Chapter 1: The Hard-working Gardener
What is a gardener? Some say it is the guardian of flowers; some say it is the worker who cultivates flowers in the garden; others say it is the motherland. Cultivators; I think they are our teachers, who work hard to cultivate the "flowers" of the motherland and bring us rich knowledge one after another.
When the bell rang at the top of our lungs, we ran into the classroom, sat in our seats, and waited for the teacher's footsteps.
No matter which teacher is there, they are all worth remembering; especially my Chinese teacher, Teacher Liu. She has a big round face with beautiful big eyes, a small cherry mouth, and thick little eyebrows. Looking back on her now, I feel a sour feeling in my heart because we did not cherish our time with Teacher Liu. When she was in school, we always made her angry, and time passed as fast as water. The teacher left us because he had his own "flower".
For us, Teacher Liu was injured again and again.
In fact, every teacher’s starting point is for the sake of his classmates. Even if the teacher punches, kicks or severely punishes you, it seems to be in compliance with the saying: hitting is a close relationship, scolding is a love. I still remember that when we were in the sixth grade, we faced another ordinary exam like happy birds. After the exam, we still took it home and signed it, but unexpectedly, I forgot to sign it. What do I want to do when I feel sad at school? I also thought, Teacher Liu is a good teacher, why won’t he let me go? Am I so scared that I feel overwhelmed? But by the end, my heart was pounding from left to right. I told Teacher Liu that I didn't sign my test paper, and Teacher Liu said, "Those who didn't sign, stand up." Several students stood up, and I also stood up anxiously. The teacher asked us to squat down and write down the reasons for not signing 200 times. At that time, I was like an enemy to Teacher Liu. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid.
In this way, I sat for most of the class and wrote several reasons why I didn’t sign. I remember that I kept writing like “I forgot to sign”, “I forgot to sign”, and “I forgot to sign”. Teacher Liu said he was dizzy and walked to the office, and then I burst into tears. Until Teacher Li from Class 3 took a photo, saying that Teacher Liu fainted that day and was frothing at the mouth. His phone had a password that could not be unlocked and his family could not be notified. We just learned that Teacher Liu was sick and went to the hospital.
In the days to come, Teacher Liu returned to the beautiful school and continued to teach us. We never dared to be angry with her again.
When we were happy together, she encouraged and believed in me again and again. It was a bright, hot sun like a big fireball. We watched the exam on the big screen in the classroom. We finished answering this test paper quietly, and the teacher gave each of our classmates one paper and scored. My heart can't wait to know the score as soon as possible. I will definitely do better than the one behind me. But the result was unexpected. I actually got a score of 75, which was incredible. Then I cried like an ignorant child. Teacher Liu saw me and comforted me and said: "It's okay. If you don't do well in the exam, just do better next time." As we studied over time, the teacher explained to us the meaning of each sentence: The second sentence is (Iceland) Laksnes A quote from The Bells of Iceland “Tears cannot wash away the pain.” The teacher gave an example and said: "You scored more than 70 points in the exam, but you cried when you didn't do well. Doesn't this mean that you can't solve the problem even if you cry?" I don't think this is about me? It was this kind of comfort and encouragement that gave me confidence and courage, and I did relatively well in the second exam. Teacher Liu will always be the most beautiful teacher in our hearts and the best teacher to us!
It is this kind of familiarity that makes us have a teacher-student relationship with each other. Just like this, we also have a certain feeling! ! We’re still enjoying that bond over the past three or four months. In the last lesson that Teacher Liu taught us, as if the birds can't live without their mother, we can't live without our Teacher Liu either!
Time! time! How can you be so heartless and unreasonable? Are you willing to abandon our classmates and Teacher Liu? Are we willing to miss our teachers? In fact, the truth is exactly the opposite. Our feelings for Teacher Liu are reluctant to let go.
Teacher! Teacher, your delicate "flower" has grown up. All teachers, please rest assured! We will study hard! It’s time to graduate, Teacher Liu! You will always be our good teacher! Thank you sincerely for your hard work and busyness in our studies.
Teacher, we will always remember the "keys" to the door of knowledge that you have given us, and we will never forget them! Chapter 2: The Hard-working Gardener
During the earthquake, I really admire the teachers who dared to sacrifice their precious lives to rescue their students. But in daily life, the person I admire the most is Teacher Liu!
Teacher Liu is tall and thin, with beautiful curly hair, which is black and shiny, thick and dense. Every time she stood in the bright sunshine and turned her head slightly, her hair would shine with dazzling luster. Her charming big eyes are bright and sparkling, just like the beautiful eyes of a Xinjiang girl dancing! When her cute apple face smiles, her eyes narrow into a straight line. And Teacher Liu’s little cherry mouth is so amazing, every word that comes out of her mouth makes sense! Teacher Liu is not only beautiful, but also very serious and responsible in her work, and she has worked hard to cultivate us. She is both strict and tolerant to each of our students, and she works tirelessly to teach us to be tolerant and considerate of our classmates.
Once, Teacher Liu and other teachers were in a meeting, and Luo Junjie, a blind and trouble-making classmate in the class, began to feel restless. He patted this classmate on the shoulder for a while, and knocked on the head of that classmate for a while. In the end, the students couldn't bear it anymore, so they swarmed up and beat Luo Junjie until he burst into tears. Seeing that the situation was not good, we immediately fled back to our seats and pretended to do our homework. Except for Luo Junjie's cry that echoed through the campus, the classroom suddenly fell into silence. About an hour later, Luo Junjie finally stopped crying, and Teacher Liu came back from the meeting. She walked into the classroom with a smile on her face and saw that each of us was very focused on writing our homework. She couldn't help but notice something was wrong, so she asked in confusion: "What happened to you? The classroom is so quiet." Suddenly, Luo Junjie stood up with a look of grievance, sobbing and saying, "Teacher Liu, they beat me!" Then he silently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. After hearing this, Teacher Liu quickly scanned the classroom. At this time, all the students in the class lowered their heads and clenched their palms nervously. So Teacher Liu asked us dubiously: "Did you really beat Luo Junjie?" "Teacher Liu, we beat Luo Junjie, but he was the one who provoked us first!" The whole class answered in unison. "Even if classmate Luo Junjie hits you, you can't hit him collectively! Classmate Luo Junjie needs our help and care more. We must learn to tolerate and understand his mistakes!" Teacher Liu began to educate us with sincerity. . Suddenly, the classroom was silent, and the students all bowed their heads in silence, but everyone's faces turned red involuntarily. From then on, no classmates bullied Luo Junjie anymore. Even though he still made trouble occasionally, everyone tried to tolerate him and care about him.
Teacher Liu, I admire you very much for treating every student fairly and seriously, giving us care, and teaching us how to be a good person. You are like a hard-working gardener who carefully cultivates the flowers of our motherland, and promptly straightens the bent branches for us so that we can grow healthily and robustly; you are like a beacon, illuminating the road ahead of us in the dark night and guiding us. Our path forward. Your teachings are as precious as spring rain; your care is as warm as the earth. Your love is more severe than father's love and more delicate than mother's love. Teacher Liu, your love is the greatest and most pure! Chapter 3: The hard-working gardener
There is a kind of person called the hard-working gardener. Her singing is the note that sows knowledge; her teaching is the music that purifies the soul...
She is Who?
She is the human soul engineer - the teacher.
What a noble and holy name this is! She turned everything about herself into the seeds of knowledge, sowing them on the blank ground in the minds of the students, constantly watering and fertilizing them. He spent his youth cultivating batch after batch of young people without regrets and guiding them to thrive. The same is true for my teacher. She is a gardener, an equally hard-working gardener.
Teacher Zhang is very delicate, just like her name.
She has a medium build, black hair, and bright black eyes that always shine with wisdom. When the sunset shines the last ray of light on Teacher Zhang's face, her white face with red face is like a blooming flower. The red peony, its bright eyes are like two crystal dewdrops rolling on the petals. Teacher Zhang always looks at us with kind and gentle eyes. I like to look into the teacher's eyes the most, because they have a magical energy and make people feel warm. But you know what? Those beautiful eyes sometimes reveal majesty, which will make the occasionally distracted little head quickly return to class, and make the naughty little hands instantly placed on the desk upright. Teacher, you are like a hard-working gardener who carefully cultivates the flowers of the motherland; you are like a candle, sacrificing yourself and lighting up others; you are like a boat, carrying us forward; you are like a street light, shining on us. Teacher Zhang, you are my good teacher.
Teacher Zhang, do you still remember? I don't know how to do math problems, but you walked up to me. At that time, I was looking at the math problems in a daze, and you said, "Why, you can't do it?" I looked at you, and you came to teach me and said: "Actually, this question will become clearer if you draw a line segment diagram... You draw the line segments first, and I will take a look at it later." I looked up at Teacher Zhang, and Teacher Zhang seemed to understand what I meant. "Why, you can't draw?" Teacher Zhang taught me how to draw line segment drawings again and explained carefully how to draw line segment drawings. get out of class was over, and Teacher Zhang didn’t take a break himself, so he asked his classmates to rest first. Finally, under Teacher Zhang’s explanation, I could draw a line segment diagram, and then he taught me how to do this math problem. I understood it and could do it. Teacher Zhang continued to write a few more analyzes for me. Teacher Zhang gave up her rest time to teach me my homework. Students, have you ever thought about how much our teachers have paid for us behind the scenes? Have we tried hard? Is it worthy of the teacher? The teacher pays for us in obscurity and never thinks about our return. Shouldn't we return it? No, you are wrong, we should repay the teacher with our efforts and our results! Let us say it together: Teacher, thank you for your hard work! My good teacher, thank you!