Tang dynasty: Han Yu
Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. People are not born knowing, who can have no doubt? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand.
Before I was born, I studied Tao before I was born, so I learned from Tao. After I was born, I studied Taoism first, so I studied Taoism. I am a teacher, and I don't know that years were born in me. Therefore, there is no nobility, no inferiority, no length, no shortage, and the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers.
Ha ha! It's been a long time since the teacher passed on the Tao! It's hard to be confused! The ancient sages are far away, and they are still in the teacher's question; Today's people are far from saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. So saints are good for saints, and fools are good for fools. What makes saints holy and fools stupid?
Love his son, choose a teacher and teach him; If you are in your body, you will feel ashamed and confused. The teacher of the boy, the reader who teaches and studies the sentences of the book, is not the person I call telling his story and solving his confusion. I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Witch doctors and musicians are skilled workers, and they are not ashamed to learn from each other. The families of the scholar-officials called their teacher disciple Yun, and they got together and talked and laughed. When asked, he said, "He is almost the same as that year, and in the same way. His humble position is full of shame, and his official position is close to admiration. " Oh! Obviously, the teacher's path has gone. Witch doctors are highly skilled musicians, and gentlemen disdain them. Today, his wisdom is out of reach, strange and embarrassing!
Saint impermanence teacher. Confucius studied under Tan Zi, Changhong, Shi Xiang and Lao Dan. Scorpions' disciples are not as clever as Confucius. Confucius said: If there are three people, there must be a teacher. So disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be superior to disciples. They have a good understanding of Taoism and specialize in their skills. That's all.
Li is seventeen years old, and he is good at classical Chinese, but there are some works in "All-knowing Six Arts", so he studies from time to time. Yu Jiaqi can follow the ancient road and write Shi Shuo to make it last forever.
Seek harmony, respect teachers and live in seclusion.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Language to the river, cold smoke alone.
Hsinchu
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller.
2. Ask the story of teachers and students touching the campus. My class teacher, Mr. xx, is an approachable teacher with a good temper, so he is deeply loved by his classmates. On the contrary, I am a naughty guy in class, often bickering with teachers and classmates and joking …
At noon that day, just after eating a good meal, I saw Teacher xx enter the class. Teacher xx is wearing a brown jacket with an open collar. At first glance, she is a straightforward person.
I sat in a chair with an extra-curricular book in my hand and watched it with relish. At this time, the classmate xx in front came up to me with a bottle of drink and chatted with me. Unexpectedly, a classmate in front accidentally bumped into xx, only to see the lid on the drink bottle suddenly fall off, and the drinking water inside just spilled on my pants. It's over, it's over. what can I do? This is the New Pants I just changed yesterday. This road is nothing. If my classmates saw it, they wouldn't be killed by jokes. I looked at my wet pants and felt a little overwhelmed.
But it happened that good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. Soon, the students in the class began to shout …
"Hey, look at xx, did you pee your pants?" A classmate smiled.
"Yes, yes, it's really ugly!" Another student replied.
My face is very red. I wish I had a hole. At this time, something unexpected happened. Teacher xx stood in front of me. He smiled and asked me, "Are you all right?" I paused and said hesitantly, "No,no." Later, Teacher xx scolded those two students just now. I was very moved and surprised at that time. I didn't expect Mr. xx to speak for me. We often bickered before, but I was moved. The first time I found Mr. xx's voice was so gentle and unforgettable, I really wanted to stay at that moment …
Thank you, Miss xx.
Well, I made this up myself. I don't know if it's the kind you want. Anyway, let's have a look (_). It took me ten minutes.
3. Grateful teacher's article is dull and touching. Until the end of the year, all kinds of social and cultural activities I was asked to participate in suddenly crowded together, and I became "important". A friend even exaggerates that he can almost discharge my recent schedule from the news in the newspaper.
Is that really the case? I just feel empty, empty. I can't believe that an old voice came out in a daze during the endless phone calls.
When the other party gave a clear name, I stood up involuntarily holding the microphone: that was Mr. Mooney, my Chinese teacher when I was in middle school 30 years ago. He said on the phone that during the Spring Festival 30 years ago, my classmate Cao Qi and I drew a greeting card for him.
That New Year card was lost at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. The old man said, "Can you make up a painting and give it to me as the most precious collection in my later years?" The old man's voice trembled with sincerity. When I put down the phone, I immediately decided that this would be the most meaningful thing in my busy year-end activities.
When I sat at my desk, I saw the happy and miserable middle school life in the early 1960s. At that time, many excellent scholars were strangely hidden among middle school teachers. I remember that in the first grade of junior high school, the tutor of our self-study class was a famous scholar, Mr. Zheng. Now it is almost a sense of luxury.
When I switched to high school, there were still many scholars. My English teacher, Mr. Sun Jue's dual accomplishments in English and China's classical literature are rare even among today's university teachers.
Mr. Mooney is also a man who has seen the world. At least at that time, we saw the works published in his youth in the second-hand bookstore. For some reason, he hid in a middle school as a Chinese teacher. I remember when he taught us Chinese, my composition won the grand prize in the city competition, which attracted teachers from other schools to come to our class one after another.
Teacher Mooney was very excited, and the course content was in-depth. He asked me some particularly difficult questions on the spot. Once I could hardly answer, and the situation was very embarrassing. I complained to myself: Mr. Mooney, you know there are so many people in class, why don't you ask me such a difficult question in advance? Later, I finally figured it out: this is a scholar, not clever at all.
Even a pair of immature eyes can roughly distinguish the brilliance of knowledge and personality. We were only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, and we were always thinking stupidly about how to thank these teachers. According to the children's intuition, these teachers seemed to be more or less burdened with politics at that time, and their lives were very unsatisfactory.
During the winter vacation, I finally had an idea. The whole class unanimously agreed to visit all the teachers' homes on New Year's Day. At that time, middle school students couldn't afford New Year cards, so they had to draw a few pieces of white paper by themselves and then send them to families on foot in groups.
As he spoke, he couldn't eat anything from the teacher's house. He timidly knocked on the door, quickly took the native's New Year card, said a few words to him and left. There are many teachers and they are all sweaty. On the festival street, a group of young worshippers hurried.
Cao Qi and I draw New Year cards on behalf of the class. Cao Qi painted better than me. He should draw more. I'm in charge of writing.
No matter what you draw or write, you can't surpass the level of middle school students over the age of/kloc-0. However, it was that childish scrawl that was deeply engraved in the heart of an old man, and it has been engraved here for 30 years.
Today, Cao Qi is a well-known painter and works in an art publishing house. I have seen his works printed in calligraphy anthologies and even on calendars.
There are also his exhibitions in the gallery. As soon as he heard Mr. Mooney's request, just like me, he immediately stopped his work, chose a good rice paper, respectfully drew a New Year's map, and then quickly sent it to my college.
I have polished a thick inkstone, filled the whole story on the frame, stamped it and sent it to be mounted. Now, this scroll of calligraphy and painting has been sent to Mr. Mooney.
Teacher, please forgive us. We have forgotten the pen and ink 30 years ago and lost the unrepeatable purity. We will use two pairs of middle-aged hands to roll a roll of ups and downs for you for 30 years. In front of you, writing for you, we all shook off our names and titles, leaving only two sincere students.
Only in this way can we transcend the hubbub and experience some kind of human feelings that span time and space. With this feeling, I am qualified to say to today's young friends as a middle school student 30 years ago: remember, you may have created some kind of eternity.
What you do every day, some will immediately regret it, while others have decades of weight.
4. About the touching story of the teacher, a good teacher in my heart. We are teachers and students, but we are higher than them; We are friends, but I can't dream about her.
She is the best teacher in my mind, maybe she is not the best in school, maybe she is not the most qualified, maybe … but I believe that everyone who comes into contact with her will like her and be moved by her. She is our Chinese teacher.
Our meeting was too short, only one year, but she left me too many wonderful memories. She is an ordinary teacher, but I know she loves our eager children.
I remember when she didn't teach me, someone told me that she must look her in the eye when she taught me. Later, I finally understood that that was the most touching place for her.
Those eyes are mother's eyes. Every time we look at her four times, we are so impressed by it that we don't have the courage to disrespect her, love her or listen to her lectures ... she won't be angry with us. Although she told me many times after class that she wanted to lose her temper with us, I have never seen it. I spent a year with her without smoke.
We believe her: because of her knowledge, because of her character. To me, she is more like a friend who talks about everything.
Being a teacher was my childhood dream, and it was my childhood habit to like being with teachers. In her words: I am the spoiled kind.
Maybe. I didn't let her go either. I should belong to that kind of "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow"
I feel endless loneliness and helplessness every day. She should have bothered me, but she never said that she was a patient person. I like being with her, because of her words: a teacher for a day, a friend for life.
I believe what she said. She is an ordinary woman, but in my mind, she is successful: she has a family, children, a career, more achievements and a complete life.
I think she is quite peaceful. Although she has repeatedly denied it, I feel that she is quite satisfied. As she said, she would be happy to teach in any position assigned to her. Yes! She loves all this with all her heart.
This is my favorite teacher, Wang Xiaohong: the ordinary is mixed with the great; There is a little humor in sincerity; There is a little shyness in kindness; There is a little fashion in classicism and a little fortitude in gentleness, which often makes us feel "cool". Touching Story of Wenchuan Earthquake in Sichuan Composition: Kiss-Motherly love in the earthquake (Press: I have been interviewing Sichuan earthquake relief workers for 5 minutes every day recently, and I have to burst into tears: there is a kind of death called keeping my mouth shut, a kind of touching motherly love, and a kind of kiss called flawless ...) "Have you seen my mother?" The 3-year-old girl was lying in the hospital, moving her badly injured calf and asking every stranger who passed by, "Mom loves me very much. She said she would come back. "
Tears welled up in her eyes when she spoke. "Don't cry, ok? Yes, your mother will definitely come back. "
Every angels in white who walked past the little girl replied. "However, in the dark room, when my mother hugged me tightly, she said that my father and grandfather had gone to heaven, and my mother cried very sadly."
The little girl's voice trembled a little. She replied, "But my mother won't let me cry. She said it would be bad if I cried. She kissed me on the forehead. My mother's kiss is so sweet. She said she would make me the most beautiful skirt in summer. " "Oh, yes," every stranger passing by said to the little girl. "Your lovely daughter is waiting for her. I'm sure your mother will come back soon."
"What does that heaven mean? Will mom go to heaven like dad and grandpa? Don't want me? " The little girl asked with tears, "I didn't cry in the dark because I have my mother's love." But I felt something on my mother and touched the lake. My mother said it hurt there and wouldn't let me touch it. "
"My mother hugged me tightly, as if trying to fight something. Later, I said that my little leg hurt, and my mother wanted to hold me on her chest. I fell asleep unconsciously and felt no pain. " The little girl exclaimed, "Mom kissed me. Look, she kissed me here, here, here ... "The little girl (official document gw9080) pointed to her face, arms, chest, calves, thighs and back and said," Mom's kisses are all here. My mother said she was weak and asked me to remember her kiss, if one day she was not with me.
Hearing this, everyone present understood that the little girl became an orphan in the earthquake disaster, but the mother who accompanied her daughter didn't say that she guarded her daughter's safety closely with her body, and then she knew she was going to die. Unable to watch her daughter grow up slowly, she poured all her maternal love into one kiss and kissed away all the sad things that happened to her daughter later. Let the daughter learn to be independent and strong ... article entrance: admin editor: admin previous article: composition of primary school students in Wenchuan earthquake, Sichuan: candlelight in the earthquake next article: lyrics of earthquake relief poems in Wenchuan earthquake, Sichuan: ode to hot blood.
The teacher touched the students' story. Autumn is slowly coming, and the 26th Teachers' Day is coming.
When we grow up in our daily life, my teacher's hair turns white. Some people say that the teacher is unforgettable. From naughty children to young people to young people, teachers are the most respectable and grateful people in everyone's life! On the occasion of Teacher's Day, in addition to paying tribute, let us sincerely say: Teacher, you have worked hard.
Teachers are the most glorious occupation of mankind. Their beauty is not only standing on the podium, but also shocking and touching the hearts of countless students through words and deeds. Respecting teachers and valuing morality is an eternal topic. I hope you, me and him don't just think of them on Teacher's Day.
He Ying: He Ying, a person who does educational charity with "heart", is a general biology teacher in Bai Quan Senior Middle School. At first, He Laoshi simply wanted to help students with their tuition and living expenses, so that they could study hard and get good grades. Later, she gradually took the initiative to help poor students complete their studies and became a part-time job.
For more than ten years, she has applied for various social grants for more than 100 students, paying attention to helping more than 10 students from poor families complete their college studies. At present, she is still helping a student tide over the difficulties. There are three low-rise bungalows and an outer wall made of loess and stone. The mud floor in the house is wet because of continuous rain. The bamboo mat divides the house into three rooms, and pushes the westernmost room away. There is a colorful pictorial on the wall, and the student Xiao Wang is doing his homework on the bed.
This is what He Ying saw when he visited Xiao Wang's house for the first time on 1999. In the senior high school entrance examination, Xiao Wang missed Zhoushan Middle School by one point, and his family had no money to go to a good high school.
He Laoshi sympathizes with Xiao Wang. She made up her mind that the child must go to a good high school. At that time, He Laoshi's monthly salary was less than 1000 yuan, but she gave it to Xiao Wang 500 yuan to encourage him to take the senior high school entrance examination.
However, 500 yuan was far from enough, so He Laoshi contacted Beiyou tian teacher, and Beiyou tian teacher promised to support Xiao Wang. Three years later, Xiao Wang was admitted to the university with a score of more than 30 points over the key line, and Mr. Bei Lao has been subsidizing him to complete his studies.
Last Spring Festival, Xiao Wang came to his hometown to get married, and He Laoshi was invited to attend the wedding. The old house is still in its original place, but it has been decorated. Seeing that the students in those days are now successful in their careers and happy in their lives, He Laoshi deeply felt that education can change a poor family and a person's life, so we should continue to do educational charity. Long-term assistance to poor students has made He Laoshi clearly understand what he wants to do: as an ordinary educator, it is an educator's bounden duty to use his "heart" to inspire another group of people's charity, make the giver happy, make the receiver grateful, and educate people with kindness and donation.
Therefore, He Laoshi decided to tell the story of her experience to the kind people who moved her, and then let more people join the poverty alleviation program to soothe the hearts of poor students. Xu: In her eyes, there are no poor students. "Every student is the hope of the family. Students are one-sixtieth of you, but 100% of your family. "
In class management, Xu never treats students differently because of their different family culture and economic background, and never treats students differently because of their poor grades. In her eyes, there is not a poor student.
In a class she took over, four or five boys were naughty and didn't like learning. Some of them are "double poor students" in the eyes of others, but they love playing basketball and have a strong sense of collective honor. She used this to let them organize a basketball team and work with them to formulate rules and regulations: the basketball team must have a strong sense of class honor; Whether training or studying, members must be hardworking; If one member of the basketball team fails to finish his homework in time for one week, all members will be disqualified from playing basketball next week; If more than half of the students in the basketball team make progress in their studies this semester, they will be awarded a basketball.
These regulations not only give these students some pressure, but also give them motivation. In order to have the opportunity to play basketball, they urge each other, help each other, regulate their behavior and promote their progress. Sure enough, they lived up to the expectations of the class teacher and achieved good results in the basketball games in the whole school and the whole region.
In order to help students with learning difficulties get rid of their learning difficulties, she also used her spare time to help them do their homework. We always patiently persuade them to make such and such mistakes, impress them from the bottom of their hearts and help them build their confidence and self-esteem.
Some students who study well are prone to superiority and selfishness, while others are prone to complacency and lack of collective concept. Xu not only set higher goals for these gifted students in their studies, but also set higher requirements in their thoughts and behaviors. She asked talented students to pair up with students with learning difficulties to help them solve various problems in their studies.
If gifted students can't make progress together with the students with learning difficulties they help, they will publicly announce the termination of the help relationship. In this way, she let the gifted students lead the class to higher goals.
Therefore, the students she brought out in each session not only have excellent grades, but also have strong ability, good class style and healthy mental outlook. Lin Qiner: Walking into their hearts, every student is an angel Lin Qiner, an English teacher in Dinghai No.5 Middle School. There is such a male classmate in her class, who is smart, but eccentric and bad-tempered, and is often reflected by other teachers.
After teacher Lin found him, he just asked about his life and study, but he hung his head and refused to say anything. Teacher Lin learned after his home visit that the boy had no mother and his father only gave him five yuan pocket money every month.
Everything was understood, and then Mr. Lin slipped him some money to remind him: "Class is over, go and buy something to eat." The boy's eyes are moist. Holding the money given by the teacher tightly, he said softly, "You are just like my mother …" Since then, Mr. Lin has never heard other teachers sue the boy.
Once, the boy's father called and asked, "Teacher Lin, how are my children's hands and feet?" It turned out that the father found money in the boy's pocket. After listening to teacher Lin's explanation, the student's father thanked him again and again.
Later, this student was admitted to Dinghai No.1 Middle School, and sent a greeting card to Teacher Lin every Teacher's Day ... Before the freshmen entered school, they had to use the computer to divide classes. Perhaps, this somewhat retarded Lele (pseudonym) is predestined friends with Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin drew him as soon as he came up.
After the placement, Mr. Lin didn't go home, but went directly to Lele.
6. Grateful teacher 400 words of classical Chinese composition Grateful teacher's day speech teacher, everyone said that you are the pillar of cultivating 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. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful 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! 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! When we come out of ignorance and stumble up the ladder of knowledge, there is always someone holding our hand by our side. We know it's you, dear teacher.
The teacher is the spring rain in April. You dye the whole world green, but you moisten it silently. The teacher is a tall and straight tree, and young trees are springing up around you, but you have engraved an ancient annual ring; The teacher is a strong wind, and you help us soar with your own strength. No matter in the middle of winter or summer, you always stand there, arousing the enthusiasm in our hearts and lighting the lamp of our wisdom with a full posture, no matter which piece of chalk is carving the wrinkles on your forehead and dyeing your sideburns white.
The teacher is a bright moon, absorbing the golden sunshine and leading us to spend a long night in the dark. Walking into the moonlight tonight, the cool moonlight brushed gently, just like a teacher waving his wise arm and coming to you ... the autumn moon sings, teaching people no regrets.
The teacher is a breeze, unrestrained, passing by, fresh and moist. Feel the thin wind with your heart, such as warning and persuasion, indifferent thoughts and indifferent mentality. The wind has passed without a trace, but people have gained countless happiness.
The teacher is a little candlelight, which also illuminates you and me. At this moment, I seem to watch the warm candlelight floating in front of my eyes: they burn all of themselves silently and give us light and heat selflessly.
A little candlelight reflects my heart. This candlelight moved me and wished our teacher well.
7. Write an article that touches your campus. Write a teacher of not less than 600 words. Touching the campus, I walked into the teacher's office with the smell of chopped green onion. Zhao Enbiao comes from rural Puyang, Henan Province, and has opened a small shop at home to make a living.
In 2002, shortly after he was admitted to Henan University in Kaifeng, his family suffered a series of changes: an accident, the business of the small shop plummeted; Mother suffering from brain tumor needs craniotomy; Father pulled a load of wheat to sell, and accidentally overturned when crossing the bridge; Grandpa, who worked hard, died of illness ... "No matter how hard it is, you must find a way to solve it yourself, and you can't let your family worry." Xiao Zhao gritted his teeth.
After each holiday, while other students enjoyed the leisure of the holiday, Xiao Zhao began a hard working life. During the summer vacation of his freshman year, he found a job in an early stall near the school.
He lives in a simple shed of five or six square meters. He gets up at 4 o'clock every morning, mixes noodles, bakes cakes and sells porridge, and closes at 8 o'clock. At the same time, he also has a job as a school guard on duty.
After work, Xiao Zhao came to the teacher's office to help teachers and senior students make building models and cultivate their professional ability. When he arrived at school early, a classmate jokingly asked, "Ah Biao, why do you smell like chopped green onion?" Looking forward to the future life and work life with the workers has hardships that ordinary people can't imagine.
During the summer vacation of sophomore year, Zhao Enbiao was introduced to work in a feed factory in Zhengzhou, earning a higher income. The most tiring thing is carrying a big bag. The 70-kilogram raw material package is carried on the 65-kilogram body, wobbling and trudging.
Get up the next day and find that your fingers can't bend. On that occasion, he worked for a month and a half and earned 750 yuan.
In the summer vacation of junior year, Zhao En marked out that he was now on the construction site, working as a mason, laying bricks and building sewers; Living in a big tent crowded with twenty or thirty people on the construction site, sleeping in a bed made of boards and bricks. College students come to work, and migrant workers feel fresh.
A few days later, Xiao Zhao "mingled" with them, and everyone had the same topic, talking about the situation at home and looking forward to the future life. Many workers also follow Xiao Zhao's example to educate their children.
Although there are so many hardships in life, Zhao Enbiao never complains, still looks forward to life and tries his best to help people around him. During his college years, as a monitor, he gave his classmates the opportunity to enjoy student loans and work-study programs because of the shortage of places. During the winter vacation, he found a part-time job as a car painter, earned 45 yuan, and later gave it to a poor old man in the same village; His junior high school classmate's mother was seriously ill, so he sent 200 yuan ... At school, he studied hard and often won scholarships.
Poverty is a good school for life. There is also a story about Zhao Enbiao's attachment to the sea. His major in Henan University is a five-year program. In the last year, everyone is looking for an internship unit.
Xiao Zhao yearns for Shanghai, hoping to go to Shanghai for an internship, and at the same time, she is going to apply for a postgraduate degree at Shanghai Jiaotong University. He found an architectural design institute in Shanghai online and wanted to go there for an internship, so he wrote a long letter to the person in charge of the design institute, telling his own experience and ambition.
The person in charge agreed to Xiao Zhao's internship request and enthusiastically helped him solve his life problems in Shanghai. All the money earned by Xiao Zhao's one-year internship is basically used to repay the science fee.
In September this year, on the day of reporting to Shanghai Jiaotong University, Zhao Enbiao had only 100 yuan left. The "green channel" set up by the school for poor students enabled him to enter school smoothly and applied for a national student loan.
I was cornered by life, but Zhao Enbiao straightened up strongly. He is optimistic: "Poverty is a good school for life.
I have suffered a lot, gained a lot of experience, and learned to cherish and be grateful. "。