The teacher's concern is a kind of love, and the teacher's criticism is also a kind of love. Below I have collected essays about teachers’ love for your reference. Chapter 1: Teacher’s love
What kind of love is a teacher’s love?
I forgot when I first heard the amiable term “teacher”. I just remember that the teacher in my impression is a person who teaches us a lot of knowledge and allows us to understand the principles of life. He is a very noble and great image.
As I spent more time with the teacher, I gradually understood the teacher from his words and deeds, and deeply realized the teacher’s silent love.
The teacher often forgets to eat and sleep for us. After school, whenever we clean up and walk past the teacher's window, I often see the teacher still immersed in correcting homework. The hard work makes me deeply moved. It's late at night, and the light in the teacher's office is still on. It is the figure of the teacher preparing lessons. Teacher, you have worked hard and dedicated yourself silently for us! You never cry out that you are tired, but you only let out a tired yawn after immersing yourself in work.
The teacher's lenience and strictness often inspire us to work hard. Whenever we are frustrated or do something wrong, the teacher will always encourage and tolerate us; when some students talk or make small moves in class, the teacher will always remind them with her magical eyes to make the students concentrate and listen carefully. . I remember one time, when our midterm exam results were not satisfactory and we were dejected, the teacher saw our helpless eyes. She carefully and carefully helped us analyze the reasons for our failure, and encouraged us not to be discouraged in the face of failure. That's it, the teacher's love lies in the words of instruction, which enable us to overcome difficulties with confidence and work hard; the teacher's love lies in the silent eyes, which often encourage us, tolerate us, and care for us.
In short, the teacher's love is silent, not a word of criticism and complaint, not a look of anger and helplessness, but patience, tolerance and teaching. This kind of love is better than a red candle. It does not hesitate to turn into drops of candle tears and wisps of smoke to illuminate the path of our growth and dedicate all its light and heat to us.
Teacher’s love is the greatest love in the world! Chapter 2: Teacher’s love
In my journey of growing up, there was a teacher who always cared for me and gave me Encouragement taught me many principles of learning, gave me an umbrella of knowledge, and took me to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
It was a muggy and hot day, and I was concentrating on reading Chinese books in the classroom. Prepare yourself for the next class. At this time, the teacher walked up to me gently, gave me a sweet smile, and then said: "Yingying, you are a good child. You study very seriously. You should actively raise your hands to speak in class. If you don't understand, just ask There is nothing to be embarrassed about. The exam is coming soon. Try to get satisfactory results!"
"Thank you, teacher" we chatted happily.
After class, the teacher selected a few articles. She asked me, Fangfang, and Mingming to read them together. The content was humorous and interesting, making everyone laugh. Then, the teacher used the three words "fake", "set" and "empty" to explain to us the elements of writing articles and gave examples. Those examples were so funny, like jokes, that our stomachs hurt from laughing. The teacher also read us several compositions written by others in dialect. Hi, these are some "joke compositions" that made us laugh so hard. Amidst laughter, I finally understood that writing an article is not difficult. The key is to be truthful, write in an eclectic way, and the sentences are not vague. By mastering these points, you can write every composition well. The teacher asked me to speak out loud about the main points of my writing. After class, the teacher once again guided my writing step by step. Gradually, my writing improved, and I was so happy!
With the teacher’s teaching and encouragement, I am already a fifth-grade student. , is about to end my elementary school years. We were about to say goodbye in a blink of an eye, and the scene of the teacher talking to me again and again appeared in front of my eyes.
If the school is compared to a garden, then the teacher is the gardener, and we are the flowers. The teacher waters, fertilizes, and weeds us to grow vigorously. I will never forget the teacher's love for me.
Chapter 3: Teacher’s love
From elementary school to junior high school, teacher’s love has always surrounded us. It is precisely because of teacher’s love that we can grow up happily and slowly mature, teacher Taught us how to do things and how to be a good person.
When I was a child, I once let my teacher worry me. Because I was naughty at the time, the teacher couldn’t do anything to me. It wasn’t until I entered elementary school that my playful spirit gradually stopped. I remember that I was in the second grade. When I was in grade one, I didn't know what I had eaten and my stomach felt very uncomfortable. The teacher saw it and asked me about my cold and warmth. He also bought me medicine from the pharmacy. After taking the medicine, I gradually got better.
Afterwards, I was very grateful to the teacher. I always wanted to find an opportunity to thank her properly, but I never found a suitable opportunity. The teacher told me that as long as I could get a good grade in the exam, it would be the best for him. In return, I studied hard and finally achieved a good result in the year-end exam. Even now, although I have entered junior high school, I still miss this teacher very much.
Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland, but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It’s just you who supports the backbone of our generation. You are like a candle, giving all your light and heat to the future generations. Your character and spirit can be expressed in quantitative words, that is - burning, burning continuously. .
You work in the present, but you build the tomorrow you have done. You teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator. It is you who shines with the beautiful sunshine and uses the beautiful Moistened by rain and dew, our hearts are filled with green grass and blooming flowers.
Your lectures are so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of us, allowing us to see a beautiful world...
You gave us We have a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day. You have given us a hat of exemplary behavior, so that we can learn from it everywhere...
Your love is as warm as the sun and as gentle as the spring breeze. , as sweet as a clear spring, your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than final love, your love is more pure, your love is the greatest, most selfless and most sacred in the world. On the running line, my nervous heart was beating "dong dong dong" and I looked around in fear. Suddenly, I saw the teacher's hopeful eyes looking at me, as if to encourage me. Gradually, I became less nervous.
"Bang"! The gun was fired, and the competition was fierce! Seeing that other players were ahead of me, I suddenly became nervous and thought, "It's over." When I saw the teacher's eyes again At the time, it seemed to be saying to me: Don't be nervous, don't be discouraged. If you have the courage to participate, I believe you will also have the courage to get a good ranking! Slowly, I restrained my mood and calmed down, straightened myself out, and I said to myself Said: Go ahead, get a good ranking, so that I will not let down the teacher’s expectations for me and the class!
Although I worked hard, our class only got third place. After the game , I said to the teacher dejectedly: "Teacher Liu, you all blame me for running slowly. "Teacher Liu smiled and patted my shoulder, with a gentle light in his eyes, comforting me: "Don't be sad, you have tried your best. ”
Teacher Liu, you have paid so much for us, but you have never asked for anything in return. You have dedicated everything to us. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. ;You are like chalk, you have consumed yourself and dedicated your knowledge; you are like spring silkworms, you have sacrificed yourself and decorated others; you are like a gardener, you have worked hard all day long to cultivate the fragrance of flowers in the garden...
You are. So ordinary and great. I will never forget you, dear Teacher Liu, your noble spirit of selfless dedication is a model for me to always learn from! Chapter 4: Teacher’s Love
The person I respect the most is Our Chinese teacher. She has an oval face, big watery eyes, and a pair of beautiful glasses on her high nose. She looks very quiet and knowledgeable.
She is our Chinese teacher. The head teacher, she likes her classmates very much. Although she is sometimes very strict with us, she does it for our own good!
He gets up early and stays busy every day. , impart all the knowledge to us. In this midterm exam, our class's results were not very satisfactory. The teacher was very anxious. In order to encourage us not to lose heart, he stayed after school every day to help us with our homework.
Until all her classmates went home, she was still correcting homework carefully in the office.
During class, you can always hear the teacher’s melodious lecture voice and kind and touching words. After class, she is like our good friend, caring for us. Sometimes they even play interesting games with us!
The teacher has always been serious and responsible for his work, spending all his time and energy on his students.
Once, the teacher’s child had a fever of 40 degrees. She was very anxious, but she still took time out of her busy schedule to teach us. We were moved by the teacher.
Another time, the teacher herself fell ill. Her face looked a little pale and haggard, but she still insisted on teaching us despite her illness. Every student studies more seriously and attentively than usual. Although the teacher's throat was hoarse, every word she spoke was loud; although the teacher's hands were trembling, every word she wrote was very powerful; even though the teacher was unwell, she still gritted her teeth and persisted.
The teacher’s obscurity and selfless dedication are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others, nurturing us like hard-working gardeners, and fully demonstrating a heart that is loyal to the cause of education. The fiery heart is so great. I really want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard! You are really our good teacher! We love you"
We must study hard and live up to you. expectations. Chapter Five: Teacher's Love
Grass opens the door to spring; flowers open the door to summer; fruits open the door to autumn; cold snow opens the door to winter; teacher, opens the door to winter. The door of wisdom opens.
Some people say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; some people say that teachers are like beacons, guiding us in the way forward when we are confused. yes! The selfless efforts of our beloved teachers are expected to enable our students to achieve excellent results and become people who contribute to society.
As Teachers’ Day approaches, I can’t help but think of my first grade teacher, Teacher Han. She is tall and her long hair is so flowing. The two eyes are big and twinkling; so beautiful! She is both loving and strict with her students!
In class, you used the colorful chalk to write down a lot of knowledge on the blackboard to teach us; you let us play with the tasks in the textbook, and the punctuation points were the blue sky, white clouds, flowers, grass and trees... …Let us play in play and gain knowledge in play. The first time we wrote an essay, we racked our brains and couldn't figure out how to write it. It is you who patiently teaches us how to write in order to write more vivid, more vivid, and more interesting compositions; it is you who let me taste the joy of writing compositions; it is you who make my imagination richer; it is you who make me like it. It’s time to write an essay!
Once, I was sick and couldn't go to school. After I recovered from my illness, I came to school. Teacher Han came over immediately after seeing me, bent down and said to me kindly: "How is it? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Facing Teacher Han's closed eyes, I couldn't help but nodded. nodded. Teacher Han has also caught a cold in the past two days. His throat is not good and his voice is a little hoarse. After class, you didn't care about rest, so you took me to the office to make up for the class. During the make-up class, you kept coughing, but you didn't care. You continue to give me extra lessons. Looking at your chapped lips, I feel very uncomfortable! Teacher Han, no matter how busy or tired you are every day, you always take time to make up for me... You carefully and carefully make up for me the knowledge in the textbook, just like giving lectures to the whole class, meticulous, serious and meticulous, my You also corrected the homework carefully and never let go of a mistake. You humorously told interesting news about extracurriculars, schools, and classes, allowing me to enjoy this comfortable and happy time with you. I listened eagerly, intoxicated, as if It makes me feel that I am not in the office, but with my classmates. Thank you, teacher. It is your hard work that has brought about the improvement in my grades. Teacher, I will never forget...
Dear Teacher, you are like a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers.
"Spring silkworms weave silk threads, and nectar nourishes new seedlings." I know that your praise contains encouragement, and your severity contains expectations. It’s great to be your student! Chapter 6: Teacher’s Love
Some people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world.
Yes, everyone has a mother, and everyone has received that sweet maternal love, and what I want to talk about is the meticulous care that my class teacher, Teacher Zhu, has for my classmates.
I remember that before the start of the third grade, the school decided to replace our class with a new head teacher. She had a pair of bright big eyes on her round face, as if she was talking to us. When she pursed her lips and smiled, a pair of bright eyes appeared at the corners of her mouth. With charming dimples, she is our new class teacher-Teacher Zhu.
In the first few days, some naughty classmates in my class didn't look good on her. They either talked in class or caused trouble everywhere. I thought that Teacher Zhu would give them a severe blow, but Teacher Zhu used her spare time to talk to them, listen to their ideas and suggestions, and communicate with them patiently, so that they truly realized their mistakes from the bottom of their hearts. A few months have passed, and each of these naughty classmates seems to have changed.
Teacher Zhu is very serious and responsible at work. She comes to the classroom early every morning to organize our morning reading and morning exercises. Usually, she doesn't teach as much in each class as other teachers do. She pays great attention to cultivating our self-study ability. Each class only focuses on the key parts of the text and the difficult-to-understand explanations. The rest of the time guides us to analyze, understand and complete the exercises by ourselves. If we don’t understand the questions, we can raise them in class and discuss them together in a timely manner. This makes our There has been significant progress in Chinese proficiency. Once, a strange symbol appeared on the homework of a classmate in the class. The classmates were all laughing. I think this must be Teacher Zhu, who looks after his young daughter with one hand and carefully corrects our homework with the other hand late every night. !
Teacher Zhu is not only serious and responsible at work, but also cares about every student in life. Recently, a classmate in the class fell ill. Regardless of the busy work and physical fatigue, Teacher Zhu went all the way to the hospital to visit him. Without too many words, the classmate felt that the teacher meant more to him than a mother. of care. With tears of excitement in his eyes, this classmate looked at the teacher for a long time until the teacher left.
Time passes day by day, but the same thing happens every day: Teacher Zhu is happy for the results we have achieved and anxious for the mistakes we have made. That incident made me deeply feel that Teacher Zhu is a good teacher who is serious on the outside but full of care for the children in his heart. This can't help but make me have infinite love for this hard-working gardener. Chapter 7: Teacher’s Love
Full of books, a pair of glasses on the bridge of my nose, a pair of bright big eyes in the mirror, sometimes she smiles, the sun shines brightly, but once her face sinks; even if she doesn’t appear The naughty students also quieted down. I think you already know who she is. Yes, she is our beloved Teacher Li.
What I admire most is Teacher Li’s calligraphy. Teacher Li's calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and is done in one go. Sometimes during calligraphy classes, Teacher Li would practice calligraphy with us, and he would remind us to sit upright during the calligraphy practice. During class, she talks and writes on the blackboard, so that our knowledge and calligraphy can be improved to the next level.
It is precisely because of the selfless love in their hearts that teachers’ teaching and educating activities are like the spring breeze turning into rain, selflessly nourishing seedlings and flowers, watering out the flowers of wisdom and the fruits of civilization.
Teacher Li also has a pair of sensitive eyes. If you do something good, she will look at you with a smile, as if you are looking at this very beautiful piece of jade, and your face will look like an apple. Same red. If you do something bad, her eyes will be on you until you look down and admit your mistake. Teacher Li's eloquence and writing style are very good. Every time a text is taught, there will be an introduction so that we can better understand the text.
The teacher’s love is like the spring breeze turning into rain, like the warm sun in winter, like a navigation beacon...
I remember that I was in the third grade at that time, because I ate bean curds in the morning, and the cold wind blew me away. Damn it, I couldn’t help but vomited during the second class in the morning. I felt dizzy and had flashes of light in my eyes. That class was supposed to be about test papers. When you saw that I was uncomfortable, you stopped a class specifically for me, poured me a glass of warm water, and hurriedly called my dad. You were so busy that you never stopped. I cried out in pain.
Over the past six years, I have seen your meticulous care for me. Over the past six years, I have also experienced infinite warmth:
You are like the warm sunshine, shining on us. Growth; you are like the sweet rain and dew, bringing us coolness; you are like the gentle spring breeze, blowing our cheeks; you are like the hard-working gardener, giving us sufficient nutrients.
Teachers are like our parents, helping us when we are in trouble, comforting us when we are sad, and sharing with us when we are happy.
The bird thanked the sky because the sky allowed it to fly freely; the stream thanked the sea because it made friends; and I thanked the teacher because it was the teacher who made me grow from a seed of ignorance to a Sensible seedling! Chapter 8: Teacher’s Love
When I was in the third grade, I met our head teacher, Teacher Wang. Teacher Wang is enthusiastic, cheerful and affable. In more than a year of study and life, Teacher Wang has given endless care to every student in our class. Let us, the little trees that have just stood upright, thrive under the moisture of the rain and dew of love.
The teacher’s love is like a violent storm, washing away the words, deeds and hearts of each of our classmates. I remember one time, most of our classmates couldn't memorize notes, but they were checked out by Teacher Wang, who was as keen as a falcon. The teacher shouted loudly: "Yesterday, the homework was not explained clearly, why was it not completed?" Teacher Wang, who had always been amiable, suddenly became angry. Most of the students were frightened and did not dare to look at Teacher Wang, so they lowered their heads in shame. Whispering, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!" It was the first time I felt the teacher's stormy love, and I was petrified. However, good advice may be harmful to the ears, but it is beneficial to the practice! I also understand the teacher’s painstaking efforts.
The teacher’s love is like the sunshine and rain in spring, nourishing our little seedlings. I remember, it was September 10th last year - Teachers' Day, and our classmates wanted to give Teacher Wang a surprise. On that day, several of our class cadres came to the school early to discuss specific implementation methods and prepared the content of the activities. Quietly waiting for Teacher Wang's arrival. "Bell, bell, bell..." A crisp and melodious ringtone echoed in the campus, and the lively campus suddenly became quiet. Teacher Wang walked in with Chinese books as usual, walked to the podium and said: "Class!" The whole class should have said: "Happy Teacher's Day!" But a small number of students had problems and shouted loudly : "Hello, teacher!" I thought to myself: "This is too bad. Didn't you practice just now? How could you forget?" Teacher Wang's kind words interrupted my thoughts: "Yu Meng said first, 'One, two ', and then you can just say 'Happy Teacher's Day'." . . . . . For a moment, my throat was blocked by the passion in my heart. . . . . . The deafening voice of "Happy Teacher's Day" rang out in the classroom.
The teacher's love is like the gentle wind, caressing our young bodies and inspiring us to move forward. Whenever a classmate gets an honor, Teacher Wang always says: "Look at this person and remember to learn from her (him)!" This simple sentence warms the hearts of every classmate. Also, every time the teacher corrects my composition, he encourages me and gives me valuable opinions. When we encounter difficulties, teachers always encourage us to overcome them.
The teacher's love is like a surging river, working tirelessly, day and night, endlessly. When Teacher Wang lectures, he always changes his style. Sometimes excited, sometimes calm. After this class, we not only learned a lot of knowledge, but also felt the fun of class. But looking at Teacher Wang again, he was sweating profusely, his lips were dry, and his voice was hoarse. Coupled with correcting our homework, the body is even more overwhelmed. Sure enough, after a busy night, the teacher had a lot of white hair on his head and his eyes were bloodshot. We looked at it and our eyes were moist.
Just study harder and listen obediently!
The teacher's love makes us grow from ignorance to understanding; makes our class from a mess of loose sand to a cohesive group; makes the muddy water in our class become clear and transparent! "Teacher, thank you! We love you!" Chapter 9: Teacher's Love
The teacher does his duty for us and gives us everything he has. Teacher Wan loves us as much as his parents. Although Teacher Wan has only taught us for a short year, he has given me countless love. The love of mice nourishes my heart that longs for knowledge, and the love of teacher makes me spread my wings and fly!
Teacher Wan takes care of everything and gives us lectures every day. He lectures until 6:30 in the evening. He often has to attend classes. At the end of the day, 4 or 5 of his classes are from Teacher Wan. Could it be that Teacher Wan It's a robot, aren't you tired? In fact, Teacher Wan is very tired. What is he doing for: the bonus? For the principal's praise? No, he is for our grades. He hopes to leave an exclamation mark when he graduates. Although there are many things at home, he never delays our studies. Recently, Teacher Wan has had many major events in his family: his father suffered a stroke. He was bedridden, and his lover fell ill due to various reasons and was being treated in the hospital. These huge burdens suddenly fell on Teacher Wan’s shoulders, making Teacher Wan out of breath. In this serious situation, Teacher Wan should be able to take leave and go back to see his relatives, but Teacher Wan did not do so and resolutely stayed because he was afraid that our grades would drop and he still taught us in the classroom. Teacher Wan was here He was still energetic when giving lectures. He taught us from 8 o'clock in the morning to 6 o'clock in the morning. He did not fall down, but persisted for a week. When we saw Teacher Wan again, he had lost a lot of weight. These all stem from the teacher's love for us.
The so-called "teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy". An earth-shattering thing happened during the self-study class in the third period. Because there was no teacher in the classroom, the monkey became the king. There was a frightening commotion in the classroom. Because they had to endorse, the students would have more opportunities to cause trouble. The class cadres were They were fighting on one side, and the classmates were fighting on the other side. The classroom suddenly exploded. Mei Shijie and Pan Yan actually started fighting. Later, the naughty Zhang Jun also started making trouble. After class, the teacher asked everyone how they behaved. Anyway, the class cadres had no choice but to confess those bad guys who did all kinds of evil. The teacher suddenly became thunderous, criticizing and scolding them, but Zhang Jun actually talked back to the teacher, not just one sentence, but two sentences as soon as Teacher Wan said one sentence. The teacher was annoyed by him and beat him several times in anger. Please ask the parents. When we get to school, doesn’t Teacher Wan’s behavior show that he loves us? If he doesn't love us, will he care about us? If he didn't love us, he would be so angry because of Zhang Jun's uneducated performance. This all stems from the teacher's love for us.
Don’t the above two examples illustrate the teacher’s love for us? His love for us is deep enough, how should we repay it? We must put a perfect exclamation mark on the last exam in elementary school to repay the teacher's love for us!