Dear teachers and students, hello! I'm Huang Peng from Class 0/2, Grade 1/KLOC. The topic of my speech is-gratitude to the teacher!
Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it soar; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; But I want to thank the teacher, because the teacher let me grow up.
From babbling children to primary school students, from eager teenagers to adults flying high, from layman to expert, from knotting notes to the advent of today's information age, the role of teachers has always run through the whole process of the development of human civilization. As we all know, the development of society depends on education, and the development of education depends on teachers, whose silent cultivation has brought the vitality of human civilization.
Teacher's love is called teacher-student love, which is the most serious love in the world. When I was punished for my mistakes, it was the teacher who taught me. When I was sweating like a pig when I encountered a difficult problem, it was the teacher who carefully explained it to me. An approving look makes me very happy, and a warm greeting makes me feel the second kind of affection.
A teacher once said: we don't need too much honor and praise, we just like the word "teacher" ... These simple words are undoubtedly the voices of teachers and the most authentic emotional expression of their inner world. We thank the teachers for their hard work and earnest teaching. However, no amount of praise and admiration can compare with our gratitude for the teacher's actions.
Gratitude to teachers does not need us to do anything earth-shattering, but it is manifested in the dribs and drabs of daily life.
In class, a firm look and a gentle nod prove that you are devoted and that you are listening attentively. This is gratitude.
After class, I was grateful to see the teacher in the corridor with a faint smile and a polite "hello teacher".
After school, waving to the teacher and saying "goodbye to the teacher" is still gratitude to the teacher.
Don't attribute these things to trivial matters, and don't disdain these dribs and drabs around you, because behind these dribs and drabs is your respect and affirmation for the teacher, and everyone wants to be recognized and respected by others. Then, what reason do we have not to respect the gardener who has worked hard for our growth and spent time in the education park? What reason can we not be grateful to those teachers who use their own fire of life to light the way forward for our success?
On the occasion of Teacher's Day, please allow me to say "Teacher, you have worked hard" on behalf of college students. We love you, and we will always love you!
Thank you!
Teacher, I love you.
Dear teachers and classmates, hello, I'm Yao Xiaotong from Class One and Four. The topic of my speech today is "Teacher, I love you".
Some people compare teachers to red candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
Some people compare teachers to gardeners, and the blooming flowers all reflect your hard work and sweat.
Some people compare a teacher to an engineer of the human soul, and the light of wisdom from students is the spark you ignited in those years.
All this is not an exaggeration. As an educator, it contains too much dedication and dedication, how many times of pre-case writing, how many nights of colored pen homework, and how many rounds of language sowing on the podium. All these things, bit by bit, are inextricably linked, and they converge into an ocean of love, condensing the power of knowledge, engraved in the hearts of students, branded in scars, and become unforgettable wealth for students in the future.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher. You are a glass of water, nourishing students' dry hearts.
After school, you exhorted me sentence by sentence; When I was sick, you greeted me again and again; When you fail in the examination room, you explain again and again, and encourage again and again. This bit by bit caused a warm current in Hua Song, which enriched our empty hearts, made darkness disappear from the world and made colorful colors shine in the world.
Sweat watered the flower of hope, dazzling light broke through the dark haze, cordial greetings drove away the cold, and a victorious smile touched the world.
Your love is sunshine, which can melt ice and snow; Your love is spring rain, which can moisten everything; Your love is a bridge between teachers and students. Dear teacher, at this moment, a thousand words can't express the love of the students. All this can be summed up in one sentence: teacher, I love you!
Thank you!
Teacher, you have worked hard.
Dear teachers and students, hello! I'm Xing Jie from Class Two, Grade Two, Senior High School. The topic of my speech is-teacher, you have worked hard!
He is not an actor, but he attracts our hungry eyes. He is not a singer, but he makes the spring of knowledge jingle. He is not a sculptor, but he shapes the souls of young people in batches.
There will be such a magical and brave teacher to get along with us day and night, so that we can learn to be human and pursue our dreams together.
No one will deny that teachers are an ordinary profession in various industries in the world, but who will deny that teachers are the leading geese of hope admired and moved by Chinese children in China?
Have you ever heard of the love relay in the mountains? The old teacher extended the two years of teaching children in mountainous areas for forty years. He carries cement for students to earn money to build classrooms and sells blood to buy textbooks for students in villages and towns. Not only that, when he thought he could no longer satisfy the children's knowledge, his daughter who graduated from college inherited the relay of love. Father and daughter have been teaching in the mountains for more than 40 years, sending off a batch of students, leaving only memories. As we all know, what you get is far less than one percent, one thousandth. If it weren't for children's eyes eager for knowledge, if it weren't for the backwardness and final change in the mountains, if it weren't for them to be teachers, they wouldn't have made such selfless and unrequited contributions!
This kind of teacher, the teacher's experience, can not be counted. Day after day, year after year, from the moment I stepped into the sacred ranks of teachers, teachers made the most adequate preparation, the most full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
Some people say that teachers are like spring silkworms, they never make cocoons for themselves, but only help students weave a bright future.
But I want to say: teacher, you are a close relative, caring for us in every possible way, so that we can thrive under your care.
You are the helmsman, and the boat with your heart leads us into the sea of knowledge, so that we can cut the waves in the sea of learning.
You are a lighthouse, guiding us in the right direction at the crossroads of life.
Teacher, you have flowers and applause, and you have a beautiful aura. You just smile at the honor, and the students simply say, "Teacher, you have worked hard." Has made you feel the greatest happiness and comfort.
Dear teacher, we can still clearly see the flying passion displayed on the three-foot platform, the selfless teaching that hits our souls, and the detailed suggestions that warm our hearts.
I want to write a song for you, sing your surging love, draw a picture for you, draw your gentle eyes, write a poem for you and write your selfless feelings. On this beautiful gardener's day, I wish you all the best and happiness forever.
Thank you!
Teacher, we love you.
Dear teachers and students, hello! I'm Xin Li from Grade Two, and the topic of my speech today is "Teacher, I love you".
Cicadas compete with osprey for dancing, flowers and butterflies play with bees, lychee words meet again, and in the depths of green trees and red flowers, Iraqis trace. Looking back frequently, Liuxi and Wenfeng are surrounded by lofty green hills, Wenfeng is still there, and the streams and rivers are too urgent.
I love this beautiful Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, and I love the teachers who sow seedlings in No.1 Middle School.
Teacher, your strong will is as tall and straight as Songtao, and your noble soul is as bright as the sky. Walk out of your tireless figure by candlelight and support a green shade of knowledge in the sun; Your eager eyes are like a ray of sunshine, and the flame of sincere love burns in your heart like a mountain flower. Whenever the bell rings, the plough of language will cross the hard heart and cultivate a green dream in the sound of reading. At the bottom of pure eyes, there are dozens of immature childlike innocence, and bright and soft waves reflect the wings of young eagles. You are sincere and selfless, silently dedicating your youth; You are fearless, but you are still indomitable and pioneering after hardships; You are determined to forge ahead, stand at the forefront of the times, and call for a better future ... all this has merged into the most vigorous, magnificent and beautiful movement. Because in a country with a history of 5,000 years of civilization, in a land with 9.6 million square kilometers of sunshine and 65.438+300 million heartstrings, how can it not be passionate, forceful, ups and downs and colorful? The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance on campus, and years have proved that your practice is sacred.
What a simple and extraordinary word-teacher!
Brothers and sisters of Grade One, you haven't been in Grade One for a long time, and you don't know much about many things. Then, please allow me, as a sister, to tell you some real stories, some stories that happened around us.
In the next semester of senior high school, when all the teachers and students were struggling for the final exam, two teachers could not accompany us to the end. Not because they don't want to, but because they have to, can't insist. They must go to the hospital for surgery. Dear friends, do you know that the teacher gave us a lecture on the podium, and he was full of passion, but as soon as the bell rang, he went straight to the hospital! How many times, how many days, how many teachers are like this. The day before the teacher was hospitalized, he gave us the most vivid and unforgettable lesson.
The teacher thought about us just before admission, which shows how much they love us. As teachers' favorite students, we actually love teachers very much. We play a symphony with the teacher's heart, our heartstrings vibrate for the teacher, and the teacher's heartstrings play for us! Then, on behalf of all middle school students, please allow me to extend my sincere wishes to the teachers who are conscientious and have no regrets: I wish the teachers good health and all the best!
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, the peaches are ripe and about to drip, while the plums are ripe and the branches are incomplete. 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, the language of your lecture is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworms have never said a word of boasting, 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!
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of mankind. 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.
Teacher, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Please open the window quickly, all this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! A powerful voice in my heart is shouting: teacher, we love you!
Thank you!
Teacher, we love you.
Dear teachers and students, hello! I'm Zhao Wenhao from Class One, Senior One. The topic of my speech is-teacher, you have worked hard!
The autumn wind is rustling and can't blow away the warmth you gave us. Autumn night is too long to swallow the light you gave us. This is a harvest season, and you have sent away a brilliant year. This is the season of rebirth, and you took us out of the starting point. This is a season of gratitude. Let's shout loudly: teacher, we love you.
"This is a night for men to study." Who is sweating like rain on the podium, always with us, sunny and raining cats and dogs, and who has been on the training ground? You are the teacher who refuses to ask for leave. You raise the flag with your actions and show your personality. After sweat and rain soaked our hair, your gratified eyes made us afraid to let go and work hard.
"Spring silkworms will keep spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." You tirelessly prepare lessons and give lectures. You only work hard to make every class happy and master every knowledge point well. You poured all your youth and passion into the three-foot platform. You care for us, but you neglect your children. You only have a narrow world of activities, but you have firmly laid the cornerstone of national development and national prosperity. Wan Li Chunfeng urged Taoli to train new people with one heart and one mind. What a noble professional sentiment this is!
Teachers are known as "soul engineers" of human beings. Edison said, "Education is to the soul what sculpture is to marble". You take a meat cleaver, remove a little leisure defects, and strive to shape a noble mind. The roots of education are bitter and the fruits of education are sweet. You nourish our minds with the milk of knowledge, but you work hard without asking for anything in return. ...
It's hard to forget that your hair turned white in the powder fly. It's hard to forget your silent expression of love with vigorous and powerful blackboard writing. Here, I wish you warmth, happiness and happiness-like a fragrant flower, blooming in your happy time-our most beloved teacher!
Thank you!
In September, we were in song for you.
Dear teachers and students, hello! I'm Wang Mingxian from Class Two, Grade Two. The topic of my speech is September, we song for you!
Some people say that he is a candle, burning himself to illuminate others, but I want to say that he is purer than a candle; Some people say that he is a gardener, but he has no regrets about watering flowers hard; But I want to say that he is more selfless than the gardener; Some people say that he is the sun, selflessly sprinkling light and warmth on everything, but I want to say that he is more just than the sun; Some people say that he is a spring rain, which dyed the world green and brought spring, but he disappeared in the vast land, but I want to say that he is more tenacious than the spring rain. If life grows in the process of education and being educated, then all education can not be separated from the same name-teacher.
Autumn in September is the season of cultivation and harvest. Teachers are the theme of this season, and the air is filled with gratitude to teachers.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. This is the truest portrayal of a teacher's teaching life. I used to be in the mood for love, I used to read poetry books, I used to be elegant and comfortable, and I used to speak passionately. Finally, I transpiration in the tears of graduation ceremony. Teachers are gardeners, teachers are ladders, and teachers are engineers of human souls: devote their lives without regrets.
The fragrance of peaches and plums in the garden is your long-cherished wish, the three-foot platform soaked with sweat is your eternal attachment, the words flying on the blackboard are not your sweat, and the formula flowing between strokes is your expectation. You soothed your thirst for knowledge with your mother's loving hands, supported the hopes of thousands of families in Qian Qian, and realized students' dreams with your love and persistence. You stick to the glorious and sacred cause of teaching and educating people, you travel the sacred duty of people's teachers with lofty professional ethics and integrity, and you cultivate the pillars of generation after generation with profound knowledge.
Memories of the first year of high school are vivid and surging with emotion. It is you who took us through the military training life in the hot summer, and let us understand the truth that "hardship is as beautiful as success". It is you who sweat profusely and bury your head in writing, who solve problems for us in the flying dust, who are still preparing lessons carefully in the middle of the night, and who are still reminiscing about our success in your sleep. It is you who patiently enlighten us when we encounter setbacks, you who calmly warn us when we get carried away, and you who accompany us through childishness and maturity. You have filled our life with joy and increased our perseverance.
Teacher, it is your selfless love that awakens our sleeping self-esteem, nurtures our lost self-confidence, ignites our extinguished ideal fire, and urges me to embark on a brand-new milestone.
It is another harvest season, and you still hold the brush in your hand, depicting our beautiful blueprint and nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.
Eighteen years of ups and downs of life, passing by and those bright flowers, decorated our childhood and youth, from fresh clothes to washing away lead. Gray hair has trained groups of students, from ordinary people to the pillars of the country, from Ding Bai to talents and beautiful women.
Teacher, you are an evergreen tree, deeply rooted in our hearts, blooming and bearing fruit. We will use our own achievements to prove our respect and love for the noble word teacher.
Teacher, you are the most amiable, respectable and lovely person in the world. Please listen to our heartfelt voice: "Teacher, we love you. Teacher, you have worked hard! "