I don’t know if he stays up late grading homework for his students like other teachers, and I don’t know if he treats his home as a second studio, but I’m sure he loves his students. They, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to his students.
He is my junior high school math teacher. Although he is not too old, he is not too young either, but he still looks like he is making excuses all day long. He always appears in front of us in sportswear and looks particularly kind and easy-going. Although his hair has always been cut in a crew cut, he playfully left two long locks of hair in the front, which made him look particularly handsome. When the wind blew through his hair, the hair in the front fluttered in the wind, making it particularly elegant.
Anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that he must be a teacher with a particularly developed sense of humor. That's right. The first thing that attracted the students in our class to him was his humorous personality.
I remember that in a class, after the teacher finished teaching the day's content, there were only three to five minutes left, and the teacher started to talk to us about the "fight incident" just now. If you think he's going to lecture us, you're wrong. Listen, "Those two classmates just had the triangle cat skills, but they dared to fight in front of so many people? I think back then, when I was a student, I was much better than you. I could hit two of you with one punch." Teacher. As soon as he finished speaking triumphantly, the students made a sound that seemed to be very cooperative. I forgot to tell you, the only shortcoming of our teacher is that he is not tall enough. The teacher went on to say, "Don't you believe it? When I was a soldier, I was still the most powerful one." This time, after the teacher finished speaking, the students couldn't help it, and they all laughed loudly. When the teacher saw it, he felt a little embarrassed, and said quickly: "Don't look at my height. It's not that I'm too short, but that they are too tall! But it's more flexible this way. Haha."
Humorous He is funny and always uses humorous words to relieve our fatigue after class and make us happy.
The teacher gets along with us like friends, but he is not careless about our study at all. Others say that a strict teacher produces a good disciple. I think he should not be described as "strict" but as "true".
As long as you open our homework book, you will find that the teacher not only corrected us on the answers, but also had his circled handwriting in the process, and sometimes there were a few sentences next to it Criticism. This is not only true for students with good grades, but also for students with poor grades. Because, in his heart, there is no distinction between good and bad students. As long as he loves to learn and is willing to learn, he likes all students and will work hard to teach them well.
When learning algebraic expressions, students in our class are particularly prone to making mistakes, and this is where they lose the most points in the exam. The classmates didn't seem to care much about this, blaming it on carelessness and thinking it would be fine after a while. The teacher spent a lot of thought on this matter. In order to prevent us from making mistakes, the teacher came up with a special method - using four brackets to prevent us from making mistakes. Sure enough, after the students used this method, the problem of losing points on calculation questions was greatly improved. According to the teacher himself, he came up with this method after thinking hard for a long time. I believe this because only the students in our class can use this method. Every time the teacher's efforts create an absolute advantage for our class, our class's results are always far ahead.
Of course we like our teacher not only for these reasons, but also for more reasons, such as: his profound knowledge, his mental state that never tires in class...
Our class My classmates all like him very much because of his "special" humor, "special" hairstyle, "special" teaching methods, and "special" sincerity...
Teachers are like candles, burning Be yourselves and illuminate others.
We are the flowers of our motherland, and teachers are hard-working gardeners.
The teacher is like a long bridge leading to the coast of knowledge.
The teacher is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating us.
The teacher is like a big tree, protecting us from wind and rain.
Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland;
I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
It is you who support the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants!
Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words
——Burning! Keep burning!
Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery and peaches and plums are all saluting you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!
Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine with your beautiful sunshine and moisturize with your beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are filled with green grass and blooming flowers!
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam;
You use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it...
Over the years, the sand grains become pearls, shining brightly.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself.
This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship.
You, the teacher’s love, are the greatest and most pure in the world!
If we are a ship, the teacher is the sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; if we are going to embark on a journey, the teacher is like the candle we hold, illuminating our progress in learning. That bumpy road. You allow us to open the windows of our souls, you give us spiritual pillars, you send us on the path of learning, and you give us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.
Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!
You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.
Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, moisten with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.
You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.
Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...
The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!
Ode to Green Leaves
——Praise to the Gardener
As a green leaf
Always be proud of others. In your life
Only dedication
No demands
Dedicate your beautiful youth
Dedicate your beautiful youth to the blooming flowers
Dedicate your golden Years
Dedicated to sweet fruits
As a green leaf
Always give lyrical praise to others
In your life
Only hard work
No depression
Smiling at sunrise and sunset
Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and birds
Bathing in the wind Wind and rain
Fight against thunder and lightning
As a green leaf
Always dance and sing for others
In your life
Only romantic and unrestrained
No pessimistic sighs
In the cool autumn wind
Flung into the embrace of roots
In the golden Under the sunshine
Let the sunflowers all face the sun
Green leaves
Gardener
Gardener
Green leaves!
p>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 is you who support the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to the future generations! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!
The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...
Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!
You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.
You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.
You are the bridge that connects the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.
Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, nourish with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.
You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.
Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.
Teachers are the kindling that ignites the fire of students’ hearts; teachers are stone steps, which bear students’ steady climb up step by step.
You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...
The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most pure in the world.
The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to illuminate others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.
Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!