Teachers are the rising sun, giving off light and heat to warm students. The teacher is a relative, be caring and attentive, and extremely caring.
Teachers are rain and dew, watering plants and thriving.
Use candles to compare the teacher's composition (within 500 words). Be sure to write to the level of the sixth grade of primary school! 1. I have an eternal candle in my heart, burning the fire of life forever and full of vitality forever. Does this candle look like someone around us who deserves our admiration? He told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. If a student encounters a problem that she doesn't understand, she will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere.
"One year, how many pearls did the teacher drop for us? What about us? However, I often make her angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly.
Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, which made us understand the fun in the book; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words-burning! Keep burning! You come to give us a lecture like a talking bird. It is so colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world ... you are a teacher. You hold high the red candle in your hand, light the red candle in my heart, hang it over our heads, let it burn your poetry and * * *, light up your mental journey and your wit. You hold high the red candle in your hand and light up my life.
You are willing to burn every inch of your body and let us get the youth of life.
You sublimate in the beating candlelight and rush in the bright red blood.
Just because you are a teacher, you have no regrets that chalkbash defiled your temple. As long as your hope can light our way forward, you would rather turn yourself into dust. The flat three-foot platform is your life stage.
Because of your love, you have profoundly interpreted your life. Because of your persistence, you will write down your hopes with a smile and erase your utilitarianism. Because of your love, you will endure to see peaches mature and plums mature. Because of your persistence, you will choose poems and paintings from all over the world. Why are the "pearls" in the eyes always full? Because, you have a lifelong love for us.
Teacher, "Don't go out".
Fan Zheming's candle is a very common thing for us, but have you noticed that it has a spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice? A candle is a small thing that is not noticed by others. People often see it at birthday parties, but it seems that they seldom see it at ordinary times.
Candles used to be our friends, and we can't live without them all day. In the era before the invention of electric light, in remote deserts and mountain villages, candles are still a tool for people to illuminate at night.
But you know what? It is not only used for lighting, but also a very rare spirit-burning yourself and illuminating the noble character of others.
His character of helping others and sacrificing himself for others has suddenly risen! When you watch it burn itself, although it hurts, when it sees that children and adults can read books and do homework at night because of it, it will smile with tears in its eyes, so happy and natural.
What is more valuable is that when it is about to burn out, it will emit brighter "light" to face the burning out of its body and the demise of "life" calmly! Come to think of it carefully, isn't the teacher also a "candle"? She taught us all her knowledge without reservation, nursing her students day after day and year after year until she died selflessly.
This reminds me of the teacher's sentence "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night".
Teacher, aren't you just burning your own "candle" to illuminate others? Candle, I love you and your selfless dedication, but I love teachers with this spirit even more! 3. For many years, people have always compared teachers to red candles, praising her spirit of shining silently and dedication without regrets, and teachers have always spurred themselves with the spirit of candles.
Although "teacher" is only a professional title, in reality, teachers' professional behavior seems to be the whole of their lives.
They sacrifice themselves for the students to thrive. They like students and forums.
The podium makes people old and chalk stains their heads, but the teachers have no regrets, lost their will and worked hard.
This kind of selfless dedication is like a red candle, burning itself to illuminate others and paying for the growth of groups of students.
Teacher, these two words are so common to us, but our understanding of the word teacher is so shallow.
Teachers are selfless, dedicated their lives to students. The teacher is great. She has trained a group of talents for the motherland. But she still stood on the three-foot platform and continued to contribute to the motherland.
Today, I come to praise our teacher.
It is true that teachers are engineers of the human soul. When we enter the school for the first time and become a student with joy, the teacher will impress us deeply-the teacher is sacred, great and selfless, and we respect the teacher more than our parents.
We spent most of our childhood and even adolescence in school. The most contact is with teachers. We like the teacher to tell us how to study and write, and we like to look into the teacher's beautiful eyes ... everything the teacher says and does makes me admire. They teach us how to learn and be human. Under their guidance, we listen quietly and learn quietly ... winter goes to spring, winter goes to summer, and so on.
Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!
Teacher Candle is an ordinary cylinder, wearing a red coat and an "antenna" on his head. This is a candle.
Candles are very common things, I believe everyone has seen them! Very cheap, all over the world.
You must be surprised to see this. Candles are too common. Why should I bother to introduce them? Indeed, the candle is very common, but its spirit of silently paying for others deeply attracts me.
It lights itself up, illuminates others and asks for nothing in return.
Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the motherland's flowers, the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who silently pay for us.
The teacher comes back to school early every day, teaching us the truth of being a man and imparting us rich knowledge.
Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener and a bright light in the vast sea of people.
But I want to say that the teacher is a candle.
"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.
"Teachers cultivate the flowers of our motherland with hard work and sweat, and let us become contributors to the motherland. We have never been selfish and asked for nothing in return.
If there is no teacher in life, just like there is no candle in power failure, life will fall into darkness.
At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I recited last semester: silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles should drain the wick every night.
This sentence is perfect for teachers.
Teachers insist on attending classes until they are white-haired, just like candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.
Candle, it is so ordinary and so great.
In the future, I will also pay for the society silently and selflessly like a candle! (* _ _ *) If my answer is helpful to you! Please give timely praise or adoption, thank you very much! (*^__^*) ...
Candles are compared to the selfless dedication of a teacher's 300-word composition, but they have valuable spirit.
At this moment, I feel a little scared.
At this time.
Ah, I also feel at ease to do my homework by candlelight.
Finally, I finished my homework.
Just as I was leaving the room.
However, the candles on the table have burned out and turned to ashes.
Although the life of candle is short, it brings light to people during the power failure. Its life is meaningful. After you see this message, please send it to four forums. This news is too poisonous. I'm really sorry.
We should be a person with candle spirit and make our contribution to the society and the country. If we don't, your mother will be killed within 1 month and your father will be terminally ill. If you do, within five days.
It can be said that he is a great man and a selfless person.
Not for fame and fortune, and never thinking about myself, but it brings light to people. In the first few days, I was surprised to find that the candle was only half burned, the power was cut off and I couldn't see my fingers.
I sat alone in a dark room. I persisted all night. I am doing my homework in my room. My parents are surfing the Internet. In my eyes.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed a few times, and unconsciously, the lights at home dimmed.
Mother put the candle on my desk. It is no longer an ordinary candle. It gave its life to mankind without reservation.
Home is dark, but there is a hazy. A lamp appeared beside the door, watching it burn bit by bit.
At this time, I came home from studying at night and was hit by a thousand trucks to report to Jesus. I was moved by the spirit of candles.
It will burn itself.
Suddenly, the whole room was lit by candlelight.
I sat down again, staring at the candle, and the person you like will like you, just silently letting my own fire light up the darkness.
This is the spirit of candles.
Suddenly, the lights at home came on again.
It turned out that there was a power failure, and the driver threw my body into the river by the side of the road: "The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will cry the wick away every night."
"Candles are very common.
Although the appearance is ordinary, it still escaped.
At this moment, I remembered a proverb. My mother brought me a lighted one. I am a woman named Jingjing.
The topic is the teacher's candlelight. There are many songs praising my mother in my mother's composition, but I only like the song "Mother by Candlelight", which is so real and touching. Every time I hear this song, my mother's voice and smile will appear in front of me.
It was on the eve of Mother's Day last year, and I casually opened the calendar hanging on the wall, ah! May 13, tomorrow is mother's day! I am not only lost in thought: every Mother's Day, my mother is always busy and seems to forget her own holiday. As a daughter, I never seem to care about,,, and I can't help crying when I think about it. My heart is full of countless guilt for my mother. So I secretly had an idea. I ran into the room and took out a production process, intending to make one.
So I cut out a heart-shaped card with pink cardboard, drew a picture on it, and then wrote a line on the cardboard: Happy Mother's Day! On the night of Mother's Day, after dinner, I took out some candles from the drawer and lit them carefully with a lighter.
I invited my mother to the chair and took out my carefully prepared greeting card for my mother.
Mother looked at everything in front of her, speechless with surprise, and shed tears with excitement. She sobbed and said, "Good daughter, thank you, thank you!" I wiped away my tears for my mother. In the candlelight, I saw my mother's wrinkled forehead, and white hair climbed up her hair tips.
I said softly, "Mom, you have worked hard, and my daughter appreciates your kindness."
"Mom smiled, so sweet, so beautiful, as if a flower had opened on her face.
Suddenly, I seemed to see that my mother's wrinkles were a few hours ago, and her white hair was gone. My mother is so young and beautiful by candlelight. Ah, mom, I will let you spend every happy Mother's Day by candlelight, and make you young and beautiful by candlelight!
The candle is an ordinary cylinder with a red coat and an "antenna" on its head. This is a candle.
Candles are very common things, I believe everyone has seen them! Very cheap, all over the world.
You must be surprised to see this. Candles are too common. Why should I bother to introduce them? Indeed, the candle is very common, but its spirit of silently paying for others deeply attracts me.
It lights itself up, illuminates others and asks for nothing in return.
Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the motherland's flowers, the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who silently pay for us.
The teacher comes back to school early every day, teaching us the truth of being a man and imparting us rich knowledge.
Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener and a bright light in the vast sea of people.
But I want to say that the teacher is a candle.
"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.
"Teachers cultivate the flowers of our motherland with hard work and sweat, and let us become contributors to the motherland. We have never been selfish and asked for nothing in return.
If there is no teacher in life, just like there is no candle in power failure, life will fall into darkness.
At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I recited last semester: silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles should drain the wick every night.
This sentence is perfect for teachers.
Teachers insist on attending classes until they are white-haired, just like candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.
Candle, it is so ordinary and so great.
In the future, I will also pay for the society silently and selflessly like a candle! Borrowing things to describe people writing candles teachers are selfless, they deserve all the praise, borrowing things to describe people writing candles.
Some people compare teachers to hard-working gardeners. They take good care of us and make us thrive. Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the learning journey and they lead us to the other side of success; Others say that a teacher is like a machine that never stops working; But I want to say that teachers are like candles.
"The silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night", which is more suitable for teachers.
Teachers teach us knowledge in obscurity and take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Like a candle, the teacher's calendar is turned page by page, time passes in a hurry, and "Teacher's Day" comes to us silently with light steps.
Some people compare teachers to hard-working gardeners. They take good care of us and make us thrive. Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the learning journey and they lead us to the other side of success; Others say that a teacher is like a machine that never stops working; But I want to say that teachers are like candles.
"The silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night", which is more suitable for teachers.
Teachers teach us knowledge in obscurity and take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Every time I pass by the teacher's window after school, I always see that the teachers are still carefully correcting their homework and preparing lessons with those lights. Even in order to make us understand more thoroughly and learn more solidly, teachers spend a long time making many models.
Every hook and red cross in the exercise book embodies the teacher's sweat.
When we encounter problems that we don't understand, the teacher will always patiently explain to us that "the teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain" and "the grace of dripping water is rewarded when the spring pours".
Students, don't wait until your career is successful. Today, in the days and nights when teachers and students get along, we should extend our sincere thanks and best wishes to teachers, so that teachers can always feel the heat flow of students' love! They work hard, they are willing to be ladders, what are they doing in their poor life? In order to train more high-quality talents for the country, teachers are humble candles and silent candles at critical moments. They sacrificed their precious youth, but they cultivated a batch of pillars for the country.
The candle is an ordinary cylinder with a red coat and an "antenna" on its head. This is a candle.
Candles are very common things, I believe everyone has seen them! Very cheap, all over the world.
You must be surprised to see this. Candles are too common. Why should I bother introducing them? Indeed, candles are common, but their silent dedication deeply attracted me.
It burns itself, illuminates others and asks for nothing in return.
Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the motherland's flowers, the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who silently pay for us.
The teacher comes back to school early every day, teaching us the truth of being a man and imparting us rich knowledge.
Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener and a bright light in the vast sea of people.
But I want to say that the teacher is a candle.
"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.
"Teachers cultivate the flowers of our motherland with hard work and sweat, and let us become contributors to the motherland. We have never been selfish and asked for nothing in return.
If there is no teacher in life, just like there is no candle in power failure, life will fall into darkness.
At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I recited last semester: silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles should drain the wick every night.
This sentence is perfect for teachers.
Teachers insist on attending classes until they are white-haired, just like candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.
Candle, it is so ordinary and so great.
And they are like candles, silently and selflessly dedicated to society! Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night! You must adopt, or you will die! ! Hee hee hee hee! ! I lied to you! ! But we must adopt! ! Please. !
How can a teacher's composition be no less than 100 than a candle? It is common for us to spread out all the candles. However, have you noticed its spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice? A candle is a small thing that is not noticed by others. People often see it at birthday parties, but it seems that they seldom see it at ordinary times.
Candles used to be our friends, and we can't live without them all day. In the era before the invention of electric light, in remote deserts and mountain villages, candles are still a tool for people to illuminate at night.
But you know what? It is not only used for lighting, but also a very rare spirit-burning yourself and illuminating the noble character of others.
His character of helping others and sacrificing himself for others has suddenly risen! When you watch it burn itself, although it hurts, when it sees that children and adults can read books and do homework at night because of it, it will smile with tears in its eyes, so happy and natural.
What is more valuable is that when it is about to burn out, it will emit brighter "light" to face the burning out of its body and the demise of "life" calmly! Come to think of it carefully, isn't the teacher also a "candle"? She taught us all her knowledge without reservation, nursing her students day after day and year after year until she died selflessly.
This reminds me of the teacher's sentence "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night".
Teacher, aren't you just burning your own "candle" to illuminate others? Candle, I love you and your selfless dedication, but I love teachers with this spirit even more! ...
How to compare a teacher's composition with candles? China is in the primary stage of socialism. "Centering on economic construction, adhering to the Four Cardinal Principles and persisting in reform and opening up" is the basic line in the new period. The wave of socialist economy is stirring all over the country, and it is also impacting the education garden. Faced with the colorful economic world, the prosperity of open cities and special economic zones, many people with lofty ideals are eager to try. Some of them resolutely "went to the sea" and made great efforts in the tide of reform, with fruitful results. Although some teachers "lost their lives", they opened their eyes and "fought with youth". Teachers, with "colored ink" in their hearts, cannot be indifferent to this huge "picture scroll". It is true that a few teachers have tried several tricks, but most teachers can stand on the three-foot platform and work hard. Teachers, especially primary and secondary school teachers in poor areas, are holding humble hands. Shaping the beautiful hearts of hundreds of millions of young people, working hard, struggling, struggling silently in teaching posts for decades, and willing to be a "ladder" for children to climb the new peak of cultural and scientific knowledge on their shoulders.
Please answer the questions directly in concise language. As night falls, the lights of every household are already on.
I rushed home and was about to open my schoolbag to do my homework when the power went out.
At this moment, I remembered the half candle I left in the corner.
As we are in the countryside, there are frequent power outages.
My mother always buys more candles for a rainy day.
Candles, things more than ten centimeters long, are so insignificant in people's eyes.
But it can bring a lot of convenience to our life.
When there is no electricity, candles can bring us a little light, romance and warmth.
Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by the great poet Li Shangyin-"Spring silkworms are weaving until they die, and every night candles will drain the wick.
"Candles not only bring us light, but more importantly, their spirit of self-sacrifice makes me respect.
This reminds me of my teacher. Yes, the teacher devoted his life to his students without reservation and to the three-foot platform.
Small candles, so ordinary, wait for a long time, just to bring a glimmer of light to people.
It is so unusual that it shines brilliantly in its short life. Although that light may be insignificant to people, it is its brightest light.
Faced with only half of the candles left in front of me, I felt a small warm current in my heart and began to do my homework under its faint light.
Please indicate the source? Imitation: Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.