In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. In order to make your composition easier and more convenient, here are the teachers I arranged for you. You have worked hard for 7 words (selected 1 articles) in the seventh grade, hoping to help you. Teacher, you have worked hard for Grade 7 Composition 1
Who helped us grow up? Who passed on the knowledge to us? Who dedicated youth to us? Who made us the pillars of the country? That's you, our teacher. I remember once, teachers from other schools came to our school to attend classes. That night, you came home later than other teachers, and all the other offices were turned off, except for the light in your office. You sit in front of the computer desk, banging your hands on the keyboard for a while, and then moving around with the mouse. The computer father-in-law is all told around by the teacher, which makes the computer father-in-law in a hurry. The teacher didn't go home until the school closed. I immediately ran to the computer desk and continued to tap the keyboard to check the information. An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed, and the teacher was still sitting in front of the computer. On a quiet night, only the bright lights in front of the teacher's window were so quiet that even the cicadas were not called, and the animals went back to their homes to sleep.
it's 12 o'clock in the evening, and the teacher has finally finished. By the next day, the teacher was wearing thick dark circles and a big smile. As the teacher was well prepared yesterday, the class was reconciled. You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light for the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lectures are so colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, which shows us a colorful new world ...
I have an ideal to be a teacher. How gentle and loving the teacher is, and how many stories and knowledge are in his heart! Slowly, I fell in love with the work of teachers from liking teachers. I want to be a glorious teacher of names in the future. Teachers are engineers of people's souls. Teachers teach students knowledge, teach students the truth of being a man, and encourage students to strive for progress. Many stars, professors, experts and leaders are all trained by teachers. The value and function of teachers are unparalleled. The value of fireflies lies in using the lamp hanging at the back end to shine on others; Your respect lies in always providing convenience to others. Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world. You are the most beautiful myth in my heart! Teacher, you have worked hard! Teacher, you have worked hard for the seventh grade composition. 2
Thousands of years ago, some people praised teachers. Today, thousands of years later, of course, some people will still praise teachers. Teachers are a sacred profession, a glorious profession and a constant story! I want to praise you, dear teacher!
once in a Chinese class, the teacher asked us to recite a text. As a result, several students who stood up in vertical rows failed, including me.
The teacher was angry and said, "What have you been doing for so long in the morning reading class? ! The voice of endorsement is smaller than that of the next class. Do you think I am easy to bully? So you can get away with it? Well, I won't indulge you so much in the future! It won't happen again. Copy it for me! Copy it to the back! "
with that, he lowered his head and buried his sad eyes.
Everyone around me, sitting and standing, bowed their heads, only me, silently staring at the teacher. At this moment, the teacher is particularly beautiful, and only I saw tears swirling in her eyes, so touching that my heart trembled inexplicably. Yes, the teacher was hurt by the students again.
Actually, my Chinese teacher is not only beautiful, but also famous for her good temper. She never puts on airs as a teacher. Even in class, she is like our friend, so we always like teachers. It's just that today the teacher was angry with us, and everyone didn't know what to do.
After school, I met my teacher on my way home. The teacher still greeted me with a smile, but I bowed my head guiltily. The teacher came over and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "It's okay. Recite carefully next time. Don't steal snacks in the morning reading class. Come back after dinner at home." I nodded happily: "Well, I see, thank you".
at that moment, I understood the power of a smile. Smile, like a blooming flower, not only gives others fragrance, but also adds a connotation to one's life. In this silent connotation, there is never-ending love. I love teachers!
without the cultivation of spring, how can Qiu Lai achieve fruitful results? Without rain, where can the grass smell fragrant? Without your cultivation, how can there be a bright future?
Teacher, you have worked hard for the cause of the people. Teacher, you choose a life without regrets for yourself! You use your blood to write beautiful chapters; You paint a wonderful picture with your blood, and you create a monument with your blood!
We are the flowers of China and the future of China. Then, teacher, you are the gardener of the motherland, the present of the motherland and everything of the motherland!
teacher! You have worked hard! Teacher, you have worked hard for the seventh grade composition. 3
As the saying goes, once you are a teacher, you will be a father all your life. Indeed, the teacher's kindness to our cultivation is heavier than mountains and deeper than the sea! Teachers have a kind face and a kind heart, but they always have a serious expression. And we know that they did it for our own good.
The teacher's love is as precious as the drizzle in spring. This great teacher's love is admirable. However, when I was studying in my hometown before, teachers never received any gifts on Teachers' Day. Because at that time, people's lives were not plentiful, but there is one thing that we will never forget.
On the occasion of Teacher's Day that year, the students in our class discussed what gifts to send to the teacher to show our blessing and gratitude. Finally, we decided to give the teacher a surprise, that is, picking all kinds of wild flowers from the mountain and giving them to the teacher. Starting from the morning, 56 people in our class came to the wild forest, as long as the flowers were picked. When we came to a relatively wide grassland in the forest, we found that there were many beautiful wildflowers in that place, so we rushed to pick them. Unexpectedly, the grassland was wet and slippery, and many of our classmates fell and fell while picking wildflowers.
Finally, our wild flowers were picked. At this time, although we were all exhausted, we forgot everything at the thought of giving our teacher a surprise and making her happy.
in the afternoon, we scattered flowers all the way from the classroom door to the lecture table, and everywhere became an ocean of flowers. We also wrote Happy Teacher's Day on the blackboard! A few words. Then turn off the lights in the classroom, and when the teacher comes to study at night, we will turn on the lights at once. Then, all the students present and throw the flowers to the teacher.
After that, we all said: I wish the teacher good health and smooth work! Happy holidays to the teacher! At this time, we saw that the teacher smiled and smiled happily. Then we also laughed happily.
Later, I heard that the teacher had a small sore on her body because of pollen allergy. The teacher said that she didn't sleep all night and felt sick all over. I can think that we gave her such a surprise so painstakingly, and her heart was full of warmth. She said how happy she had spent a Teacher's Day.
This Teacher's Day will never be forgotten by her, and it will never be forgotten by us. Teacher, you have worked hard. Grade 7 Composition 4
On the playground, the golden sun tortured the plastic track and gave off a pungent smell. In the meantime, there was an old man over half a hundred years old, hunched, holding a brush and painting sports equipment. You can see his busy figure in the playground, the field, the table tennis room and the volleyball room.
He is our PE teacher, Miss Li. He has a pair of eyes that are not very big. As he gets older, his eyes seem to be covered with a thin layer of fog, which is unpredictable. Although he is a little older, he is not inferior to other PE teachers. His scrawny arms are strong. I still remember that in the horizontal bar test, there was a fat man who couldn't turn over, so Mr. Li next to him held him off with one hand and turned over at once. And his "authentic" hometown accent, always making jokes in class.
Miss Li is not only our PE teacher, but also the coach of the volleyball team. The volleyball team trained by Miss Li always gets good results in the city's competitions. Look! Teacher Li is asking the boys to play volleyball again. He first asks the boys who play better to smash the ball and catch it at the opposite net. A ball suddenly buckled, only to see Mr. Li's hands clenched, his hands to the right, and the ball just landed at the bottom line. At this time, Mr. Li will start teaching methods again; Listen, the ball is heavy, you can be lighter, and the ball is light, you can be heavier, but don't fight high, you hit the plane! If you can control the ball well, you'd better hit it obliquely and flat. Do you understand? Say that finish, the male students snickered below ...
Miss Li was sometimes a strict teacher. When she went to physical education class that day, in the hot sun, we finally ran 5x8 meters and sat on the grass one by one. At this moment, Miss Li came over and said to us. Remember your scores and run 15 meters quickly. "After that, the students gasped, followed by a cry. Zhou Xu made our class the worst. We ran 15m one after another, only Zhou Xu was still wandering in the second lap. At this time, Teacher Li scolded; Then it's useless. Then, I ran the remaining five laps with Zhou Xu.
That's what our PE teacher is like. He has a hard mouth and a soft heart. So, I want to say to him here: PE teacher, you have worked hard. Teacher, you have worked hard for the seventh grade composition 5
Teacher, like spring rain, moistens our young heart; Teachers, like candles, burn themselves to light up the future for us; Teachers, like spring silkworms, selflessly dedicate their knowledge to students; Teachers, like bridges, transport groups of students to the other side of the ideal ... My head teacher is Miss Wang Yongmei, who has worked hard and worked hard for us in countless ways. Ah, teacher, you have worked hard!
Miss Wang is very beautiful and young. She is 34 years old this year. She has long black hair, and occasionally she can see some white silk. I know, that's the result of hard work for us. The teacher has a pair of big eyes, red lips and a smile will show white teeth. She is very amiable and her classmates like her very much.
I remember one time, after class was over in physical education class, all the students stayed on the playground to play. I am a student on duty, and I will go back to the classroom to be on duty as usual. I gently pushed open the door of the classroom and saw Mr. Wang correcting our homework seriously. With a red pen in one hand, she rustled on the notebook, while the other hand gently turned over the exercise book. Suddenly, she frowned, wondering which naughty student's homework was corrected. After a while, the teacher's brow stretched and a smile appeared on his mouth. I guess, she may have won my homework, and she can't help but be slightly proud in her heart! Slowly, there are fewer and fewer uncorrected exercise books, and finally there are none! The teacher put his arm deep, took a sip of water, leaned back in the chair wearily, and murmured, "It's finally finished!" " At this moment, I was moved!
On another occasion, Mr. Wang insisted on giving us a class despite his illness. As she coughed, she said, "The inside angle of a triangle is 18 with ... cough ... and that of a quadrilateral is 36. In the problem of planting trees, total length = number of intervals ⅹ distance between trees ... Cough! Cough! " I can't help thinking: we are sick, we can rest at home, and the teacher will make up lessons for us, but the teacher is sick, but no one takes care of her and still works hard! At that moment, I was moved again!
think about it, how many classes the teacher taught us seriously; How many times did the teacher concentrate on correcting homework after class? How many classes the teacher helped the students who had difficulties in learning, how many nights the teacher didn't sleep and worked hard to prepare lessons ... The teacher paid too much for us, and I really wanted to say to her sincerely, "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " Teacher, you have worked hard for the seventh grade composition 6
On this day, I stood on the podium, holding a golden certificate of "three good students" and looking at the teachers who worked hard for us, I couldn't help thinking a lot. Teacher, I remember that at that time, I came here with a childish heart full of anxiety and longing. Since then, you have warmed my heart with kindness and fulfilled my dreams with profound knowledge. You not only teach us knowledge, but also teach us to be human beings. You often say, "Don't do it because of goodness, and don't do it because of evil"; "Be lenient with others, be strict with yourself" ... Teacher, I remember everything you said. Influenced by you, I won the appreciation of many students in my colorful days. Teacher, like a loving mother, you sow the seeds of love in our hearts and let us grow in love; Teacher, like strict father, you are strict with us and educate us strictly. When we were sloppy in our studies and careless in our exams, you severely criticized us: "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" and "small holes don't make up, big holes suffer". Teacher, how much you hope that when we grow up, we can get ahead and contribute to the construction of our motherland.
Therefore, I began to read more greedily. With your constant encouragement, I found one answer after another in the book. Teacher, isn't the certificate of "three good students" in my hand today the crystallization of your education? Teacher, how many times, the quiet school echoed with the voice of your pure teaching; How many times, the quiet night left you preparing lessons at your desk. Teacher, "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away", you are like a silkworm, spinning until the last moment of your life; You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating the quilt. You always make extraordinary achievements in your ordinary post, and your classmates like you very much. "The teacher scooped up the water in Tianchi Lake and sprinkled it on the heavens and the earth to raise new seedlings." Yes, I have nothing to repay the teacher's kindness. I can only win honor for my class with my excellent grades and win the teacher's sweet smile. Although I am still a young bird, I believe that as long as I learn knowledge well, I will eventually become a brave goshawk as you expect, spreading my wings and soaring, adding a beautiful landscape to the blue sky. Teacher, today, on this glorious podium, please let me say to you sincerely: "Thank you, teacher!" " Teacher, you have worked hard for the seventh grade composition 7
"and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away" For thousands of years, countless people like to use this sentence to praise our people's teachers. That's not empty talk, but our teacher really has the spirit of selfless dedication like silkworm and candle, so this metaphor is not too much.
Dear teacher, in the season of falling leaves, we confused children walked into the campus. When we first faced the textbook, the dense words on it brought us endless doubts instead of knowledge. It is you! It's the teacher With that amiable smile and crisp voice, we learned knowledge with a happy mood.