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The 11th teacher forever.
In a primary school in a remote mountainous area, seven or eight teachers have left their jobs within one year due to poor school conditions. When the villagers and children reluctantly sent away the tenth teacher, people said coldly, "There will be no eleventh teacher." Later, the village found a female college student who just graduated from college to take classes for a while. A month later, female college students were assigned to work in the city. When the female college students packed their bags, left their homes and were ready to leave, suddenly and unexpectedly, there came the sound of children reading behind them: "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons." Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze ... "
The voice echoed in the valley for a long time-this is the first poem she taught the children. Looking back, she saw a group of innocent children kneeling on the high hillside in the distance-who could stand the long kneeling that day! She suddenly understood that it was the naive and helpless retention of a child eager for knowledge!
The soul of female college students has been sublimated in an instant, and she resolutely decided to stay-this stay is twenty years.
In the past 20 years, she sent groups of children to junior high schools, high schools and universities ... Later, female college students broke down from overwork and were sent to Beijing Hospital for treatment. ......
When the villagers took her back to the mountain village, all they saw was her ashes in a red wooden box. ......
Later, there was an unwritten rule in this village that no matter who came to teach, he would always be the eleventh teacher. ......
Ask a simple story about the teacher. It takes about three minutes to read.
My teacher, Mr Moore, is from America. He is thirty-four years old now, but he is as lively and lovely as his big brother. He teaches us English and tells us many stories about the English world. We saw many photos of America, Britain, Australia and New Zealand from him. He is always ready to answer our questions. "Why do we speak different languages?" "Why did you go to China?" "Why do you use a knife and fork when eating?"
He is also with us after class. He is interested in China culture. He learned from us how to use chopsticks.
He also plays with us. He is an excellent basketball player. However, he wants to be an excellent table tennis player.
He is always full of energy. He is very active in class and after class. We all admire him very much.
Look, he is here to tell us how to make costumes for Halloween. In America, holidays are at the end of October. Well, I have to go now. I'll tell you more about our teacher, Mr. Moore, later.
Three. How to write a story about how to recite the teacher hello, my good teacher in five minutes?
When I was in the fourth grade, a new Chinese teacher came to our class. When the teacher first entered the classroom, everyone felt very fierce, so everyone immediately quieted down. However, when I saw the teacher smiling, I suddenly felt that the teacher was very gentle and even a little kind.
The teacher's hair is curly, her eyes are round, her nose is high, and she has two dimples when she smiles, which is somewhat dignified in cuteness. Teachers care about me and sometimes criticize me, but they give me more trust and encouragement, which makes me feel very happy. Sometimes I am absent-minded in class. When the teacher saw me, he blamed me with his talking eyes instead of his mouth. Then I know I was wrong, and I will sit down at once.
When I am sick, my teacher will come to me from time to time and ask me about my illness. My eyes are full of care. When I encounter a problem that I can't do, the teacher will patiently guide me until I understand it, and then answer the next classmate.
The teacher's heart contains a lot of love and guides us to grow up healthily. I hope every student will respect and love our teacher, try not to let the teacher work hard for us, and let our teacher be happy forever!
A touching true story about the teacher.
On May 12, the ground shook and the ceiling fell. Mr. Tan Qianqiu, the teaching director of Dong Qi Middle School in Hanwang Town, Mianzhu City, Sichuan Province, protected four students with his own body when the teaching building collapsed. The children were finally rescued, but he gave his life of 5 1 year. ...
On the afternoon of May 2, 2008, Dong Qi Middle School, Hanwang Town, Mianzhu City. 1: 50, Mr. Tan Qianqiu walked into the third grade class (1) with a political textbook under his arm and began to teach the children. 14: 28, the classroom suddenly shook violently, and the screams of the students pierced the tranquility of the campus-earthquake!
Tan Qianqiu shouted, "Students, there is an earthquake. Run downstairs with me! " Under his command, the students flocked down. At this time, a student shouted: "How many people are there in the classroom!" Hearing this, Tan Qianqiu immediately moved from the third floor to the fourth floor. At this moment, he saw four students, including Liu Hongli, crying in the classroom of Grade Two (1), and they were at a loss. They quickly shouted at them, "Stop crying and come downstairs with me!" "
At this moment, a long crack suddenly opened in the middle of the building, which had been shaken by violent vibration for about 1 minute. The building split in two in an instant, and this crack was next to the stairs, and the way to escape was blocked! When Tan Qianqiu saw this scene, he quickly told the children to hide under the desks.
Because of panic, the children pushed down their desks while hiding under them. With the vibration, the cement ceiling made a terrible "quack" sound, which was about to hit the children's heads. Tan Qianqiu went all out, straightened his desk and protected the children with his own body. At this time, the cement precast slab collapsed and fell on Tan Qianqiu ... "Don't shout, don't cry! Crying will only add terror! " I don't know how long it took. Liu Hongli heard the dreamy voice of teacher Tan Qianqiu. "Don't cry, male students should be strong and female students should be tough!" Tan Qianqiu said that being strong and persistent are the basic conditions for successful rescue. It is the best and only way to survive if you can't save yourself. After listening to Teacher Tan, the children stopped crying.
It was getting dark, and Tan Qianqiu and four students, who were buried deep in the ruins, tried to hold on. Gradually calming down from despair and fear, Mr. Tan protected them with his arm, and the desk did not fall down. Cement slabs and rotten bricks didn't hurt them, but Mr. Tan's hand was pinned down. Fortunately, two cement slabs are squeezed into a triangle to form a small space, so that Tan Can can talk to them and cheer them up.
This is the last lesson if there is an accident in the ruins.
Teacher Tan is about to collapse. He is sleepy and thirsty. Worried that the students were even more afraid after losing consciousness, he tried to stick to it! Hold on!
At this time, another aftershock happened. Liu Hongli's thigh was pierced by a sharp object suddenly pushed over, which was very painful. She screamed and cried. "kurei, kurei, are you badly hurt?" Hearing Liu Hongli's crying, Tan Qianqiu asked anxiously. Liu Hongli said trembling, "Teacher, I'm afraid it's not very serious!" "Don't be afraid, as long as the injury is not serious, you must endure it, calm down and stick to it, and there will be hope!"
Tan Qianqiu was afraid that Liu Hongli and Tian Gang could not hold on, and encouraged them from time to time to cheer them up. But several students found the teacher's voice getting weaker and weaker, and Tian Gang felt a hot sticky liquid flowing down from somewhere and dripping on his face. "Teacher Tan, are you hurt?" Tan Qianqiu calmly replied, "I grazed my arm and got a little hurt. It doesn't matter. How can you not get hurt in such a big earthquake? You have to hold your horses, save your strength and wait for help! "
Tan Qianqiu is getting weaker and weaker, and her voice is getting smaller and smaller. At this time, Liu Hongli and Tian Gang seem to have a presentiment, hurriedly ask Tan Qianqiu how do you feel. "I'm fine, just a little sleepy and thirsty!" Tan Qianqiu chuckled, "You can all insist, of course I will insist!"
Liu Hongli said, "Teacher, if you are sleepy, just take a nap. Just sleep for a while! " But Tan Qianqiu said that he couldn't sleep, and he insisted on fighting with them and waiting for help. In order not to fall asleep, he also asked Liu Hongli and Tian Gang to call him from time to time to drive away the "sleepy". However, Tan Qianqiu's energy is getting worse and worse, and his voice is getting hoarse. Liu Hongli and Tian Gang cried: "Teacher, you must insist!" Seeing that the teacher didn't answer, they knocked on the table with their hands until the teacher made a sound.
It's getting dark, it's raining hard, it's cold, and the ruins are constantly collapsing and breaking ... "Son, I'm fine, don't worry ..." Tan Qianqiu tried to answer, "You must insist! Mark my words! If anything happens to the teacher, this is the last lesson the teacher will give you! "
Another big aftershock happened, and another concrete slab hit them. With a dull noise, they began to cry in panic again. After they stopped crying, they suddenly found that Teacher Tan didn't comfort everyone and didn't tell everyone to be calm! "Teacher Tan! Teacher Tan! " However, Teacher Tan never answered them again. ...
Be saved and stick to it. You must walk out of the ruins alive.
"Classmate, don't cry. Teacher Tan sacrificed herself to protect us. He traded his life for ours! " After crying for a long time, Tian Gang choked back his grief and said to the other three students, "Teacher Tan told us to be strong and persist. Be sure to listen to him, stick to it, save your strength and wait for help! We must walk out of the ruins alive and tell the world the story of Teacher Tan! Mr. Qian Qiu's story will definitely touch the future! "
After the disaster, Major General Guo Tienan, director of the Fire Department of the Ministry of Public Security, immediately rushed to the collapse site of Dong Qi Middle School to direct rescue. The horror at the scene surprised everyone: there were only a few partition walls left in the four-story teaching building; The cement slabs above the second floor are only connected by intermittent thin steel bars and hung vertically on the fallen residual wall; Below the second floor, almost completely crushed; The main building next to it was also severely deformed, and many empty windows were hung with broken curtains ... Officers and men from China Earthquake Rescue Team and Guangdong Armed Police Force came to participate in the rescue.
12 At 9 o'clock in the evening in May, when rescuers were dismantling a broken prefabricated board, they saw a man with gray hair, sunken back of his head and smashed into pieces, lying on a deformed desk, and under the desk, there were four students who were unconscious and showed signs of life. They quickly rescued the child and quickly sent it to a temporary hospital for rescue.
The four students, Liu Hongli, Tian Gang, Fu Qiang and Yu Jian, escaped from death because of Tan Qianqiu's physical protection. The man lying on his desk is Mr Tan Qianqiu.
Ⅳ The touching story about the teacher is urgent.
① When the people in Yingxiu Town, Wenchuan County moved away a corner of the collapsed primary school teaching building with their bare hands, they were stunned by what they saw: a man kneeling on the ruins, his arms clasped around his two children, who were still alive, and he was already dead! Because the arm holding the child was stiff, rescuers had to cut it off with tears before rescuing the child.
This is Zhang Miya, a 29-year-old school teacher. "Take off my wings and fly for you." Teacher Zhang Miya, who is versatile and loves singing, interprets this lyric with her life and guards the door of life firmly for her students with her flesh and blood.
② On the afternoon of May 12, Gou Xiaochao, a 24-year-old teacher from Yonganba Village Primary School in Hongkou Town, Tongjiang County, Bazhong City, Sichuan Province, was on duty in the classroom on the third floor as usual. Suddenly, the whole teaching building began to shake and tremble. He almost instinctively shouted, "Students, run!" Almost at the same time, he rushed to the balcony and shouted for teachers and students from other classes.
Most students are in a daze after being suddenly awakened during a nap. Gou Xiaochao shouted "Run, danger, hurry, hurry ……" and quickly picked up a student and rushed downstairs. When I got downstairs, I rushed to the third floor before I could catch my breath. He picked up two more students and rushed downstairs. ...
When he rushed to the third floor again, picked up two students again and rushed downstairs again, the top floor collapsed. The students who were carried downstairs by Gou Xiaochao were saved. However, Gou Xiaochao was smashed by collapsed concrete and bricks, and his chest was seriously injured and he fell in a pool of blood. ...
Other teachers and villagers in the school immediately carried out rescue. Seeing someone trying to move bricks and concrete on him, Gou Xiaochao said intermittently, "I'm ... sorry ... I can't, hurry up ... save the students." He laboriously pointed to the top floor and said, "There are students … and …"
Gou Xiaochao just got married on May 2nd this year and returned to school on May 12. In the afternoon, the teaching building where Gou Xiaochao was located collapsed in the earthquake. The medical conditions in Hongkou Town Central Health Center were limited, and Gou Xiaochao was urgently transferred to the county hospital. Because of injury, Gou Xiaochao gently half closed his eyes.
(3) Her child was dug out, and her tears finally burst like a flash flood: "Baby ... doll ... mom ... it's too late ... ah ..."
"Baby, why is your face so dirty?" Nie Xiaoyan opened the brand-new pink cotton mattress that she had been carrying for a long time and carefully wrapped the child. "Mom will wash it for you." She and her husband gently wiped the child's dusty hair and face with handkerchiefs, as if afraid to wake the child.
The children were taking a nap when the earthquake happened. Nie Xiaoyan holds two children in one hand, while her own child is still in the house! Teacher Nie Xiaoyan, you have opened the door to life for your children with your noble character of selfless dedication and self-sacrifice.
Wang is a young teacher and the head teacher of more than 50 students. When the earthquake happened, he directed the students to escape from the front and back doors of the classroom separately. At the moment the house collapsed, he rushed forward and pushed a girl out of the classroom. At this time, a thick beam hit his head and his skull was broken. ...
Zhang Wen, director of the school administrative office, said that when he rushed back to school from outside, the girl cried as soon as she saw him: "Teacher Wang was killed to save me."
In the ruins, her body was broken in two and her face was covered with blood. Her hands are still tightly holding two students! No matter how people break off, they can't break off her hand hugging her classmates!
She was evacuating the students in the classroom when the earthquake happened. Seeing that two students were at a loss, she strode over, put her arms around one and rushed out of the door. The teaching building suddenly collapsed, and she and several students were buried in the ruins.
The teacher's name is Xiang Qian. She graduated from university last year and worked as an English teacher at Longju Primary School in Shifang. Xiang Qian's father Xiang Zhonghai is the vice principal of Nanquan Primary School in shifang city. His heart ached: "I can understand that as a teacher, it should be like this!" It should be like this! "
(5) Read the story about the teacher for five minutes:
rights and duties
Teachers enjoy the following rights
(a) to carry out education and teaching activities;
(two) engaged in academic exchanges, to participate in professional academic groups, fully express their opinions in academic activities;
(three) to guide students' learning and development, and to evaluate students' academic performance;
(four) receive wages on time, enjoy the welfare benefits stipulated by the state, and take paid vacations in winter and summer vacations;
(five) to participate in advanced studies or other forms of training.
Teachers shall perform the following obligations
(1) Abide by the Constitution, laws and professional ethics, and be a model for others;
(two) to implement the national education policy, abide by the rules and regulations, implement the school's teaching plan, fulfill the teacher employment contract, and complete the education and teaching tasks;
(3) Educating students in the basic principles determined by the Constitution, patriotism and national unity, legal education, ideological and moral education, cultural education and scientific education, and organizing and leading students to carry out beneficial social activities;
(4) Caring for and caring for all students, respecting their personality and promoting their all-round development in morality, intelligence and physique;
(5) Constantly improve the ideological and political consciousness and the professional level of education and teaching.
job requirement
Be proud of your love and dedication, and be ashamed of being perfunctory.
Be proud of pioneering and innovating, and be ashamed of being conformist.
Proud of being diligent and knowledgeable, ashamed of being lazy and superficial.
Proud of caring for students, ashamed of ignoring students.
Be proud of being honest in teaching and ashamed of being selfish in your post.
Be proud of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, and be ashamed of the sameness.
We are proud of unity and cooperation, and ashamed of harming others and benefiting ourselves.
I am proud of my dignified appearance and ashamed of my untidiness.
Be proud of respecting students and be ashamed of insulting them.
Origin and evolution
A person who teaches students knowledge generally refers to someone who is worth learning in some way.
Although we usually call teachers in schools "teachers", the "teachers" here are actually teachers' jobs, and teaching is their basic function. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, teachers have generally been called "Mr.".
Until the end of 19, He Ziyuan, the founder of modern education in China and a veteran of the Revolution of 1911, introduced western learning (American education) to China, and after establishing a new school, they began to define teachers as "teachers" in the student code of conduct. However, it is customary for most students to change the title of "Mr" to "teacher", which began in the national era and has been used ever since.
Teachers are people who impart knowledge.
ⅵ A short story about a teacher
A student went to attend the awards ceremony of the three excellent students, but was not selected. This is ... Her classmates coaxed her into saying: The teacher asked you to receive the prize, and he really ran up, but the principal asked him: What are you doing up here? He said: come up and receive the prize! This is what the following classmates said: he really believed it, so stupid! He felt embarrassed, so the teacher quickly said, let him! Oh, I forgot! This is what the headmaster said: you are usually very strict, how can you be like this today! In fact, he didn't win the prize. In order to help his students, the teacher can let himself be told by the principal.
In fact, there is still a passage in the original text, which is very touching when he grows up. In order to save space, it is omitted. This is a true story! ! This won't do. There's another one.
The 11th teacher forever.
In a primary school in a remote mountainous area, seven or eight teachers have left their jobs within one year due to poor school conditions. When the villagers and children reluctantly sent away the tenth teacher, people said coldly, "There will be no eleventh teacher." Later, the village found a female college student who just graduated from college to take classes for a while. A month later, female college students were assigned to work in the city. When the female college students packed their bags, left their homes and were ready to leave, suddenly and unexpectedly, there came the sound of children reading behind them: "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons." Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze ... "The voice echoed in the valley for a long time-this is the first poem she taught the children. Looking back, she saw a group of innocent children kneeling on the high hillside in the distance-who could stand the long kneeling that day! She suddenly understood that it was the naive and helpless retention of a child eager for knowledge!
The soul of female college students has been sublimated in an instant, and she resolutely decided to stay-this stay is twenty years.
In the past 20 years, she sent groups of children to junior high schools, high schools and universities ... Later, female college students broke down from overwork and were sent to Beijing Hospital for treatment. ......
When the villagers took her back to the mountain village, all they saw was her ashes in a red wooden box. ......
Later, there was an unwritten rule in this village that no matter who came to teach, he would always be the eleventh teacher. ......
If not, I'll find you another one.
In the days before graduation from college, students are busy to stay in the city and have a good job after graduation, but Juanzi stays where he is, as if nothing happened.
Several sisters in our dormitory advised her to go out more and try to stay in the city. But Juanzi smiled and said, "I want to go back to my hometown."
We were all taken aback. We have been to Juanzi's hometown together. In the deepest part of Daba Mountain, no cars can get in twenty miles away. All the villagers live in thatched cottages. We all laughed and joked that it was the poorest place in the country. Now, Juanzi lightly gave up this chance to change his fate and jumped out of the gate of the farm. We all feel sorry for her going back to that poor canyon.
At this time, Juanzi solemnly told us a story.
10 years ago, there was a school deep in Daba Mountain. The whole school has only one classroom made of huts, only one class and only one teacher. There are 13 students in the class. Rural teachers teach them from grade one to grade six.
However, when the primary school was about to graduate, something unfortunate happened.
A cowherd was playing with fire on the mountain and accidentally set fire to the classroom in the hut. By the time everyone found out, the fire had almost sealed the classroom door.
13 rural children in the classroom are all messed up, but rural teachers are more calm than before. While teaching the children not to panic, he carried the children trapped by the fire out one by one. The fire has completely sealed the narrow wooden door, and the teacher's clothes, hair and beard have been burnt. But he didn't give up. Finally, there were only two female students left in the classroom.
The teacher rushed into the fire again, and two female students sat in the classroom crying. The teacher gave them a look, finally gritted his teeth, picked up one of them and rushed out.
The red-hot doorframe fell with a bang, which made the teacher stumble, but he finally climbed out of the fire with the girl on his back.
He carried the girl to a safe place and rushed into the classroom that had turned into a sea of fire. Just then, the classroom burned down with a bang. The teacher and the last student never came out.
After telling this story, Juanzi's eyes were red.
We all guessed: "It was you who saved the female classmate last, right?"
"yes." Juanzi nodded tearfully. "But do you know who was the last classmate who was left in the classroom by the teacher and never recited it?" We all shook our heads.
Juanzi said, "It's the teacher's daughter!"
Say that finish this sentence, Juanzi couldn't help crying.
Our eyes are red, too
If not, I'm speechless.
ⅶ stories about teachers
Once upon a time, there was a female teacher.
Her skin is very white and her face is fleshy. She is the only person in the school who cares about me.
Later, there was a rumor that "vaccination will kill people" and all the students in the school ran away. I don't know why, I went to recover a few, but I couldn't find where the "hundreds" went.
Back in the classroom, as soon as I entered the door, the teacher beat me while crying. That was the first time you hit me.
It hurts when you look at it. Teachers are usually gentle and gentle to everyone, and so is speaking. Only that day, I will never forget it. ...
Only people who really care about you will do this.
I wonder how the teacher is now?
No matter where I am, I hope my teacher will be happy, healthy and happy.
ⅷ A short story about praising the teacher
A short story about praising teachers;
Throughout the ages, there are countless poems praising teachers. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." How many heroes the teacher has raised, how much glory the teacher has achieved, and how great the teacher is!
In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is my first teacher, Miss Guo. She is beautiful, with aura eyes and a sweet smile. We always like to surround him, listen to her stories, get up and cross the forest stream in the book, pick mushrooms with Little Red Riding Hood and listen to larks singing. He took us to many wonderful places.
The most unforgettable thing should be the first few days in kindergarten. I have been a homesick child since I was a child. When I got to the kindergarten, I was too scared to talk to others, even though I knew I would go home at night, even though other children were busy. Until one writing class, I watched helplessly as the teacher's mouth opened and closed, and tears poured down and blurred my eyes, even the teacher's beautiful goose yellow skirt.
Teacher Guo finally understands why I like crying through my mother so much. I remember her holding my hand and playing the slide in the garden. I never knew there was such a beautiful and interesting place in the kindergarten. I run tirelessly. Later, the teacher took my hand and said a lot. I don't remember clearly, but since then, I have become lively and cheerful, and I have become a little girl that everyone loves.
I found more beautiful places, such as our small playground, small dance studio, blue-edged dress and school uniform. I fell in love with all of them and this colorful world. The teacher is often with us. When sleeping, she lies on Xiao Mu's bed with us, and we all like to sleep next to him, as if we would have a good dream and sleep next to her.
In fact, Mr. Guo's faint fragrance really made us sleep well. Teachers are an important partner in our growth, a beacon to guide us to the other side of life, and a sun that constantly shines on us and gives us energy. In my small world when I was a child, I will never forget Miss Guo and the yellowish figure in my memory.
(8) A five-minute story about the teacher. Extended reading: stories of ancient celebrities praising teachers;
Confucius led his students around the world and was trapped on the way to Cai Guo, Chen Guohe. He hasn't eaten a meal for days. Kong couldn't bear it, so he had to lie down and sleep in broad daylight, trying to forget his hunger.
Yan Hui, the great disciple of Confucius, was very sad when he saw that the teacher was hungry. He thought, how can the teacher stand such torture when he is old? I don't want to do anything. I'm afraid there will be danger. Yan Hui was at his wit's end and had to beg. This time, it is really endless. I met a kind old woman and gave her some white rice.
Yan Hui happily took the rice back, quickly poured it into the pot, and chopped wood to make a fire. Soon, the rice was cooked. Confucius woke up at this time and suddenly smelled a fragrant rice fragrance. It is strange that he got up and looked out as soon as he went out. I saw Yan Hui grabbing a handful of rice from the pot and giving it to Confucius. I am happy and angry: I will be happy after eating a meal; Angry that Yan Hui was so rude, the teacher didn't eat at last, so he ate first.
After a while, Yan Hui respectfully brought a big bowl of delicious, hot white rice and said to Confucius, "Fortunately, I met a kind-hearted person who gave me rice today. Now that the meal is ready, please ask the teacher to eat first. " Unexpectedly, Confucius suddenly stood up and said, "I saw my dead father in my sleep just now." Let me use this bowl of white rice to pay homage to his old man. "
Yan Hui snatched the bowl of rice back and immediately said, "No! No way! This meal is not clean and can't be a souvenir! " Confucius asked doubtfully, "Why is it not clean?"
Yan Hui replied, "When I was cooking just now, I accidentally dropped a piece of charcoal ash on it. It's a pity to dump it, but I can't give the dirty rice to the teacher! " Later, I caught the rice stained with charcoal ash and ate it. How can this kind of rice with charcoal ash be a souvenir? "
ⅸ A short story about a teacher.
my kind and respected master/teacher/mentor
Grateful teacher, give me the motivation to move forward; Thanksgiving teacher, give me wings to fly; Grateful teacher, show me the direction of life; Grateful teacher, give me a pair of eyes to see the world ... The teacher is like a red candle, melting the glaciers in our hearts little by little, approaching our hearts and keeping us away from loneliness. The love she gave us is gentle, like jasmine, emitting a refreshing fragrance. The teacher's love reveals the ordinary in selflessness, but it also implies some greatness. It is like a warm current, seeping into our hearts; Like a phone call, help our lonely hearts find their way home; Like the spring breeze, it gives us warmth and warmth. Our teachers, without gorgeous stage and flowers, are just plowshares with chalk. The three-foot platform is the battlefield for their dedication. Their happiness is that peaches and plums are everywhere, and students call him "teacher". Thanksgiving teacher, with excellent grades, with proud success, with your little progress to tell the teacher, "teacher, I can do it."