! You are a candle, illuminating us; You are the gardener of the garden, we are the flowers in the garden, and you have nurtured us with the sweat of hard work!
You are a hardworking gardener, and we are still the growing flowers in the garden. Whenever we make a mistake, you always tell us the truth calmly and earnestly, and make us convinced. Some naughty students have gradually become good and love to study. You are the gardener in the garden, and we are the flowers in the garden. It is you who educate our naive children into civilized and polite college students and a good student. You are a diligent gardener, and we are the flowers in the garden. As long as we have something for you, you always explain it to us with a smile and affability until we understand it, instead of scolding students because they can't or react slowly, which makes them lose confidence. You are a diligent gardener, and we are the flowers in the garden. We all thank you! Under your careful care, our flowers that write about the motherland will grow happily and healthily, and serve the motherland when they grow up! The teacher is very concerned about our class. A few days ago, our class held a basketball game with other classes. Everyone in our class took part in the game. When it was very intense, Teacher Xing asked us girls to buy mineral water and bought ten bottles for boys to drink. The teacher never cared about her own money. We also often accumulate class fees for teachers. We can accumulate about 48 yuan in one year, and then save it for the next year to buy water tickets. When the water tickets are used up, the teachers always add their own money.
You are a diligent gardener in the garden, and you have nurtured us. You are a candle, illuminating us; You are a bright light in the dark, guiding us forward; You are the river, we are the small fish alive and kicking in the water, and you have nurtured us. You often teach us: study hard, persevere, win honor for our school, win honor for our class, and make others feel extremely proud of your existence! We are very grateful for your teaching. Here, I say thank you, teacher, for the students in our class! 2. The composition with the teacher as the topic is about 8 words, and the level of the fifth grade is
My good teacher, "Teacher, listen to me, I want to sing a love song. The chalk is dyed white, and you have no regrets about your youth. The mountain is held up by your hands ..." Every time I sing this song, there is a warm current in my heart. She is my favorite teacher-Teacher Xing, who spent a semester with me.
She is tall, with long hair and big eyes. "Who is this?" She is our new teacher. The teacher started the class after a lecture, and I listened to it from side to side. What was this? It was a mess, because I was used to the previous teacher's teaching method, which was very different from the previous one.
In my class, my study has always been in the top few, but in this exam, my math was so poor that I was still working hard at first, but later I simply stopped listening. When the teacher saw me like this, he said to me, "Zhang Shuangyue, your study can be said to be one of the best in the class, and teachers in all subjects have high expectations of you. I hope you won't let the teacher down." Later, the teacher came to me and said a lot. The teacher will keep me after school every day to make up lessons for me. It is winter, and it gets dark early. Under the dim light, the teacher will explain to me what I have learned today over and over again with her gentle voice, just like a mother, and sometimes I even want the teacher to be my mother. Every time the teacher finishes speaking, as long as I say no, the teacher will tell me again until I will, when it snows heavily outside. At that time, no matter how cold it was, my heart was warm. When I got home, I looked at the teacher's tired back and tears ran down my cheeks.
In this way, my teacher makes up lessons for me every day. In less than a month, my grades are not only back, but even better than before. My teacher and mother are very happy, so I repay my teacher with my good grades ... Is this a teacher? Make up lessons for students in your own time every day. Is this a teacher? This is not what a teacher should do, but what a mother should do. And a teacher is my second mother, a mother who taught me how to be a person. I know that no matter how much I thank you, I will not repay you, only my good grades. Although you taught me for only one semester, your kindness to my education is unforgettable. You not only taught me knowledge, but also made me understand the correct attitude towards learning ... "Teacher, listen to me, I want to sing a song of love, and that's what haunts me in my dream, which is the teacher's entrustment ...". 3. Write an 8-word high school composition with the teacher as the topic
My teacher, among the teachers who have taught me, my favorite teacher is my class teacher, Miss Wu.
She has bright black hair, a pair of golden eyes, a high nose and a glib mouth. Miss Wu is a strict and good teacher. When it comes to doing homework, Miss Wu forbids us to write wrong words, even a punctuation mark. Although it makes us bitter, it not only exercises our writing ability, but also improves our concentration. It's killing two birds with one stone! Teacher Wu teaches very seriously.
In Miss Wu's class, she can see clearly the movements of each of us and know what we are thinking. Teacher Wu will enlighten us and make us think, so that we have a lot to say.
so, teacher Wu's class is always so wonderful! In this aspect of homework, Mr. Wu, like the Monkey King, has a pair of critical eyes and never misses a mistake. Teacher Wu will give us a reading space.
When the third class in the afternoon is given by Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu will use the time to let us fully read books, improve our knowledge, enhance our learning ability and let us swim in the ocean of books. Teacher Wu is really versatile and can sing and dance well.
When our school was about to hold a National Day singing competition, Mr. Wu personally played the piano and accordion to accompany us in order to make us sing better. Mr. Wu played very well and made me crazy. Not only that, the teacher's handwriting is also excellent. Among the teachers, Mr. Wu writes very well in brush, chalk and hard pen.
We are all envious. The teacher is really good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Miss Wu will give our class a chance to exercise. Every week, there will be a group on duty. The group on duty will manage the students, water the vegetables, host the class meeting, make the group appraisal column, etc., so that each student can have a platform to show himself.
And before each Chinese class, we will take turns asking students to tell a short story, so as to get exercise and make us bolder in society in the future. This is my head teacher. I love my teacher.
chapter 2: Shi En will never forget my teacher. My teacher, Miss Wang, has been my head teacher for three years. She is amiable, speaks in an orderly way and gives beautiful lectures. Her educational methods are different. Every student in our class likes her. She is a veritable good mother. Teacher Wang is very particular about row seats.
The front row seat is the closest to the teacher, and you can see all the little tricks and whispers. Teacher Wang switched to the front row for those boys who were particularly naughty in class, giving them no choice but to return to their original seats after some restraint. Who wants to change seats all day? Moreover, I have to be teased by my classmates, making me embarrassed and ashamed.
Slowly, invisibly, those naughty boys stopped being naughty in class. Teacher Wang's idea worked well, and now almost no one in our class has changed seats.
that's a great move! In order to arouse each student's learning enthusiasm, Mr. Wang ingeniously asked us to design a group evaluation table for each group, so that we could register each student's scores in language, mathematics and English and their usual homework as a group. What is different is that the evaluation criteria of good students and poor students are different. As long as everyone is better than before, they can color the evaluation table, and whoever paints the most colors will make the greatest progress.
the sense of collective honor is increased by taking the group as the unit, and which group has the most colors is the final winner. In this way, the enthusiasm of every student is mobilized, and every student has a direction to work hard in action.
no matter whether the grades are high or low, as long as there is progress, this effect is really good! Mr. Wang speaks eloquently and tells stories vividly. Each unit has a story, and each story contains a profound truth, such as "Self-confidence never fails", "Flowers of civilization bloom everywhere" and "I can do green transportation". Every student has learned the truth of being a man in Mr. Wang's story, and the students joked that Mr. Wang's story is really inexhaustible. Teacher Wang, what a genius! It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to nurture people. In my heart, Miss Wang is an amiable, respectable and lovely good teacher. Miss Wang is like a bright star in the sky, shining on us all the time.
tell me, who doesn't like our teacher Wang? Answer. 4. Writing on the topic of teachers 8
Thank the teacher
The teacher's heart is not silver, far purer than silver; Not gold, far more precious than gold. The teacher's heart is pure and precious: it is maternal love, full of parent-child affection; It is rain that moistens young forests; Is a clear spring, selflessly for people to suck. The light of wisdom, the crystallization of knowledge and broad feelings. This is the teacher's heart.
-(Inscription)
"Grateful heart, thanks for having you with me all my life, which gives me the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish it when flowers bloom and fall ... "Whenever this refreshing song rings, I can't help but think of my beloved teachers. It's them, on the podium and at the desk, who go from winter to summer. In order to make us learn something, they wear stars in Dai Yue every day, and they work tirelessly and painstakingly without any complaint. Teachers' love is invisible and intangible. Like many parents, they have the heart of "wishing their children success", but this kind of love moistens students' hearts. Teacher, you have worked hard!
When I first stepped into the school gate with fear, your sunny smiles comforted me, bringing my fear into the school, the colorful campus and the learning hall. When I faced a difficult problem with doubts, you patiently and meticulously explained the idea of solving the problem to me, bringing my confused and blocked psychology into the problem and into the idea of solving the problem by analogy; When I faced my mistakes with shame, you taught me the truth of being a man meaningfully. You have brought my young and ignorant mind to the right truth and my belief that I will face setbacks correctly in the future; When I faced failure with a lost heart, you came to me like angels to give me courage and hope. Brought my hurt and discouraged heart into the sky of confidence and into the door of success; When I treat success with joy, your kind reminders give me humility and progress.
Teachers are the most sacred profession under the sun. You are like a selfless candle, illuminating others' way forward, but burning yourself. You are the disseminators of culture, leading us to roam in the ocean of knowledge; Is the pioneer of our growth, turning thorns into flowers and teaching us how to be a man and do things; It is the fire that ignites the next generation's desire for knowledge; Is our friend, respect, understand and care about our growth. Make us strong and fearless; Is an engineer, building tall buildings on the wasteland; It is our role model, which benefits us for life ...
Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten it; The eagle thanks the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain thanks the earth, because the earth makes it towering ... I want to thank my beloved teacher! Thank you for pouring our thirst with sweat on the podium all the time; Spread the sunshine of love with a song-like voice; Comfort our uncertain souls with gentle hands. Thank you for burning yourself like candles and illuminating us. Kill yourself like chalk and give us knowledge; Stand upright like a mast and lead us to the other side of success. Thank you for using chalk as oars and thoughts as sails to guide these ships full of hopes and expectations to ride the wind and waves, avoid the reef-like problems and reach the bright hall of knowledge. You have paid too much for us, as deep as the sea and as high as the blue sky. "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away". What you are engaged in is silent dedication and selfless sacrifice.
thank you for inculcating me! In the future, whether I become a towering tree or a low shrub, I will bless you with the green life-my beloved teacher!
bow your head and be a willing ox-thank you for your kindness
Teachers are the noblest profession in the sun. Therefore, I especially respect my teacher.
the teacher's work is very hard. Every day, they will give us lectures, inculcate us, wholesale mountains of homework, work hard to write lesson plans, and organize our activities to ensure our safety. I didn't know until I grew up a little. That classroom was full of hope, and it was always you who kept the nest. What is written on that blackboard is truth, but what is erased is utility; That piece of chalk draws a rainbow and drops of tears fall; That podium is holding others up and dedicating itself.
I know many stories about teachers. Zhao Shiliang, a teacher of Guangxi Normal University, and Rao Meiping, his girlfriend, both gave their young lives to save the drowning children. In order to fulfill their wishes before their death, a special wedding was held in Guiping funeral home. All the villagers witnessed the special wedding at the funeral and wished the brave lovers eternal unity in another world. In front of a rushing vehicle, Teacher Yin Xuemei tried her best to protect the passing students with her body, and took back the lives of six or seven children from the "tiger's mouth", but she was hit 25 meters away by the vehicle and finally died gloriously. She is an advanced educator with nearly 3 years' teaching experience in Chengnan Primary School, Jintan City, Jiangsu Province. On the day of the memorial service, acquaintances and strangers all shed tears for her earth-shaking love; 5. Write an essay with life as a teacher within 8 words
1. With nostalgia for my junior high school classmates, I entered a strange group, but this may be a new beginning ... My life has also turned a new page ... I have never forgotten that my history teacher once reminded me: "I have to redouble my efforts when I went to high school. After three years of high school, it will be. It can be said that high school is likely to determine a person's future. Seize these three years well, so we can't be half-hearted, and then be serious, practical and diligent ... "I never thought that the three years of junior high school passed so quickly, and many things passed before I could cherish them, leaving no trace. Now I have regret and regret for junior high school. I think: I can't waste three years of senior high school like this any more, and I should first spend each one fully.