Author: Qi Sumin
Xiangcheng county zhanbeixiang junior high school
Class 8 (3)
It is another summer, but we are no longer sitting in the classroom of Class 83.
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The annual Teacher's Day is coming. Facing the eagle flying in the sky in September, I am grateful for the harvest season in late autumn. I am willing to quietly open my emotional door every quiet night and regain those long-lasting memories in unforgettable days.
Looking back suddenly, the teacher's harsh criticism sounded in his ear, leading the young mind to chase and run on the bright road; The teacher's caring eyes wandered in front of him, encouraging and urging him to give him endless strength; The teacher's inculcation is like an implicit ballad, and dreams are released in euphemistic singing.
It's another year of school, and I don't suppress my nature because this is a new class, and there are new students I don't know, and I'm still chattering. But I can't be so presumptuous in class, so I turned my head and turned into a new plan-passing notes. This fine-eyed Chinese teacher is introducing herself on the podium, saying that her name is Li Mengpei, and she has been engaged in education for more than ten years ... Because my Chinese performance is not top-notch, her self-introduction is not very lively and interesting for me. I can't stand this temper, so I openly pass notes under her nose. When I was talking, I suddenly felt like a mountain. Looking up, I saw the Chinese teacher sitting on the podium stop and look at me with sharp eyes. At this moment, the eyes of the whole class are all on me, as if I were the focus of the class. My face turned red and white, and my head was too ashamed to lift. Shame is not enough to describe my embarrassment. Fortunately, she didn't make things difficult for me, just looked away and continued her long speech. Therefore, I thank her for her tolerance.
It's been a week since school started, and the Chinese book hasn't been distributed yet. As a last resort, Miss Li had to find us six poems to recite. Half an hour later, when the morning self-study ended, she patted the table to signal us to stop and said, "I've been reciting it for a while." I'll pick a few people to carry for me later. " All right, go on. "The teacher voice down, a sense of foreboding rises in my heart. Sure enough, the first lucky one was me. Since the last embarrassing incident, I have never been absent-minded in class. I just recited it slowly since I was a child. This time, I was unfamiliar with it for a short time. It's killing me! I dawdled towards the platform with my book in my hand. The teacher looked at me with a strong man's broken wrist expression and comforted me: "Nothing, believe in yourself! "May be this sentence works, back in the process of neither stuttering, no typo. The teacher frowned and smiled. " You can recite fluently and correctly. Why don't you believe in yourself? "? Come up and recite it for me when you have finished writing. "Since then, every time I finish reciting a book, I will take the initiative to find her back, and the speed of reciting is also advancing by leaps and bounds. So, I thank her for her encouragement.
In the first monthly exam, I lived up to expectations, and my Chinese score was the first in my class. I'm a little carried away, even unbelievable. After class, the teacher talked to me: "From your unsatisfactory math scores, you can see that you are not a particularly smart child;" But from your dense Chinese books, you can see that you are working hard. Good grades are the reward of your efforts. " Then, he added meaningfully: "But remember, pride makes people fall behind. "Suddenly a warm current flows from my heart all over my body, mainly to my eyes. I solemnly bowed to her and choked and said, "Thank you!" "Teacher Li's words have benefited me a lot. The score of the third monthly exam has set a new record, and I got the highest score in the whole grade-117. So, I thank her for teaching me.
Teacher, thank you for sprinkling thirsty us with sweat, spreading the sunshine of love with songs, and soothing our wandering souls with gentle hands. Thank you for guiding this ship full of hope and expectation with chalk as the pulp and thoughts as the sail, avoiding the same problems as that reef and reaching the temple of knowledge.
Looking back, we are filled with emotion. Thank you, the dearest teacher in life! In this unpretentious and intoxicating day, please listen to the whisper of autumn wind, and affectionate greetings convey the most sincere wishes from the heart!
Gratitude and cherish
Author: Zhang Peihao
Dongcheng district experimental school
Class 8 (2)
Gratitude is an eternal topic. Know how to be grateful,
Learn to cherish.
Grateful father,
You are like a mountain,
Silent for life,
Hold up a blue sky silently.
Grateful mother,
You are like a bright lamp,
Love is speechless,
Silently dispel the haze in my heart for me.
Grateful teacher,
You are like a piece of chalk,
Selfless dedication,
The philosophy that inspired my life.
Grateful friends,
You are like a glass of water,
Tasteless and tasteless,
Moisturize the body and mind.
Appreciate now,
Cherish today.
Unforgettable teacher's kindness
Author: Ma
Xuchang dongcheng district experimental middle school
Class 7 (1)
The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable, and there are thousands of peaches and plums in the world. After hard work and diligent education, Li taught in his heart.
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A teacher is like a gardener, cultivating the seedlings of the motherland regardless of hard work; A teacher is like a big tree, with deep roots in the soil and unyielding stems. Teachers are like an unknown candle, selfless dedication, burning themselves, illuminating others, and letting the light of knowledge shine on every student.
Teachers are not as famous at home and abroad as scientists, as eye-catching as movie stars, and as imposing as policemen. They are the most common, ordinary and simple, but they shoulder the heavy responsibility of cultivating the next generation of seedlings in the motherland, and their careers are the most glorious!
Before the first mid-term exam in grade seven, the teacher asked us to hurry up and recite history. I thought I had mastered it completely, so I absently flipped through it several times and didn't even review it for ten minutes before the exam. Finally, the consequences of not reviewing carefully came-the questions were basically the original questions I had done before, but I couldn't remember the correct answer anyway, so I had to scribble. I only got more than 70 points in the final exam. The teacher found me after knowing it and said meaningfully, "What happened this time? Everyone is at the same time, why don't you remember? Be sure to recite it next time! " I remembered the teacher's teaching, and since then, my history score has never been lower than 85 points.
Teacher, you gave us encouragement when we were confused; Tell us to be modest when we are proud; Forgive us when we make mistakes and teach us the right way. ...
"The kindness that is dripped by people should be repaid with spring water." We should thank our beloved teacher. Whenever I think of the teacher's encouragement and teaching, I will think of the song "Grateful Heart".
The teacher, "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will run out every night", dedicated everything to the cause of education, gave the deepest love to the students, and left it to himself, but it was the autumn frost on the temples. ...
Teacher, it is precisely because of your inculcation that the road of life can win again and again. Thank you teacher! You have worked hard!
Shi En, unforgettable.
Smiling is always a kind of care.
Author: Mars
Tutor: Zhang
Xuchang university affiliated middle school
Class 9 (8)
The first time I saw her, she stood in the opposite direction to the light. The afternoon is sunny and warm as spring, but no amount of light can make people ignore her ... She is wearing a bright yellow flowing dress, her hair is covered with waterfalls, her face is simple and elegant, and the glasses on her nose stand high, which has an obvious taste of books, especially her indifferent smile. She is deeply imprinted on my mind.
She is my junior high school Chinese teacher-Miss Zhang.
Her class is full of characteristics and vitality. She led us to sit on the time machine of books and swim in the ocean of literary classics. We saw the war in the Three Kingdoms period, and the soldiers bravely killed the enemy. I saw that during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, the soldiers did not flinch in the face of difficulties. We have also seen the bright future of the motherland's development ... our mood has been fluctuating, which makes us moved and sighed! Then, the teacher asked the preset questions and looked at the way we raised our hands, with a smile on our faces.
When I was in primary school, my Chinese performance was not excellent, my font was average, and my composition had no own characteristics-this was my evaluation by the primary school Chinese teacher.
In junior high school, I thought my Chinese would be as lifeless as ever, but I met her-Miss Zhang.
She has a pair of eyes that are good at finding advantages. She asked me to contribute with some students with good compositions. Although my expression was calm, my heart was actually choppy. To tell the truth, this is my first submission since I was a child. How can I not be nervous? I was very scared when I wrote it. I looked around and looked at other people's flowing words, and my eyes inadvertently flashed a trace of envy.
Just when I didn't know how to write, my eyes met a bunch of eyes. It's teacher Zhang. She seemed to see my anxiety and smiled at me. That smile, like a needle centering agent, gradually calmed my nervous mood.
I took a deep breath, paused, and then began to write. Sometimes I frown, my eyes are deep, and sometimes I am suddenly enlightened. I am burying my head in hard writing ... After a while, an article was published. I was afraid that I couldn't pass the exam. After careful consideration, I handed it in seriously.
Teacher Zhang picked up my composition, and at that moment, my breathing seemed to stop, my hands twisted uneasily at the corners of my clothes, and I swallowed nervously, expecting her evaluation of me. Finally, a gratified smile appeared on her white face, and I was relieved. The moment I turned my head, tears welled up in my eyes, which were tears of happiness. ...
Years are like feathers, from early spring to midsummer, and the third day is in a blink of an eye. Everything has changed a lot. Now, she has shoulder-length short hair, fresh and full of vitality ... the only constant is her affectionate smile.
My love for her is as eternal as her little smile.
Remember the teacher's kindness and thank him.
Author: Li Yuanjin
Tutor: Zhang
Xuchang university affiliated middle school
Class 9 (2)
Some people say that teachers are gardeners, cultivating the flowers of our motherland; It is also said that the teacher's candle illuminates our way forward; And I want to say that teachers are big trees, which provide support for our free growth. Yes, it is with teachers that we can make progress and become better.
As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. It is hard for us to repay the kindness of our teachers, and it is worth remembering all our lives.
Since ancient times, people who know how to be grateful will succeed. In his later years, Lu Xun recalled his childhood and what happened between him and Mr. Wu at school. His eyes were moist, and he said he would never forget it. Chairman Mao, the first generation leader of New China, became famous after him. He didn't forget his teacher, Mr Lao Xu. Chairman Mao said, "Without teachers' teaching and help, I wouldn't be today, and I will never forget them." It can be seen that those celebrities who have become famous will always remember the teachers' teaching regrets, and their gratitude to the teachers will always remain in their hearts and cannot be forgotten.
Speaking of teachers, I can't be calm for a long time. I also have such a responsible and good teacher. My head teacher, Miss Yin, is a beautiful, kind and responsible teacher. There are always different educational methods for different students. I am a student with poor self-discipline, and I still go my own way after being educated by my teacher. But Teacher Yin never gave up on me and patiently educated me. Until that time, when the eighth grade started, the teacher was ill and needed a week's rest, but Miss Yin missed us very much and gave us lessons after two days' rest. The teacher's haggard face deeply touched me. From then on, I made up my mind that I must study hard and get rid of my bad habits. During that time, I not only improved my classroom discipline, but also improved my academic performance. These progress can not be separated from the teacher's dedication to me, thanks to my teacher Yin.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry the wick. It does not use flowery words or touching syllables, but uses the most common horizontal, vertical, left and right to describe the greatest teacher. Finally, I use the simplest and most sincere feelings to say to my most beloved teacher: Teacher, you have worked hard!