Gratitude to my teacher - a good teacher in my heart
Time is passing by, but it cannot wash away the ubiquitous teacher's kindness. The four seasons are changing, but they cannot change the ordinary but great teacher. The kindness of teachers is ordinary, and every teacher interprets its meaning with actions. Teacher's kindness is great, and it is great that Teacher's kindness has changed our lives, changed the face of the world, and changed the trajectory of history. The hard-working teachers have turned into stones and become the highway to our dreams. The glorious teacher's kindness turns into rays of dawn, illuminating the depths of our lives and souls.
Walking into your simple office, I saw countless touching details: the small words you wrote in the textbook were written under the bright moonlight, using hard work as the pen and wisdom as the ink, one after another. Written one by one. The stacks of homework books and teaching aids on your desk are the awards and certificates condensed with your concentration and persistence. The small medicine bottles in your drawer are witnesses of your selfless work and a monument to your devoting your youth to education without regrets. The call on the wall, "The pursuit of excellence has only a starting point and no end point." is your motto and the only language you use to treat your work. Youth fades with the passage of time, but your youth remains forever between heaven and earth. Because the value created by your youth sublimates with the passage of time!
Walking into our sunny classroom, I recalled countless tearful scenes: the specks of chalk dust on your shoulders, It is the shining star awarded to you by time and time. The three-foot podium in the classroom is a big stage for you to demonstrate your responsibility and dedication. The large blackboard on the wall is a screen showing your elegance and wisdom, and a wordless history book recording your great achievements.
Walking into every corner of our No. 1 Middle School, there are your footprints everywhere, and a figure that is loose when you come and vigorous when you go. You talk about dreams and struggles with every confused and lost student. Guide them to find their dreams in life and give them words of encouragement. Let them pick themselves up and regroup. Take solid steps towards your dreams and chase your dreams bravely. When they come to congratulate you with the fruits of the harvest, your temples have already been dyed white by the years. But you are as happy as a child. Because, your dreams also become reality. Composition
Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself, illuminating our bright road; Teacher, you are like a ladder, let us climb up, let us pick the fruits of victory; Teacher You are like a piece of chalk, slowly wearing away at yourself, but leaving us with a wealth of knowledge; Teacher, we are seedlings that need the nourishment of clear water, and you nourish us with your hard sweat. Teacher, we fly freely in the sky, knowledge is our wings, and what you give us is knowledge. Teacher, we sail happily under the night sky, morality is our pilot light, and this light is what you gave us.
We sincerely thank you, thank you for everything you have given us!
Thank you for your kindness - the good teacher in my heart
If I can fight against the blue sky, It was you who gave me the wings to soar; if I were a warrior who beat the waves, it was you who gave me the strength to make waves; if I was an immortal torch, it was you who gave me the light of youth... < /p>
Whenever I think of this passage, I will think of the gardeners who have worked hard to cultivate us, and a special emotion will arise in my heart. The figure of Teacher Chen Shuhong, who taught me junior high school, will naturally pop up in my mind...
p>That year, I had just entered the second grade of junior high school, and teacher Chen Shuhong taught us physics. She is tall, has a confident face with a pair of bright eyes, and looks very knowledgeable. At that time, because of my seriousness, my meticulousness, and my honesty, I was selected as a class committee member by Teacher Chen. From that time on, I became the teacher’s most capable assistant.
I remember one afternoon, all the teachers were in a meeting. The discipline in the class was very chaotic. Even the monitor was looking around and talking loudly. At this moment, the head teacher stood at the back door of the classroom and witnessed everything in the classroom.
At that time, I was sitting in the second-to-last row next to the back door. I turned around and saw the head teacher standing at the back door looking at us. I stood up and glanced at the whole class. No one really followed the rules.
At this time, I suddenly realized my responsibility. As a class committee member, I not only have to do a good job, but also fulfill the responsibilities of a class committee member. At this time, the class teacher walked into the classroom as quickly as possible and called the monitor up, and asked in a stern tone: "What were you doing just now?" The monitor lowered his head and said nothing. The teacher asked again: "Who are all talking?" She still didn't say a word. At this time, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. So the teacher asked all the class committee members to stand up and asked no one. Everyone stood there with their heads down and said nothing. At this time, the teacher criticized us in the most severe tone ever: "With so many class committee members, can't they even maintain classroom discipline? Let's not talk about managing the class, have you done it yourself?" Although the teacher criticized I'm not the only one, but every word hits my heart. Because I have never been criticized like this by a teacher, this is the first time.
At this time, I was the only one keeping my eyes on Teacher Chen. She seemed to have seen what I was thinking and called me out of the classroom. As soon as I walked to the door of the classroom, all the classmates were shouting softly. They shook their heads at my name, meaning not to tell the teacher, because they knew I would definitely tell the truth to the teacher. I looked back at everyone and agreed nonchalantly. Then he lowered his head and followed the teacher out of the classroom and into the corridor. The teacher said to me in a serious and affirmative tone: "You must know who was violating the discipline just now, because I saw that you were the only one studying, and you are also a member of the class committee. It can be said that you are the one I trust the most." I'm a student, I hope you can tell the truth." Looking at the teacher's serious expression, I didn't dare to answer her. Finally, he said to the teacher slowly: "Only a few people are talking." "Is it just a few people?" the teacher asked in a skeptical tone. At this time, I was also very conflicted. I was a teacher on one side and my classmates who often helped me on the other. I didn’t know what to do; I thought: Say...don’t say...say...don’t say...if I say, I’ll betray it. I have become a friend. If I don’t tell me, I will be sorry for the teacher’s trust in me. I was having a fierce struggle in my heart, so I kept silent, one minute, two minutes... The bell rang, and the teacher finally couldn't help but said to me: "Don't you even tell the truth to the teacher?" Then She shook her head and slowly turned around and left. Although I retained my friendship with my classmates, I lost the trust my teacher had in me. Looking at the teacher's back leaving in disappointment, I shed tears of regret, and the teacher's encouragement and help to me kept popping up in my mind. But how do I repay the teacher?
From that time on, the teacher never said another word to me. One day, two days, three days... I finally couldn't bear it anymore and mustered up the courage to walk to the teacher's office because I didn't want to lose the teacher's trust in me. I stood in front of the teacher with my head lowered. While writing the materials, the teacher asked, "Is something wrong?" "Teacher, what happened last time was that I...I...didn't tell the truth, and I felt...very sad all the time." ," I said hesitantly. "Actually, I know whoever violated the discipline that day. I asked the class committee to stand up because they were taking the lead in disrupting classroom discipline. I asked you alone just to see if you can uphold justice..." "Actually, you are condoning them by protecting them. , but it will make them feel that you are incompetent, and the teacher will lose trust in you." After hearing these words, I finally understood the teacher's intention.
After one midterm exam, I felt very uncomfortable, so I wrote a long letter to Teacher Chen, telling her the pain of my poor grades. After reading it, she used He looked at me with admiration and encouraged me: "You have made progress this time. Keep working hard. I believe you will surprise the teacher. In fact, you are very good."
During that time, I always Working hard silently, whether studying or working, I never let the teacher say a word, because I wanted to leave a good memory for my junior high school life.
Teacher, without your support, I would not have confidence in myself; without your teaching, I would never see my shortcomings. Teacher, your sincere teachings have turned into the wisdom in my mind, the blood in my chest, and the norms of behavior... I thank you, thank you for your careful cultivation of me. Your kindness will always be engraved in my heart.
Thank you for your kindness - the good teacher in my heart
Dear teachers and classmates, hello everyone! The title of my speech today is "The Good Teacher in My Heart".
In every corner of the world, there is such a profession and a group of people who will discover the strengths of each child and teach them a lot of knowledge, allowing them to grow from a naughty child to a child. A child who doesn't understand anything grows into a young man full of knowledge - this is a teacher.
I remember that when I first entered school, I was very, very timid. I am very shy to raise my head and say "hello" in front of adults. At that time, I always felt that the campus was so big, bigger than kindergarten and bigger than home. I always feel that I am so small while others are so tall. I don’t believe that I can dance gracefully on the stage, perform wonderful sketches, and recite classic poems like others. I don't believe in myself, I feel that all this is a luxury for me.
On that day, in the middle of the first semester of the first grade, Teacher Zhang said that there would be a "story meeting" competition and required the whole class to participate. I was happy and scared at the same time. I am happy that I have the opportunity to stand on the podium and tell stories to my classmates. What I am afraid of is that I have never performed in front of so many people. I am afraid that I will suddenly forget the words and be embarrassed on the podium. When I get home, as soon as I finish my homework, I practice hard. Finally, the day came, and I saw my classmates standing on the podium confidently telling their carefully prepared stories, with smiles on their faces, and I felt a little envious. I think I can do it too. I can stand on the podium bravely like them and tell my little story with emotion. When I stood on the podium for the first time, my legs were shaking. I looked down the stage and suddenly saw Teacher Zhang looking at me with a smile. I saw belief and encouragement in her eyes. I mustered up the courage to tell everyone the stories I often heard with a smile on my face. Because I told it vividly and interestingly, it made my classmates laugh. They were deeply attracted by my story, and I actually won the first prize in the "Story Club" competition. I began to gain confidence and believed that I could do it. The success of storytelling this time is inseparable from the teacher's encouragement and the teacher's smiling face. This incident will always be remembered in my mind.
In the second semester of the first grade, the school carried out the classic reading activity of "Three Character Classic", and I became the lead reciter of the classics. I really can’t believe that the me who used to be so nervous and scared when I stood on the podium and told stories is now standing on the stage of my dreams so naturally. My performance was a success again, and I was so excited by the warm applause from the audience. Standing on the stage, I feel more confident facing every audience. In the second grade, he joined the school's broadcasting team. In third grade I became the school announcer. In fourth grade I became the host of the school.
From the time I first entered school to becoming the host of the school, my confidence has been built step by step. All of this is the result of the teacher's hard work, and it was the teacher's wise eyes that discovered me. I want to thank the teacher, thank the teacher for his insight, and thank the teacher for so many years of hard work. Today is Teachers’ Day. I would like to thank all the teachers for their encouragement and teachings. I wish all the teachers a happy holiday!
My speech is over, thank you all!
Thank you for your kindness. --The good teacher in my heart
The class is like a strange home, without a bed or three meals a day? In this home, the teacher is a kind mother, and we are active and lively Children; we are able to grow up healthily day by day, all thanks to our mother... ”
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It’s you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at these colorful flowers, which one has no flowers? Your hard work? Which flower doesn’t have your smile on it? You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the Ganoderma lucidum on the top of the cliff. And ginseng! Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Teacher! It is you who have given me a pair of wings, allowing me to fly in the air of knowledge...
Haha... Maybe you will ask me who is the teacher in your mind, then I will tell you without hesitation that this supreme throne must be Teacher Nie. Maybe you will ask me why. ?I will also tell you without a doubt that the reason why I say that this supreme throne belongs to Teacher Nie is because of the teacher's amiability.
Whenever the students make mistakes, you will always smile sweetly and tell us: People always make mistakes, as long as they correct themselves, they are all good students! The reason why I say that this supreme throne belongs to Teacher Nie is because of the teacher’s "Teaching Methods". Teacher, your teaching methods are very good. In your class, the students speak actively and concentrate. Since you taught us, our English scores have improved by leaps and bounds, as if a strong wind is pushing the sail forward... The reason why I say that this supreme throne must be held by Teacher Nie is because of the teacher's meticulousness. You treat every student like your own child and take great care of us. In your eyes, we all seem to be so innocent, so arduous, so unafraid of difficulties... Teacher Nie, your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just watch. A field waiting to be explored!
Teacher Nie, although you are separated from us, your image will always remain in the hearts of each of our students!
Because it is you who made me Understand: learning requires diligence and asking questions, learning requires hard work, and learning must be accumulated over time... It was you who made me understand: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." The truth...
Hehe ,Teacher, you are proud and glorious on campus. Under your hard work and watering, there are too many harvest seasons. You guard this garden loyally, just like the sunshine shining on your face, which is a bright hope. The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus. Time has proven that your hard work is sacred. You have spring, sunshine, and flowers; in the eternal singing, you become the fruit!
Teacher Nie, you will always be supreme, you will always be in our hearts...··Flash by, Although it is short-lived, it is always worth remembering... ·
"Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers." "Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up." Lingering In my ears...