A summer vacation passed quickly and we entered a new school year. At the same time, we also ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. What we have learned is inseparable from the teacher's teaching and embodies the teacher's hard work.
The teacher is like a diligent gardener, watering us with hard work. For our growth and learning more knowledge, teachers don't know how much sweat they have paid, but they don't ask for anything in return. Every exercise book we do is carefully corrected by the teacher, and we have to prepare lessons until late at night.
There is a good poem: "In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." A teacher is like a silkworm, serving others, asking for nothing in return and never complaining. Isn't this selfless dedication worthy of admiration? Although your academic performance is poor, the teacher will not give up on you but will try his best to help you, hoping you can make progress; Although your academic performance is very good, the teacher will not be partial to you, but will be strict with you in all aspects. I hope you can go to the next level. Teachers are kind and equal to every student.
Now that Teacher's Day is coming, what gift should I give my teacher? Yes! Our best gift to teachers is our progress. Only in this way can the teacher feel gratified. In this golden September, let's offer our most sincere wishes to our teachers!
Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And with a broad mind and profound knowledge dedicated to you and my teacher.
The three-foot platform dyed with white hair is full of peaches and plums, showing a beautiful smile. Praise you, dear teacher, bless you, dear teacher!
Without you, there would be no me today-thank you very much!
Three-foot platform, dyed white hair, full of peaches and plums, showing a beautiful smile. Praise you, dear teacher, bless you, dear teacher!
If I can fly high, thank you for giving me a pair of powerful wings. In your eyes, I feel like a spring breeze.
Life is like a dream, which is the seed you sow for us. Let our dreams take root. I love you, teacher!
On the journey of life, you lit the light of hope for me, enriched my soul and increased my wisdom. Thank you! The teacher wishes you health forever! Have fun! happy
Autumn leaves brushed gently, just like your kind words gave me the tenderest comfort and the most sincere education. Bless your dear teacher. ...
Dear teacher: Thank you for everything you have done for me with your hard work and sweat. Your beautiful figure will never be erased in the hearts of students. Teacher, you have worked hard to feed the urchin, and it is full of peaches and plums. Many students come to thank you and wish the teacher good health in his later years.
You are like a candle, giving all the light and heat to the students! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words, that is burning!
You hold up tomorrow's sun and shine on the future of mankind. Today is your festival, my teacher!
You are a magical beach, where I can look up at the beautiful shells in the world. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!
Life is like a song, you planted those notes and educated us with hard sweat!
The midnight light illuminates your white hair. September 10, you have a holiday!
I love you, teacher.
Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating our newly sprouted "saplings". Teachers are like an eternal lamp, illuminating themselves and every student.
Teacher, when we came to school, you led us into the classroom with a smile and gave us endless knowledge.
Teacher, you always encourage us to be brave when we are hesitant to raise our hands in class.
Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck lost in the world of mortals. Whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home.
Teacher, for our mission. You would rather be a leaf than a red flower. You want to polish the dawn of the world with your own ability, so that your classmates' dreams can fly farther and higher.
Teacher, how much sweat do you pay whenever you revise our homework in the office? Your heart is higher than the sky and wider than the sea, thinking about our study all the time. You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes. ...
Teachers' profession is not allowed to be false; The occupation of teachers does not include adulterers. Teaching people has a long heart, but grandstanding means nothing. All hypocrisy, ugliness, pursuit of fame, and harming others' interests are against teachers' ethics and are not allowed by the title of teacher.
Teacher, you have taught us all your life to understand why we should pursue something and why we should admire ourselves. Teacher, you left the most beautiful smile to this beautiful world. You are a myth in our hearts.
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.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Teacher, you have worked hard. We love you!
The September wind blows the blue sky and the purple wind chimes under the eaves. Another beautiful autumn has arrived, and another warm festival has arrived! 10 that day, there was such a thing-
In the morning, the sun is shining and there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. Wang Yun walked along the narrow path and saw wild chrysanthemums and weeds on the roadside. He danced happily with the breeze, and then he suddenly realized that today is Teacher's Day. She thought: What gift should I give the teacher? Notebook or pen? No, there is no shortage of Miss Wang. This is, she saw the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside and thought: Send some wild chrysanthemums to the teacher! So, she picked 30 wild chrysanthemums, which also represented a little heart of 30 people in the class. Then he put a note in a flower and crept into Mr. Wang's office.
Wang Yun looked out of the teacher's window, and then put the wild chrysanthemums in Miss Wang's pen container. I saw the globe, reading glasses and Chinese books on the table and cheered when I smelled this faint fragrance. The gentle sunshine shines on the teacher's desk, which looks particularly beautiful.
At this moment, Miss Wang came over and saw her eyes bloodshot. She walked into the office door and smelled a faint fragrance. She walked into the office with a smell and saw two flowers in the pen container with a piece of paper stuffed in it. So, Miss Wang put on reading glasses and read carefully: "In the golden autumn of September, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. What a glorious festival it is! Teacher, you have worked hard! We will study hard, make progress every day, live up to your expectations and repay your love with excellent results. On this Teacher's Day, we will present another gift for you. " Reading, reading, Miss Wang's eyes are full of crystal tears. So the teacher went to find those students, only to find that they were already waiting for Mr. Wang. As soon as the students saw Mr. Wang, they threw themselves into his arms and said, "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "Miss Wang's mouth trembled slightly, as if she were still talking about something. ...
Isn't Mr. Wang's obscure dedication to education like that ordinary and simple chrysanthemum?
In praising the teacher's composition, you gave us a ruler of life for us to measure every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
In a small classroom, you teach them how to write their own names, and you melt the whole world into their hearts. From scratch, from now on, groups of students are downloading handsome Mercedes-Benz horses with your help! Small chalk is your hands, depicting the blueprint in your heart. The class bell is the horn of your journey. You will be happy with the excellent results of the students, you will leave your sweat along the way, and you will patiently explain to the poor students. These are your children, and you can't bear to leave any of them behind. You forgot to eat and sleep for the children, you dedicated yourself to the children, and you gave your heart to them for the children. That's it, you burn yourself, that's it, you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to pay!
How many days and nights have you been awake, and how many ups and downs. Leave the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people's teacher! You will give knowledge wings to a child who is learning English, and you will educate naughty students into useful people. All the joys and sorrows, laughter and gratitude will make you sweet forever. Many years have passed, and when you see your classmates around you, you will hold their hands with tears of excitement, and you will not let go for a long time. When you see what they have learned, you will give them encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make your heart eternal. You are so selfless and regretless, and you burn yourself so much.
Ah! 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.
I have a teacher. He is my father. No one knows him better than I do. He has his own unique way of teaching and educating people, and his classmates respect him very much.
Suppose he educates people. I remember that once the Chinese teacher was in class, the students all listened with relish. Suddenly, my father, Mr. Yang, sneaked in from the back door, patted Wen Ping, grabbed the balloon and went out. It turned out that Wen Ping was blowing balloons in class, and Teacher Yang saw it outside the door. After class, Teacher Yang called Wen Ping to the door and told him earnestly. Wen Ping realized that she was wrong, and never dared to "run wild" in front of the teacher again. This is how Teacher Yang taught us silently. There is a saying among the students: "Teacher Yang, it rains first, then it thunders, and it will be fine after the rain!"
Another time, when Teacher Yang was in class, I didn't know who was talking like a crow in class. Oh, no. Teacher Yang found out. He stopped the lecture and said, "Let's invite him to give a lecture." The classmate blushed and was embarrassed. I know he feels worse than being beaten and scolded.
Teacher Yang not only teaches people in a strange way, but also teaches people in a strange way. He always rewards and punishments clearly, and stamps his classmates with class currency. If they do their homework correctly and write well, they will be given five yuan class currency. Maybe you will ask, "What's the use of this class currency?" No wonder, I felt the same way at first, so I dispersed the money I got. But one day, I made five mistakes and I was fined five yuan. If I have no money, I will be punished. I fainted. So I began to cherish this hard-won class currency. According to the teacher's regulations, anyone who gathers in 200 yuan will be exempted from winter vacation homework in this issue. In this way, students who are usually lazy are trying to do their homework in order not to do winter vacation homework. Not to be outdone, I work hard to earn class fees. By the middle of the semester, the academic performance of our class had soared like being possessed.
Teacher Yang is also conscientious in her work. I finished my homework and went to find my father. I opened the door of the administrative office a crack and saw Mr. Yang preparing lessons. Seeing his meticulous appearance, my heart moved.
This is the person that the students respect-Teacher Yang, and also my beloved father.
Each of us has seen this bridge. It receives thousands of people every day, and it silently and selflessly gives everything to people. Although the appearance is not beautiful, it is beautiful in essence. Therefore, people praise it. Teachers are like bridges, working silently. In order to train the next generation to become useful talents in the motherland, they devoted their lives to the education of the motherland. She deserves our praise.
Our teacher works very hard. During the day, she gives us lessons; In the evening, she corrects our homework. I remember one night, when I came home from playing outside with some friends, I saw that the lights in the teacher's dormitory were still on. We quietly came to the teacher's window and looked through the glass, only to see the teacher correcting our homework. The pen in her hand turned on the paper for a while, and then swished and wrote; I'll frown for a while and think about it. We are very grateful to see the teacher correcting our homework so seriously. After a while, I saw the teacher yawning and rubbing his hazy eyes. We all thought the teacher was going to bed. But the teacher went to the washbasin, washed his face with cold water and continued to correct his homework. At this point, our eyes are moist, and a feeling of admiration arises spontaneously.
Our teacher is as selfless as a bridge. One day, the teacher was giving us a lesson. Suddenly, I had a bad cough and my face turned red. Obviously, I have a cold. The students advised the teacher to go back to rest, but she still insisted on giving us lessons. At this point, we were on pins and needles, and all stood up and said to the teacher, "Teacher, go back and take some medicine!" " ! We will study hard while you are away. ""Never mind, I will hold on! " The teacher said with a smile. As we listened, a feeling of gratitude welled up in our hearts.
Our teacher is very simple. She worked tirelessly to make us young "flowers" the pillars of the motherland. Once, I was sick and couldn't go to school. I am very anxious. In the evening, the teacher came to make up lessons for me and came home very late. She is ordinary and ordinary, and never stands out. But the love for us is deeply imprinted in every student's mind.
I praise you! Dear teacher, you are like a bright light, illuminating our road to success.
Today is Teachers' Day. Here, I think a lot. It is the teacher's hard work that has turned us from an ignorant child into a civilized, polite and knowledgeable good student. I want to say to the teacher who has been struggling in his post: "You have worked hard!"
I want to thank Mr. Wang very much. I remember it was my first get-together when I first entered school. Teacher Wang asked me to be an English host. My heart suddenly became tense. How can I become an English host? My uncles and aunts who are English hosts are all eloquent and fluent in language. And I, a little boy, just entered school, how can I be a host? Teacher Wang seemed to read my mind, called me to the office and said to me, "Don't be afraid, son, tell me what's on your mind."
I said, "I am a child, and my eloquence is not good. How can I be a host? "
"Because of this!" Teacher Wang encouraged me to say, "People should advance despite difficulties, and don't retreat despite difficulties. Why can't children be hosts? " After listening to the teacher, I felt less nervous and agreed.
I didn't expect that being a host requires repeated practice. A rehearsal happened to meet an art class, and I secretly complained: my beloved art class! It's going to ruin again! But then I thought: being a host is much more important than taking an art class. When I successfully finished the rehearsal, the teachers next to me said, "You are great!" " "
When the party arrived, my tacit cooperation with another host, Zhang Jingyi, attracted warm applause from parents, classmates and teachers. When I translated paragraphs of Chinese into paragraphs of fluent English, I paused and looked at Mr. Wang. Teacher Wang's eyes are full of trust, which makes my confidence and courage double. After the party, Mr. Wang gave me a thumbs-up and said, "You are great!" " "After listening to Teacher Wang's encouragement, my heart is as sweet as honey.
Several years have passed, and my growth and progress is the happiest thing you can see as a teacher. Here, I want to say to you: "thank you, teacher!" " "
Who is the composition about praising the teacher, preparing lessons under the lamp in the dead of night?
Who injected the source of knowledge into our ignorant hearts? Who is like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating our young hearts? Who lit the brightest lamp on the road of our lost life?
It's you, teacher! You have cultivated the tender seedlings that just broke ground on the first day with hard sweat.
It's you, teacher! With a small piece of chalk in your hand, you lead us into the ocean of knowledge.
It's you, teacher! You tell us the truth of being a man with warm words.
It's you, teacher! The burning torch in your hand will always guide us!
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 never show off yourself in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you. With you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of poetry!
You release all the heat, all the light and all the energy without hesitation. You want to be a red candle, loved and admired!
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and the power of love with the noblest feelings of human beings. You are the cultivator and sower of love. You shine with the sunshine and moisten with the rain and dew of love, making our hearts lush and colorful!
Your love is as warm as the sun, as quiet as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. You, teacher, are the greatest and cleanest person in the world!
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions, and countless people are stirred by you. You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle; You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped the souls of these young people. ...
The autumn season is fruitful. In this fruitful September, we welcome your festival with reverence. Here, on behalf of all the students, I would like to express my holiday congratulations to you: Mr. Yuhong, you have worked hard. I wish you a happy holiday!
On the composition of praising teachers 10 Teachers are a bright light in each of our hearts and light up our life path. She is my teacher, Miss Zhu.
Teacher, you prepare lessons day and night, and you spend one lesson after another. It was you who spent countless hours correcting homework, and it was you who used one red pen after another. It is your vigorous blackboard writing that has brought us a wealth of knowledge, and the blackboard has become thinner layer by layer.
Ah, teacher, you are the key to my wisdom. You have taught me endless knowledge and benefited me a lot.
At that time, I just started to learn to write a composition. As soon as I write a composition, I always whisper in my heart: "Writing a composition is a headache!" Always "pull the gourd, pull the gourd"! It's like a mess. I can't figure it out. And you see, a bunch of praises: "Not bad! Just a little flaw in the white wall! " Then, you smiled and picked up a red ballpoint pen and said, "Let me cut the gordian knot!" " "Under the desk lamp, your forehead oozes fine sweat, and the pen in your hand is like a shotgun. Aim at it and scan it word for word. I glanced through it after I changed it. Wow! It's really "turning stone into gold"! You patted me on the shoulder and said, "When writing a composition, you should observe carefully and write your true feelings, otherwise you will never write well." I listened and nodded thoughtfully. Since then, my composition level has been greatly improved.
Ah, teacher, you are the signpost of my life, guiding me to success and teaching me the truth of being a man.
That time, we played on the playground. I saw a very beautiful flower in the grass, so I reached for it. Someone stopped me, and that was you. You took me to the playground and sat down and said, "Ethan, everyone must have a sense of caring for flowers and plants." If everyone picks flowers, won't all the flowers in the world be picked? " I listened and bowed my head in shame. After that, I never picked flowers again.
Ah! Teacher, you are a beacon in my voyage, encouraging me to make progress. I will love, respect and praise you in the future.