Write a letter to my dear teacher before midnight. I look at the bright moon that is about to leave and recall our teacher-student relationship for three years. You are like a kind mother, helping us out of trouble. Before, I never thought about how difficult and great the profession of teacher is.
How many spring and autumn flowers bloom and fall, you burn your youth like a candle and illuminate us. We are like a seedling. No matter how hot it is in summer or how cold it is in winter, you water us with hard sweat. Let us thrive under your care.
How beautiful you are on the podium. You chalk out our blueprint for the future. On the road of youth, with your guidance, I believe that we will certainly walk wonderfully.
Dear teacher, you are like a beacon light in the sea, illuminating our way home with your faint light.
Now less than three months, my eyes are hazy. At this moment, how many feelings are condensed in my heart!
Do you remember? Silent, it moistens everything.
When the sky is full of stars, you are always quietly paying for us. The wonderful class the next day is a testimony to your efforts last night. When the first ray of sunshine came into the campus, you were already waiting for us in the classroom.
Do you remember? The lights are dim and people are awake.
"pa!" The lights in the dormitory went out, and your light footsteps sounded in the corridor. We know that only when we are asleep can you sleep peacefully. ...
How can we forget these things? Only when the world has you can it show the fire-like enthusiasm. Our life is wonderful because of you.
Teacher, thank you for your selfless love, which awakened my sleeping confidence, ignited my extinguished ideal fire and made us set foot on a brand-new milestone again.
Teacher, we will never forget your love. In my sad and frustrated days, you opened the dark clouds overhead for me and brought me infinite light. Sunshine illuminates the world, and you illuminate my life with knowledge. Teacher, you gave me knowledge and sunshine.
You are like a spring silkworm, throwing up all the moss and paying for us; You are like a continuous spring rain, dyeing the earth green, and you show it silently in the soil; You are like a piece of white chalk, shortening yourself and educating us. Because of you, my world is so beautiful; Because of you, my life is so colorful. We are delicate saplings. Teacher, you are Yu Lu. Let's grow up happily and healthily. We will grow into a towering tree, sheltering from the wind and rain for your hard work! Thank you, my teacher.
Write to my dear teacher. 2 The winter vacation passes quickly and the new semester is about to begin. Yesterday, I was packing my schoolbag, and my mother came to tell me that you stopped teaching our class and quit your job as a teacher. I was shocked and thought it was a dream. I hit myself and it hurt. I was sad at once. Because I will never see your cheerful smile again, and I will never hear your humorous and interesting class again.
We first met formally on the day when we reported for duty in the first semester of Grade Three. My first impression of you is dignified, elegant and amiable. You introduced yourself briefly and left us the first assignment. Think about the origin of your name-Han Xiaohua. The next day, everyone gave a variety of answers. After reading it, you said happily, "I didn't expect what you wrote." It seems that I have to go back and study my name carefully. " Everyone laughed their heads off, and the students fell in love with you at once.
One afternoon last semester, you took us to read Discovery on the World Map. Because it was afternoon, the students were listless and followed weakly. I saw you make a stop sign and say, "Let's play a game!" " "I heard that I want to play games, and everyone's sleepiness disappears instantly. You read: "World-World-Land-Map-Development-Now ..." Everyone started reading, reading it three times at a time. After reading it, everyone suddenly had a spiritual person and came back to the classroom full of blood.
I am not the most naughty in my class, but I will give you a "jam" occasionally. Remember that time when several of our classmates scribbled notes and you found them? You hold the note, and you say, "I know who it is when I look at the handwriting, so I won't call the roll here." After coming home at night, I have been preoccupied and confessed this to my mother. My mother asked me to apologize to you and leave a message on QQ. I left a voice message on QQ to apologize to you, and you quickly replied to me. You said that "knowing your mistakes can improve a lot" and encouraged me to start a new chapter. I slept soundly that night. The next day, you talked about it in class and praised my honesty, but you didn't call my name. You saved my face and encouraged me. At that moment, happiness, guilt and emotion all came together.
My mother is also very sad to hear that you are leaving. Think back with me about your various interests, your own naming method, your long summary written to parents every week, your prediction of key points at 5 am on the last day of the exam … You left too many stories in our class!
Teacher Han, I will always remember your dribs and drabs and your teachings. I think you must leave us, leave the job you love. I will remember your words and listen to the new teacher. I hope everything goes well with you!
Write a composition for my dear teach 3 dear teacher:
Hello!
In a few days, it will be September 10 Teacher's Day. However, at that time, we couldn't spend happy holidays with you as usual, because at this moment, we were already sitting in the middle school classroom. However, I silently bless you in my heart: Happy holidays!
It has been three years since you began to teach us Chinese in the third grade. We will never forget your hard work in cultivating us over the years. I remember when you first arrived in our class, our class was the most famous "naughty" class in the school, which caused you a lot of trouble. However, you still stick with us, just like your son, telling "small stories and big truths", which makes us feel sorry for you.
Do you remember? Every time you ask your classmates to answer questions, I will secretly shout, "Don't order me, don't order me." Bless me from being called. One day, you saw me sitting in a chair with my head slowly lowered and my eyes afraid to look at you, as if you knew what I was thinking. But, you let me answer the question. So many students raise their hands, you don't shout, you call me. Suddenly, my classmates' eyes fell on me, and my face was as hot as a fever. I was so nervous that I tugged at the corner of my clothes with my little hand, hesitated for a long time and whispered the answer. The teacher said kindly, "Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong. The most important thing is to be bold. " From then on, I will keep this sentence in mind in class every day.
You work tirelessly every day, instilling knowledge into us every day, just like a hard gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland. You teach us how to be human and tell us what is right and what is wrong. Let us know right and wrong, good and evil, dedication and pay.
Primary school life has finally passed, and under your care, we have changed from ignorant children to qualified graduates. We will bid farewell to you, our alma mater, our innocent childhood, our new school and our beautiful youth full of countless reverie. Here, I want to say to my respected teacher: "Teacher, thank you for your hard work!" "
I wish you the best of health!
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Composition for dear teach Miss Zhao, you are our most familiar and beloved person. When you are away, your figure often haunts my mind, and your voice often echoes in my ears. A song often rings in my ear: "Teacher, teacher, just like an old friend, teacher, teacher is an example for me to learn." I will never forget everything you gave me ... "
I remember when I was in primary school, I didn't know anything. You taught us to read and learn knowledge, and told us the truth of being a man. You are like a hardworking gardener, pruning, cutting leaves, fertilizing and weeding these small saplings ... let us grow into towering trees step by step.
Miss Zhao, do you remember? In the first grade, there was a unit test. I was too self-righteous to review. As a result, a "roadblock" caught me during the exam. I was blindsided at once and regretted that I didn't review well. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, scratching my head and sweating like a pig. At this time, an idea came out: pass a note to your classmates, cheat this time, and never again. So, I took advantage of your time collecting water and quietly wrote a note to Sun Jianfeng, a math genius. But when I copied the answer to the returned note, you were already standing in front of me. At that time, my heart was pounding and I thought: You should severely criticize me and dismiss my incompetent monitor ... But you just smiled at me, and this look seemed to ask: Are you doing this right? And walked away. My heart is like a headless fly, and I am so anxious that I have no mind to copy the answer anymore.
After class, you came to my desk and said to me earnestly, "You are the monitor, and you should set an example for your classmates. Remember, we don't want fake grades, we want real grades ... "At that time, everything you said was deeply imprinted in my mind. I cried, and I saw crystal tears in your eyes.
Teacher Zhao, "you give me a word and open a window for me;" You give me a smile, I am full of strength; You gave me a look, and I found the direction ... "Teacher Zhao, your love is like a burning fire, which ignited my confidence and my hope; Miss Zhao, your love is like a gurgling spring, nourishing my dry heart. Miss Zhao, I want to say to you: I will never forget your kindness to me!
Write a composition for my beloved teacher 5 Dear teacher:
Hello! After many schools, I have almost forgotten the teacher I remember. Only you impressed me.
I remember the first time I came to this strange primary school, and you greeted me warmly with a smile. I don't know if you still remember the heavy rain in the summer vacation of senior one, and the students were taken home by their parents one by one. Only another classmate and I were still sitting in the classroom, staring blankly out of the window: bean-sized raindrops hit the ground. From time to time, there was a "long, long" thunder. My classmates and I are very scared. At this time, you walked into the classroom and looked at us kindly with a little pity in your eyes. My classmates and I came up to you and said, "Teacher, are our parents there?" "hasn't come yet. Never mind, the teacher will accompany you and tell you stories. " You take our little hand and take it to the seat. Your hand is so warm, in an instant-a warm current flows into my heart ... the story you told is so beautiful. Unconsciously, I fell asleep ... when I woke up, I found that I was already at home. ...
Another day, I wore a white princess dress to school, and the whole class said it looked good. Because this is a new dress, I cherish it more. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When I was playing with my classmates, my skirt was scratched with a big hole. I was so sad that I sat on the ground and cried. After hearing the news, you looked at my skirt, helped me up, coaxed me and took me into the office. There are piles of exercise books, simple teacups and steaming water on the desk in the office. You take out a plastic box from the drawer, then let me sit down, take out a thin, silver mystery from the small box, and take out a little thread from the small hole of the mystery and start sewing my skirt. Soon, the hole disappeared and I was so excited that I didn't even say thank you. I went directly to the classroom to show my new skirt ... thank you, teacher!
Teacher, when I grow up, I will leave primary school and enter the embrace of a new school. But I won't forget you. As I increase my knowledge, "mystery" is no longer mysterious. ...
Hope:
Peach and plum are all over the world!
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