Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that moistens our hearts, and we will always thank you.
Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, and you gave me colorful colors ... how can I thank you!
Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.
Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?
Thank you very much for your careful teaching, I will keep it in mind!
The ends of the earth are everywhere, and only teachers are infinitely kind. Thank you teacher!
You dyed my youthful color with all your love; You forged my unyielding character with persistent faith ... teacher, there is a you shining in the spark of my life!
Birds encounter wind and rain and hide in their nests; There is wind and rain in my heart, always hiding in your arms-teacher, you are my umbrella and wind wall, how can I not thank you!
Without your generous dedication, I wouldn't be here today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.
You sent me into a colorful world, and you brought me into an infinite world ... Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.
Give me spirit, tenderness and maternal love ... teacher, you only give, never take. How can I not show my sincere respect to you?
Your eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It is the burning flame that gives me great heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time. ...
If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth!
Teacher, in today's light of wisdom, there is also the spark that you ignited in the past!
In the past, you planted the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved fruitful results in scientific research-teacher, this is your harvest!
Your inculcation has turned into wisdom in my heart, blood in my chest and code of conduct ... thank you for your careful cultivation.
Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.
I can't forget your gentle words, which washed away the dust and mud in my heart; I can't forget your mighty east wind-like exhortation and summon up the courage to move forward. Teacher, I am grateful to you all my life!
Vacuum, firmness, humility and simplicity-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the road you guided me to take in life.
There is a rainbow that doesn't appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart, urging me to be an upright person-dedicated to my mentor who has always cared about me!
Teacher, thank you for illuminating the journey of my life with your own light of life.
2. Composition My most respected teacher requires a good teacher at the beginning and the end. Everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!
Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
3. How to write the beginning and end of the composition "A Letter to the Teacher": Trees can't grow without sunshine and rain, and only their selfless charity will be full of vitality. Flowers can't live without the earth. With the nutrition provided by the earth, flowers will be gorgeous and moving. And we can't live without teachers. With your enthusiastic help and earnest instruction, we will grow up healthily ... thank you so much, teacher! The kindness of the teacher made me feel at home. Over the past three years, I have always remembered your earnest teachings to us, which reminds me a lot.
Conclusion: Teacher, thank you for your serious and responsible education, your concern for us, your knowledge and your selfless dedication to us. A thousand words of "thank you" can't repay your teaching.
4. Who should be told urgently about the composition of loving teachers? Let's start with a good teacher in my mind.
As the saying goes; "A strict teacher makes a noble apprentice." Yes! Let's meet Mr. Ge!
Miss Ge is wearing a long skirt and high heels. She is of medium height, slim, round face and big eyes, and her hair is like a zipper. Looking from afar, I don't know who she is! She treats us better than her children. She never jokes in class, she is very serious. After class, she plays and chats with us like a good friend! She always has a beautiful smile on her face when she talks to others. But when anyone tries to make her angry, she will "fly into a rage" Dong, who caused the trouble? Go and have a look!
It turns out that I made a lot of mistakes in dictation this morning, and the teacher is punishing me for copying! Suddenly, the teacher waved me over and thought, "I didn't write well before today, and I'm sure I'll be scolded again." Who knows, the teacher called me to the office, all red difference, and none of them were right. "The teacher said to me," How did you write it? What a mess. You know, good grades are achieved through hard work. You rewrite the words. "After that, I walked in the corridor with a notebook. I was dizzy in the sky, and suddenly it rained heavily.
I hope to study hard again and again, so that I can suffer less; I have been looking forward to growing up again and again, so that I can suffer less. I also thought, "Why is there no turning back when I embark on the road of teaching?" ? Only silent dedication?
Will sing a song that will never be forgotten,
The song Man Cang is as solid as a river.
Teacher-student love is also hard to expect.
At this time, the moon is old.
The sun and the moon have passed, but they are still there!
Envy me for having such a good teacher!
5. How to write the beginning and end of the composition "A Letter to the Teacher": Trees can't grow without sunshine and rain, and only with their selfless charity can they be full of vitality. The life of flowers can not be separated from the earth, and with the nutrition provided by the earth, they will be beautiful and moving. And our lives are inseparable from teachers. With your kind help, we have your enthusiasm. The kindness of the teacher made me feel at home. In the past three years, you have taken great pains to educate us. I always remember your good words, which remind me a lot. Conclusion: Teacher, thank you for your serious and responsible education, your concern for us, your teaching us a lot of knowledge and your selfless dedication to us. A thousand words of "thank you" can't repay your teaching.
6. Describe how to write 1 at the beginning of the teacher's composition. Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, I love you!
2. Teacher, maybe I am not your best student, but in my heart, you are all the best teachers!
My teacher, you are also a teacher and friend. Although we have only been together for two short years, what we have is better than ever. It became the most beautiful treasure in my memory.
4, teacher, I want to say to you: I will never forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
You can write it at the beginning
1, this middle-aged teacher, who is tired of wearing white clothes and jeans and smiling all over, is our admired Chinese teacher _ _ _ _ Ren (a simple, kind and intelligent child starts with the appearance of the characters. If you like this way of opening, try to change one sentence! )
2. "Teacher" is the engineer of human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
3. With your guidance all the way, you won't lose your way; With your attention along the way, you will be more confident and brave. Thank you teacher!
She has a handsome figure, dark hair with pigtails, fair face, a pair of nearsighted glasses on her nose, and a pair of serious and deep eyes behind them. She doesn't talk or laugh at ordinary times, and occasionally says a humorous sentence or two, which always makes people feel very funny. She is Miss Wang Ruiling, the head teacher of Class 9, Grade 4. There is only one word "she" at the beginning of the whole appearance description, which makes the article very concise and a good choice! )
This paragraph can also be changed. Put the description of appearance in the second paragraph and add a few words at the beginning of the first paragraph!
For example, "teachers"-engineers of the human soul, have cultivated one tender seedling after another, and cultivated a batch of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
Teacher Chen has a handsome figure, dark hair with pigtails, a fair face and a pair of nearsighted glasses on his nose. The back of the glasses shows serious and deep eyes. She doesn't talk or laugh at ordinary times, and occasionally says a humorous sentence or two, which always makes people feel very funny.
5, open the window of memory, you are like a happy note that touches our fiery heart; Like an endless book, it always gives us wisdom when we are confused and makes us suddenly enlightened. You, my Chinese teacher-Xu.
6. Teachers are hardworking gardeners and engineers of human souls. They feed us with sweat. I have met many teachers since I was sensible, but what I respect most is my second-grade head teacher, Miss Yang.
7. Dear Teacher's Composition My beloved teacher-Teacher Zhan
What is the real meaning of the word "teacher"? Is it the man who makes us do our homework every day? Is it the one who made me accept punishment when we made mistakes? Are you the one who always calls his parents? Naive, we have discussed this issue countless times. Maybe you will say, "I don't want to be a teacher when I grow up!" " "But here, I want to talk about our teacher, a very ordinary but worthy of our praise.
Our teacher Zhan has no gorgeous appearance, but his lectures make you feel full of literary talent. His lectures are colorful, and each chapter seems to open a window in front of us, allowing us to see a colorful new world. . He seems to know everything, often expanding our knowledge, telling many famous stories and deeds, and subtly educating us through these historical or realistic events. Let us unconsciously understand a lot of truth and master a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.
In addition to classroom teaching, Mr. Zhan often organizes us to hold theme class meetings after class to give full play to each student's special skills and exercise each student's expressive and organizational skills. At the theme class meeting, everyone was very enthusiastic and active, preparing the program and hosting it. . . . Let us unconsciously understand unity and explore our potential in happiness and happiness.
When weather and time permit, Mr. Zhan also leads us to get close to nature, go outdoors, have a picnic and go hiking.
Let us 90-year-old children who grew up in cities and honeypots feel the charm of nature. The fragrance of sunshine and earth makes us forget the irritability in the city. During the whole process, Mr. Zhan asked us to pay attention to observation, help each other, and write out our feelings and experiences after each activity, which virtually exercised our observation ability and writing ability. More importantly, in this process, we understand the importance of environmental protection. . .
"When the silkworm dies, the candle lights up at night" is a poem that describes the teacher from ancient times to the present, but I think our teacher Zhan is more like a bright lamp, illuminating the road of life in our hearts, especially at our age. Teacher Zhan's professionalism and educational methods have a good influence and help on our future study and life.
Teacher Zhan, you are a strict teacher and a good friend. In your silent efforts, we all showed our strength, and you will be full of peaches and plums.
8. How does my beloved teacher write about my beloved teacher?
Teacher, you are like a compass, guiding me forward; Teacher, you are like a gardener, caring for us; Teacher, you are like a red candle, illuminating others and burning yourself.
Speaking of my favorite person, it must be my head teacher, Mr. Zhang. She is about forty years old. She is not tall, but she is slim. She has a pair of smiling eyes and smiles like a curved moon. She is particularly amiable. Her mouth is small, but her voice is loud, like a clear spring, which flows into our hearts.
My head teacher is a kind and caring person. I remember once, when I went to the toilet, I accidentally fell down and hurt my ear because there was water on the ground. Blood flowed from my cheeks. I covered my ears and hurried to class. The teacher asked in surprise, "What's the matter with you?" I cried and said, "There was water on the bathroom floor, and I accidentally fell." The teacher quickly covered my ear with a paper towel, hugged me, and ran out of the classroom like a whirlwind, rushing out of the school like an arrow and taking a taxi. In the car, the teacher was anxious and called my parents, who were not at home. When I arrived at the hospital, the teacher quickly sent me to emergency surgery. The doctor said to the teacher, "It is impossible for such a small child to be under general anesthesia. The injured part is the ear. Local anesthetics didn't work, so he had to suture without anesthesia. " After listening to the doctor's words, I thought: how painful that should be! My heart suddenly came to my throat. The teacher quickly encouraged me to say, "Don't cry, be a strong child." The teacher put me on the bed carefully. I think: I must listen to the teacher, don't cry, and be a strong child. I didn't move or cry. The teacher was watching the doctor sew up the wound with thread, comforting me and encouraging me from time to time. Listening to her kind words, I forgot the pain.
This is my favorite teacher. When a bird encounters a storm, it will hide in its nest. When the storm in my heart strikes, it always hides in your arms-my teacher, you are my umbrella and windbreak wall. How can I not thank you!
9. Write an article about your beloved teacher. Write a 400-word composition. Dear teacher.
In the * * * dance of the blackboard eraser and chalk, in the teacher's voice, and in meticulous care, how many teachers are deeply imprinted in every student's heart! !
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On the day of the new semester, the students came to school with excitement. Sitting in the new classroom, we are all happy. At this moment, Mr. Wang came over and said, "Please sit down. Let me tell you something. This year, our math teacher changed to a new one. She teaches very well. Her name is Mao, and this teacher Mao is gentle. Don't make any noise in class so as not to make the teacher angry! ! "After that, Mr. Wang went to call Mr. Mao.
When Teacher Mao came in, everyone's eyes seemed to be taking pictures. They immediately focused on Teacher Mao, who was tall and plain. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, with bright and sharp eyes and a small mouth like a cherry embedded below.
Every time Mr. Mao comes to class, he will come early to prepare for class. If someone talks in class, Mr. Mao is different from other teachers. She doesn't criticize people or talk. She will look at him with bright eyes until he is quiet. Teacher Mao is also very strict with our homework. You said your handwriting was not good, so Teacher Mao asked you to erase it and rewrite it. If it is not good once, write it twice. She won't stop until you think it's time for you to write. Sometimes, we all know a very simple problem, but Mr. Mao will ask us to solve it in two or more ways. I thought to myself: Why is such a simple question so complicated? Later, I learned that Teacher Mao was responsible for us by asking us like this. Is to let us develop good thinking. Although Teacher Mao is very strict, he sometimes tells us some small jokes to make us laugh. ...
This is our new teacher-Miss Mao. She is sometimes harsh, sometimes humorous and sometimes kind. We all like her very much!