I also have such a teacher. She is my Chinese teacher-Miss Liang. Miss Liang is beautiful, thin and tall, with a smile on her face. A pair of bright big eyes are full of expectations for our progress. There is a glib mouth under the straight bridge of the nose that gives us lectures every day, and there are two dimples next to it. If you don't laugh, you will, and a smile will be deeper. The most striking thing is that blonde curly hair looks more beautiful in the sun. The teacher often wears some makeup, which makes people feel that she is still a vibrant girl!
Teacher Liang wants to see our progress bit by bit. One morning in class, the teacher was carefully correcting homework on the podium. When she saw Wang Xiaolong's exercise book, she smiled with relief and praised him in class: "Yes, your handwriting has improved. I hope you will continue to work hard and make continuous progress in the future. " Hearing this, Wang Xiaolong obviously a little proud. The teacher is also very reasonable. At the sports meeting, a classmate cried sadly because he didn't make it to the final. When Mr. Liang saw it, he quickly comforted: "It's okay. As long as you try your best, the teacher will be satisfied. It doesn't matter if the ranking is not ranked. "
Teacher Liang is also a good class teacher. When the second day of junior high school just turned, our grades were different, just like a mess. The teacher spent a long time to improve our grades. However, due to the long lecture, the teacher's voice was hoarse, and the doctor told her to have a good rest and not to talk much. But Mr. Liang didn't follow the doctor's instructions and still came to the school to give us lessons. In the end, many things happen and the grades of our class have improved a lot. Teachers are not only responsible, but also take their own mistakes seriously. Once in class, while the teacher was reading the text, a classmate suddenly stood up and corrected a small mistake made by the teacher. Instead of being angry, the teacher said to him, "Thank you."
My teacher Liang is not like Mr. *, as long as we make mistakes, we will be "hit by the board". Teacher Liang often tells us, "You are all fifth-grade students, so be proud. I don't want to hurt your pride. I just hope that you can consciously treat learning. " I remember once, when a classmate didn't finish his homework, the teacher called him and said to him earnestly, "Learning is for yourself, not for others." You are not serious about yourself. What can the teacher do? " The teacher can only teach you how to learn, get your exercise book back and make up yesterday's homework. "The classmate bowed his head and returned to his seat without saying a word, and never made the same mistake again. How's it going? Is our teacher awesome? "Don't beat or scold the uniform" this classmate.
Oh, my dear teacher, she works meticulously and conscientiously; Kindness and concern for classmates. Do you think she can be a good teacher in my mind?
2. Poems about Teachers' Day: Hello, teacher. People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
Hello, teacher. My good teacher writes poems for reference only. You give flowers, I give flowers. Let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are an angel teacher. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums You are a candle, shining with faint candlelight. You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who worked hard to lead the ignorant into the spacious classroom and teach us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! Teacher, you have worked hard.
4. Poetry 120,' (Hello, teacher, silkworms in spring will spin to death, and candles will cry their wicks every night.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its heart is full of blood.
A gift from a paragraph is also my teacher.
It is better to be a teacher than to spit out all the threads in your heart and devote yourself to life. Yang Xiong
Saint impermanence teacher. -Han Yu
Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet. -Sima Guang
There is no ancient holy king who doesn't respect teachers. lv buwei
Teachers are the soul engineers of human beings. -Stalin
There is no teacher in the world, and the old road benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan
Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. -Cheng Yi
Once a teacher, always a father. -Guan Hanqing
Learning to get a teacher is expensive, but getting friends is also expensive. —— Tang Zhen
Learning is more important than respecting teachers. -Tan Sitong
Ancient scholars must have been strict with teachers before respecting them. —— Ouyang Xiu
Nothing is expensive, nothing is cheap, nothing is long, nothing is short, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. -Han Yu
There must be a teacher in a threesome; Choose the good and follow it, change the bad. -Confucius
People are not born to know, who can not be confused? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. -Han Yu
Everyone I meet is more or less my teacher, because I have learned from them. Emerson
Instead of looking for a confused tutor, it is better to go by yourself, which can save the effort of looking for it. He doesn't know anything anyway. -Lu Xun
A good student can find the teacher's mistakes, but keep silent with respect, because it is these mistakes that benefit him and set him on the road. -Turgenev
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Praise the teacher.
I remember your hands were covered with powder.
I remember your kind teaching.
I remember your new silver hair.
Because of you, many students can become talents.
Because of you, the world will be so civilized
Teacher, you are a bright light, looking for homes for children who have lost their way.
Teacher, you are the angel of September, and you will be dedicated to the teacher in September, and you will arrive as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession.
September is an emotional cup, and we hold it high with our hands.
With sincere wishes, please raise your glasses.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front.
Ode to teachers
Others get gold from life.
You can only get flowers.
Your gold is the morning sun.
Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth.
But you still whistle happily.
Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums
Poetry article celebrating Teachers' Day-Thank you for your hard work, teacher.
Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge?
It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others?
It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts.
Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers?
It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher!
People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness.
We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher!
That's all I can do, teacher.
Teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, while we are sucking the drizzle to grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest.
Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life;
Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life;
Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge!
Teachers are engineers of the human soul.
-Stalin
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
-Li Shangyin
The most glorious occupation under the sun
Engineers of the human soul;
Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
5. How to write the title "Good teacher" in the fields and valleys in September in Zhouji (poetry is also acceptable)?
Full of green leaves and fragrance
On the persimmon tree in September
Red lanterns are hung high.
In September, I hold flowers to bless you.
Hello, my dear teacher.
Teacher, you use burning enthusiasm
Light the torch of wisdom.
Teacher, you use the lamp under the window
It has created a batch of century talents who dare to innovate.
It also cultivated great men who pointed out the mountains and rivers, inspired words and reprimanded one side.
Teacher, you are selfless as a silkworm.
Weave the thread into a flying flag.
The dust whitened your sideburns.
The podium kept your figure.
Overlapping exercise books have opened countless squares for your youth.
Teacher, my dear good teacher.
Hard work has bent your back
When you can punish us, your hands become lighter.
And it will be warmer when caressing.
The pure blue sky in September
Teacher, my dear good teacher.
Let's keep warm with a warm flame.
Poor porch and shabby classroom.
Let's hold our heads high every day.
Soaring the world in the warm spring breeze.
Let life not be blank because of dreams and expectations.
6. Poetry recites "Hello Teacher" 400 words, hello teacher!
Do you remember? Six years ago, we snuggled up to our parents and walked into the campus with a longing for the school. We met you as soon as we entered the gate, so several immature mouths shouted in unison: "Hello, teacher!" " Since then, every morning and evening, I don't know how many times I have said this sentence.
Dear teacher, looking back on the course of six years, each of our achievements embodies your hard work and sweat; Every progress we have made is inseparable from your help and guidance. It is you who lead us to roam freely in the ocean of knowledge; It's you, join our "Young Eagle Holiday Team" activity; It's you, in order to guide our science and technology team to make small inventions, you used Sunday to go to the library to look up information ... working day and night, your forehead was covered with wrinkles; Chalk ash dyed your hair white. However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education; Nothing can change your forever young and creative heart. Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds. In our hearts, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean!
Hello, teacher!
Teacher, you are like that ever-burning lamp, igniting yourself and illuminating every student; Teacher, you are like a hardworking gardener, nurturing us and making us the pillars of our motherland. Teacher, you are the signpost of our life, guiding us to success; Teacher, you are the key to our wisdom and have taught us endless knowledge.
Hello, teacher!
Dear teacher, today, we want to send you a song, so that you can hear our voice when you have a rest; We will put a poem like fire under your pillow, so that you can feel our fiery heartbeat in your sleep.
Teacher, six years have passed, and our hearts are full of disappointment. Let's say goodbye to you at this moment: "Hello, teacher!" " "
7. Describe your teacher's poems and songs. Hello, teacher.
Singing: Tang Can
Teachers are the beacon of learning the sea.
The students are sailing.
You sail around the world.
Laugh at the upstream and downstream
Parity three-foot platform
Burn it all your life.
Light up students' wisdom and bright eyes
Ah! Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the warmest person in the world.
Alma mater is the cradle of talents.
The teacher is the hand that weaves the cradle.
You have woven a bright future.
Let peaches and plums bloom all over China.
Three-foot platform, clear wind and two sleeves
Burn it all your life.
Create a bright future for students
Ah! Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
Not enough shouting
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
Hello teacher, hello teacher.
You are the most romantic.
8. Write an essay about your good teacher. Spring silkworms weave until they die, and every night the candle tears run out. "This is the most appropriate description of the hard-working gardener of the motherland-the teacher, and it is also the truest portrayal of xu teacher. -inscription
Xu teacher, my junior high school class teacher, is a kind, careful and responsible person. She treats her students with all her heart, treating every student as her own relatives; Treat work with enthusiasm, full of * * *.
I remember that when I first entered junior high school, the school held a welcome party for new students, which was dissolved in order after the meeting. But because of long inactivity, my legs are numb. I tried to stand up, but it ended in failure. Close contact with the earth was imminent, and xu teacher firmly grasped me. She helped me * * *, dredge the blood, while comforting me and reassuring me. The sun shone behind her, and I seemed to see a smiling angel. Since then, I have remembered a kind teacher like my sister.
In the second day of junior high school, I finally looked forward to the opportunity to go to Fangzi for social practice. Unfortunately, I caught a cold and even lost my voice. After xu teacher found out, he bought a big watermelon and sent it to my dormitory, and told me to drink more water, eat more and have more rest. From then on, I remembered a teacher who was as careful as a loving mother.
More than a month before the college entrance examination, my academic performance plummeted. Xu teacher's eyes were full of anxiety. She talked to me many times and often asked me about my study. My history is not very good, so xu teacher often asks me to answer questions in history class, and I will be punished if I can't answer them. From then on, I remembered a teacher as strict as strict father.
During military training, she will help me wipe the sweat on my forehead; When it rains, she will remind me to bring rain gear; When the temperature drops, she will remind me to wear more clothes; In the cold winter, she will give me hot eggs to warm my hands; When I am slack in my study, she will urge me; When I feel confused, she will guide me in the right direction.
Her love for me, like a spring rain, sent me the power to rush out of the soil; Like a bright light in the dark, it shows me the way; Like a touch of sunshine in the cold winter, it brings me warmth. Here, I want to say a word to xu teacher: xu teacher, I love you!
9. It is better to describe the teacher's composition with more poems. A summer vacation passed quickly and we entered a new school year. At the same time, we also ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. What we have learned is inseparable from the teacher's teaching, which embodies the teacher's hard work. The teacher is like a hard gardener, watering us with his hard work. In order to grow up and learn more knowledge, the teacher doesn't know how much sweat he has paid. But they don't want anything in return. Every exercise book we do, the teacher is very serious and corrects it carefully, and prepares lessons late at night. There is a poem that is well written: "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night." Teachers are like spring silkworms, they only serve others, ask for nothing in return, never complain, and never serve others seriously. Isn't this selfless dedication worthy of admiration, even though you have it? Although your academic performance is good, the teacher will not be partial to you and protect you, but will be strict with you in all aspects. I hope you can wake up by going up a flight of stairs. The teacher is full of love and treats every student equally. Now that Teacher's Day is coming, what gifts should we give our teachers? Our best gift to teachers is our progress. Only in this way can the teacher feel gratified. In this golden September, let's offer our most sincere wishes to the teachers! September 10 teacher's day for holy messengers is coming. At this moment, there are countless words in my heart that I want to talk to my teacher ... I remember when my parents took my little hand and stepped into the classroom door for the first time, I felt so nervous that my heart seemed to jump out of my body. However, seeing the kind eyes of the teacher, my heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The teacher extended a loving hand to me, and I used timidity. But the teacher looked at me, and his bright eyes seemed to burn and sparkle. So, I slowly extended my trembling hand to the teacher's. In this way, my study career began. In the past six years, my teacher has given me meticulous care: when I was sick, my teacher took care of me as carefully as my mother; During the break, the teacher plays with us like friends; When I got good grades, the teacher didn't send me congratulations, but sounded the alarm for me. When I failed, felt sad and lost confidence, the teacher came to my side, gently pressed those warm hands on my head and told me ancient stories, which helped me regain my courage, confidence and move on. In this way, I thrive under the care of my teacher and roam freely in the ocean of knowledge. Finally, a teacher is like this hardworking silkworm. She taught us all her knowledge at the expense of herself. People compare teachers to hardworking gardeners and burning candles. This is absolutely correct. Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate flowers and place their hopes on the future of the motherland. Like a burning candle, it paved a golden road for me with its own light and heat! I praise the teacher, praise the teacher's fearless and selfless dedication. Teachers are sacred and beautiful messengers in the world! In the galaxy with deep memory, the most impressive thing is the teacher. Father's love is like a mountain, while teacher's love is like running water. It melts into streams and rivers, nourishing the land full of hope, and then slowly dries up, reflecting colorful flowers on their faces. Without modification, the teacher is profound and needs no explanation, so it becomes an indelible heart. In the hot summer, where time stays, the teacher's footprints are printed. Time flies, the former teacher is no longer in his prime, and his forehead is deeply wrinkled by years. The youth contributed by teachers has become an unforgettable memory for me. Under the starry sky in summer, when you look far away, is the brightest star your teacher when you come to the podium for success in the future? Under your education, the flowers bloom so proudly and Kunpeng flies so fiercely! Behind happiness, you bury yourself in layers of dead leaves. Sprinkle a deep affection in my heart and dedicate it to you, my teacher. Teacher's eyes: My class teacher, Mr. Xie, has a pair of ordinary eyes, which are small, not beautiful or bright, and are hidden under those thick glasses. These ordinary eyes often twinkle in funeral march. In that class, I played tricks with my deskmate. Until those sharp eyes stared at me, the dazzling sun shone on the thick lenses. Although I couldn't see the eyes behind the camera clearly, I obviously felt fear and couldn't help shivering, but the teacher's eyes only stayed on me for a few seconds and then moved away. I didn't notice the teacher's expression at all. From then on, I didn't dare to make any small moves, because I was afraid ... I fell out of Sun Shan in the final exam, and my sense of anonymity continued. Tears of regret swirled in my eyes, but I held back. I didn't look the teacher in the eye as before, because I was afraid. But just as I turned around, the teacher said, "Xu Qiong, you have to stand up again!" " "I turned around, facing the teacher's calm eyes, and slowly turned around. Two lines of tears immediately ran down my cheeks. This time I am no longer afraid, but a deep gratitude. Although the teacher's eyes are ordinary, I have read a lot from them ... The interpretation of a sentence is at least influenced by the teacher, and I have grown up slowly. The first Chinese characters I met and the first composition I learned all outlined the teacher's seriousness. Writing has become my heart disease. What I make are all vulgar "junk works", which are very boring. Once, as usual, my composition was unremarkable, but after the composition book was sent out, I opened it and saw a bright red comment: "You are great, you write well, keep working hard." A short sentence suddenly made me feel refreshed and in full swing. I also write very carefully. There are many teachers' comments in the composition book and diary to the point, encouraging me to make progress. Bright red comments and teachers' enthusiasm encouraged me to write more.
10. How to write a good composition "Hello Teacher" In this fruitful autumn, we have ushered in the 23rd Teachers' Day. When it comes, we sincerely wish all the teachers in the world a happy holiday and happiness. We hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the slight frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!
Being a teacher is an arduous task and a hard job. A teacher is like a red candle. Although the burning of red candle is short-lived, teachers can burn themselves to illuminate others' hearts forever, and it will last forever!
Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. What you have done proves to us that learning is happy, a key to the treasure house of wisdom and a road to a brilliant life!
Thank you for always encouraging us. You always pay close attention to us when we try. Even if we fail, you won't laugh at us. When we make some achievements, you will encourage us and lay a good foundation for our enterprising spirit. Every problem, discovery and experience you lead us through fascinates us, allowing us to see the flash of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.
Thank you for correcting our homework, for how much sweat you shed between our lines with blue ink, and how much effort you have shed between our lines with blue ink! When I see the corrected homework, I will think of you correcting homework in dim light!
Time flies and the sun flies. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and your habits have not changed: in the morning, when the sky in your hometown is stained with the first line of rosy clouds, your figure has appeared on the campus forever; In the middle of the night, when the last insect sound stops in the grass in my hometown, your figure is accompanied by a faint light. Day after day, year after year, your wrinkles stretch and your temples are frosted, but your hearts are still so young and lively, never tired, and set sail.
Red candle, your flickering candle is as swaying as your tired and thin body, but you are so firm in the eyes of students; Your tears have wetted your clothes. Do you know that in the eyes of students, it casts the most perfect sculpture under your feet?
Dear teachers, although your light and heat are limited, it is your limited light and heat that fuse together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's soaring!
Thank you-teacher, thank you!