Keywords: my teacher's composition
Today is a special day. What day is today? I went back to my room and opened my calendar. I see today is Teacher's Day. I put on my clothes, braid my hair, put on my schoolbag, look at the time, and still have time to prepare gifts for my teacher. On the road, I saw a bunch of beautiful wild chrysanthemums lying on the road. I can't believe it's true. I squeezed my face hard and said with a smile, "I really saw a bunch of flowers lying on the road." It's not fake God helped me. " I wonder if it would be disrespectful to give it to the teacher if I found it on the road. I thought hard, and later I thought the teacher should not know, because such a bunch of flowers is as fresh as just bought, with no wrinkles and fragrance. I muttered, "As long as you can express your thoughts, give them to the teacher."
When I saw no one around, I immediately picked up the flowers on the ground, walked and danced happily, humming a little song, and walked to school. When I got to school, I changed my pace from big to small, because I was the only one who got to school first. I walked to Mr. Wu's office. I saw a book on the desk and a pair of glasses beside it. Yesterday's date is also marked on the calendar. I first turn my calendar to September 10, and then put the flowers in the pen container.
From the things on the table, we can know that Mr. Wu stayed up late again last night. For our study, Mr. Wu often stays up late, and all the other teachers have left, while Mr. Wu's office is still on. I remember that once Huang Guangnan's study regressed. I walked by your window, and you were so serious, like a mother, whispering. I want to say to you: "teacher, your spirit is like a silkworm." There is a saying that "silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die", just like candles will drain the wick every night.
I suddenly heard footsteps, and I hurried out. Who knows, Mr. Wu caught me and I said, "Hello, teacher!" " "The teacher felt strange and went in. I think the teacher must be very happy to see my flowers.
In class, Miss Wu smiled at me. At this time, I feel very warm. The teacher smiled at me as if my mother had received a gift. Teacher Wu thanked me after class. I felt sweeter than eating honey.
Teacher Wu, I want to say to you, "You are feeding us like a hardworking gardener. Teacher Wu, you have worked hard! " "
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of 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. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful 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! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. 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. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
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. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
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 have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for 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!