Unforgettable composition of kindness 1 You catch every child who is absent-minded in class with a pair of beautiful big eyes. Those gentle eyes seemed to say, "Listen carefully, listen carefully!" " Once upon a time, your crisp voice and silvery voice planted hope in the classroom, just one year, from spring and summer to autumn and winter. Time flies, and your voice is hoarse; Time flies, and your white hair gradually increases; Time flies, but your steps are no longer light. ...
Looking back all the way, you corrected my writing posture with warm hands, you led me in the direction of seeking knowledge with fiery heart, you told us stories, taught us to dance, played new songs and carried out various sports activities with pure love; It is you who spare no effort to teach us how to be human. Zhi Tao, our pure character, let us move from ignorance to knowing how to pursue.
Without your selfless care and teaching all the way, how can we thrive?
I wish you always beautiful, healthy and happy! I wish you happiness, happiness and long-term happiness forever! Your teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and your eyes are still beautiful and gentle!
I love your black or gray hair, I love your brisk or slow pace, and I love your crisp or hoarse voice. ...
I want to say with deep affection: "teacher, I love you!" " "
Unforgettable teacher's kindness composition On the afternoon of September 10, our class held a get-together to celebrate the unforgettable Teacher's Day. There were singing, dancing and instrumental performances at the party, which were very exciting and touching.
This is the 25th Teachers' Day in China. Although it is not very special to others, it is of great significance to us! Because this is the last Teacher's Day before our first teacher graduated, and it is also the happiest one.
After the get-together, we asked Mr. Wu to speak. The teacher said, "Students, thank you very much for carefully planning this activity for the teacher. This is the sixth and last Teacher's Day we spent together, and each of your children will make me unforgettable. " At some point, Mr. Wu's eyes were wet, and the students sobbed quietly.
Teacher, I want to say to you, I want to say to all teachers, teacher, you are a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating our direction; You are a gardener, working hard for yourself and cultivating us to grow sturdily; You are a bright light, dedicate yourself and guide us to new hope. Your selfless love touched us. Teacher, may my blessing moisten your throat like a cup of fragrant tea. May my blessing make you no longer tired and refreshed; May my blessing keep you young and beautiful forever; May all teachers in the world work smoothly and be healthy and happy!
The teacher's unforgettable composition 3. Teachers are mellow wine, rich and easy to get drunk; Teachers are like flowers, fragrant and elegant; Teachers are like autumn rain, delicate and poetic; Teachers are like plum blossoms in winter, noble and upright. Teacher, it is you who moisten our hearts with beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and flowers bloom.
I remember your harshness to me. That morning, the weather was fine, and the students laughed happily at school, but I was not happy. I made a mistake this morning. You asked me to come to your office. I was scared all the way, thinking: the teacher will definitely criticize me, and I will definitely correct it in the future. When I arrived at the office, to my surprise, the teacher didn't criticize me, but said, "Do you know what's wrong?" I nodded and said nothing. You went on to say, "It's good to know, but you can't make mistakes in the future." However, I think you will correct it. "Listening to your humorous words, I slowly raised my head. Seeing your kind and stern eyes is like saying to me, "Come on! You can do it! "I secretly made up my mind: I must correct my mistake!
I remember your concern for me more. At that time, you were lecturing on the podium, and my stomach ached when I sat down. In order not to worry you, I have to endure the pain of class. But after a while, I was lying on the table in pain with a very painful expression. As soon as you saw it, you quickly came over and said to me, "Does it matter? Go to my office and have some hot water. " I walked out of the classroom slowly, clutching my stomach, and you helped me into the office. I feel much better after drinking some hot water. Seeing the teacher's relieved expression, my heart suddenly warmed up.
Teacher, you are a candle, sacrificing yourself to illuminate others. Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland. Teacher, thank you for your education!
I still remember the first time I met her, I felt a kind feeling, like a bosom friend for many years. She began to be amiable, and slowly, she began to be much stricter, but I liked her more and more. She is my primary school teacher, Miss Liang.
She is a little childish, optimistic, fashionable (perhaps backward fashion), kind and strict. She regards me as her own son, and I regard her as my family. We have been together for three years. In these three years, we have been happy, shed tears and moved ... It's a long story ... She is in poor health and walks like a penguin. It's no exaggeration! The disease also took the opportunity to find her, I hate, hate the disease!
She fought against cruel diseases for us, and remembered her heavy figure that shuttled through school again and again. ...
It was she who struggled at school in order to send us rolls of paper; It was she who came to class just after the operation in order not to let us miss class; It was she who came to school after an accident in order to get good grades in the exam ... There are countless such things, and such scenes are hard to tell!
She used to cry silently; She gnashed her teeth in pain; She struggled in pain, but never thought of giving up! There is only one purpose-us, her students!
Teacher, you are my guiding light; You are my guide in life ... "Candles will drain the wick every night" is beyond description!
Teachers are candles, teachers are gardeners, and teachers make us grow. Among them, the warmth brought by our fifth-grade math teacher, Mr. Chen, will never be forgotten by me.
Teacher Chen is very responsible. During the teaching period, Mr. Chen carefully corrected our math homework one by one and explained the problem-solving ideas one by one, so that each of us could understand and do it. If some students still don't understand, Mr. Chen will take the trouble to repeat it until he fully understands it.
Teacher Chen is not only serious and responsible, but also very concerned about us.
On one occasion, my classmates vomited because of physical discomfort. The students saw it, some shouted, some talked about it, and some held their noses and stayed away from her. But no one thought of cleaning up the vomit. Seeing this, Mr. Chen quickly stopped lecturing, put down his books, picked up some napkins at random, picked up the trash can, and walked towards the vomiting classmates in three steps and two steps. He first picked up a napkin and cleaned the vomit on the table into the trash can, then wiped the floor with a mop and put the trash can back. Finally, he asked the classmate if there was anything wrong with her body, and then asked someone to take her to the infirmary. Seeing this, each of us was shocked. The vomit we didn't want to touch was actually "subdued" by Teacher Chen. After doing this, Mr. Chen went on with his class as if nothing had happened.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher Chen, although you don't teach us now, your responsibility and care for us will always be in our hearts.
There was such a good teacher in the first four years of my primary school life. He is beautiful, with curly hair and gentle eyes. In my impression, she is always so serious and responsible for her work. Whenever a classmate encounters a problem, he or she will help him or her solve it. Whenever a classmate doesn't understand or understand something, she will patiently explain it to that classmate until he understands it. This is the amiable teacher Mao.
Once, it was gray and raining heavily. That day, I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I couldn't go home and was trapped in school. I thought, "It's raining so hard that I forgot to bring my umbrella. How can I go home? " Just when I was extremely anxious, Teacher Mao came over, smiled and handed me an umbrella, and kindly said to me, "It's getting late, so go home quickly. Don't keep mom and dad waiting. " I gently took the umbrella and said to Teacher Mao, "Thank you!" Then I went home happily. At this point, I thought to myself, "Teacher Mao really cares about me and really loves me."
This is just an ordinary umbrella, but this umbrella contains teacher Mao's love. This love has always stayed in my heart and has always warmed my heart.
Although we have a new teacher now, Mr. Mao's love for us has been deeply buried in my heart and I will never forget it.
Teacher's Unforgettable Composition 7 tian teacher started class. He was wearing a light blue gown, with thick eyebrows slightly raised and a faint smile on his mouth. There is a pair of round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, which exudes a thick bookish atmosphere.
Tian teacher, with a textbook in one hand, read the text beautifully: "When you walk to the second or third mile, there are four or five smoke villages. There are six or seven pavilions with 90 flowers. " That way, that look, that tone, completely attracted everyone. Some students held their chins in their hands, while others raised their little faces and stared unblinkingly at tian teacher. The classroom is very quiet. Tian teacher's magnetic voice echoed in the classroom. Students are all like spring breeze, and they like to drink wedding banquets. Then, tian teacher made up a fascinating story, vividly saying, "A child took his mother's skirt to grandma's house ..." All the students were fascinated, as if they were there. It seems that there is an innocent and lively child and his mother sitting in the pavilion counting flowers. ...
Tian teacher's voice came to an abrupt end, the story had already ended, but everyone was still immersed in the story!
Today is September 10, which is the annual Teacher's Day and the 20th Teacher's Day since 1984. This is the teacher's own festival, and it is also the best time for us to thank the teacher. We can send flowers to the teacher; Send greeting cards to teachers; Give a nice little gift to the teacher; You can bless the teacher ... Today, our class had a happy Teacher's Day today.
I came to school early this afternoon. As I walked, I thought, "After dinner this morning, the monitor asked some students to come to the classroom of the school department, saying it was a surprise for the teacher." When I walked to the classroom. I looked, "Wow", it's beautiful! The lunch break was so beautifully done by their department, which was really too fast.
Then, other students came to the classroom one after another, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
"Come, come!" A classmate shouted. The whole class immediately became nervous. Three, two, 1, go! Some students threw ribbons at the teacher and we stood up at once. Shout together: "Happy Teacher's Day!" When I met xu teacher, I was very serious in class at ordinary times. At that moment, xu teacher smiled brightly. Then many students will give flowers, presents and greeting cards to xu teacher.
Then, the head teacher, Mr. Liu, came. As soon as Mr. Liu arrived at the door, the students threw ribbons at the teacher again. Teacher Liu is also very happy. Only the English teacher didn't fall for it.
Today's Teacher's Day really makes me unforgettable!
Unforgettable composition of Shi En 9 When I was packing things at home on Sunday, I found some homework papers written by my fourth grade. Looking at the words "excellent", I think of my teacher, Miss Di.
An oval face, with a pair of big watery eyes on it, is deeply immersed in the eye socket like a black pearl, and a pair of glasses on the high bridge of the nose is particularly energetic.
Teacher Di has many teaching methods. Every time in class, Teacher Di sometimes comes up with a riddle, which is small and exquisite. It flies to the south in cold weather and to the north in hot weather. Let's know clearly that every student listens to the swallow this time. With relish, the teacher asked another question. What are the characteristics of flying south in cold weather and flying north in hot weather? Suddenly the pot exploded in the classroom, and suddenly my head lit up and I stood up boldly: "It's Fett." The teacher gave me a thumbs-up sign.
Teacher Di not only teaches well, but also has a sense of responsibility.
I remember once all my classmates left, leaving only me and a few classmates in the classroom. I am on duty today, and there are several other students. Teacher Di is telling them a topic. Suddenly someone took my broom. I looked up silently. It turned out to be Miss Dee. She kindly said to me, "Stop sweeping, your parents are still waiting for you outside." I picked up my schoolbag, and the teacher sent me and several classmates out of school until my parents came to pick me up.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman. I will never forget my teacher's kindness.
The teacher's unforgettable composition 10 The teacher's love is the key to open our hearts and is also an unforgettable concern.
My teacher's surname is Zhang. Although she is not tall, her body contains great "energy". It is this special "energy" that I can't forget!
I remember that in the third grade, our class was recognized as "the most annoying class", but Teacher Zhang patiently took over our class and asked us to "turn defeat into victory". In order to make us fall in love with reading, she asked us to bring an extra-curricular book to school every day, and also set up a special reading class. During the lunch break at noon, she also told us: "Those who can't sleep can read books." Because of this, all the students in our class really fall in love with reading.
In winter, our lunch break was changed to a midday activity, but some teachers regarded this time as "special for making up lessons" for their children, but Mr. Zhang would never do so. She will let us enjoy ourselves and release our childhood.
In her class, each of us is equal and has the right to speak. She will also give students who don't like to raise their hands to speak opportunities, so that we can help each other in the same boat, so that no one falls behind and no one loses confidence, so that each of us can get the same love.
Now the teachers' efforts have paid off. Now we often win the first place in the whole grade, the first place in the composition competition and the first place in the sports meeting. Our great changes have made all teachers sit up and take notice!
The teacher's love moistens my heart like a small spring rain, which I will never forget!
Unforgettable composition by kindness 1 1 Time is like a river passing in the East. No one can change its fate, but there are always some people and things moored in the harbor in your memory, drawing the most beautiful scenery in your plain life.
The first time I met her, it was a bleak day. A tall, thin figure stood in front of the podium and introduced herself: "Hello everyone, I am your future math teacher-Miss Wang." Like a magic hand, it pulled me into the wonderful kingdom of mathematics. Teacher Wang's serious attitude towards work made me like math gradually. I have never been interested in mathematics on weekdays, and my math scores have improved a lot.
On a snowy afternoon, we were on duty with Mr. Wang. It's a little cold. Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying in the air, which is out of harmony with the noisy crowd. Mr. Wang smiled and said to me calmly, "You look like me when I was a child, very much, really much." I froze. Stay where you are. I don't know what to say. White snow fell on my palm and melted quickly. The thin figure standing in the snow was so clear and tall for the first time. That year, I was 1 1 years old.
In recent years, there have been tears and laughter. The inferiority of our class makes Mr. Wang's face gaunt, but he is still so thin and tall. It's autumn again, and a frost chrysanthemum opens in front of the window, and that gaunt face emerges. The whole world, the braking time is blurred. ...
Teacher's Unforgettable Composition 12 Today is the 6th, and there are still three days before Teacher's Day. I have entered the fourth grade in the new semester, and I can't help but think of several teachers who have taught us for three years, especially our head teacher, Mr. Zhang, who has taken good care of us both physically and academically.
I remember once, I had a conflict with my classmates and quarreled. We won't let anyone, so we are deadlocked. We can't find Mr. Zhang to comment on this ceremony. Because we all stick to our own views and opinions, no one wants to admit our mistakes. After teacher Zhang saw it, he began to reason with us seriously. It wasn't long before we said goodbye and became good friends.
The days when I spent time with my teacher made me gain a pair of love and hard work, which I cherish in my heart bit by bit.
On this special and grand day, I want to say to my former and present teachers, "Thank you, teacher. Hard work, I wish you a happy holiday. "
Teacher's unforgettable composition 13 teacher's love is the greatness of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"; It is the obscurity of "sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently"; This is the self-sacrifice of "spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles must cry dry every night".
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on my windowsill. Today is another day full of energy. I came to school after breakfast. As soon as we entered the classroom, we saw the amiable teacher Mao. We all love him, but we are also afraid of her.
Today is the final exam. I am rightfully doing the problem, and my heart is as calm as a calm lake. Haha, I have done all these questions. Suddenly, I saw a difficult problem. The sky suddenly darkened and a cold wind blew. I looked at the people around me out of the corner of my eye. The students are paying attention to their answers with their heads down. I hold my pen tightly. I can't do this problem. What should I do? Teacher Mao seems to have read my mind. After the exam, Teacher Mao called me to the office. My heart is like fifteen buckets of water. When I arrived, Teacher Mao said to me gently, "Never mind, failure is the mother of success. I believe you. Remember, life must go through adversity before it can reach a higher level. " Teacher Mao's words lit me up like a lamp at night, and my heart was warm. Whenever I think of these words, I am full of hope.
The teacher's kindness is so deep that I can't forget it whenever and wherever!
Teachers' Day is coming and the campus is full of festive atmosphere. Today, the sky seems particularly blue, and the sunshine seems brighter. White clouds in the sky are floating around, just like a group of naughty children waving to their teachers to congratulate them on their holidays. A breeze blew, and the young trees and grass swayed gently, as if singing for the teacher.
In the morning, the school held a commendation meeting, and many leaders came to congratulate the teachers on their holidays. The school commended some excellent teachers and classmates. Then the students began to perform the program, and the students of the bouquet team presented flowers to the teachers. At this time, the teachers' hearts are full of joy. Yes! Teachers have worked hard for us at ordinary times and sacrificed many rest days. Today, they can finally relax, feel our enthusiasm, and feel that the seeds they planted have been harvested. Then several teachers read aloud, and their affectionate poems touched every one of our classmates. After the meeting, we came to the classroom. Students express their blessings to teachers in various ways, and I am no exception. I gave the teacher a picture I drew myself. The name of the painting is the future in my heart. This painting represents my gratitude to my teacher, and also shows my ideal and goal to my teacher. I think the teacher will definitely like it.
On this happy day, I want to wish all the teachers in the world a happy holiday, and I want to repay the hardworking gardener with excellent results.
Unforgettable composition of kindness 15 It was her who knocked on the door of the knowledge kingdom; It was she who made me discover that there were other mothers besides my own. It was she who helped me find a colorful world from my childhood dreams. Or her, let me swim in the ocean of science in the joy of childhood! She is our lovely teacher.
Today is Teachers' Day. I would like to extend my sincere wishes to all my teachers. The students in our class are very creative. They wrote "Happy Teacher's Day" on the blackboard and made a heart with paper cranes on the wall. May teachers open their hearts every day, and students understand the good and bad of teachers and make use of them! Today, many students send flowers to their teachers. I think this kind of love and respect for teachers is more than just a bunch of flowers. Only by studying hard, shaping ourselves, perfecting ourselves and surpassing ourselves can we pay deep respect to our teachers!
Professor Harvard once said: "There are two kinds of jobs in the world that are difficult to do. One is a doctor. If you can't cure them, you will ruin a person. Both of them are teachers, and poor teaching will ruin a group of people. It can be seen that vocational teachers are the most difficult in the world! We must respect our teachers, whose work is the most tiring! Teacher's love is dew, even a withered heart can wake up; Teacher's love is a warm spring breeze, even frozen feelings will melt. With the teacher who loves us!