Chapter 1: Grateful teacher's composition Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I want to be grateful, grateful to my teacher.
I don't know when the flowers bloom, quietly, quietly, we, the successors of 2 1 century, came to this world, and slowly, slowly reached the school age. We will never forget how happy and happy we are for the first time in our lives. It turned out that the teacher's kind smile and gentle words played a beautiful music like a happy note, which made us crazy.
In this way, Mr. Lin planted a happy fire in our hearts, and our crisp and loud voice sounded from time to time on campus. What a kind of happiness that is! Therefore, all the happiness we feel is caused by teacher Lin's love. Miss Lin pinned all her hopes on us. When we feel the charm of knowledge, they are urging: students, don't forget to forge ahead; When we failed in our studies, Mr. Lin encouraged us: success begins here; When we are sad, Teacher Lin is comforting us: Come on, classmates! What unforgettable days! It is you, the glorious people's teacher Lin, who taught us how to face difficulties, how to feel life, how to cherish happiness and how to develop ourselves. Not only did you take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge, but more importantly, you taught us to be grateful to others. These dribs and drabs, touching scenes, embellish our life wonderfully and beautifully, and also consolidate our memories unforgettable.
Teacher Lin, if I am a flower of the motherland, then you are a diligent gardener; If I were a bird, you would be an updraft, allowing me to fly freely in the vast blue sky … Miss Lin, I seem to see a wrinkle on your forehead because of me; I seem to see a white hair growing for me in your hair. Teacher Lin, your kindness to me can't be described in words. Even if I use a thousand words, I can't express your gratitude to me. Teacher Lin, I will use the admission notice of key middle schools to prove that your efforts have not been in vain. Believe me, I can draw a perfect ending for my colorful primary school life.
Chapter two: I am grateful to the teacher for his composition, because the teacher helped me open the door to knowledge and let me wander in the ocean of knowledge. How many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons. Teacher, you are like a boat, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge; Teachers, you are like a bright light, illuminating my way forward; Teachers, like parents, you give me meticulous care; Teacher, you are like a designer, cultivating pillars for the construction of the motherland. We are a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom and thriving in the soil of knowledge. The kindness of the teacher has always been engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it. Dear teacher, you have inspired us to truly understand the grace of nature, and since then we have learned every green leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray. Dear teacher, your symbol is pure white snow. Just like Dong Mei singing a song of wisdom. You are the guides to lead people out of the maze of knowledge. Dear teachers, you are lighthouses, you can let the lost children return to the channel, and you shorten the distance between us and knowledge with friendship. Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea. Your inculcation is a clear spring of love that will flow in my heart forever ...
Your teachings are like the spring breeze, like Seo Woo, which will always touch my heart. Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless and the most sacred.
Peach and plum fragrance is your happiness, silent dedication is your quality, and you are the guide on our growth path. Teacher, your career is great, glorious and selfless. I am proud of your love for your career! Long night, you are at your desk. You are hard-working gardeners, cutting the flowers of our motherland with scissors. I am here to pay high tribute to the teachers who have taught me-teacher, you have worked hard! Finally, I wish all the teachers in the world!
Chapter 3: Grateful teacher's composition Blue sky, white clouds, green hills, gurgling water, bustling crowds, busy life, quiet campus, the sound of reading and sleepy sunshine are gently sprinkled into the campus.
When a ray of sunshine has not filled the whole classroom, you have already entered the classroom and waited quietly. When the classmates and companions walked hand in hand towards home, the figure gradually turned into a black spot, and you walked out of the school gate contentedly. As night falls and the cold wind blows, you still hold the lesson plan and prepare your lessons carefully. When students show their high scores in front of you excitedly, you will always say, "full of losses, modest benefits." When students look at the sky in a daze and tears fall with the wind, you will always say, "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! Life is not defeated. " Facing the dark blackboard every day, standing on the familiar platform, being "eaten" by chalk foam. You didn't complain, but you still "enjoyed" the hard work of the day repeatedly. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night" is your eternal portrayal.
Afternoon sunshine flows slowly, and a clear cup of respect makes your eyes touch the page and look up at the podium. You close your eyes wearily, enjoy that little nap, and look at your tired and great image with that familiar textbook in your hand. I know, I really know, I know the smile of the stone in the sand, the smell of the sea in the dew, and the jump of the autumn wind in the green leaves.
When it rains, the rain permeates the whole campus, covering the whole campus, as if taking a careful bath for the whole campus. Buds in bud on the playground are happily sipping nectar from the sky, and a cup of green tea stands leisurely on the brown table by the window. You sit quietly at the table, savoring the charm of reading. Occasionally, naughty classmates will play in the rain. Sounds like wind chimes hanging on the eaves. Occasionally, students will come to you to discuss problems, and they will be full of books and intoxicated in this poetic atmosphere.
In the dead of winter, the cold wind and the twelfth lunar month, you still braved the wind and rain to go to campus. The scorching sun scorches the earth. The responsibility of teaching and educating people reminds, urges and supports you as always.
Teacher, are you tired? Rest when you are tired. Yesterday, you dedicated your youth to us. Today, we dedicate our youth to the society. Yesterday, you gave us knowledge. Today, we dedicate our harvest to the society. Yesterday, you gave us love. Today, we pass on our love to the society. Some people say that if there is an afterlife, she would like to be her father's lover. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be your teacher and give you love and knowledge wholeheartedly.
Teacher, it is you who hold up my spirit and body, you fill the emptiness in my heart, you blow away the blocked buds and bring the fragrance of the garden.