Pay tribute to the teacher 1 My mother is a teacher, and she tries to prepare lessons and give lectures every day. A few days ago, my mother was informed that she would take part in an open class competition. Since receiving this notice, my mother seems to be "possessed" and is working harder to prepare lessons every day.
On Wednesday night, I got up in a daze to go to the toilet. I saw the light in my mother's room on, shining like a star in the night sky. I gently pushed open the door and saw my mother sitting at the computer desk, looking for information. The lesson plan is written in dense ... I asked, "Mom, why don't you sleep?" My mother rubbed her sore neck and said, "I have morning reading today, and I have arranged four classes in the morning." The excellent course to be taught is not well prepared, the time is tight and the task is heavy, so I will get up early ... go to bed quickly. I will go to work directly after a while. " I looked at my watch, it was only 4: 30, but my mother didn't go to bed until after 12 last night! Now, I know that my mother worked so hard to teach me a good lesson.
Besides, my mother has to change a lot of homework every day. During the online class, in order to make the classroom effect better, my mother took pains to prepare lessons in the afternoon, make exquisite courseware and correct the homework of the whole grade in the evening. ...
My family went to Pushangyuan this afternoon, and my mother continued to prepare lessons at home alone. It's almost afternoon 10, and my mother is still sitting at her desk without rest. Being a teacher is really difficult.
I think of our teacher. Teacher Xie urges us to read early every morning to pay attention to our development ... Miss English teacher still corrects our homework after 12 pm ... all this is for us. Therefore, we must listen carefully in class, don't gossip, don't make small moves, respect the teacher, and let the teacher's hard work be rewarded to the greatest extent.
Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland; Teacher, you are sacrificing your own red candle for others, burning yourself and illuminating others; Teacher, you are the caster of the soul, dedicating your precious youth and building the pillars of the motherland. Thank you teacher! We will respect all your energy and time for us.
Pay tribute to the teachers. Teachers, like spring silkworms and wax torches, you are silent and dedicated. I respect you, your noble personality glorifies me, and I salute you!
Teacher, what a glorious title! You are our second parent, and it is my pride to encourage, support and care. I still remember when I was chosen to give a speech in the whole school, I was always worried that I couldn't speak well, so I was so nervous that I rubbed my clothes from time to time. It is your appearance, cheering and cheering by my side until the end; Give me the motivation to move forward, make me feel at ease, thank you, give me encouragement. Also, I failed in the exam, and faced with the failed score, I was frustrated and muttered self-blame. It is your comfort: "Don't lose heart, you see, you know all these problems, but you are not careful." In the teacher's mind, you have done well, and your grades are not everything. Try again next time. Believe in yourself. "I smiled. You moistened my heart like a spring rain, and lit my motivation like a torch. Your selflessness is my pride. Looking back, your teachings are vivid and I will never forget them.
Teachers, you are hard-working gardeners, ignoring the effort and asking for nothing in return, cultivating the flowers of the motherland and growing up happily and healthily. Teacher, you are an industrious bee, constantly passing on knowledge, replenishing energy for us and soaring in the ocean of knowledge. Teachers, you are engineers of the human soul. We have benefited a lot from educating generations of students. i take my hat off to you.
When I lost my way in my study, I was an unknown teacher. When I made an unforgivable mistake,-a pure teaching sounded in my ear,-a painstaking teacher; When I face all kinds of difficulties in my life, an encouraging smile comes to my mind, which gives me strength and an amiable teacher. Teacher, you washed my soul with your pure personality, which is my sunshine, my pride and my angel!
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is your sentiment and great spiritual character. In this way, I salute you-teacher!
Pay tribute to the teacher. Teachers are diligent gardeners and disseminators of wisdom.
Walking on campus with my schoolbag on my back in the morning, I met you. I say hello to you. You nodded with a smile and walked slowly up the stairs with breakfast. I looked at your back and thought, last night, you must have been at your desk correcting our homework until late at night. ...
In class this morning, you criticized the students who didn't do their homework well. Your angry appearance frightened us, but in spite of this, we sat there quietly because we knew you were doing it for our own good.
At noon, I walked into the classroom happily with a rice bowl in my hand. Wow, I ate my favorite beef stew with potatoes today. But you, still sitting in that old chair, cooked delicious food for us. I took a curious look at your job on the podium. Oh, my God, your job is empty! I see, you have to wait until we finish serving, you are the last one to serve!
In the afternoon, I ran to the playground to play, because I finished my homework ahead of time. You are still sitting in the classroom, holding that red pen and carefully correcting every assignment. Teacher, are you tired of hook after hook, fork after fork?
In the evening, I did the homework you assigned me. There is too much homework today, and I am bored. However, at this time, you may still be explaining the topic to our classmates, waiting for a parent to pick up the children, or preparing for tomorrow's class ... this is much more difficult than doing homework.
At night, I fell asleep I dreamed that I was in the war era of 17 16. I was about to take a nap. Suddenly, an army came in. I was awakened. I looked up at the clock. It was midnight. I wonder, are you correcting our messy homework at this time?
Another morning, the trees are so green, the flowers are so red, the sky is so blue, and the birds are so happy. If I meet you again, I will raise my right hand to salute you as always!
Pay tribute to the teacher. The poet said, "Four spring rains washed away the gap. Black hair accumulates frost to know the sun and the moon, and chalk has no words to write the spring and autumn ... "This is the best portrayal of the teacher. All knowledge comes from books, and the disseminator of knowledge is the teacher. Without teachers, we will never make progress. On the occasion of May Day International Labor Day, I pay tribute to the teachers and thank them for their hard work!
Every day the teachers spend is extremely hard, but they don't complain at all and have been paying silently. I remember once, all our classmates had to take part in an essay contest. Because time is tight, after everyone finishes writing, pass the electronic file to Teacher Shi. Teacher Shi corrected each student's article overnight after receiving it. Sometimes it takes Mr. Shi an hour or two to correct a composition, but he didn't miss a classmate's article. Answer some parents' questions every day, and sometimes don't sleep late. When we hand in our homework, he will tell us that the font is wrong and the subtitles are too big. Although he has been there many times, he still patiently gives us guidance.
Once, when the bell rang, we took out our Chinese textbooks and waited for Teacher Shi to come. I feel that the bell has been ringing for several minutes, and I haven't seen the arrival of Teacher Shi. I've been thinking: in the past, teachers would come into the classroom when the bell rang ... suddenly, a familiar figure came into the classroom, much slower than usual. It's Mr. Shi. Sorry I'm late. Please open your book. Teacher Shi said. When I saw him speaking in a hoarse voice, it was difficult to see every word written by his hand on the blackboard! The time of this class passed slowly, and the teacher gave us a lesson because of illness. But Mr. Shi didn't even say he was sick! For our better academic performance, there are many teachers like Mr. Shi who are silently and selflessly paying!
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to ashes, and tears will get wet and dry! This is a perfect metaphor for teachers. Pay tribute to the teachers!
Pay tribute to the teacher. Touching my sincere heart and remembering the bitterness of growing up, it is you, my teacher, who accompanied me through everything.
Autumn has come, and in the warm sunset, I always think of my childhood stories, those childish years, and the unknown teachers around us.
Although the torrent of years has washed away the dust of history again and again, what remains unchanged is that teachers from generation to generation are still trying their best to train students from generation to generation and lead them to success. How kind it is to shout out the word teacher from the bottom of my heart. Today, I want to send my most sincere wishes to you and to the teachers who have devoted their lives to education.
Although your face is full of vicissitudes, you still left us a knowing smile. White chalk powder falls in waves. It dyed many teachers' black hair, but it set off your youth more strongly. On the platform, beside the desk, you shed a little effort in the cold, summer, autumn and winter. Thank you teachers!
Teacher, we will remember your tireless teaching, because it is your most sincere language: teacher, we have been reviewing your encouragement, because we will not give up our success, teacher, I will always miss your smile, because we know we have to repay you. Teacher, you have taught me too much. You have devoted your life to us. How can we repay you? I have confidence and courage because of your concern on the road. Because of your teaching along the way, I have not lost my way ... you are engineers of the human soul. You are engaged in the most glorious cause under the sun, and the motherland is strong because of you! Thank you teachers!
Some people say that teachers are gardeners and cultivate flowers; Some people say that teachers are candles that illuminate us and sacrifice ourselves; Some people say that the teacher is the sun, illuminating our way forward and making our life no longer dark, but I say that the teacher is a selfless drizzle. In the garden, flowers are stained with nectar, and the teacher's teachings purify our souls. The teacher's encouragement gave me a blue sky. How do seeds germinate? Why is a small seedling tall and straight? Because of you, it consumes itself and is sweet.
With your support all the way, our tomorrow will be better!
Pay tribute to the teacher. Whenever night falls, I will look up at the sky and the stars overhead. I will think of your wise eyes, which illuminate our learning path and let us run on the road of knowledge. Every time I walk into the valley and hear the tinkling sound of the spring, I will think of your inculcation, because you let me know the truth of being a man; Whenever I walk into the forest and see the tall and straight pine trees, I will think of your tall and straight back, and your tireless spirit will always be imprinted in our hearts.
I remember once, after working hard for us day and night, you got sick and needed an operation. Although you are very weak after the operation, the doctor advised you to rest for a month, but you always think of us. You don't want to delay our class, so come and give us a class after a short rest for a day or two. How precious this spirit and noble quality are! I clearly remember that in that class, your voice was hoarse, including a slight cough, which went straight to my heart and made my heart ache clearly; In that class, you were so attentive and meticulous, we listened so carefully, even the most naughty students in the class listened so carefully, and the students answered questions so actively; In that class, we saw the smile on your face, and you wanted to be better.
Another time, when you asked a question, I raised my hand, but I was not sure if my answer was correct. I drew my hand back, but you still saw it. You gave me an encouraging look, and then I met your approving look. I stood up bravely and answered the question loudly. You know, teacher, that was the first time I answered a question. From then on, I fell in love with answering questions.
Whenever students have questions that they can't do, you will always explain them patiently, and you will explain them over and over again until we understand them; Whenever class is over, we rush out of the classroom, and you are making manual preparations for the next class; Every afternoon after school, you should take stacks of exercise books home.
Teacher, you are like a silkworm. You have been conscientious and meticulous all your life. Teacher, you are like a bee, picking flowers and making honey all day, just for others; Teacher, you are like a scalper, you have worked hard; Teacher, you are like a sailor, carrying everyone to the other side; Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.
"I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and thinner for Iraq." This is the portrayal of your life. Your noble quality of "do your best until you die" will affect my life.
Teacher, look at the flowers in full bloom in spring, because you watered them with sweat; Teacher, look at the trees that thrive on the mountain in summer, because you have carefully cultivated them with your feelings; Teacher, look at the piles of fruits bending the branches in autumn, it is because of your hard work; Teacher, look at the snowflakes that stop beside you in winter. That's your students paying tribute to you.
I am always proud that my grandfather and father are both teachers. You are an eternal monument in my heart, and I sincerely salute you!
Pay tribute to the teacher. The Wenchuan earthquake claimed thousands of lives. Benevolence and righteousness can only be shown when there is a great disaster. In the face of this natural disaster, countless loveliest people have emerged. Their actions are enough to touch every one of us and the whole of China. They are even more diligent gardeners of our motherland-people's teachers.
When the people in Yingxiu Town, Wenchuan County moved away a corner of the collapsed primary school teaching building with their bare hands, they were stunned by what they saw: a man kneeling on the ruins, clutching his two children tightly. Those two children are still alive, but he is dead! Because the arm holding the child was stiff, rescuers had to cut it off with tears before rescuing the child. This is Zhang Miya, a 29-year-old school teacher. "Take off my wings and fly for you." Teacher Zhang Miya, who is versatile and loves singing, interprets this lyric with her life and guards the door of life firmly for her students with her flesh and blood.
Five o'clock. 12 earthquake, the teaching building of Longju primary school collapsed, and hundreds of teachers and students were buried under the rubble. The Education Bureau, teachers and students of the school, people's soldiers, parents and people from all walks of life devoted themselves to disaster relief. In the process of cleaning up the ruins and rescuing the buried teachers and students, I saw Xiang Qian's own body smashed into three pieces. She held three students tightly in her chest with her hands, protected them with her own body, and protected them with her own life and flesh.
Let's talk about the teachers in our school. During the earthquake, Mr. Wang Ruming was having a class on the second floor of the old teaching building. When the students were running around at a loss, Mr. Wang calmly directed the evacuation and shouted, "Students, don't panic!" " Under his command, the students were safely evacuated to the playground without any casualties.
Teacher Yang of our class told us to hide under the table at the moment of the earthquake, and the students were all in a panic. Don't be afraid. I instinctively reached out my hands, trying to support myself on the desk, protecting a classmate on my chest and posing as an eagle spreading its wings. That classmate was me. In fact, I didn't understand the real meaning of the teacher's move at that time, and later I realized that Teacher Yang was protecting me with his own life! Only those who have personally experienced the May12 earthquake can truly appreciate the spirit and courage of generate in our teacher's crisis. There was no reason at that moment, only the noble moral sentiments of the people's teachers. After 5. 12, the image of the teacher in my heart is as clear and tall as my mother. Thank you, mom!
There are many touching stories in the disaster relief. The difference is that they once again swore to the world the sanctity of the profession of people's teachers with their blood and lives. Teachers, you have shown the greatness of people's teachers with your blood and life. Composed a moving and gorgeous poem. You are the pride of teachers and students in the new era. Teachers and students will follow your example, and you are an example to maintain the image and dignity of teachers. All the teachers who gave their lives to protect their students came along the way. On the way to heaven, we living people pray for you. Children will remember your teachings and swear to follow your example and your spirit will be immortal!
Students, let's pay tribute to the great teacher!
Pay tribute to the teacher. 8. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Silk is spun before spring and tears are shed in autumn.
Today, when the first ray of morning light shines into your window, it is the students' deep blessing: Happy holidays, teacher!
Life is like a trip. In ignorance, we crossed the platform of primary school, and the train of years will carry us to the next reincarnation. Turning around, I saw my footprints along the way, some of which were already in blowing in the wind, while others were still monitoring our growth. This road is accompanied by not only the care and love of parents, but also the inculcation of teachers. At that time, when we stepped into the school gate with uneasy feelings, it was you who made our young hearts no longer hesitate and timid. As we grow older, we begin to know more about you and your contribution to us.
Some people say that a teacher's job is to sow seeds with language, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat and moisten with painstaking efforts. You are the guide to our growth, you teach us to do things, teach us to be human, and guide us on the road of life. When we encounter setbacks, you help us to prop up the sails of progress; When we encounter confusion and confusion, you give us directions; When we were proud of our achievements, your timely instructions woke us up. You have worked hard for our growth. You make us deeply surrounded and nourished by love all the time. It is you who keep us warm and shine with love all the time.
You show great and ordinary things to the fullest. Your greatness lies in creating the world and sowing the future. It is you who lit the fire of our ideals and ensured the fine tradition of our nation in the future. What you have in common is that you have no regrets except dedication, and you never care about what you get or lose. Come with a heart and go without a blade of grass' is a true portrayal of your heart.
The name engraved on the board is not necessarily immortal, nor is the name engraved on the stone. Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is the real immortality.
Another Teacher's Day is coming. Let's relive past memories and record our love and respect for teachers. The love of teachers and teachers is spread in every student's heart, warm and affectionate, eternal. Here, I would like to extend my deep respect to every teacher who grows up: Teacher, you have worked hard!
Pay tribute to the teacher. How kind "teacher, teacher" sounds! Teachers, like the scorching sun, warm my heart in cold days; The teacher is like a bright moon, which illuminates my way forward in the dark; Teachers are like industrious silkworms, dedicating every silk in obscurity.
On my way to school, the teacher gave my mother the same love. You work from morning till night and educate us patiently. No matter how naughty we are, you will teach us carefully. Sometimes I will be criticized by you for violating discipline, but I have never held a grudge against you. Thank you teacher! Thank you for criticizing and educating me when I make mistakes. Thank you teacher! Thank you for teaching me knowledge.
In this vibrant spring, we could have played with our classmates on the beautiful campus. We could have sat in the bright classroom and listened to the teacher carefully. However, under the influence of novel coronavirus epidemic, our teachers and students can only work and study online. In this way, the teacher will work harder. Use computers, mobile phones and other means to prepare lessons, teach and correct homework every day. The most difficult thing for a teacher is to correct homework. Many times my mother told me the next morning: at eleven o'clock last night, my mother received the information that the teacher corrected your homework. From my mother's words, I know that the teachers haven't rested at eleven o'clock in the evening and are still correcting students' homework. Correcting homework on computer or mobile phone is the most harmful to eyes. Teacher, my dear teacher! Your eyes must be very painful now, and your throat must be very dry! If I were by your side, I would put on a hot towel and bring you a cup of tea.
Teacher, dear teacher, you are a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland anytime and anywhere. You are a candle, burning yourself selflessly and illuminating others.
Teacher, my dear teacher, you have worked hard! I love you!
Pay tribute to the teacher 10 teaches people tirelessly all his life, just like the poem: "The silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will weep every night." Teacher, you opened the door of knowledge for me and let us walk into the temple of knowledge! You are like a bee, working hard in the flowers; You are like a gardener, carefully cultivating the beautiful flowers of the motherland; You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are more like a ferry, carrying us to the other side of success. ...
Everyone knows the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan! At that time, many young teachers died trying to save students.
For example, Mr. Zhang Miya has escaped, but in order to save his two students, Mr. Zhang Miya rushed into the crumbling classroom without hesitation and tried to save them. As soon as Mr. Zhang Miya embraced the two students, the teaching building collapsed, and Mr. Zhang Miya quickly hugged the students into his arms ... When the firemen removed the stones and prefabricated boards, they saw this touching scene: a man kneeling on the ruins, clutching two students with both hands, like an eagle spreading its wings. Two students were lucky to survive, but "Eagle" flew to heaven forever ... but the spirit of "Eagle" sacrificing himself to save others made us cherish forever!
I remember in the second grade, we played carefree on the playground. I don't know what happened, but with a bang, I fell on the plastic runway. My knee was bruised and bleeding, and I cried. When the teacher came, his face was beaded with sweat. As soon as Mr. Zhang saw me, he immediately picked me up and went straight to the infirmary without saying anything. I cleaned the wound in the infirmary, and when the cotton ball stained with alcohol was applied to my knee, it made me cry again. The teacher rushed over to help me wipe the Qushui off my face, unpacked a pack of chocolates and said to me, "Eating it will greatly increase your courage!" " "
I ate chocolate and my mood gradually calmed down a lot. It's time for the injection again. I am most afraid of injections. As soon as I saw the needle, I shouted "I don't want an injection, I don't want it …" The teacher took my hand to comfort me and told me not to be afraid. When the needle went down, I clenched the teacher's magic hand, and the magic in the teacher's hand forced me not to cry. After the injection, the doctor put a white bandage on my foot and limped out of the infirmary. The injury on my foot has long since healed, but the teacher's serious language and gentle eyes have made me unforgettable for a long time!
Teacher, you are our mother. You don't love anything. I just want to say the simplest thing to you: "Hello, teacher!" " "