For thousands of years, teachers have been compared to spring silkworms and candles. Under the persuasion of teachers' painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, many flowers of the motherland have finally grown into pillars of the motherland. Some people say that a teacher is a pianist who can pluck every string of a student's brain; Others say that teachers are tour guides and can lead students around the country. But in my opinion, the teacher is a book, a seemingly ordinary book with rich content.
I am grateful to my teacher, because the teacher not only moistened me with the rain and dew of knowledge, but also accompanied me to grow up with strong teacher love.
I remember when I first went to primary school, I was very strange to everything in the school. I walked into the classroom with both novelty and nervousness, and I couldn't concentrate in class at all. It was the teacher who attracted me with your kind smile and gentle words. You stand on the podium, twittering on the blackboard with chalk in your hand, explaining the key points and difficulties in your mouth. The sound drawn by chalk and your gentle voice synthesize happy notes and play a wonderful movement, which fascinates me.
Dear teacher, in the season of falling leaves, we confused children walked into the campus. When we first face the textbook, the dense words in the textbook bring us endless doubts instead of knowledge. It is you! It is the teacher's kind smile and crisp voice that makes us learn knowledge with a happy mood. In class, you make the rigid knowledge in the book so vivid, vivid and concrete, which makes the class full of fun and brings us unlimited imagination. Teachers never tell others about their hard work, but silently cultivate the pillars of the country from generation to generation, and their labor results are all over the world. Really should be that sentence-"peaches and plums are everywhere."
Finally, my classmates and I wish the teachers good health and eternal youth.
The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
Every time I read this poem, I think of our head teacher, Miss Ding. Teacher Ding, you have taught us a lot of knowledge that we don't know, and you have taught us the truth of being a man. You care about us like a mother, and let us swim in the ocean of knowledge.
I remember once, many students did not write the composition "My deskmate" well. You asked us to stay after school to revise our composition, and you also stayed to help us. I thought nervously, "I still can't change it this time. What should I do?" Surprisingly, when I finished revising it and handed it to you, you smiled and asked me, "What are the advantages of your deskmate?" I said dryly, "He reads the text very well." So you asked me to read the text at the same table and do actions, he did actions, you guided me and let me describe him. I suddenly realized that while observing, I described: "He said,' When the geese fly south', his hands stretched out to both sides and swung up and down, as if it were really a wild goose. When reading "unlike a string of ellipsis", he clicked six points with his right hand, which was very vivid. When reading Nature Writing in the Blue Sky, he pointed to the blue sky, which was very cute. Looking at his performance as if autumn was really just around the corner, you asked me again, "Does his voice sound good? Can you describe it metaphorically? "I thought for a moment and said," His voice is as beautiful as a lark. "You praised me for speaking well and hugged me. Let me write it down quickly. Teacher, under your guidance, I got full marks in the composition exam, but you are still correcting your homework, so busy that you are sweating.
Teacher Ding, if I am a lost ship in the sea of knowledge, you are like a lighthouse in the dark, showing me the way to write. If I am a student by candlelight, you are burning your own candle. I sincerely say to you, "Thank you!"
The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
Dear teacher Liu, thank you for your motherly teaching me this year. Let me gradually move from ignorance to maturity. When I fell, you taught me how to stand up; When I failed, you taught me how to learn lessons; When I was proud, you also taught me how to keep my feet on the ground ... how unforgettable these little things are in retrospect! Once in the final exam, I won the honor of "Four Good Teenagers" and was extremely happy. It is your hard teaching that has made me achieve such good results, and I sincerely thank you. But since I got four good teenagers, I have been proud and impetuous for a long time. I often can't concentrate in class. It is your eyes that suggest again and again that I should not be absent-minded in class. You asked me to answer questions and concentrate on class. Slowly, I began to correct my learning attitude, stopped being distracted in class and learned to study hard step by step.
These are all a small part of your love for me, and you can't teach them all in a few words. People say that teachers are engineers of the human soul; The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.
The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.
The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
Speaking of our teacher Yuan, I am very grateful to her. Because she cares about me not only in her studies, but also in her life. Once, Zhang Yuxin asked me to help her collect her Chinese homework and send it to the teacher's office. When I arrived at the office, Teacher Yuan said, "Thank you!" When I said you're welcome, the teacher found that I didn't speak as fluently as before and asked what was going on. I said, "I have a bubble in my mouth." Teacher Yuan looked at it and said to me, "Let your mother take you to the hospital after the break!" " "Later, my mother said," Look how much your teacher Yuan cares about you! " "
I don't speak actively at ordinary times, for one thing, my voice is low, and for another, I'm afraid of answering wrong. Later, in a Chinese class, Teacher Yuan asked us to answer questions. Actually, I will, but I'm afraid to raise my hand. I hesitated, but I still didn't raise my hand. Maybe the teacher saw my hesitation and gave me a smile and said, "It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong, be bold." Looking into Miss Yuan's smiling eyes, I raised my hand in a low voice. Teacher Yuan asked me to answer the question, and there is no doubt that the answer is correct. Later, the teacher asked the whole class to applaud me and encourage me! Now, although I am not a "professional speaker", as soon as the teacher asks questions, I think of the smiling eyes of Teacher Yuan that day, and my little hand is raised much higher. Sometimes the teacher didn't let me answer, I would say to my mother, "I raised my hand, and the teacher didn't let me answer the question!" " "Mom said," If you raise your hand, the teacher can see it. I know you will. You don't need to answer questions. You can't always answer! You have to give other students a chance to answer, right? "
The teacher not only cares about my study and life, but also gives my mother a lot of help in education. My mother sometimes calls me Miss Yuan when she thinks I am disobedient. I eavesdropped, listening to my mother's tone change from anger to tenderness. I really want to say, "if the teacher has a way, my mother will only nag!" " "Now, my mother is much better than before, and she doesn't often lose her temper.
The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
What is gratitude? Are they moving tears? Is it a thank you? Is it a reward for gratitude? I don't know. I think it's both. Teacher, you are a loving mother who devotes all her love to students selflessly. You are a diligent and intelligent gardener in the garden of the motherland. You are an engineer of the human soul, teaching people how to be a man, and you are a seeder that never rusts, constantly sowing the seeds of knowledge in children's hearts. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others. You are so unknown, and the blooming peaches and plums are all comments on you. Teacher, you are too selfless, just like a lighted candle, shining on yourself and us at the same time. You put all your energy into us, but sometimes we make you anxious and angry. Teacher, I want to say to you, "Sorry, it's our fault. We shouldn't make you angry and anxious. " Teacher, you are our eternal teacher and parents. As the saying goes: once a teacher, always a father. This sentence is indeed true. You gave us the warmth like a mother, how much comfort you gave us, and how much you paid for us.
Teacher, you have melted into our hearts. You warmed my heart with your hands. More importantly, you are my forever "family"! Teacher, I won't forget you. I will keep the image of each of you in my heart. I will keep your faces in mind!
6. The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
Some people say that the school is the second home, so the teacher is the second mother. Yes, except holidays, teachers spend the longest time with us. In the morning, they came earlier than us, and in the evening, they left later than us. Each of us only does one homework, but the teacher has to correct dozens of homework. The hardest thing is the teacher! When we get home, we may complain that the teacher has left so much homework, and even scold the teacher's harshness in our hearts, but have we ever thought that the scores on the report card are all accumulated by the teacher? Bees make honey, not for themselves. Our perfect teacher won't get a penny more, and our zero teacher won't deduct a penny from the teacher. Strict teachers are teachers who really care about us. Those teachers who are lazy to us and don't check our homework are doing us harm.
The new head teacher, Mr. Wang, is a strict and caring teacher. Grandma told the teacher that I was lazy and playful now, so Miss Wang came to talk to me seriously. Checking homework every day, Mr. Wang also checks one by one and doesn't care at all; During the sports meeting, Mr. Wang also asked our thoughts one by one.
The teacher treats us as his own children. We should also treat our teachers as mothers, study hard and repay them in the future.
7. The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
Who patiently explained to you when you encountered a problem? Who bandaged your wound when you were injured? Who corrects that pile of homework for you at night? Yes, she is a teacher. Miss Wang, you are amiable, with a low ponytail and a pair of glasses all the year round. Although you are serious in class, you play happily with us like a child after class. I remember when I first went to primary school, I came to this strange and curious class. It is you who have been encouraging me to play with the children, and I gradually like you. I remember that day, just after it rained, there was still a lot of water on the road and around the school. You warned us to be careful in the game and never fall. We were having fun, and suddenly I fell down because the ground was too slippery. I burst into tears and put my hand on my bloody leg. When you hear crying, you will come quickly. When you see the wound on my leg, take me to the infirmary immediately and let the doctor bandage it for me. I saw your anxious expression, and my palms sweated with fear. I think it is inevitable to be scolded again. But after the doctor read it, you didn't say I was too naughty, but asked me like my mother, "Does it still hurt?" Do you want to cry? Can you walk ... "Thank you, dear teacher. This incident made me get to know you again. You are so considerate and kind.
Teacher, you are the direction that illuminates our progress in the dark; Teacher, you are the sunshine of spring, nourishing our hearts; Teacher, you are the cool mountain spring that cares for us. Thank you, dear teacher!
8. The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
In my life, besides thanking my closest parents, I also thank my teachers. What I remember most is when I was in the first grade.
Once, I found it when the teacher took a pinyin test. The teacher asked me to take pinyin tests several times in a row, but I couldn't type. At that time, the teacher had no choice but to let me teach me at the same table. After my deskmate gave me an impatient lecture, I went to tell the teacher. It must be. I won't let him get into trouble. This is when the teacher comes over and says, "Will it?" I shook my head. When the teacher saw it, he taught me wholeheartedly, and I listened attentively, but the teacher and my deskmate taught me in a different way: they wrote me a few words at a time.
After a few days, there were still mistakes. Although there were mistakes, a miracle happened. I did a few things right. Although not as much as others, I work harder than before. I am happier than anything else. The teacher said, "Be patient in everything you do, don't just worry, or your heart will not be on it." I listened to my teacher. In the second exam, I got several lines correctly. In the third exam, I took a few more. After several exams, I got all the right answers, which made me very happy. I thought, "My next goal is to study. I want to study hard and try to be a good student. "
I remember when I was in the second grade, I couldn't answer a question and began to worry. As soon as I was in a hurry, I remembered what the teacher said to me: "Be patient in everything, or you will never think right if you don't mind." I followed the teacher's words and thought step by step. Although it was wrong in the end, I used the right method. This makes me very happy.
This is something to be grateful for. The teacher's words benefited me a lot. Thank you, teacher.
9. The pupils thanked the teacher for writing 500 words.
In a blink of an eye, we are already primary school students in grade six, about to graduate and enter middle school. So now we should study hard and return with excellent results. First of all, we should repay our teachers, parents and … My first teacher was my mother. My mother worked hard to teach me to read and read, and helped me study after school every day. These love educations were not given to me by an ordinary teacher. What she wanted was my success. This is just a small milestone on the road of life. In the future, I will do something not to disappoint my mother. At the same time, I also understand that as long as I become a talent, my mother will feel that her hard work has not been in vain. Love is the most precious, selfless and greatest word in the world. Love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain in the hot sun and storm. Love is like a red apple, sweet and delicious.
Soon after, a computer competition was held. I study hard and want to get good grades to repay my mother. After the game, I waited anxiously for the result. Finally, on a sunny afternoon, I went home with my schoolbag and my award certificate on my back, and I couldn't wait to show my mother my computer multimedia award. This time, my mother's smile did not disappear quickly, but stayed on her face for a long time, like a blooming sunflower, leaving sunshine for a long time.
Reward, we don't reward for reward, but for gratitude, teachers. They educate us with hard sweat, teach us to learn knowledge, and teach us how to overcome setbacks and face pain. It is the teacher who taught us the truth of being a man and let us learn a lot of knowledge and truth of being a man.
When I can't solve the math problem, it is the teacher who is seriously imparting knowledge. I want to be grateful. When I face setbacks, it is the teacher who enlightens me and educates me. I want to be grateful. When I was in trouble, my teacher helped me and taught me how to deal with sour, spicy, bitter and sweet. I want to be grateful. When I failed in the exam, my mother comforted me and encouraged me. I want to be grateful. Now I ... I want to be grateful.
10. Pupils appreciate the teacher's 500-word composition.
You selflessly give us knowledge and immerse us in the ocean of knowledge; Quietly raising us, we grew up from an ignorant child. Your contribution is our harvest. You lost your leisure time, but we gained valuable knowledge. So, dear teacher, what I want to say to you most is still that ordinary and ancient sentence, but it is full of my true feelings-"thank you, my dear teacher." After your hard training, I have now reached the second starting line of my life. At this starting line, I will run more steadily and better under your earnest regret! To achieve this goal, I know I can't do without your hard cultivation and my own efforts. Therefore, the beautiful and beloved young teacher Gong, I want to quietly say to you, "Your voice is a little low, and the students behind you sometimes can't hear clearly." You can walk around if possible. "A little embarrassed; Teacher, don't blame the students for not caring about you! In fact, I also know that lectures are very laborious, so I want to say to you: "You must have a good rest after class, drink plenty of water, protect your voice and take care of yourself." In this way, the sun will shine every day and students will be happy for your efforts. "Teacher, I have a lot to say to you, but the paper is too short to record my deep affection and respect for the teacher. I thought a lot of flowery words, but I still can't compare with those ordinary and simple words-"Teacher, you have worked hard! "Thank you!"