In our daily life, everyone will often come into contact with essay writing, through which we can gather our scattered thoughts together. You always can't write a paper? The following is my essay on Shi En (7 general essays), hoping to help you.
Time flies. Unconsciously, I have been promoted to the sixth grade. Looking back on the past five years at school, I have a lot to say to my teachers.
Teacher Liao, Senior One and Senior Two, I have something to say to you: I remember that once in a tug-of-war competition, the girls in our class won the runner-up. You were very unhappy and said to us, "You girls lost, so you can't win a prize." Only boys can because they won the championship. " When I heard you finish that sentence, there was only one word in my heart, and that was "hate" because we did our best, didn't we? But now that I think about it, it was really childish at that time. In the second grade, more interesting things happened, such as rubbing jiaozi and eating hot pot.
Third, Xie Xingzhen, a third-grade teacher, I have something to say to you: During the time you taught me, there was one thing that I will never forget, and I will never forget it. That is, before every big exam, you always leave us a lot of questions and homework to strengthen our practice. Although we were reluctant to write at that time, we were very depressed whenever the exam results came out. At the moment of seeing the results, the class cheered constantly.
In the fourth grade, I changed my teacher, Xu Ruifang. Thank you for your careful teaching and your tolerance for our carelessness and rashness.
Finally, I would like to thank Teacher Zhu Jieru of Grade 5 and 6. With your love and patience, you led us a group of preserved eggs and made us have a happy learning environment. There is only one thing, which is also your greatest feature. Every time I discipline my classmates, my voice is particularly loud. I really wanted to find two earplugs to use at that time!
During my study, every teacher I met trained students in the most professional way. I hope we can apply what we have learned. I don't know how to repay your kindness. I think the best gift to repay the teacher is to study hard!
Teacher's Essay 2 "Stars shine in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is bright all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, whenever I think of you, my dear teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart ... "Whenever I hear this elegant and beautiful song, I can't help but think of the bright lights in the teacher's room and the tired figure that night. Teachers illuminate themselves like candles, illuminating our way forward; The teacher is like a piece of chalk, which outlines the outline of knowledge for us, but goes up in smoke; Teachers are like a paving stone, let us sail to the other side of success. During my six-year primary school career, I gradually understood the greatness and selflessness of teachers.
I still remember one time in physical education class, I tripped over a classmate and my palm was smashed. It was the first time that the teacher picked me up and cried. He washed my wound with clean water, disinfected it with disinfectant, then rubbed my medicine and comforted me from time to time. At this time, my wound seemed to be cured by the teacher's words, and my pain seemed to be dispelled by the teacher's deep love. ...
On the surface, the teacher is very strict with us, but in fact, he thinks of us everywhere. His carefully arranged homework is to let us adapt to the busy study life as soon as possible in junior high school; He asked us to extract good words, sentences and paragraphs every day, let us read extra-curricular books every day, accumulate more writing materials and improve our writing level. He asked us to practice calligraphy every day so that the words we wrote would not be laughed at by others ... He taught us to cherish life and time, but he killed precious time for us.
The white hair on your head and the wrinkles on your forehead are the best testimony of your efforts. I seem to see that some black hair is white for me and some wrinkles are born for me. Ah, unforgettable teacher's kindness, I want to sing a song for you: "On the new Long March, teachers have made new contributions, and successive successors have thrived, shouldering the hope of the motherland and rushing to all directions." You always stare at me with tears. " Ah, every time I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart ... "
Teacher's essay 3 I thank the warmth of spring and the moisture of spring rain; I am grateful for the fresh air and lightness of the wind; I thank the birds for playing the Spring Festival songs for me, and the wild flowers for giving me smiling faces. I thank my parents for giving me life and all those who care about me. But in my gratitude dictionary, "teacher" shines particularly brightly.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Accompanied by nature and relatives, I grew up happily. Time accompanied me to usher in a beautiful spring full of vitality and send away a cold winter. In this happy day, I have experienced more than ten bloom flowers. In the years when I was growing up, teachers were a guiding light on my way forward. They changed my ordinary life and drew bright colors in my blank life.
The warm spring in bloom gives people a wonderful feeling and gives me a feeling of gratitude. Life in junior high school flashed by. Although some pictures have been blurred, I still can't help but feel grateful to the teacher.
To make people feel grateful, one doesn't have to do anything earth-shattering. Life is trivial, and so is gratitude.
I tried to explore my memory, but it seems that there are still indelible marks in my mind.
In autumn, the changeable weather is boring. What I remember is that I cried in front of the teacher. The teacher enlightened me and comforted me. At that moment, I mistakenly thought this was my mother.
In winter, the biting cold makes people cringe. With their firm eyes, teachers shouted loudly to warn us and inspire us to move forward.
In spring, the teacher fights with us on an empty stomach until the end of time.
In summer, the teacher gave me a sentence and wrote down an eternal memory.
These are just simple moments, but they are also moments that make me grateful. Time flies, the teacher's face is always tired and happy.
"Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" is the gratitude of fallen leaves to the roots; "But the grass is one inch long and returns three rays of spring" is the children's gratitude to their mother.
Spring has come, and in the spring breeze, I write down my blessings and gratitude to the teacher.
Teacher's Essay 4 Flowers are grateful for the rain and dew, because it moistens 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 am grateful to my teacher, because the teacher opened the door of wisdom and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge. In the process of my growth, I have always been accompanied by a deep love for my teachers.
Teachers are sacred occupations under the sun. People say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. Indeed, for our growth, teachers are the disseminators of culture, leading us to swim in the ocean of knowledge; Teachers are the leaders of our growth and teach us how to behave and do things; Teachers are our friends, respect, understand and care about our growth; Teachers are our role models, and their words and deeds will benefit us for life. ...
Teacher love is invisible and intangible. Like many parents, they all have the heart of "wishing their children success and their daughters success", but this kind of love has nourished the hearts of students. Teachers have devoted their lives to their beloved teaching career in obscurity. I want to thank the teachers for everything they have done for us.
Dear teacher, because of you, our world will become so beautiful. In the chaos, there is a bright light, a confused night sky and an eternal Beidou. You shoulder a sacred mission, you shoulder the future of the motherland, you shoulder the prosperity of the nation, and you shoulder the heavy responsibility of history. In this way, generations of teenagers grow up healthily under your care and move towards great prospects under your attention.
You have paid too much for me, as deep as the sea and as high as the blue sky. Teacher, in my eyes, you are magical. I finally understand the truth that "spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night". Because you are engaged in silent dedication and selfless dedication. I sincerely thank you, my teacher! Thank you for everything you have done for me! In the future, no matter whether I become a towering tree or a low shrub, I will bless you with green life-my teacher!
As the saying goes: "One day as a teacher, life as a father." The ancients "tasted a hundred miles away" for their teachers. This shows how important teachers are to us.
I have lived in the school for six years since I first entered the school. I have met many teachers, but I have never been red-faced with a teacher, because I know the greatness of teacher love, and I know that there is nothing to repay the kindness and affection of teachers.
I still remember that I was just in the first grade, and I was still a babbling child. I stepped into the school gate with curiosity and beautiful fantasy and met the first teacher in my life. At that time, I was always full of curiosity and always asked the teacher some silly questions now, but the teacher never got bored, always patiently and meticulously explained every "profound" question to me and told me a beautiful "story", just like a baby snuggling in its mother's arms and listening to the story. He taught me the truth of being a man and the truth of life. Although it always sounds confusing, just like listening to a gobbledygook, I have benefited a lot from it now. I really appreciate her. I have no gratitude to my teacher for his kindness. I can only remember this teacher's feelings forever!
With gratitude and nostalgia for the teacher, I entered the second grade and met a new teacher. At the age of eight, I am no longer as cute and naive as I was in grade one. For teachers, there is a new kind of gratitude, thanking them for giving us knowledge and correcting homework at midnight every day. There is nothing to repay this gratitude, only to remember the teacher's feelings forever!
With this gratitude, I went to the sixth grade and graduated from primary school. Life has begun to take a step, and the teachers are leaving me. My gratitude and yearning for them are beyond words, only my inner gratitude. The kindness of the teacher can't be repaid. Only by making them proud and happy for me with excellent results will their goodness be in my heart forever!
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.
6 o'clock, nearly midnight, the light is still on. I know it was the Chinese teacher who stayed up late to correct homework again. I wonder if her body can handle it. Looking at the dim light, I can't stop thinking about the original dribs and drabs ... "hasn't your mother come yet?" The students have all left. "Looking back, she stood behind me and told me that there were some tears in my eyes, and the complaining eyes were understood by her, and she began to comfort me. Seeing that it was getting a little dark, she said to me, "Why don't I take you home? "I just wanted to say that I didn't need her to see me off. Before I could say it, she had picked up an umbrella, took my hand and walked under it together.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and I suddenly shuddered. The teacher seems to feel cold, too She asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little, but it's okay. Teacher, I'm almost home. " But she took off her coat and put it on me. I always remember that those hands and that simple dress gave me infinite warmth. When I came home unconsciously, I stood at the door and watched the thin figure of the teacher gradually disappear in the rain ... The next day, the teacher didn't come to school. I heard from other teachers that she had a high fever after going back yesterday and asked for leave today. I felt so guilty that I went to see my teacher after school. I said, "Teacher, you have been in poor health, why do you still ...? I am a child, I am in good health, and I will be fine soon. What about you … "I started to cry, but the teacher smiled and advised me not to cry. She said to me, "There is no other reason, just because you are my student." I was deeply shocked by this sentence.
Perhaps this is the teacher's feelings, great and simple, we laughed together ... the lights went out, and I know the teacher can sleep in peace. Although we have been separated for two years, although the faces of our former classmates have disappeared from our minds at any time, although this is only a very ordinary trivial matter, I feel great love from it. That night, the teacher's back gradually disappeared in the rain, that night, the teacher's intriguing smile … I will never forget this friendship and kindness! The teacher is unforgettable!
Teacher's composition 7 "How long do they have left?" Time asks time, and time is silent. I seem to have heard their conversation, and I have a lot of thoughts.
Years have blown away my memory. I only remember that she was angry, smiled, angry and helpless. She organized all kinds of activities and games for us to experience and taught us all kinds of truths and songs for us to read, but we will leave eventually.
I thought about the scene of parting, but I couldn't taste it. Recently, I looked at my crying partner in a low voice, as if I had touched something, but I just refused to face the reality.
Her patient and gentle voice often echoes in my ears. When we scratch our heads and sigh, she always comes to us gently, asks questions seriously and explains seriously. When we suddenly realize, she often pretends to be dismissive and then smiles confidently.
She loves to laugh, and of course she will be angry.
In my impression, she is like a roaring tiger when she is angry. Every one of us is trembling, and we can't wait to find a gap to get in. But in retrospect, I know that she has high hopes for us and has good intentions!
This year, we like to surround her and drag her downstairs to play with us. It seems that there is always light on her that attracts us to get close to her, to get close to her and to cherish every day together.
At the moment, I miss it. Miss every grass and tree on campus; Miss the amiable teacher; I also miss those classmates who have tasted the ups and downs with me. I want to seize the hand of time, but I always pass by. I tried my best, but it was indifferent to me. All I can do is cherish the only time and then secretly recall it. Maybe that's all I can do!
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry the wick. The teacher's selfless dedication taught us knowledge and truth, which we can't repay all our lives, and I will always remember it.
Unforgettable six-year primary school life, unforgettable past events, unforgettable teacher's kindness, I will carry on with your's expectation. Thank you, Mr Sun Di!
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