I was a little surprised when you first came to our class two years ago. You are so young, how can you replace Mr. Wang who has more teaching experience than you? Can we learn knowledge well and improve our grades in these important two years of primary school? I wasn't the only one who thought so at that time. Everyone in my class thought so. We all walked into the fourth grade classroom with such a question mark.
When you gave us the first Chinese lesson, the sentence "Hello, classmates" and the 90-degree bow were deeply imprinted in our minds. From that moment on, we have a good impression on you. We answer the sentence "Hello, teacher" with expectation and respect for you. Perhaps it is your humorous class that makes us deeply fall in love with you and our big friend, our Chinese teacher.
After you came to our class, not only did you let us learn the knowledge in the textbook well, but you also often sacrificed your own time to learn more and practice writing. You corrected all the compositions we handed in carefully and responsibly, and wrote different comments for each of us. It is because of these comments that we understand the defects in the composition and correct them more quickly. Our skills to improve our writing skills are among them.
Your contribution to us has finally paid off. We won the second place in the whole school composition competition. Now, our class is famous for its good composition. All this is due to your contribution. You have lived up to our expectations. In the days when you taught us, our Chinese scores gradually improved and our composition level was higher than that of our peers. We are all proud to have a teacher like you.
These two years, you are like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have been protecting us with open arms, at the same time, you have also taught us a wealth of knowledge, so that we can thrive. Accompanied by your, we have grown up and become big brothers and sisters in the school. We are about to leave this place where we have lived and studied for six years and step into another new school to start a new study and life.
Before I leave this school, I want to say "hello teacher" to you again, so that the teacher-student relationship will remain in our hearts forever as it was at the beginning.
"Good teacher ..."
Please, add some points! ! !
Six years of primary school, the best for me, I'm afraid is you-Miss Min, but, teacher, do you know? You are not a good teacher in my heart.
At that time, I studied very well and was the top student in the school in my class. Therefore, in class, you will often say, "Li Ling, come and answer this difficult question." You will take the trouble to ask me, "Do you understand?" Your eyes always stay on me enthusiastically. And after class, you will ask me to go to the office to "open a small stove". You will distort the covers of reference books and selected compositions. "Li Ling, this topic is very lively. You have to do this ... Li Ling, this is an excellent selection of compositions. You have to have a look ... "
Teacher, do you remember? A few days before the final exam, you called me to my office again and asked me how my review was going. You told me to review the key points again, and to be calm and not panic during the exam. It's an exam, teacher. You climbed to the fourth floor and found my examination room. You stand beside me and read my paper carefully. You left with a smile ...
Teacher, you dote on me like your mother, but it is because of your preference that I have changed from the monitor worshipped by my classmates to the object of jealousy and sarcasm. I am getting more and more estranged from my classmates, and your love makes me feel at a loss.
When the final grade comes down, you walk into the classroom with a test paper in your hand and a big smile on your face. You said, "In this exam, my class scored 95.5 points in Li Ling Chinese, ranking first in the whole school." Suddenly there was a burst of applause, and your smile bloomed more brilliantly. But, teacher, did you hear the words mixed in the applause? "What's the big deal, if I also ..." "Exactly, I don't want it at all." Hearing this, my heart was broken and tears filled my eyes.
Miss Min, I sincerely thank you for everything, but I don't need so much love. The more you give, the more delicate my wings are. How will I face setbacks and experience failures in my future life, and can I find myself again?
Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. You gave me your love completely. Where are the other students? Did they get sunshine and rain?
The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally.
A good teacher in my heart, she should have broad love.
These, perhaps, are the words of a wayward child who is spoiled by you.
(Instructor: Zhou Guoan)
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Respondent: 335242642- probationary period level 1 6-9 20:20
1。 Time flies, blink of an eye, twenty years, teacher, are you okay?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: It's the New Year. I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and happiness. Good people are safe all their lives! !
2。 Teacher, you can speak English, read articles with emotion, sing touching songs, draw pictures, solve difficult math problems, and … but you are not good at it, and the most important thing is to laugh.
You walk up to the podium with a straight face every day, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.
After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak. At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily!
"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?
Teacher, we know that you are strictly for our own good, and we often make you angry, but if you keep adjusting your mood, you won't care about this little thing.
In the future, we will study hard, show our teachers good performance and the best results, and make them happy and smile!
Teacher, I want to tell 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.
Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the big dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me pure dreams and gave me strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sweating all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart and giving me persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal!
Mo huishou
March in the footsteps of spring and autumn.
My life
In the eyes you expect
Keep moving
forward ...
Mom, I want to tell you.
It seems very deserted at home recently. My uncles came to my house the day before yesterday. What a happy thing it is that I can eat, drink and be merry again. Yesterday morning, they went to work and the home was quiet again.
Mom, you wander around the house all day, doing nothing. I know I'm angry because I didn't do the job the day before yesterday. I know your heart is hard, but how can I always feel better?
I really want to say what I'm saying: don't pull a long face all day, be happy and give this deserted home more happiness and warmth. Be nice to me, too. Give me a birthday like someone else's mother. The other day, I heard that you were going to celebrate our birthday, and we were so happy that we couldn't sleep. But you changed your mind again. I know, I know this will happen.
The most unbearable thing is that I seem to be your punching bag, and you come at me whenever there is a fire. I always do things in fear, and I will be scolded if I am not careful.
Once I was sick and you were all at home, but you only gave me medicine, refused to see a doctor and asked me to cook for you. I know that I am an unloved person, and I feel that I am the one who works for you in this family. Sometimes you say I'm dead I am sad. I know you are angry, but I can't say that. I have self-esteem too.
I want to tell you all this, but I dare not speak. If you can give me a chance, I will definitely say it.
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Bird, I want to tell you that every time I see your innocent eyes and hear your tragic cry, my heart is shaking. Birds, you must hate us, right?
Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Please stand on the branch and play a symphony of nature for me! Let's talk. What? You can't sing? Didn't mom and dad teach you? I know that your parents died at the hands of blood-stained people. Bird, I want to tell you that you need not only freedom, but also happiness, but how can you be happy? When a tree is cut down, your house is gone. There is such a song that "the ocean is the home of mankind, the grassland is the home of mankind, and the trees are also the home of mankind." Fish are friends, cattle and horses are friends, and birds are also friends of human beings. The sea is dry, the grass is yellow, the trees are dead, and the human home is gone. "Bird, do you still have that blue sky? Poachers and bird killers, do you still have a conscience? " Freedom? Well, it's good enough not to kill birds. "This is a bird man's words." Kill birds? Well, what's the use of birds It is better to kill the bird that sells money than to do nothing. I want to tell you, do you know what money is? Money is like life in people's eyes and food in yours. That is the most basic material foundation. The lack of material foundation determines the uncivilized consciousness of human environmental protection, embodies human ignorance and burns the concept of human civilization and progress.
Bird, I want to say to you, let a sincere emotion touch the heartbreaker, let your wings fly and keep calling over the city, fields and villages. If the sleeping person is not awake, then scream "squeak" at the sea. I was silent.
Bird, I want to tell you, go and find a quiet and comfortable place. No one will make you happy. Don't let your descendants know what the bullets in the gun taste like. Don't let them see those "swords and shadows" So as not to make his mind suffer the same trauma as yours. Every time I think of your partner being fired, my heart aches and I can't help deepening. . . . .
Bird, I want to tell you. . . . . .
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Friend, I want to say to you.
One thing, you don't need to make a vow of eternal love; There is a kind of affection, as sweet as chocolate, roses and candy; There is a secret, it is noisy, chasing and slapstick, and when it is lonely, it will magically make coffee to warm your hands, which is called friendship; This feeling is called warmth; This secret is a friend.
I met him in the first grade of primary school. Maybe this is fate. We have been together for six years ... and we have almost become good friends who talk about everything. I feel very happy and satisfied with him.
Soon in the sixth grade, I immediately plunged into the endless ocean of problems. Then, he moved out of his seat near me and moved to the northwest corner of the classroom. At this time, I have been far away from him to the east coast and Siberia. Gradually, I seldom talk to him, and the two boys next to me have become my best friends. He may have found other bosom friends like me! I defend myself like this.
The exams for the graduating class in the second semester came at me like a flood. The mock 1 exam, mock 2 exam, and basic knowledge exam all made me breathless. In a math exam, my abnormal performance got 85 points, and my mood seemed to fall into a bottomless pit. For a moment, I seemed to be wandering at the bottom of the valley, unhappy. I was lying on my desk when I suddenly found a faint scent note in the pencil case, which read in beautiful font: Just be happy! Keep smiling in the face of setbacks! It also has a big smiling face painted with a ballpoint pen. Suddenly, my heart seemed to open in an instant, and the bright sunshine in winter seemed to shine into my heart. Yes, how can my lotto doctrine collapse like this! Try harder! My heart instantly opened, and I sincerely thanked the kind-hearted person who sent me the note, but who is this kind-hearted person? I drew a big question mark in my mind and didn't notice his smile in the northwest corner at all.
What followed was like a gust of wind, which flashed with the elegance of calligraphy and ink: graduation exam, senior high school entrance examination, crazy summer vacation, followed by study and homework ... As time went on, I almost forgot him. But one day, a light green letter arrived in my hand. I accidentally read the sender's signature and my hands shook-it was him!
I opened the stationery and a familiar font came into view. He wrote: "Hello, dear friend! Will you be surprised to receive my letter? ..... The purpose of writing this letter is to say that I am the one who wrote you the note. I don't want to get your gratitude, but I want to tell you that you are my best friend forever! "
After reading the letter, Emil Wakin Chau sang on the radio: "Friends walk together all their lives, and those days are gone forever. In short, the love of a lifetime, a glass of wine ... "
At this point, my eyes have already burst into tears. I really want to stand in front of him and say to him, "friend, I want to walk with you all my life!" " "