Teachers' Day composition 1 Autumn is crisp, September is a harvest season, and Teachers' Day is coming again. I also prepared a gift for Teacher's Day.
When I came to school, all the students prepared holiday gifts for their teachers. They are all asking each other what gifts to give their teachers. A classmate next to me asked me, "What gift are you going to give the teacher?" I said, "I'll give my teacher a word," "Oh! So you gave the teacher a sentence! I sent a pot of flowers to each teacher, which is much better than the gift you sent. " I said, "Talent doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. The most important thing is the mind. As long as you express your heart, no matter what gift is valuable. "
When the teacher came, everyone gave presents to the teacher. I also came to the podium, bowed deeply to the teacher and said, "The teacher has worked hard. You teach us knowledge every day, constantly help us to correct our homework, and help students complete their homework, consolidate the new knowledge they learn every day, and wish you a happy holiday. This is my gift! "
This is my inner thought, expressed on Teacher's Day. Thank you, teacher. Thank you for growing up with us and turning us from naive to smart people. We will repay you with better results and serve the motherland with what we have learned in the future.
Today is the annual Teacher's Day. I have been working for eight years, but I have an expectation every holiday. One expectation is that students can surprise themselves.
I remember last year, I got a surprise. After I cried and stood up, a group of children shouted neatly: Happy holidays to the teacher! I was really touched at that time. Their class teacher was also very moved and said to me, "I never taught children to do this at all!" " "Children who are only in the second grade are not taught, and they all do it spontaneously. The year before last, some children who had just entered the first grade and could not write a few words made a very simple greeting card with the help of their parents. That card is not a beautiful card in the eyes of adults at all, but it contains a heavy heart of children. Another year, a child gave me a small goldfish, saying that the teacher was very considerate, which moved me for several days. I don't know, what kind of surprise will I get this year?
On arriving at school in the morning, President Duan was at the door, sending each teacher a bunch of flowers and a card. Our headmaster is really a caring person. I opened the card and saw that it was a teacher's day card specially made by fifth-grade children for all teachers in the school. It was cut into beautiful shapes, painted with beautiful pictures and accompanied by exquisite words. Oh, I didn't expect fifth-grade children to have such ideas!
In the following time, I kept harvesting gifts from the children. Some are greeting cards, some are small flowers (that kind of decorative flowers), and some are small dolls or key chains. After working for so long, it's the first time to see a hill of gifts piled up on the table. Although they are all worthless things, I know this is my child's sincere blessing. Most of the children in our school are children of migrant workers. Most families are in poor conditions and usually don't have much pocket money. Today, I saw the small gifts given by the children, and I also saw the golden childlike innocence of the children.
Year after year, Teacher's Day is celebrated year after year, but I am still expecting and excited that the children can surprise me every year. What I am looking forward to is not the expensive gift that the children gave me, but the love of the children's golden childlike innocence for the teacher. Without these students, Teacher's Day would be meaningless.
Teacher's Day Composition 3 The splendid civilization of the Chinese nation needs to be passed down, the long history of 5,000 years needs to be reviewed, the virtues of all rivers need to be carried forward, and the future home needs embroidery. Therefore, we chose this three-foot forum, and we are willing to "walk wider and wider and never regret it".
The outside world may be materialistic, but what we face is always pure, which washes away our hearts that may fall on the dust. This purity allows us to replace the pursuit of materialism with spiritual wealth. Thus, this three-foot pulpit has become the time and space for us to create the future. In forty-five minutes, we visited the mountains and rivers of the motherland with smiling faces, and let them appreciate the magnificence of "sunrise makes the river more beautiful than fire, and spring makes the river green as blue", the magnificence of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", the magnificence of "the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide" and the ruggedness of "harmony with sand, coming from the desert, flying yellow". For forty-five minutes, we took them to pay homage to our ancestors, witnessed the "bonfire" in the cave on the top of the mountain more than 10,000 years ago, and thousands of years ago, our ancestors questioned the figure of the sky, listened to the long bells of the ancient temple Hanshan Temple, and the rumble of guns when the oriental giants woke up. Along the way, they not only witnessed the brilliance of the four great inventions, but also felt the heartache brought by the humiliation of burning Yuanmingyuan. In forty-five minutes, they were influenced by the majestic pride of "I am not afraid of death, but I want to leave my innocence in the world" and the lofty righteousness of "Who has not died since ancient times, leaving their hearts in history". They experienced the broad mind of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later" and the amazing courage of "a million heroes crossing the river". They spread their unfinished wings, galloping in the macro world and soaring in the micro world.
Their childish eyes touch heredity, variation, replication and cloning; Their little minds contain molecules, atoms, neutrons and quarks. With the passing of day by day, year by year, those young hearts have grown up in our "clean hands" full of love and care. They learned to accept from facing the reality, to choose from the clutter, to be at a loss and unwilling to be mediocre, and to create. They gradually understand that theorems and equations are the steps for the Chinese nation to go to the universe; Every word and sentence of a foreign language is a mirror, so that we can't be conceited or sell ourselves short. Therefore, they deeply understand that today's teacher spirit is rich because of them, and today's teacher material is poor for tomorrow!
We walked happily along the white dust falling from the chalk, which was pitted and muddy. Because there is a pure heart with us, we believe that it will be flat after the bumps. We set foot on the information superhighway and galloped confidently. Because we are surrounded by a smiling face as bright as Zhang Chaoxia's, temporary troubles and injustices are left behind. We believe that after the storm, there will be clouds and rainbows. We learned to calm ourselves down. Because of calm, we turned this three-foot pulpit into an infinite dry Kun, galloping in this infinite dry Kun. Inadvertently, we spilled silent drizzle on Wan Li flowers. ...
Essay on Teacher's Day The sky in September is full of autumn harvest, and Teacher's Day comes slowly with light steps. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to the hard-working teachers! "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Isn't this a true portrayal of the noble spirit of teachers?
In 20xx, I first set foot on this campus; For the first time, I volunteered to be your representative in English class; For the first time, I knew I had to give the students a reading before practice. But I made a mess of these for the first time, as if I didn't understand anything. It is you who guide me step by step, let me move from strangeness to familiarity step by step, and start my journey here. Running from the north building to the south building every day is my most fulfilling moment, and sending and receiving homework is my happiest moment. However, my grades are not so handy. High school English didn't make me feel so difficult, but my grades were always not optimistic. It is also you who patiently explained to me that no matter what you are doing, you will always put down what you are doing and try your best to show me the way.
Time passed quickly from our fingertips, we were divided into classes and I went to another campus.
However, I am glad that we spent the Teacher's Day that year together.
In the second half of 20xx, I returned to my original campus when I was a sophomore. Unexpectedly, I was assigned to your class again, and I'm glad to be your class representative again. In the following days, we will spend this wonderful time together again.
Dear teacher, you are an "angel", walking slowly from the temple of knowledge, holding up a "staff of wisdom" and pointing it at our thirsty people, we "become" smart; You are the warm sun, and we are sunflower flowers in bud. Under your light, we thrive. You are sweet rain and dew, and we are young grass. Under your nurturing, we quietly enjoy the moisture. You are a diligent gardener, and we are ordinary saplings. With your painstaking cultivation, we will soon become towering trees.
The teacher has paid so much for us, and I sincerely say "thank you for your hard work"! I hope a cordial greeting, a greeting card and a personal letter expressing our students' gratitude can bring you happiness and comfort during the holiday.
Teachers' Day Essay 5 That year, I just came to the town middle school from the mountains to study. When I first arrived in the new environment, I felt that I was not used to everything. After school, my deskmate Xiaolan and I often climb the hillside covered with tea trees behind the school and sit on the hillside in a daze. Only in the flowering season, I happily picked a camellia and put it on my desk. My head teacher, Mr. Kuang, just graduated from Normal College. He is not tall, his eyes are thin, he wears a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, and he has a round face with many pimples. She teaches Chinese, and sometimes she talks about crosstalk and sketches, so nicknames like "silly aunt" and "silly woman" quickly spread in the class.
What bothers me is that Mr. Kuang chose me as the monitor and told me to supervise my classmates every day. At that time, there were often students who were late and left early, lying on their desks, even smoking, missing classes and fighting. Xiao Lan was severely criticized by Mr. Kuang several times for truancy and loitering. Several naughty boys in the class also threatened me not to register their disciplinary actions and not to tell the teacher. The atmosphere in the class is so bad that our class has been criticized by the school many times. I feel like a year in school. Every Monday, I am eager for Friday to come soon, so I can leave school and go home.
That afternoon, the school had a general cleaning. None of the students in the class wanted to do it, but with the personal participation of Mr. Kuang, it was finally cleaned up. As a result, the teacher didn't go far. Some naughty students were playing in the classroom with chalk, and the chalk heads were thrown all over the floor. Some students also scolded Mr Kuang on the blackboard. When the school leaders inspected our class, they saw chalk heads all over the floor and ugly words on the blackboard, and left without saying anything. The head teacher bowed his head and said nothing.
That night, the head teacher came to the classroom and said something that I still can't forget. "Most students in our class are left-behind children, and your parents have gone out to work. You are too young to understand. I always hope to give you as much care and supervision as possible. I'm very sorry about what happened this afternoon ... but I never gave up on you. Why do you give up on yourself? " When the teacher spoke, he choked several times and couldn't go on. In a trance, I feel the teacher's face is like a camellia with dew. Finally, the teacher left some letters for several students and went out with tears in her eyes. One of them is a letter to Xiaolan, which contains six pages of writing paper. After reading it, Xiaolan cried her eyes swollen. Afterwards, I learned that Xiaolan was the one who scolded the teacher the most fiercely on the blackboard. The last sentence of the teacher's letter to her turned out to be "I know you are still young and not sensible, so I can forgive what happened in the classroom today."
After the teacher left, all the female students began to cry, even the most naughty male students bowed their heads and said nothing. After the evening self-study, several girls and I came to the dormitory where Mr. Kuang lived. When I got there, I found several naughty boys standing there. That night, we talked with the teacher for a long time and learned a lot of things we didn't know before, only to find that we hurt someone who cared about us consciously or unconsciously. Yes, we have no reason to give up ourselves. Even if our parents are not around, we should be able to supervise ourselves. So, from that day on, our class gradually improved, no longer a "bad class" in the eyes of leaders, but also often won various awards. I like Mr. Kuang more and more.
But time passed quickly, and it was the third day in a blink of an eye. That winter was particularly cold, and the pressure of studying made me breathless. One day, Miss Kwong asked me to go to her dormitory. As soon as she saw me, she magically took out a small box from behind and handed it to me, saying, "Happy birthday to you!" " "I was shocked. At her urging, I gently opened the box and saw a camellia with dew lying inside. My tears burst out. I only heard her gently say, "The flower language of camellia is: lovely, modest and charming. You are lovely and modest, just like this camellia. The teacher believes that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can go on calmly. "
Now, I have successfully entered high school. Every time I open the dictionary and see dried camellia, I feel very warm in my heart. Teacher Kuang, you are a beautiful camellia, full of infinite charm, blooming in our hearts and never fading.
Teacher's Day essay 6 Some people say that the astronaut is great because she carries the dream of flying in China, others say that the doctor is great because he saves lives, and I want to say that our teacher is great because she has ignited herself and illuminated us.
Teachers, besides our parents, are the most important titles in our lives. The title of teacher in our mouth, they bought it with their lives.
Sometimes I wonder how big the teacher's heart is and why he can hold so many students' birthdays. But I forgot my child's birthday. However, the teacher's heart is sometimes so small that he knows that his classmates have a cold, but forgets that he still has a fever.
That little three-foot platform! People are standing in the capital. That little piece of chalk is your whole world. You have nurtured us with the showers of knowledge and told an immortal legend with your youth.
Teacher, our dear teacher! You are like a silkworm, you have never said a word of boasting in your life, and the silver silk you spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. You are like a candle. Although it is very thin, the heat and light can always illuminate our lives.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons cycle. The only thing that hasn't changed is your love for students. Jingle bell, it's eleven o'clock. In the text message, you are still correcting the right and wrong of our homework. I think you must have just finished correcting our homework and haven't had time to stretch your sore shoulders and rub your tired eyes.
My dear teacher! I want to tell you that you are a man, not a god. You have blood and tears. You will get sick, get hurt and get tired. Please make yourself a cup of tea and have a rest!
Yes, we can't grow without teachers. In the eyes of teachers, we are all seeds full of hope in spring. Teachers care for our growth with full enthusiasm, irrigate us with sweat, nourish us with love and cultivate us with lifelong efforts.
"Teachers' morality shows the world, and the mind is devoted to cultivating talents. "This is the feeling of people's teachers, ordinary and great. With the spirit of candles, the behavior of spring silkworms, the posture of people's ladders, the character of cattle, the skills of bees, cultivation, burning, spinning and cultivation, they always think about students everywhere, and they dye their white hair with chalk all their lives, dedicating themselves to serving the country and cultivating peaches and plums.
Day after day, you grow peaches and plums all over the world. Year after year, you are still unknown and stick to your post. However, I know: in the deepest part of your soul, there is an eternal song; There is a sincere love in the deepest part of your heart.
Dear teacher! You are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle and growing. You are like the autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land, calling for gold for rice, and we have a bumper harvest.
On our dark road of life, you lit the brightest lamp for us; You are leading us to grow up on the misty road of life; On the bumpy road of our life, you pointed out the direction for us; You gave us a pair of powerful wings, let us roam in the world of knowledge!
Looking back several times, I saw that your eyes were full of love and expectation, and my eyes were hazy with tears. Your haggard figure has been deeply imprinted in my mind. More and more silver hair is the witness of the years.
Dear teacher, you have worked hard. For our growth, you are willing to pay silently, day after day, year after year, month after month, month after month is a lifetime!
You will smile and say, "Son, the teacher is neither tired nor bitter. It is the greatest satisfaction for teachers to see you grow sturdily like seedlings. The teacher's happiness is to grow into a tree with you one day. "
Dear teacher, don't worry, we will bury our feelings in our hearts and turn them into motivation for learning, and strive to grow into a strong tree to shelter you from the wind and rain when you are old.
Mr. Ye Shengtao has long said: "Teachers come with hearts and no roots." However, I want to say that all these praises to teachers can hardly hide your dedication. You regard the happiness of our students as your greatest happiness, our progress as the happiest thing, and our success as the proudest thing ... You give up self-interest for the revitalization of education, stick to the three-foot platform, silently plant flowers and trees, and write a dedicated hymn with your life.
This document is for the teachers and the school magazine of our most respected school. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, please allow Kelly to extend our most sincere thanks on behalf of all students and bloggers. Thank you for your teaching. Thank you for your hard work! We love you!
Today is a special day-September 10 Teacher's Day.
In a poor school, a pupil is considering giving a gift to a hard-working teacher.
One sunny morning, Xiaohong was walking on her way to school. She thought: What gift should she give the teacher today? A pen? Notebook? But that doesn't mean what I want. Suddenly, a burst of chrysanthemums came to the nose, and Xiaohong said happily, "Yes, it's better to send chrysanthemums to the teacher!" " Isn't this chrysanthemum a symbol of the teacher's noble character? "
Then he flew to the hillside and carefully selected several chrysanthemums.
Xiaohong came to the window of the teacher's office. Seeing the open Chinese books and reading glasses there, she was excited and nervous, because the door of the teacher's office had not been opened, and she thought the teacher had stayed up late to prepare lessons last night! Seeing this scene, Xiaohong couldn't help admiring the teacher: the teacher is not afraid of being tired and can do anything for the students. Xiaohong is so painful and happy at this time. Xiaohong is very worried about her teacher, afraid that something will happen. Xiaohong is very happy because she has such a good teacher! Thinking, Xiaohong sincerely put the beautiful chrysanthemum into the teacher's pen container, hoping that the direction would erase the teacher's fatigue. Then I went back.
After a while, before the teacher came to the office, he saw the bright chrysanthemums and delicious fragrance, and he was naturally comfortable, because the teacher was proud of having such a good student and finally lived up to his expectations. The teacher sat in the chair and smiled silently.
Teachers' Day Essay 8 "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will run out every night." Since ancient times, there have been many poems praising teachers. The teacher is selfless for us. He devoted all his energy to the flowers of his motherland.
The teacher trained us from ignorant children into people with all-round development in morality, intelligence and physique. How much effort and sweat they have gathered here! The teacher is great. He is a towering mountain in the eyes of every student.
My teacher is a serious and good teacher.
My teacher is my mother. Don't think that I am partial to my mother, because I am her daughter, so I can know everything about her.
My mother often goes to class with illness, so she is always weak. I advised her not to go to class several times, and she said, "No, I can't let you study less because of my illness. I have to go to class. " I watched my mother's lecture below. I was really afraid that my mother would faint at once, but my mother held on. I saw my mother sweating, pale and weak. I'm in a hurry, afraid that something will happen to my mother. Finally, my long-awaited class bell rang, and my mother exhausted all her strength and reluctantly called the class off. I was deeply moved by my mother's professionalism.
The teacher left us the light and gave us his life, but his youth gradually disappeared like chalk until he finished his work. Shouldn't we be deeply grateful to our teachers?
Nine people have to go to many schools, primary schools, junior high schools, senior high schools and universities all their lives. Now I have become a primary school teacher and joined this glorious ranks. There are many excellent teachers around me. They are loyal to their duties, studious, love life, and their optimistic and cheerful attitude infected me.
I especially admire Mr. Zhang Zhenlun. He is very young, the same age as us, but he is very motivated and full of energy every day. In addition to completing the teaching task, he also led our sports, music and beauty groups to overcome various difficulties, organized tug-of-war competitions, sports meetings and other activities, and won the first place in the Hong Kong Basic Sports Competition Group.
I want to say that there are such teachers. She looks a little cold, but in fact she is very kind. She blushes when she smiles. But it is such a teacher who works hard, overcomes problems that can be overcome, and does not take time off. She is good at making handicrafts, giving students small handicrafts such as heat shrinkable sheets and soft pottery, as well as an alternative painting "blow painting", which is deeply loved by students and kind to them. Students like to chat with her during recess.
And Li Yiqiang, a teacher in our music group, is not tall, but his talent is bursting, so I won't talk about the piano. He is also proficient in flute, cucurbit flute and guitar. Some people call him a "male god", and his piano accompaniment is particularly good. This year's basic skills competition won the first prize.
Finally, I would like to say that our director Sun, as the director of the teaching and research section of our school, often sees her busy figure, but she is still full of energy, mingles with the teachers and leads us to experience the happiness of the teaching process with a happy mood and positive actions.
There are many teachers worth learning from. Everyone has his own bright spot. Let's keep a modest heart.
Teacher's Day essay 10 Teacher, you are a candle that melts yourself and illuminates others. You are a gardener who cultivates and cares for the land. You write the story of life with sweat and even life, teacher! Wish you a happy holiday. Teacher, you have cultivated our seedlings with hard sweat.
Teacher, your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts and bears fruitful results in the golden autumn. Teacher! You have worked hard! You gave Chunchun selflessly to people. You are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the spring rain and growing sturdily.
The teacher lit a lamp on my dark life path. You are the guide on my misty life path. You pointed out the direction for me. The teacher gave me a pair of powerful wings and let me roam in the world of knowledge!
Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance, and your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers give us the sunshine of ideals and wisdom. The teacher guides us to a sunny life. Teachers want us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten our hearts like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain and dew of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us, like spring rain, which moistens things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
Your efforts are our motivation, our success is your pride and we are proud of you. When we bloom like flowers, we can never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. Teachers sow the seeds of hope, cultivate us into forests, and small trees become villages in Liang Dong. We will not forget the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, and teachers' teaching is like spring.
Rain, the teacher's grace is like a green leaf, the teacher's career is like a tree, teacher, you have worked hard.
The teacher's kindness is like a mountain, and students dare not forget it. I wish you good health, all the best, and a full garden of peaches and plums during the holidays.
Teachers' Day Essay 1 1 The soothing piano sound rings in my ears, and my mother, as a piano teacher, begins to prepare lessons again. At this point, I had finished my homework and stretched myself in the moonlight outside the window. It suddenly occurred to me that the annual Teacher's Day is coming. What should I give my beloved teacher when I just entered junior high school?
Think about the hard-working gardeners-whether they are teachers at school or teachers in extracurricular classes, how hard they are!
If nothing else, just preparing lessons is hard enough. There is no doubt that all teachers should prepare lessons. In my foolish idea, when preparing lessons, teachers should slowly "eat" and "digest" the knowledge they have taught, do all the related exercises well in advance, memorize them in their minds and know them clearly. Just like a great artist, "one minute on stage, ten years off stage", then you can speak vividly and wittily in class.
All I know is that when my mother prepares lessons, she knows the music by heart. Even if she covers her eyes with a cloth, she can play it without any mistakes. Of course, I don't know how the teacher prepares lessons, but I can still hear the depth of the teacher's preparation.
In other words, the extracurricular math class I attended in the sixth grade was taught by the principal of the training institution handed down by my parents. I remember the first time he gave us a lecture. He said a big word: "I never prepare lessons. The best way for me to teach mathematics is to make students change from wrong thinking to correct thinking. " However, after everyone said it, I heard that there was a problem that was simply wrong. Afterwards, he made a special apology, saying that there were too many things and the topic was mixed up. It can be seen that no matter how powerful the teacher is, he will never prepare lessons. Otherwise, he can't speak so fluently in later classes.
I used to go to primary school and finish school at four o'clock in the afternoon. If the teacher gets off work at five or six, there is still time to prepare lessons during the day. I'm in junior high school now, and I don't finish school until half past six. It's getting dark It should be past eight when the teacher comes home for dinner. If you prepare lessons again, you must stay up late, even at night. You know, you have to get up at five or six the next morning to get ready and get to school before the students. How busy and tired!
Thought of here, my thoughts involuntarily scattered, inextricably linked, forming a picture: the bright moon hanging high in the sky, dispelling the darkness at night. In a window reflected by moonlight, the teacher sat at his desk, leafing through the text to be taught tomorrow, and writing down fine print line by line in the lesson preparation book. Her daughter tried to recite, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already?" To her mother, but her father told her not to disturb her mother's thoughts.
Oh, I'm suddenly refreshed. If you really want to give a small gift on Teacher's Day, please give a handful of moonlight to your teacher. Because the teacher's heart is as pure as moonlight and as bright as moonlight.
May the pure and bright moonlight accompany the teacher warmly every night.