A grass blooms gorgeous flowers because of its gratitude for the spring rain; Sweet fruit seedlings; A bird thanks the sky, so it has wings to fly. A heart grateful for love and sunshine will have a brilliant light like a diamond.
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The teacher is our guide on the road to growth. We should be grateful to our teachers, just as grass is grateful to the vast land. It is they who inspire us with their pure and selfless dedication, comfort and encourage us again and again, and let us go from an ignorant teenager to this moment and start weaving our bright future.
Teachers are the architects of the human soul. We should thank the teacher, who tirelessly teaches us to be deeply surrounded and nourished by love all the time, and to be irradiated by the warmth of love all the time. Shouldn't we be grateful?
Teachers are the most sacred profession in the world. The teacher gave birth to the most beautiful flowers in the sun, sheltered us from the wind and rain, gave us a sea full of love and gave us a fragrant and happy life. Yes, we should thank them.
Teachers are our safe haven in times of crisis. Teachers block difficulties and frustrations for us, and they are indispensable companions in our life.
With a teacher, winter will not be cold, and nights will not be long. Happiness will always accompany you.
Therefore, we should thank those who have helped us. He is our teacher. So be grateful to the teacher.
Thanksgiving teacher (2):
"Teacher" is a mysterious and kind name. It is said that children are flowers or seedlings. That teacher is a gardener. With sweat and diligence, she insisted on letting the flowers bloom and the seedlings grow sturdily.
Teacher's hand is our cradle, teacher's language gives us knowledge, and teacher's eyes give us encouragement. I remember once in the first grade. At that time, I was timid and never dared to speak loudly, let alone raise my hand. But that class changed me. Ding! The bell rang, and Mr. Wu came in with a book and started the class. This is the fifth lesson in heaven. I previewed this lesson for a whole night. I know all the information the teacher said, and I can answer all the questions the teacher asked. But I dare not raise my hand. I am ambivalent in my heart. When Mr. Wu asked questions, no one answered in the classroom. In fact, this question is very simple. I asked myself if I should raise my hand. My hands are as heavy as lead and I can't lift them. I thought: What should I do? I will answer this question, but I dare not raise my hand. What should I do? The teacher's eyes scanned the class. She seems to have read my mind. Yes, "Ye Huiqing, you answer." I stood up slowly and said hesitantly, "Yes. . . I think so. . "I speak incoherently. I looked up and saw the teacher's deep eyes, as if to say to me, "Don't be afraid, just say what you want. Learning is a game for the brave. You should learn to be brave. I seem to be a little confident. I answered the question softly, and the answer was correct and fluent. There was thunderous applause at the bottom, and I became more confident, from raising my hand once to the second and third time. . . The answer is getting louder and louder, and the voice is getting clearer and clearer. I gradually became confident, but it was inseparable from the applause of my classmates and the encouragement of my teachers.
I thank my teachers and classmates. I will always remember the teacher's eyes. I want to say "thank you, teacher" to you there.