Thank the teacher for the seventh grade composition 1. Who taught you to study when you stepped into the school gate? Who patted you on the shoulder and praised you when you did well in the exam? Who gave you silent encouragement when your grades were not satisfactory? It is the teacher, the teacher's hand, dexterous, magical, full of creativity and wisdom, and I don't know how to shape more outstanding talents!
My teacher's surname is Pan. She has short black hair. When she stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, her hair will shine. She wears a pair of glasses, which makes people feel very polite and talented. She is also very gentle and makes people feel warm.
I remember one time, I did badly in the exam. After class, all the students went out to play, and I was the only one crying silently in the classroom. Just then, Teacher Pan came over and touched my forehead and said, "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " ? Is my score wrong? "I said," No, sir, you didn't get the wrong score. I am very angry because I didn't do well in this exam. " Teacher Pan said gently, "It doesn't matter, just do well in the exam next time, but this time you must understand all the wrong questions, or you won't be able to do this kind of questions next time." I said, "I will definitely understand these topics." The teacher said, "You won't ask me again." I said, "Thank you, teacher. "
In the future, whenever I have a question I don't understand, I will ask Mr. Pan, and he will tell me patiently. However, sometimes I can't even understand what the teacher said. The teacher was not only angry, but also taught me that "you must listen to the teacher carefully in the future." I nodded at once.
Since then, my grades have gradually improved. Thank you most, Mr. Pan.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher, you opened my heart with your earnest instruction and deep encouragement, and let me spread my wings and fly. Teacher, because of you, I have a vision and an ideal. Teacher, you are the tireless wind, pushing our boat to sail and sail; Teacher, you will always be the helmsman of the work and the direction of our progress!
Thank you, teacher. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. When we first entered the school and became a student with great joy, the teacher left a deep imprint on our hearts-sacredness, greatness and selflessness. I like teachers to give us lectures and write, and I like to look into their beautiful eyes ... everything they say and do makes me admire. They teach us how to learn and how to be a man. Under their guidance, we listened quietly and concentrated on our studies. ...
In the second grade, a new English teacher, Miss Zheng, came to our class. It was Mr. Zheng who changed my attitude towards learning English. I used to get dizzy when I looked at English. Now, I'm clamoring for an English class. Teacher Zheng's class is like chatting, even more relaxed than playing games. The teacher is humorous, and his speech is very interesting, which often makes us all laugh.
I remember once, students recited English together, and individual students read slowly, which made the collective reading very unpleasant. The teacher wants to criticize several students who don't study hard, but her criticism method is different. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zheng thought for a while, blinked his eyes, and pretended to be serious: "A mouse shit ruined a good pot of porridge. Whose is the mouse shit? " She deliberately drawled and glanced at everyone. Suddenly, the whole class burst into laughter. However, we immediately understood what the teacher meant. Then, we read the text neatly again This reading is much better than just now. Under the education of Teacher Zheng, I like English more and more. My English scores have also soared, and Mr. Zheng's praise and encouragement have also increased my confidence.
On the way of growing up, there are many teachers who care for me. I can't forget that the Chinese teacher taught us to write hand in hand last week. I can't forget that the teacher told us an interesting math story in a hoarse voice in math class last week. I can't forget that in science class, xu teacher asked us to operate interesting experiments. ...
I have endless gratitude and deep blessing to my teacher. When we are full of joy and harvest rich fruits of knowledge, we think of you again-teacher. You are the eternal road lamp in our hearts. Thank you, dear teacher!
Thank you for your seventh grade composition 3. Teachers are like hard-working gardeners, caring for the flowers of our motherland; Teachers give us warm sunshine like the warm sun; Teachers are like a clear spring in summer, giving us sweet spring water. ...
Teacher, in class, we are not serious and don't listen. You are always shouting in the air, but we are afraid, but we dare not say it because it is our fault. We are under the podium, some people are angry and some people are afraid; Some people are still gossiping ... Teacher, what have you gained from your efforts? Our good grades, our good titles? We yearn for these things as much as you do, but because of your discipline, we have these good grades and bad grades. Some people will feel sorry for your hopes and efforts, but others will not. Every time we play a game or something, everyone is practicing during recess. We didn't practice much, but we won the first place. This is inseparable from the hard education of teachers. It is because of the teacher's strict discipline and shocking eyes that we admire you and we are convinced of you. Teacher, why do you discipline us again and again? For our future success? So that we can win honor for you in the future? Yes, because of your education, we can make great achievements in the future. Respect you? This is necessary, even if it can't win you honor, it can't bring you shame.
Teacher, class is over. The students had a good time. What about you? But sitting in the office correcting homework, we have a rest, but you are still staying up late. We still miss you very much when you are on a business trip. It is because of your strictness that we miss you. Teacher, we thank you for your strict discipline and kind eyes. It is your inculcation that has turned into wisdom in my mind, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation. Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always in my arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can we not care about you! Without your generosity, we wouldn't be where we are today. Thank you very much, my beloved teacher!
Thank you for your education, thank you teacher. ...
Thank you, teacher. Teachers, engineers of human souls, burn themselves like candles to illuminate others. Since ancient times, how many people have praised teachers' poems, and how many people have praised teachers' language and writing? ...
My parents are teachers. When I was a child, I watched them correct their homework, prepare lessons under the lamp, tutor students in the house and watch their backs. I am full of respect for my teacher!
I didn't transfer until the sixth grade. When I came to the office to see Mr. Zhang, I felt a sense of being respected. Teacher Zhang's kind face and kind smile will never be forgotten. You read my homework carefully and criticized my shortcomings. You also asked me carefully about my original situation and gave me encouragement.
Maybe it's a stranger to the new environment, maybe it's a stranger to new classmates, maybe it's a memory of the original classmates. I am distracted in class and my energy is not concentrated. I was absent-minded again in class once. You asked me to answer the question, but I can't. After class, you called me out and severely criticized me. I can't believe that the always amiable teacher has become so strict. After the criticism, considering that I'm a new student, you specially used a class to let the students introduce themselves. Perhaps for me, criticism is the driving force for my success. Criticism makes me study harder to avoid being criticized again. In the days to come, I study harder and you encourage me every time I make progress.
A good teacher should be kind and strict with his students! A good teacher should set an example and teach students how to behave!
At that time, you were in poor health, so you could ask for leave from school to recuperate. But you didn't. You didn't leave us. On the contrary, you attend class with illness. Maybe we didn't realize it. Every class is noisy, which makes you angry and hypertensive, and you faint on the three-foot platform. I'm in the hospital. I know you were thinking about our naughty children and our studies when you were in hospital. When you left the hospital, you didn't take good care of yourself, but gave us lessons and knowledge. When your voice echoes in the classroom, our hearts are full of fighting spirit. We must study hard and repay everything you have done for us!
Teacher Zhang, you not only taught the knowledge in books, but also taught us to be human by example! Thank you teacher! thank you ...
Thank you, teacher. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I'm already a graduate student.
"The happiness you strive for will always belong to you." "If you don't study hard today, you will find a way to find a school tomorrow." "How can you see the rainbow without going through the storm?" These are the three school mottos that you specially gave us to make us study hard. Moreover, there are five different types of idioms on the back blackboard every day, which you arranged for us, so that we can fully accumulate idioms.
Primary school teacher, you care about us not only in study, but also in life.
I remember a time when it was very hot. Students who used to be wrapped like zongzi took off their thick coats, but the temperature dropped again in a few days. Afraid that we don't know the weather, the teacher said before class, "Students, the temperature will drop these days, so put on more clothes to avoid catching a cold." When I heard that sentence, I immediately felt your concern for us.
Another time, I had a stomachache. Although I took the medicine, my nephew lit a lantern-as usual. In class, all the other students are listening to your lecture attentively, and I am the only one sitting at the desk. Teacher, look at me slouching on my desk. I'm usually alive and kicking. You were probably afraid of disturbing other students, so you quietly came to me when they were reading, leaned down and asked softly, "Sheng Xueyun, what's wrong with you?" After listening, I sat up in pain and answered you: "I have a stomachache." After hearing this, you were afraid that I would have a fever, so you put your hand on my forehead and tried the heat. You see that I don't have a fever, so you ask me with concern, "Why don't you go to the clinic?" "No," I said, "I took medicine." After listening to this, you told me to rest on my desk before I left safely.
Teacher, thank you for illuminating our way forward like a candle. Thank you for cultivating us like a gardener; Thank you, like a ladder, for helping us climb the peak of scientific knowledge ... primary school teacher, thank you!
Thank you, teacher. Time flies. Yesterday's happy primary school is still fresh in memory of time. I will never forget your help to us. Thank you, teacher.
Junior high school life is no longer as innocent and carefree as primary school students. Even if you accidentally fall, no one will pay attention to you. This reminds me of you, teacher.
You, who are slightly fat, always wear that bright smile and let you come to our class as the head teacher right after graduating from college. We spent too much time together, you made me understand a lot, and you gave me a lot of guidance and help on my way to further my studies. I sincerely thank you, teacher.
What impressed me the most was the graduation day. You have a bunch of mysterious gifts for us to guess. Everyone is whimsical and has different views on what his gift is. I was shocked when I received the gift you gave me. It's an album, and the love on the surface is very warm. "Open it and have a look." Your voice warms my heart. I slowly opened this photo album and found that it was full of photos of my primary school days. Every game, every host and every award was recorded in the photo album. It really made me overjoyed, like the warm breath of spring. Thank you, teacher. You can imagine how long it took you to make this photo album.
On Teacher's Day, I came to visit my teacher with everyone. Only by chatting with my classmates did I know that everyone had received ingenious gifts from the teacher, and things like diaries and flowers were very warm.
Chatting and chatting, I finally met the teacher and realized that the teacher is happy. The body is getting more and more blessed, but what remains unchanged is a warm smile and considerate words. It seems that we all went back to two years ago, when we were carefree eleven or twelve years old and laughed with our teachers. ...
Time always flies, and we all say goodbye to our teachers one by one. I left this familiar place again, but I, no! We will all remember who inspired me when we were in trouble, protected us when we were injured and blessed us when we left. Those other warm gifts are engraved in our hearts. It's you, we won't forget you, we are all the closest people. Thank you, teacher.
Thank you for your seventh grade composition 7. The autumn wind is cool and the maple leaves are flying. I walked alone on campus and passed a class in the teaching building. I saw a teacher ask a girl to answer questions, but the girl didn't answer. The teacher hit her many times with a stick. I suddenly felt as if my heart had been pricked by something, and that scene seemed to have been seen somewhere.
I remember a Chinese exam in the seventh grade. I got the highest score ever in junior high school, and I was very happy. When I got the paper, I found some questions that I shouldn't deduct. In an instant, my heart fell to the bottom again. Suddenly, you said you wanted to comment on the paper. When you talked about extracurricular reading, the question said, "Why do you write about snow …" and you just called me. I looked at my paper blankly and found that I had made a mistake. "Come on!" Then you quickly came up to me with a stick in your hand. "It, it's here to pave the way." Hit me with a stick, "I said yesterday, what indicates what, didn't you hear?" Say it again. "You kept gesticulating at the small paper roll in your hand." The snow paved the way ... "You later hit me several times and called me fooling around. I feel my body shaking. I feel that I have fallen into a deep pool full of grievances, and my eyelashes are covered with crystal tears, dripping on pale paper.
After that, I hated you, and I always hated you. But when I went to the book city again, I saw a famous book, and a sentence in it really woke up the dreamer! "I love you if I hit you, if I tolerate others." I love you because I hit you. Maybe I shouldn't hold a grudge against you. I should beg you to be me. Teacher, I was really wrong. Teacher, I'm sorry. Besides, I want to thank you, because you let me know that my knowledge is not solid.
If the teacher is a gardener, then I say you are like a bright light. A station lit up the dim light in my heart, thank you, teacher, thank you!
Thank you, teacher. Teacher, what a beautiful noun. On the road of life, teachers don't know how much they have paid for us ...
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Who is more suitable than the teacher?
Recall that three years ago, when we first entered school, we were all a group of children who were wet behind the ears. It is the teacher's inculcation that makes us grow up slowly. I remember when I was in the first grade, my grades were not satisfactory. Exams often get less than 70 points, and sometimes they fail. Therefore, my personality is very introverted. Many teachers ask me questions, but I dare not raise that hand very high. Fortunately, my first teacher, Mr. Liao, found my abnormality.
One morning, the teacher just asked a question, and many students in the classroom raised their hands. The teacher looked around and saw these students again, and said, "Why did these students raise their hands again? Today I want to ask a classmate who doesn't raise his hand to answer. " I was so nervous that I kept praying: "Don't call me! Don't call me! " But somehow, the teacher's eyes fell on me. "Peng Gefeng, pick it up!" "I stood up timidly and stammered out the answer." That's not your answer. Is that good? Why don't you raise your hand? Have confidence in the future, raise your hand more. "The teacher said kindly. Hearing this sentence, I sat down with a red face. Yeah, why don't you raise your hand to answer if you know? So, I read every text first to know new words. When I finished the second volume of Senior One, I rose from the penultimate in my class to the top ten. When I was a sophomore, I went straight to the top three. Facing my rapid progress, even I feel incredible. However, I know that my progress is closely related to my teacher's words.
If we are compared to flowers, then the teacher is a diligent gardener, who teaches us the truth of life. Thank you teacher!
Thank you, teacher. Teacher, do you still remember the silent me? It's been over two years. Did the ruthless years dilute your impression of me?
Do you understand, teacher? How excited and happy I was the day I learned my grades! I am happy for my good grades, and what makes me happy is that I have not failed your hard training! At that time, how I wished to say thank you! But I have no courage and no chance. Thank you teacher! It is your tireless teaching that I can get good grades. Success does not belong to me alone! At that time, in addition to thank you, I wanted to say thank you!
But since I entered junior high school, I have been confused! All my former good friends have left me, leaving me alone. I struggled in the sea of learning, but failed again and again. I was disheartened and began to indulge myself, and my grades plummeted. I have no confidence to cope with my study. Whenever I am on the verge of despair, it is you who lend me a helping hand again and again. At this time, your kind words always linger in my ears. "Anyone can be disappointed in others, but not in themselves!" You make me regain my confidence again and again. Sorry, teacher! Students will erode your knowledge a little! Every time I see graduation photo, every time I look up and see the prize I won with sweat, I always feel unspeakable guilt! At this moment, I want to say sorry to you!
I am in grade three this year, and I know very well that what I am about to deal with is the senior high school entrance examination. This year, I was assigned to a new class and prepared for the war alone again. I don't know whether success or failure is coming to me! Teachers and students must do their best. I believe that as long as I work hard and persist, I must be greeted by a gorgeous rainbow, right? Teacher, you will trust your students, right?
Tomorrow is Teachers' Day. Teacher, please forgive the students' cowardice. Students don't have the courage to say to you personally, "Happy Teachers' Day!" "
Thanks to the teacher's seventh grade composition 10 teacher, simple occupation, the same day after day; Teachers, a selfless profession, like a candle, illuminate themselves and others; Teachers, a glorious cause, are engineers, shaping the pillars of a country.
The teacher is a diligent gardener and gives us enough nutrition every day. When the books rang in the busy school, the teachers began a new day's hard work. The first is to correct homework. Students do their homework not necessarily on purpose, but the teacher must do it on purpose. They will carefully revise every page, every question and even every word. The second is to have a good class. Beautiful ppt and important details are all prepared by the teacher after a hard day's work.
Teachers are the messengers of morality, guiding us to the right path. When classmates fight, the teacher will appear in time to give them ideological guidance. When a classmate is injured, the teacher will teach us to help him. When dangerous events happen in society, teachers will teach us preventive measures.
Teachers are the force for progress. When students have no confidence, teachers will enlighten and encourage them. Some of them were timid when they were young. It was the teacher who restored their confidence and gained endless strength. In a competition, I had no confidence. It was your responsive eyes and earnest encouragement that made me go forward and win the certificate.
Don't think that the teacher's scolding is heartless. He just wants to give you encouragement. He just wants you to do better. In fact, teachers, like parents, just want you to have a bright future, just want you to get ahead, just want you to be a pillar of the country.
"Grateful heart, grateful to have you. Let me have the courage to be myself all my life … "We must remember our teachers, their help, their courage and everything they bring you! Let's be grateful to the teachers with a grateful heart!