From grade one to now, many teachers have taught me, but what impressed me the most is the car teacher who teaches me Chinese now. Although she hasn't taught me for a long time, we have established a deep relationship between teachers and students.
Teacher Che is in his thirties, of medium build, with long curly hair and bright eyes embedded under his hair. Mr. Che's lectures are very affectionate and the classroom atmosphere is very active. The students all spoke actively, and all the students in our class liked her class.
As my parents are doing business in Chengdu, I also moved to Chengdu with my parents in the next semester of grade five. Because of the different textbooks, I know nothing about the previous texts and new words, and I can't answer many questions, which is very stressful. Teacher Che comforted her mother and said, "Yu Tao has great potential. As long as you work hard, you will definitely catch up! " Teacher Che also encouraged me to dare to answer questions in class.
In order to keep up with the progress of teaching, the teacher gave up his lunch break, often gave me a small stove and took pains to coach me. Thanks to my teacher's guidance, I have made great progress in my study. Thank you very much, Mr. Che.
Teacher Che is still our "class teacher". If something is unfair to us, Mr. Che will take the initiative to seek justice for us. On one occasion, a classmate didn't eat lunch at noon and immediately ran to tell Teacher Che. Teacher Che was very angry and said indignantly, "Without me, how could it be so unfair to the students?" As soon as the voice fell, Teacher Che went to talk to the teacher who cooked rice. It turned out that these students were late, so they didn't eat. Teacher Che turned to the students and said, "So that's it. You must make it clear in the future so that I can tell the teachers. "
Teachers not only care about us in study, but also care about us like loving mothers in life. Once, I got sick. At noon, Teacher Che asked me with concern, "Are you better?" And remind me: "remember to take medicine, so that you can get better soon." I couldn't help getting excited, and two lines of tears welled up in my eyes. Although this is just an ordinary sentence. This sentence is like a warm current, nourishing my heart. Let me feel the teacher's deep love for me. Although the weather in spring is still a little cold, I feel warm all over.
Teacher, you are a good teacher we admire!
Nothing in the world can express my gratitude to you. I will always remember this kindness of my teacher. Here I sincerely say: "thank you, teacher!" " "
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition 2. I have many people to thank since I was a child, but I want to thank you most-my teacher!
I still remember that when I first walked into a strange campus with fear, you stood by me like my mother, which made my heart no longer lonely. When I am confused, you always guide me out of confusion. You always have a kind smile on your face. From childhood to adulthood, it was the teacher who taught me inexhaustible knowledge and made our campus life more laughter.
I still remember that when I was in the first grade, I remember that once, the school had to get vaccinated. I walked slowly to the doctor, but my heart was pounding. When the needle was about to plunge into my arm, I finally burst into tears in fear. The class teacher on the side quickly picked me up and gave me encouragement. After listening to the teacher's words, I was no longer afraid-the needle was successfully completed. Looking at the teacher's encouraging eyes, I laughed to tears.
Teacher, because of your efforts and persistence, you gave me a precious golden key, which opened the door to my interest in learning. You are like a drizzle in spring, and we are like seedlings just drilled from the soil, sucking the dew of knowledge.
Remember, when I am in trouble, you are always the first to help me. When I was bullied by my classmates, you were the first person to stop and comfort me. When I did something wrong, you didn't criticize me, but talked to me gently, starting from small things, and let me understand the truth of being a man and doing things. When I-
Teacher, you have done so much for me. I know that I can't write down my gratitude to you in words, but I want to say to you most: Teacher, you have worked hard. I will study hard and repay you with the best results!
Thank you, teacher. Only by learning to be grateful and being a grateful person can we no longer be respected and loved by others.
Teacher Ren is the Chinese teacher in our class, and now she is also the head teacher. She has been teaching us since the fourth grade next semester. She is the person I admire most and the person I want to thank most.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, because of the poor grades in our class and various things, no teacher was willing to take our class. She is Ren, and she resolutely accepted our class. As a result, our class gradually succeeded from failure and won the title of "model class collective"
In the two and a half years of study and life, Mr. Ren is like a ray of sunshine, always illuminating our hearts, and like our mother, always taking care of us in every possible way. She told us to study, teach us to be human, teach us to be independent, teach us to be strong and learn to care about others.
She also often exercises our abilities. Every time we run a blackboard newspaper, Mr. Ren will let us find our own information and do it ourselves. Regardless of good or bad, Teacher Ren always encourages us with a smile, and her beautiful smiling face is deeply imprinted in our hearts.
Some people say that teachers are candles, illuminating the way forward with their own bodies; Some people say that the teacher is a gardener, carefully pruning the future master and the flowers of the motherland, but I want to say that the teacher is a big tree, carefully caring for every leaf that grows on his body until his death!
Here, I want to say to Mr. Ren: Thank you, teacher. You will always be the most beautiful teacher in our hearts! We will always remember you, forever!
Thank you, teacher. Today is Teachers' Day. I want to say to all the teachers: "Happy holidays!" "
I recall several good teachers that Yao Yao met in the past eight years, from kindergarten at the age of 3 to this year 1 1. As a parent, my heart is full of respect and gratitude to the teachers. They educated and infected my child with selfless love, making her childhood full of happiness and joy. On the road of her growth, the sweat and hard work of all teachers are condensed. Here, I would like to sincerely thank the teachers!
Yao Yao was not a beautiful girl since she was a child, not the kind of child that everyone loved. Habitual thinking determines that she will get less attention from the teacher. However, Yao Yao is a very lucky child. She always meets a good teacher, giving her selfless care and making her happy and confident.
Yao Yao is a minor celebrity in Chenghua Kindergarten, because she can't stop crying for more than half a month every day as soon as she enters school, and I'm almost ready to drop her out of school. The director promised me to give her another week to observe, and if it still doesn't work, she agreed to drop out of school. Later, the director and her class teacher, Wang Lala, constantly changed their strategies for her, making her a small monitor, handing out dishes and chopsticks to children when eating more, checking hygiene and so on. Yao Yao soon began to like school. It's amazing to have an official addiction at an early age!
Wang Lala is a very easygoing and enthusiastic teacher. Because she often communicated with me about her children's study, we soon became good friends. I often tell her about Yao Yao's behavior at home, such as her unwillingness to get dressed and get up on time, and so on. She will mention it in class the next day. The teacher's words were more effective than the imperial edict, and Yao Yao changed as soon as he got home. It is incredible that timely communication with teachers can change so much.
After I went to Mr. Wang's house, I knew that I was very busy at work, and Yao Yao was weak and ill. Every time I got sick, I fidgeted for a week. Teacher Wang paid special attention to Yao Yao's physical changes, and was able to take her to the outpatient clinic at the early stage of Yao Yao's onset, which not only controlled her illness in time, but also reduced my burden. Her meticulous care for Yao Yao often makes me feel that she is more like a child's mother.
Yao Yao is a little old for school. I want to jump directly to the big class after she has been in the middle class for half a semester to ensure her school age. Teacher Wang took the initiative to make up for Yao Yao's mental arithmetic. She took Yao Yao with her after school every afternoon, had dinner at school, and made up lessons for more than an hour. This persisted for more than a month, and Yao Yao made rapid progress in mental arithmetic. For three-digit exercises, every time I just report the numbers, she can accurately report the answers. I always feel sorry for Mr. Wang's contribution to Yao Yao. Her child is only one year younger than Yao Yao. As a mother, she pays more attention to my child just because Yao Yao is her student.
Yao Yao went to primary school at the age of 6, and the first-grade head teacher was Hu Yu 'e, who was older and full of love for the children. Every day when Yao Yao comes back from school, she plays the role of "little teacher" at home. I'm always amazed at how she knows so much. ! Don't ask "what our teacher Hu said!" She added an answer before every sentence. Teacher Hu teaches them Chinese knowledge, makes more use of the duties of the head teacher, and instills them with knowledge of safety, law and morality. Their enthusiasm and thirst for knowledge are constantly mobilized.
I remember when my sister just got online, she heard the warning from Yao Yao: "Don't indulge in the internet, be careful to be cheated!" On Mother's Day, Yao Yao sometimes makes me a small card and sometimes insists on washing my feet. Yao Yao learned the good habit of thrift at an early age, picked up a drink bottle and brought it to the classroom. The whole class sold the waste money to buy books. These changes in Yao Yao are attributed to Mr. Hu, who made me realize the standard of a good teacher again, not only imparting knowledge, but also attaching importance to their moral education, so that they can grow up healthily.
Teacher Lei is a math teacher in the second half of the third grade, and also the head teacher of the fourth and fifth grades. She is young, beautiful and full of energy. The appearance of Mr. Lei not only fascinated the knowledge of mathematics and science, but also gained special experience and gains by participating in the scholarly classroom activities of the school newspaper.
Yao Yao did well in school, but she was timid and introverted. I have tried my best to guide her in this respect, but it has had little effect. Teacher Lei attracted and changed with unique charm, and became bold and confident. The class cadres also do a good job, and sometimes they can be humorous and whisper to the teacher. On Teachers' Day, I will also think of giving small gifts to teachers to express my feelings. Under the guidance of Mr. Lei, he was awarded "Scholarly Family", "Little Mathematician" and "Student Blog" by the school twice in a row. Many awards have made Yao Yao famous at school and made Yao Yao more confident! Teacher Lei made me realize that personalized education is a new realm of education!
Teacher Xu Ruijuan is also one of Yao Yao's favorite teachers. She is a Chinese teacher in Grade Four and Grade Five in Yao Yao. Xu teacher is noble and gentle. She always moistens children's hearts silently, and she gives Yao Yao a new understanding of Chinese. Chinese is not only a way to learn words, phrases and sentences, but also a way to experience and feel beauty.
Yao Yao first brought back a parody poem "Little Pine Tree", which amazed me with her imagination. Small pine tree/why are your leaves so sharp/that's an embroidery needle/embroidered a beautiful winter. Every morning, xu teacher's morning reading class and Chinese class are the most anticipated. Every time I go home, she can't wait to read me the contents of their early education. Xu teacher's carefully selected wonderful poems show the other side of life. Life could have been so beautiful! Xu teacher not only teaches knowledge, but also teaches beauty!
Yao Yao is in the sixth grade this year. There is a new head teacher, Shen Jie. I haven't had a chance to meet the teacher yet. However, Miss Shen is very kind to her, and any good books must be recommended to her. She likes Miss Shen very much. I think she must be a good teacher too!
Yao Yao is lucky to meet a good teacher. Teacher Wang's dedication and enthusiasm; Teacher Hu's kindness and nagging; Teacher Lei's youth and vitality; Xu teacher's elegance and wisdom; Under the care and trust of Mr. Shen, every teacher has infected the children with his unique charm, opening a door of wisdom for the children.
Teachers can not only impart knowledge, but also love, beauty and happiness. Those words, symbols and letters are no longer so rigid, because teachers have become jumping and elves, because teachers, with life and vitality, can learn so easily and live so beautifully!
Thank you teacher!
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition 5. Every time I hear this song, I feel a surge of enthusiasm: thank your parents for their upbringing; Appreciate the teacher's teaching; There are also grateful students who help each other ........................................................................................................................................................................
Today, as usual, you gave us a careful lecture and helped us practice our grammar knowledge again and again, for fear that we might not master it well. No matter in class or after class, I can always see you giving us a serious lecture, so that we are all whispering about you. But none of us knew that you were giving us a lecture with a high fever.
After class, you should let the students "pass the customs" one by one, and there should be no "fish escaping from the net". Fortunately, I memorized the book and revised the paper. Just as I was leaving, you called me back and asked me to do the paper again. I had to do it again. I made some mistakes in changing interrogative sentences. You tell me carefully. After that, ask me if I understand? I understand the answer. You gave me a few more questions to consolidate, but you are still so patient and correct everything before you get off work with confidence. What moved me most was that I didn't realize that you had a high fever until I overheard you whispering with your colleagues when I was doing the problem. My eyes were a little moist. ...
When I got home, I told my mother about it. She also said that you are a good teacher and I will listen to you. I think I can only repay you with excellent grades. So, I want to say to you: "I must make you feel that your efforts are worthwhile." I sincerely thank your teacher.
Thank you, teacher. I have a teacher who is over half a year old this year, but I can't see that the teacher is lively and cheerful at all. At school, teachers are our big friends and our big classmates. She is our head teacher, Miss Shi.
Late at night, the students all entered a sweet dream, but the light in the teacher's room was still on. Through the glass, there is a familiar figure in that room, a teacher, who is giving us wholesale homework. Yes, that assignment reflects the teacher's hard work and love for us.
In a blink of an eye, I have been in Tongnan Primary School for six years. Every day here is beautiful and full, but the two years with Mr. Shi were the happiest time in my primary school.
In the past two years, there have been many "beautiful moments" between our big collective and Teacher Shi. Although these things have passed for some time, I still remember them vividly. They are like seasoning packets with different tastes, sour, spicy, bitter and salty ... more like clever little notes: some are low and some are high; One by one, a string, formed a sweet symphony, decorated our lives colorful!
Teacher, do you remember? We can get good grades in every competition, but I don't know how much effort you put behind it. Both singing and doing exercises cost a lot of money. In the last tug-of-war, we only won the second place, but we tried our best. You laughed, and so did the students. I will never forget the first time I went on a picnic with you. You led us to find spring and go to a nursing home ... how much sweat and effort did these things make you shed? Who knows? Although I have only been with you for two years, in this big group of Class 4, Grade 6, you are like a mother, and we are like your children. With your care, we have a good time in Dujiangyan every day!
Thank you teacher! In the past two years, you have given us meticulous care and made us feel the warmth of home. You taught us knowledge and made us understand the meaning of being a man. I have made mistakes and don't like reading. Although you have blamed me, I won't blame you, because this is your kindness and love for me. Every word in this discourse contains your love for us!
Hello, teacher, you have a heart that loves life like a child. You can treat every student equally and care about us from all aspects. Red flowers know the selflessness of green leaves best, and birds know the vastness of the sky best. As your students, we naturally know your good intentions best.
As the saying goes, "Give a peach a plum". Your teaching will benefit us for life!
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition 7. Time flies. I'm already a sixth-grade student. In the three years of studying with you, you are like a spring rain, sacrificing yourself to moisten your seedlings. You are like sunshine, illuminating every student's heart. You are an affable (persistent) teacher, and you never give up any students, including those labeled as "problematic" in every teacher's heart.
I used to be a child who was indifferent and inaccessible to everyone. I was silent in class until you took over our class, and you soon found me. Later, with your encouragement, I talked more and was willing to communicate with others. You praised me as a clever student, and your generous praise made me feel that you are a person who is so kind and fair to students, just like your own children.
You are an impartial teacher. Whether you are a good student or a bad student, as long as you make a mistake, you will lose face. I remember it was a Monday afternoon. I just finished my holiday and took classes all morning. This exhausted me, so I began to be distracted in your class and didn't concentrate on your lecture. I didn't expect you to find out at once. Your stern eyes fell on me and shouted, "Zhu Yuqi, come to my office after class!" "As soon as the bell rang, I walked slowly to your office with a nervous heart and bowed my head in front of you, like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to strike back. I thought you would criticize me severely, but I didn't expect you to say to me earnestly, "Zhu! You can't desert in class! If you miss something important, you will suffer! "After listening to your words, I know how stupid my behavior is.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher Zhu is a teacher who thinks of students everywhere and treats every student as his own child. Here I want to say to you: "thank you!" " "
Sixth grade: heartbroken and sad
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition 8. It is another season of fragrant golden wind. Looking at the golden leaves on the tree, I can't help thinking of you, my good teacher, Ding.
She is angular and graceful. The first time I saw her, wearing a windbreaker covered with lace, I felt full of energy and refined. There are a pair of amethyst-like clear and transparent eyes, coral-like red lips, relaxed beautiful eyelashes, short hair like golden fleece in the sun, and thin gold thread in a glass. Although the teacher has entered middle age, I can't see her actual age at all. I can imagine that the teacher must be more beautiful when she is young.
Once in a self-study class, I met a question I didn't understand and asked the teacher. Teachers always patiently explain, and I always listen carefully. I have never observed the teacher so closely: my eyes are wrinkled and my hands are no longer as smooth and delicate as before. Why? It was your classmates who stole your youth. Thank you for your selfless and regretless dedication to us.
Teacher! I am a tree planted by you. You have cultivated me diligently, let me thrive, let me bathe in spring, and let me roam freely in the ocean of knowledge. You are like a burning candle, illuminating us and exhausting yourself; You are like a piece of white chalk, shortening yourself and bringing up the next generation.
Thank you! My teacher, in this long time, you have paid too much for us. When we get along day and night, there is always laughter in our ears. This is what you shared with us.
Teacher, if you didn't sow beautiful seeds in our hearts, we wouldn't sprout and thrive. When I graduate, I must say to you, "Thank you! My teacher! " .
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition. Teacher Lin, although you have only been here for more than ten days, your voice and smile are deeply engraved in my heart. Although you have never laughed, you are also very strict. But we all respect you very much. You set a high threshold for us, but we have no complaints, because you are good for us!
We were all surprised when you came on the first day. What about the old teacher? Why change it? Now some students who like to make trouble don't care about the word "discipline" at all. When they first come, they will give you a scare: interrupt. But you are beyond our imagination, and you are no less strict with us than Mr. Mao used to be. However, there are advantages to being so strict. For example, the second week after you came, my ass began to sit still and I was a little absent-minded in class. However, under your reminder, I immediately sat up straight and my distracted eyes focused again. Looking at you, you continue your lecture with satisfaction. In recent days, I have put away my usual lazy state and come to your class with great interest every day. Even the classmates pay more respect to you. Some naughty students put away their arrogance and dare not talk nonsense. However, some people are still "rebels" and insist on making the class restless. You are very angry about this, and you have started a clear method of rewards and punishments, and finally stopped them. I was punished by you once, but you seem to be very tolerant of us, and every punishment can be within the scope we can accomplish. Being a teacher is an arduous task and hard work, but Miss Lin, you are like a red candle, burning yourself to illuminate others' hearts.
Teachers all over the world, your wrinkles are stretched and your temples are frosted, but your hearts are still so young and lively, never tired, sailing and sailing. Let me say to you affectionately here: "thank you, teacher!" " "
Teacher, thank you for your sixth grade composition 10. Now, I am a sixth-grade student, facing the teachers and classmates who have lived with me for six years. I feel reluctant to part with it. I want to thank my teacher, who taught me how to face my mistakes correctly.
I remember once, when Miss Li was reading several important words in a text, she read a wrong word. At first, we bravely argued with Miss Li.
Everyone blushed. Finally, a classmate took out his dictionary and showed the word to Miss Li. Miss Li's face is as red as an apple.
She admitted her mistake to us and said to us, "I shouldn't read this word blindly without looking it up in the dictionary." This is a mistake that a teacher should not make. Everyone should be punished for doing something wrong. Therefore, I will write this word 50 times after class and post it on the bulletin board to warn every student. "
At that time, we thought that Miss Li was talking casually. I didn't care. I don't think it's a big deal. It's not worth writing fifty times.
Unexpectedly, Miss Li really posted her on the bulletin board fifty times, and more than fifty times. At this time, I really want to say to the teacher: "thank you, teacher." You let me know how to face my mistakes and how to correct them.
As the saying goes, "You can correct your mistakes, but it's not good enough." Of course, we will forgive Miss Li.
Up to now, those "fifty times" have been imprinted in my heart for a long time, and I will never forget them. It will be a lesson for everyone, a memory, or maybe a memory of my junior high school.
Teacher, I will always thank you. In the past six years, you have taught us endless knowledge, and I will always remember you in my heart. Of course, you also taught us a lot about being human.
Thank you teacher!