrance, deep and quiet, into the heart.

It's the fragrance of osmanthus again. I suddenly realized that in two days, it will be the annual Teacher's Day.

I remember taking part in a speech contest on teachers' morality in June. A player sincerely and affectionately recalled two or three events of his university professor's life. The short story, though simple and plain, is full of the brilliance of human nature, warm and touching, and deeply touched every audience and judge present. When she was full of tears and tried her best to shout out the phrase "teacher, parents' heart", she was already sobbing. The audience was silent, then the applause thundered and lasted for a long time.

Like her, I have tears in my eyes, and it is difficult to hide the warmth and sadness in my heart.

I don't know what kind of erudite and wise morality and boundless love that teacher should have in order to keep his students in mind forever. How to make yourself full of peaches and plums and fragrant through subtle infiltration and persuasion? But I know that there are countless teachers and touching stories like him who deserve eternal respect and remembrance. In this bleak world, only teachers, the most glorious and greatest profession in the world, can support the present and future of a nation and undertake the rise and fall and responsibility of a nation. Only this fruitful and fragrant September can bear the hearts of caring teachers who care about the world and are determined to educate!

I can't forget the lyric prose of Shi En's six people all their lives, and they never stop learning from their teachers. From the day we were born, we have been stumbling and groping for growth and experience. As always, it is under the gradual, patient and meticulous guidance and education of teachers that the ignorant and immature mind can move towards maturity and rationality step by step, and the feet of knowledge and exploration can be so calm and firm. Without their lighthouse-like guidance, fraternity, humility, tolerance and trust, our life course may be another scene, even tilted or deviated.

I will always remember the first time I went to school. With longing, contradiction and shyness, I went to the temple of knowledge and a brand new, strange and mysterious world. Every step I take is so hesitant, so scared and so cautious. Can you really fly with your wings without the solid and warm mold of your parents?

Thanks to Mr. Lei Wanqun. Years later, her name and voice are still vivid. It was her smiling face and open arms that gave me enough confidence and courage. When I was urged and encouraged by my parents, I took the first step to her in fear and trembling. My lovely and amiable teacher Lei took the lead and picked me up face to face! Soft and warm breath, with the smell of sunshine and jasmine, came like a flood. A little strange, a little fresh, a little strange, but so real, so familiar, so harmonious.

After a brief dizziness, I reached out and caught her, which was natural and appropriate. There is no doubt that I immediately fell in love with this young female teacher of medium and slight fat. Pink dress, fluffy short hair, soft smiling face, enthusiasm and affinity all over her body make her look like an angel, beautiful, pure and moving, and she exudes holy brilliance. At that time, except my mother, I once thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her voice is also incomparable femininity.

After all these years, goodbye, Miss Lei. Time flies like dust. I am no longer that delicate girl, and she has already lost her spirits. But the scene when I met her is still fresh in my memory. And, forever!

Unforgettable poems and 7 lyric essays. I am glad that I met for the first time in my school career. As if it were some kind of inspiration, I met so many good teachers worthy of respect and remembrance during my later growth. If it weren't for her unique gentleness and intelligence, which made me feel and accept the unknown world defenseless, I think I would take more detours and be more embarrassed and hard on the road of growth. If Sanmao had met my teacher Lei, then her life might have been a different story.

Fortunately, God took good care of me. From small to large, the teachers I have contacted and understood can give me a lot of guidance and inspiration, and also let me move forward unswervingly along the course of my life. No matter how naughty and stubborn I am, teachers always love me with their fists, tolerate me, enjoy it and never give up.

What impressed me the most was Liu Xinyi, my head teacher in middle school. His height is 1 m 78, his shoulders are wide and his back is beautiful, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses adds elegance and charm to him. Every Chinese class is thriving in his unhurried jokes and explanations. His blackboard writing has always been smooth and gorgeous, straight and fine, and every word will tilt slightly to the right, with beautiful lines and unique style. For a long time, I will imitate it deliberately. The writing attitude is also meticulous. And his erudition, elegance and humor, in my opinion, are like a textbook that will never be understood.

My preference for literature is not only influenced by my father, but also guided and cultivated by Liu Xinyi. Of course, later teachers Li Zhonghui and Nie Ruibo also contributed. The habit of reading since childhood has made me feel at home in writing articles. My composition is always read in class. To this end, I have been complacent. It was not until that model essay was suddenly replaced by someone else that I was surprised. Anxiety, shame, great loss and contrast make me on pins and needles. Even some dark hate.

Always remember what the teacher said to me. "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside." If a person's ideas and attitudes remain unchanged, he will soon be eliminated. Social competition is so fierce, stagnation and narcissistic closure will ruin a person's life. My article is impeccable, but it is empty and gorgeous, lacking new and creative vocabulary. In other words, I have fallen into a pure self-writing mode. If I don't change my mind and incorporate some fresh blood, I am afraid that Zhong Yong will be easily hurt and regret it. This is the so-called "full recruitment loss".

Being struck is like being struck by lightning. I have never touched my soul so much. Although I was just an inexperienced child at that time, I can still see how heavy, true and profound this sentence is from the teacher's cold expression and tone! From then on, I began to put a low profile, studied under the recommendation and guidance of my teacher, studied hard and practiced hard, and soon stood out and was confident of success.

Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your sincere words. Thank him for telling the truth as a friend and elder. I am writing a manuscript now, and I still keep the habit of folding the paper by one third. Because the teacher once said that this can be modified at any time, added or deleted at any time, and you can leave some inspiration. You can also keep the page clean and beautiful. This habit, I think, I will continue forever. As long as you remember, you will be moved and warm.

Unforgettable lyric prose of kindness 8 In this world, only teachers who shoulder the mission of teaching and educating people can influence and change the fate of countless people. Even Confucius, a great educator, can learn from him humbly and word for word, thus achieving his great achievements in creation. And those who have achieved great success, who don't appreciate their teachers when they recall those years? Without the guidance of famous teachers, how can we look at the world and compete for the Central Plains? That's why there are so many classics and legends about respecting teachers, as well as the well-known phrase "I will be you when I grow up" and the affectionate phrase "m blue Flower".

Teachers are the hearts of parents. In everyone's school experience, there are personal feelings and experiences about forgiveness and detachment. No matter the difficulties in study and life or the fluctuations in thoughts and emotions, our teachers can observe and understand and give meticulous care and encouragement. Who can forget to freeze those warm palms in the cold? Who can forget the warmth of that umbrella in the oblique wind and drizzle? Who can forget the explanation and enlightenment of glowing in class? Who can forget a person's enthusiasm and painstaking efforts in tutoring? Who can forget the inspiring whispers again and again when frustrated? Who can forget the alert and awe-inspiring eyes after success? Who can forget those lines in the exercise book marked with painstaking efforts? After the dead of night, who can forget the silhouette of that window? Who can forget to be caring and attentive when you are sick? Who can forget the fatigue and relief of that dusty face? ……

Thanks to the teacher, the most important person in our life! It is their selfless love, their free hearts, their gentle palms and their wordless depth that hold up our future and destiny. Limited life thrives in their hands, creating the most beautiful place in the world. Perhaps, the silence of peaches and plums and the ashes of wax torches are their truest and most perfect portrayal. And I know that no matter how beautiful and gorgeous the praise is, it will lose weight and look pale and powerless in the face of their ordinary and simple greatness.

Then, let me show my great piety and send them the truest and simplest blessing: I wish you good health and a happy holiday! May you be full of peaches and plums and flowers!

Postscript: I want to send this article to all the teachers in the world, to my father, to my favorite sister, Hua Fei, and to all the happy teachers. Here, I want to say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard! I will never forget your kindness!