Because, teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; But I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be expressed in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lectures are colorful, and each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, showing me a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and have a look. All this love, this garden full of peaches and plums, is paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with bloom's flowers falling, busy with fruit ripening and silently dropping leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are like a nameless root, asking for nothing in return, allowing the young trees to thrive and the branches to bear fruit. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere. You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When seedlings need a glass of water, never send a bucket of water; When you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. It is a good gardener's skill to pay in time and in moderation. My teacher, this is also your art of education. Whether studying hard or cold, when peaches and plums are ripe, it is easier to grow flowers than to educate people. The fragrance in the valley is extraordinary. Poetry and painting are all over the world, and talented people gather to smile. Teacher, you use the highest human feelings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your grades are national. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it with love ... over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and just look at the garden to be explored. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my profound teacher. It is the teacher's fire that ignites the students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle. Although thin, it is a little hot, illuminating others and exhausting myself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. Your language is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as kind as a gurgling stream, as warm as a running river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything boastful in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you never show off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your highest praise. Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear water. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world. The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the rear of the car; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who sprinkled the rain and dew all over the earth? Who worked so hard to raise seedlings? But you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! My teacher has worked quietly in the education post for decades. She selflessly dedicated her life to education and her students ... she was great. I remember it was a summer a year ago, and we were waiting for the teacher to come to class. Suddenly, a thunderbolt outside the window broke the peace of summer. Suddenly, time stopped, thunder and lightning, and the wind was blowing hard. The sky is getting heavier and heavier like a reproach, and it seems to be falling down. The rainstorm poured down like a waterfall. Raindrops shoot at the earth like bullets ... Look at this stormy weather, everyone says, "The teacher is definitely not coming." So, we all picked up books for self-study in frustration. Soon, the teacher braved the rain, and suddenly, the classroom remembered thunderous applause. "Sorry, classmate, I'm late today. Can you forgive me? " Look at the teacher's wetness. That kind voice warms us like a mother ... It's raining heavily outside the window, but the classroom is full of warmth ... In the past four or five years, the teacher has never missed half a class for us. This is our teacher, a conscientious teacher, a great and ordinary teacher! Teachers not only love their work, but also care about their students and love them as their own children ... that's the final exam. When I am too nervous, I commit an old habit-spasm. At this time, the teacher had just finished correcting a thick stack of homework. Seeing her, regardless of the tired body of the day, she resolutely carried me more than 30 kilograms with her tired body and went straight to the doctor. On the way, I fell on the teacher's broad shoulders. I just feel the warm current echoing in my heart. At that time, the scorching sun was scorching, there was no wind during the day, and the asphalt road was almost burnt out ... The teacher was tired and stood in the scorching sun with such a heavy thing on her back. She could stand it! Sweat rolled down her forehead one by one. The teacher stopped suddenly. "Xiao Wei, hold on for a while, it will be fine soon." The teacher asked with concern. From her tone, you can feel that she is trying to restrain her shortness of breath. I bit my lower lip tightly, fought back my tears and nodded. The teacher picked me up again, strode hard and walked forward step by step in the scorching sun ... and saw this picture. Why let the teacher work so hard; Why ... the sun is burning! You hide, don't let our teacher worry any more; Wind! You blow away the teacher's fatigue, don't let her suffer any more ... This is our teacher, a teacher who loves students like children, a great and ordinary teacher! Ah! This is our teacher, who has devoted her life selflessly. He is ordinary, but not ordinary. I love my teacher, but I love her greatness in ordinary life more! My teacher, my teacher, is very tall and doesn't look very fat or thin. Just right, he wears a pair of glasses on his face. He looks about thirty years old. He is a serious and kind teacher, that is, my tutor, Mr. Zheng. The teacher made it clear. He usually teaches seriously, so he can't teach the next unit until the whole class has met. When we are bored, he will say something interesting. Let's have fun, but sometimes, because we didn't do well in the exam, the teacher will punish us angrily, but I know that the teacher punishes us for our own good, and he wants us to remember. In the next exam, we will remember the punishment given to us by the teacher last time, study hard and try to do better. If the teacher is free, he will also chat with us. He will also ask us to go to the playground by ourselves when he is free. When teachers are in class, they will not only learn from our textbooks, but also tell us some common sense of life and enrich our knowledge. The teacher cares about us and loves us very much. When we do something wrong, he will forgive us first and tell us that if we make another mistake, we will be punished. The teacher very much hopes that we can become good students and useful people. We won't let the teacher down. Thanks to teachers, people usually compare naive children to seedlings, flowers, small trees and so on. Teachers who cultivate these seedlings, flowers and young trees, like hardworking gardeners, water, cultivate and care for every seedling in the garden with wisdom, love and sweat, so that they can thrive. There is an old saying in China that "teachers are like parents", which fully embodies the traditional virtue of "respecting teachers and loving teaching" of the Chinese nation and the noble morality of "loving life as a child" of teachers. People compare teachers to "loving mothers", mainly using "childlike innocence and maternal love" as the kindest, most sincere and most touching honorific words for female teachers. "Love is the golden sunshine." Lu Xun, a modern writer in China, said: "Education is rooted in love." Teachers' love for students is manifested in their unreserved dedication of energy, enthusiasm, talent and knowledge, so that students can get a better education and get the best results intellectually, spiritually and morally. Teachers should be called educators, and educators are engineers of human souls. People praise teachers like spring silkworms, "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, dedicate infinite love in life, weave brilliant clothes and warm the world." "Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely glorious. Spring silkworm is pure and clean, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a brilliant one; Spring silkworms are endless, and spinning is not limited ... These excellent qualities of spring silkworms are worthy of this title only by glorious people's teachers. People compare teachers to "spring rain" and students to "spring seedlings", which need watering. Our teacher is like a continuous spring rain, nourishing students' hearts with love, enlightening students' wisdom with rich knowledge, imperceptibly cultivating students' morality with excellent personality and cultivating students' hearts with selfless dedication. Teachers let the spring rain moisten the noble sentiment of the bud, adding infinite brilliance to the "spring rain". Now people compare teachers to "people's ladder"-"those who make self-sacrifice and selfless dedication to the success of others". People call teachers "people's ladder" because the glorious people's teachers have such excellent quality and spirit. Most teachers are trained in the field of education. They do not seek fame, profit or return, teach and educate people in obscurity and train talents conscientiously. Those students who have been admitted to universities and those who have achieved great success all step on their teachers' shoulders and regard them as ladders to climb the peak of their lives. Although life is hard, they love the future of the motherland and the hearts of students. Although it is a small candle, it burns itself out and illuminates others. It is precisely because these unknown teachers love and cultivate these students that thousands of talents in different positions in Qian Qian shine today. It is precisely because of the hard work of gardeners that many successful people have made brilliant achievements today under the correct guidance and their own efforts. Behind these successful people, besides thanking parents and friends, shouldn't we thank the teachers who have worked hard to educate, discover and encourage us? "Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. This is the love of devotees who sacrifice themselves to bring hope. " Dear teacher, the flow of time and space has narrowed the distance between you and me, but I will always miss your freshness! Just like the spring breeze with a hundred flowers blooming! The sun is shining and fruitful! Your guidance has given me ideal wings since I was a child. No matter what happens tomorrow. Or say from the heart, "thank you." You are like a boat, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge! ! My dearest teacher, September 10 is Teacher's Day in China. I have seen the traditional virtue of respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching since ancient times. Here I offer my most sincere advice-I wish you health and happiness forever! Peach blossoms bloom all over the world! I also want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard. I wish you a happy holiday. " You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is full of hot eyes ... you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of a group of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, and it will really last forever. Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy, so amazing. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart! You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the criterion of dealing with people. You are a model in the eyes of our students. I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you. You are strict with us and follow your example. Your exhortations, demands and even orders, once put forward, ask us to do it, but always make us believe in it and act consciously. This is your tall image in my heart. In my heart, you are the harshest father and the kindest mother. You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher in the teaching circle. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a character, a personality, and will always be treasured in my memory. Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, only this glorious name can have the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue sky! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, hangs high on our chest forever. Even if my temples are gray, I will call you teacher from the heart! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding us forward forever! Burn yourself without hesitation, releasing all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired! Some people say that a teacher's kindness is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty and admirable. I also want to say that the teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable. In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty". It is your charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone under the turbulent shade in the hot summer, and a guiding light in the foggy sea. Teacher, your words and deeds are unforgettable. You have a good education and are willing to be a ladder! Or praise the gardener teacher, everyone says that you have cultivated the pillars of the motherland; But I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be expressed in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lectures are colorful, and each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, showing me a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and have a look. All this love, this garden full of peaches and plums, is paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with bloom's flowers falling, busy with fruit ripening and silently dropping leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are like a nameless root, asking for nothing in return, allowing the young trees to thrive and the branches to bear fruit. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere. You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When seedlings need a glass of water, never send a bucket of water; When you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. It is a good gardener's skill to pay in time and in moderation. My teacher, this is also your art of education. Whether studying hard or cold, when peaches and plums are ripe, it is easier to grow flowers than to educate people. The fragrance in the valley is extraordinary. Poetry and painting are all over the world, and talented people gather to smile. Teacher, you use the highest human feelings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your grades are national. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it with love ... over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you cherish them in your heart and just look at the garden to be explored. If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my profound teacher. It is the teacher's fire that ignites the students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle. Although thin, it is a little hot, illuminating others and exhausting myself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. Your language is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as kind as a gurgling stream, as warm as a running river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything boastful in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you never show off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your highest praise. Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear water. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world. The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the rear of the car; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who sprinkled the rain and dew all over the earth? Who worked so hard to raise seedlings? But you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! Or my teacher. I am proud to have such a good teacher as me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind. In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I don't think she should be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. When I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right and wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher? However, in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Jiao's handwriting is also good, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember she used to talk to us all the time. Really, she looks a lot like her sister. If we have something on our mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so there will be no unhappy things! It seems that some students just like making mistakes. As long as it reaches Miss Jiao, nothing will happen, that is, what she gives them is simply crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't control it, but Teacher Jiao never criticized me, just talked to me for a while and then forgot! But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope it won't be hairy again. It's best not to have a minor illness and be a regular me. And I want to focus on the teacher's words: If I am a bird with wings, then you are the wind that blows my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil. I always want to tell you my sweet words, and I share them with you with joy. Last year, our class was always praised by others, and hygiene was always the first, but we also had an excellent head teacher! So do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can I be worthy of such an excellent teacher? So I hope the whole class will come on and let our class go up a storey still higher under the leadership of the teacher! * * * * * * * * * Fragment * * * * * * * My most respected teacher, one of my most respected teachers is my head teacher, Mr. Zhang. She is as strict with us as her mother and loves us. Teacher Zhang has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang asked me to rewrite it here. Teacher Zhang didn't let me go home until I wrote neatly and regularly. At that time, I hated teacher Zhang very much, and I thought, isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you want to write again and again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standard way. When I got home, I told my mother the reason why I stayed. My mother said to me, "words are appearances, and you can see a person's character from words." Teacher Zhang's strict requirement is to be responsible for you. Your good words are your own, and no one can steal them. "After listening to my mother's words, I understood the meaning of Teacher Zhang, which made me admire Teacher Zhang even more. From then on, I was like a first-grade primary school student. I practice writing every day. No matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and regularly. After a while, my handwriting became more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by my teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements! Teacher Zhang is strict with us in study and cares about us in life. There are 46 students in our class. In order to let the students devote themselves to their studies, Mr. Zhang visited every family during the break and knew every child's family situation like the back of his hand, thus giving us timely care. Teacher Zhang Can also observes people's faces! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If her illness is serious, she will personally take her classmates to see a doctor so that they can get timely treatment. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school hospital for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I am very excited. I am really proud to have such a teacher Yan who cares about us. This is one of my most respected teachers-Miss Zhang. My old teacher, my teacher is very busy. If you look at her, maybe a few beads of sweat will roll down from her head. Once, she went to another school, and the head teacher of the whole school had to go. But after class, all the other teachers went shopping, but xu teacher (my teacher) rushed back desperately. When she suddenly appeared in the class, the whole class was stunned by her appearance. Suddenly, the class was in chaos: someone was talking, someone was cheering, and someone was booing! Suddenly, a classmate stood up and said to the teacher, "xu teacher, all the other teachers have gone shopping. Why did you come back? " Xu teacher smiled and said to his classmates, "I came back to tell my father a paper!" After that, she handed out the papers to every classmate, and then began to talk seriously. At this moment, I found sweat in the teacher's ear and suddenly slipped down ... This is our head teacher xu teacher, what a responsible teacher he is!
There is no reason to be meaningful, daydreaming, the hope of parents ... What, aren't all the compositions open now? Just write it. Anything will do. Hmm. How interesting
I often hear my parents say that I have been born for more than half a month and have no name yet. That's because my mother was 00 years old, and when my father was 00 years old, I got 0000. 00, nature brought great joy to the post-00 generation, and they gave me this 000000, so that I can make my due contribution in my ordinary post. They also hope that I will study hard since I was a child, master more scientific and cultural knowledge, grow into a talented star and shine in my ordinary post.
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I don't know. I have been there before.