As the saying goes, "Once a teacher, always a father." Teachers will always be respected and loved by us, and here I say from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you teacher."
Spring silkworms to the death of silk, wax torch into gray tears began to dry.
But without the teaching of teachers, there is no progress and growth, so I want to thank my teachers.
Without sunshine, there is no growth of everything; without rain, there is no fragrance of hundred flowers; without parents, there is no life for us; but without the teaching of teachers, there is no progress and growth for us, so I want to thank my teachers.
I am grateful to my enlightened teacher, Ms. Liu Xiaohong, who taught me how to get along with children, how to care for and help others, and how to be lenient with others and strict with myself. She gave me the opportunity to perform at every party and let me be the host, which was unforgettable, and I thank her from the bottom of my heart.
Teacher Liu Xiaohong is also the leader of the second year group, it is she who organizes the activities of the year group let me participate, and let me lead the recitation, so that I get the exercise, and experience the joy of success.
I would like to thank my music teacher, Ms. Cao Zengyu, who made me fall in love with literature and art, and acting; she has always let me serve as a member of the literature and art committee, let go of my choreography, let me choreograph dances, let me choreograph and direct the music textbook plays, and made me become a musical genius in everyone's mind.
I am grateful to all my teachers in the second year group, and all the subject teachers who have taught me. Ms. Liu Xiaohong, who loves her students like a son, sent a student, Song Ruiwen, whose parents had forgotten to pick him up at 7:00 p.m. one night to her grandmother's house; Ms. Liu Yue, who used her own money to buy school supplies for the special-needs students; and Ms. Dong Wei and Mr. Dong Yang, who were so selfless that they voluntarily gave up their breastfeeding time and devoted themselves to the new education and teaching work. Teachers Dong Wei and Dong Yang were selfless and devoted themselves to the new work of education and teaching. Ms. Zhi Xuemei guides classroom practice with advanced teaching concepts. Liu Xiuli teacher love and dedication, often use the rest time to students to make up lessons and so on, in their bodies I see the arts and culture of the first school teachers respectable and dear, it is they teach me to be, teach me to be kind, to be generous to others, tell me no matter how much difficulty encountered do not be discouraged, to be self-confident, brave to face life.
Teacher, you enlightened me to truly appreciate the bounty of nature, from which I read every green leaf, every colorful cloud, every wave. Teacher, you lovingly created a warm collective, in our collective, every minute with laughter, song and sunshine.
Flowers thank the trees for their fruitfulness; bees thank the flowers for their sweetness; birds thank the trees for their melodious songs; I want to thank my teacher, I will study hard, be strict with myself, and try to become a useful person to society.
Dear Teacher:
Hello!
Grateful heart, thank you!
Who seems like a swallow to bring the breath of spring? It is you, you who are full of light!
Who is reclaiming the wilderness of thorns? It is you, the one who has always been a penman!
Who is like a willow that soothes the hearts of the ignorant? It is you, my dear and honorable teacher!
You have a broad mind like the sea, you have the love of the world's parents, you have the world's most precious treasure - knowledge.
Perhaps you are the embodiment of wisdom, is the messenger of culture, full of high responsibility and contribution, descending into the world to spread the essence of culture, conveying the nutrients of thought.
It has been remembered that in the moonlit night, strolling in front of your window, the house is your wandering figure. You were thinking hard, just for a difficult problem. On that neat desk was a sleepy lamp that squeaked. The wind inadvertently opened your lesson plan, reflected in the window are lines and lines of densely written words.
This is the imprint you left on the road of teaching; this is you in the future blueprint of the sacred every stroke; this is you in the selfless dedication of the iron evidence!
The long road to school, each time recorded in the touches you give; twists and turns of the road of life, each step has your sincere advice and care. You use all the knowledge to water a budding heart, you use your life's love, warm a once cold and lonely heart; you use the world's most beautiful language, will be a heart to open the knot, you use the beautiful rainbow across our mutual heart.
With your help, a child's heart is maturing, looking up to the sky, with the desire to fly; in the abyss of the fish, with the dream of swimming. You give us the power to struggle forward, your teaching, the essence of your knowledge in our hearts and minds to build a sculpture of wealth.
You are so great, you cultivated an elite, the times handsome. You molded greatness with self-appointed insignificance, you embellished beauty with conscious ordinariness; you created myths with a bent back.
The water is in a hurry, the autumn wind blew off your young face; the years are merciless, the summer months of the sun bends your healthy back; winter snow bright, covered with your black hair. But your spirit of "teaching and educating" is still vibrant and renewed, not diminished.
The stars have changed, the world has changed; but what remains unchanged is the love of teachers and students that shines with golden light, the heart of gratitude that is full of complex feelings.
That is the grace, is the grace of education, is the grace of enlightenment, is a drop of water when the spring to repay the teacher's grace.
It is love, it is the love of teachers and students, but also the love of friends, but also that "not to teach the skin, but to pass on the wisdom" of the "parents".
It's a favor that will stand the test of time and endure the limitations of space.
Even in the dark night, can never forget the hand in the dark groping; even in the life of the sacred moment, the peak to overlook the world, can not forget you in tears sent a piece of spring; even in the day for the academic upset, can not forget your hopeful eyes, encouraging smile.
Your every greeting, every help, every care, are y engraved in our memory.
Even when the rainstorm comes, even when the yellow sand rolls up, it can't take away that grateful heart, that sincere and solemn respect!
Teacher, do you see the moon shaking on the treetops, which carries a piece of my grateful heart and my most sincere blessings: may you have flowers with you every day, and stars *** with you night after night, and may you be safe and happy on the road of life!
To
Salute!
Your students
Dear Mr. Wu:
Hello! Soon, I will step onto the sixth grade ladder. Mr. Wu, you have put in a lot of sweat for us. Today I'm here to talk to you from the bottom of my heart.
You are a good teacher who cares about students. I remember once, a student in my class due to discomfort, some dizziness in the classroom. When the news reached your ears. You told that student to peel on the desktop to take a good rest. Not only that, but you also asked him for warmth. Another time, a student appeared to be sick, you also treated him so.
On one occasion, it was the morning of a day, you gave us a lecture, a moment to yawn, a moment to rub his nose, we all know, we all understand, it is your cold makes you so. We all knew, we all understood, it was your cold that made you so. I thought: "Mr. Wu, why don't you rest on the podium for a while?" But I know that you are tenaciously lecturing us for our sake. ......
When the final exams were near, the teacher was more nervous than we were, so he often took an extra class after school to make up for us. Some students complained that their teachers shouldn't stay after school. But you don't care to listen to what they say. You helped the students who didn't know how to do it, taught them how to solve the problems, and gave them an easy way to understand so that they could understand. When we encountered problems that we didn't know how to solve, we asked you for advice, and you patiently gave us explanations.
Mr. Wu, here I would like to dedicate a poem to you to express my sincere praise to the gardener:
If we were a boat,
you would be a pair of oars.
With the paddles,
the boat can ride the waves.
If we were a candle,
you would be a match.
With the light of the match,
the candle can shine.
If we were trees,
you would be the gardener.
With the gardener's nurturing,
the trees can be tall and beautiful
Mr. Wu, let me say to you again: "hard work!" Teacher, I hope you can do a good job in the class, so that our learning attitude has changed. Dear Mr. Wu, due to time, we will talk about it next time.
Wishing you:
Good health!
Your student:***
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