Comfort gives people unlimited motivation. Every inheritance and innovation of students is ignited by it. Without it, we will grope in the dark, advance in ignorance, and we will struggle.
You are the pilot Haiyan, leading us to our destination. You are always on high alert to prevent our course from deviating, correct our indulgence like strict father, and take care of every fall like a loving mother. Please tell us clearly where there are edible foods, which are inedible poisons, where there are strong winds to avoid, and where there are places where heavy rains must pass. Because of your guidance, we swim fearlessly in the boundless ocean and fly over the mountains in the clouds. As a result, we have grown up and become qualified people in all walks of life, even leaders. Some people become another group of pilot petrels.
You are an excellent craftsman, carving all the statues eclectically. What you carved is not only our rich knowledge, but also the character of our founder. You are the most diligent craftsman in the world: a word, a formula, a truth, tireless, meticulous and obscure. He is more careful and clever than Rodin in his work. Every truth and phenomenon in the world, everyone's character and personality, are initially through your hardworking hands. So it is no exaggeration to say that you have shaped the world.
You are the rooster who announces the dawn and always inspires us to get up early. Time is short and the road is long. Only those who smell chickens dancing can achieve something. Your voice lets us know that we are determined to work hard and we will not be lazy. A new day begins with the crow of a rooster, which gives us endless motivation, a sense of time and the efficiency of our life.
You are a first-class actor, and the three-foot platform is where you play. Even if there are no neon lights and lifelike props, you are still passionate, talking about ancient and modern times and skillfully playing with an inch of chalk. Your affectionate voice spreads the warmth of love and pours the showers of wisdom; You write on the blackboard like a horse, showing the idea of turning the stone into gold everywhere.
"Those who drink its flow, have its source, and learn it." The teacher will always be the object of our reverence and the benefactor we need to thank.
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Speaking of the word "thank you teacher", I think of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "The stars twinkle quietly in the middle of the night, and the teacher's room is lit all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, every time I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart ... "
Speaking of the word "thank you teacher", I think of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "There are stars in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is lit all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, whenever I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart ... "Without sunshine, there would be no growth of everything; Without rain and dew, there is no fragrance of flowers; Without parents, there is no life; But without the teacher's teaching, there will be no progress and growth, so I want to thank my teachers. Teacher, I thank you! You burned yourself silently with a candle, and pointed out the direction for us in the vast ocean of knowledge. Thank you, teacher. You are like a grass, unpretentious and silently dedicated. Thank you, teacher. You are like the sun, making every seed sprout its own life. Thank you, teacher. You are like the earth, which makes every hope bear rich fruits. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a mulberry tree. Silent dedication, if there is no mulberry character, where will there be the spirit of spring silkworm? Teacher, I thank you! You are like a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland and making them thrive. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a street lamp, shining on us. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a boatman, pulling us across the rapids. Teacher, I thank you. Your gentle language, like a fire, like a drizzle, permeates my heart and moistens my soul. Teacher, I thank you. You are like the sea. We are a small fish. She massaged us with small waves and let us grow up in this ocean of knowledge.
The teacher is you, who has turned us from an ignorant child into an all-round student. How much effort and sweat the teacher has paid here! Without you, we wouldn't have made progress. Teacher, you have given us knowledge, strength and courage to overcome, and let us go forward bravely. Teacher, we will always thank you.
Teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, your selflessness and everything you have done for us.
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Thank you, teacher. The title of teacher is full of respect and makes people feel so kind. Some people compare teachers to "engineers of the human soul" and "the noblest profession under the sun"; Some people compare teachers to "spring silkworms", "candles", "cultivators", "sowers" and "gardeners". But I always feel that teachers' love for students cannot be deeply reflected. Teacher's love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
In our class, in the fourth grade, Mr. Chen in his fifties took over. At first, because every student in the class has different basic knowledge, study habits and attitude, and their grades are different, the learning atmosphere is worse than other classes. Teacher Chen racked his brains every day to fill the gaps left for us. Even at noon and after school, they make up lessons for us.
In order to improve our writing level, the teacher took pains to describe the writing steps, key contents, good words and sentences in detail in the composition class. In order to deepen our impression of the writing content, we will also invite white rabbits and other objects into the classroom to expand our imagination in the form of sketches. In this way, although writing a composition in the past was only a few words, it was not like appearance, but through the guidance of teachers, it was possible to write a decent article. The teacher will also ask us to send some compositions to her mailbox, have a rest, revise the compositions and give us specific guidance. Two semesters have passed, and the discipline in our class is getting better and better, and the students' grades are getting better and better. Especially me, I am most afraid of writing. Now I can finally write some achievements. He won the certificate of the school composition competition three times, and one contribution was published in the small reporter column of Cixi Daily. This small progress embodies the teacher's hard work.
It's a holiday, and the teacher's concern for students is not a holiday. She set a time to chat with students through QQ. Keep abreast of our life and study, and ask us if there are any questions about our homework ... Teachers care more about us than their parents.
When I was sick, my teacher took care of me and took care of me more like my mother. Once, I had a stomachache, but I don't know why, I thought it was a stomachache. The teacher asked me carefully where it hurts. How painful is it? Then I was given biscuits and hot water, which really eliminated the feeling of pain.
Teacher's love touched a lifetime; The teacher's teaching will benefit you for life. It is the source of vitality and the force of life on our life path. I can only say it again: thank you! Teacher! In the future, whether I become a tree or a low shrub, I will bless you with the green of life! Salute! Our teacher!
Thanks to the teacher's love. Speaking of the word "thank you teacher", I think of the song "Whenever I walk past the teacher's window". "The stars twinkle quietly in the middle of the night, and the teacher's room is lit all night. Every time I walk past your window, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, every time I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart ... "
Without sunshine, there would be no growth of everything; Without rain and dew, there is no fragrance of flowers; Without parents, there is no life; But without the teacher's teaching, there will be no progress and growth, so I want to thank my teachers.
Teacher, I thank you! You burned yourself silently with a candle, and pointed out the direction for us in the vast ocean of knowledge. Thank you, teacher. You are like a grass, unpretentious and silently dedicated. Thank you, teacher. You are like the sun, making every seed sprout its own life. Thank you, teacher. You are like the earth, which makes every hope bear rich fruits. Teacher, I thank you! You are like a mulberry tree. Silent dedication, if there is no mulberry character, where will there be the spirit of spring silkworm? Teacher, I thank you! You are like a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland and making them thrive. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a street lamp, shining on us. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a boatman, pulling us across the rapids. Teacher, I thank you. Your gentle language, like a fire, like a drizzle, permeates my heart and moistens my soul. Teacher, I thank you. You are like the sea. We are a small fish. She massaged us with small waves and let us grow up in this ocean of knowledge.
The teacher is you, who has turned us from an ignorant child into an all-round student. How much effort and sweat the teacher has paid here! Without you, we wouldn't have made progress. Teacher, you have given us knowledge, strength and courage to overcome, and let us go forward bravely. Teacher, we will always thank you.
Teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, your selflessness and everything you have done for us.
I want to thank my mother, because she has gone through hardships to bring me into this world; I want to thank my father, because he is a veritable "god of humor" and has brought me countless joys; I want to thank my classmates, because they have brought me great help; I want to ... but I want to thank Mr. Wen, the Chinese teacher who once taught me in grade five. I can never count on the teacher's care and help. ...
I remember that I was just in the fifth grade and was still a timid girl. I can't talk happily with my classmates like others. Until I met Mr. Wen, my blood boiled like the waves of the sea. Maybe the teacher's face is amiable, or maybe the teacher's lectures are lively. I suddenly want to raise my hand and speak freely. Desire knocked down fear, and I spoke vividly and concretely, winning applause from my classmates. After the teacher told me to sit down, he kindly asked me, "What's your name?" My face turned red at once, but my heart flew to the sky happily: because the teacher asked my name, it showed that I had a good impression! Finally, I think: since you are a teacher, you should treat it as a family! So I said loudly, "Rui Yan!"
In the exercise book, the first comment that the teacher gave me was: Yan Yi, your foundation is very solid, and the teacher remembers it! I think: teacher, I love you! My father also kindly called me: "Yan Yi!" Now, when you call me that, I suddenly feel a warm current coming towards me. ...
However, the teacher also criticized me. Because my handwriting has regressed, the teacher asked me, "Am I not good at teaching?" I quickly shook my head and said, "No, it's not! I can hear everything you say! " "That's your problem!" The teacher frowned at once and said. I am speechless. "Be serious and concentrate!" The teacher said. I said, "Oh!" After leaving the office, I really want to cry, because as a good student, I shouldn't be called to the office by the teacher to criticize. However, I think: I always just care. Isn't it good for me to say a few words to me? Why should I cry! I should be happy! At this time, the tears seemed to recede, and I returned to the classroom happily.
After the final exam, I was surprised to find that my Chinese got 96.5 points! Seeing this high score, I am 100% satisfied with myself! But the teacher said, "Do you want to hit you four times? That's why you got such a low score!" "I'm a monk and I'm confused. When I got home, I told my father about it, and my father said, "Yes! It was right to hit you. Why are you content with the status quo? If you are never satisfied, only in this way can you climb higher! " It suddenly dawned on me that the teacher was really well-intentioned!
Ah! Teacher, your love is like water, plain as water, and indispensable! Do you know that?/You know what? How I want to gently take off a piece of sky, but it is so far away, how can it be better than yours; I want to gently tear off a cloud, but how can the cloud compare with your purity; I want to pick a flower gently, but how can it compare with the colorful life you decorated for me? Finally, I want to say: "Thank you, teacher!" "
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There are tears for the teacher.
May 12, heavy black. But even in the dark, there is a little candlelight, weak but clear, which makes people look up. People in the dark are moving forward in such a hurry.
Yuan Wenting, 26, is a primary school teacher at the Democracy Center in Shigu Town, shifang city. When the earthquake happened, all the children in the classroom were scared out of their wits. Beautiful and emaciated, Yuan Wenting carried her students from the third floor to the first floor again and again. When she rushed to the third floor for the last time, the building collapsed completely. Afterwards, my former secret admirer posted a post about the memory of this "cold beauty": I only hate that I don't have the courage to say a word to you. ...
Gou Xiaochao, a graduate of Southwest University, came to Yonganba Village Primary School in Hongkou Town, Tongjiang County to teach with the first place in the county public examination. He is 24 years old. On may 12, when he rushed to the top floor for the third time to save the children in the class, a beam of the teaching building fell. Afterwards, many people knew that it was also his first day at work after the wedding.
Qu Wanrong, a 2 1 year-old teacher of Huanhuan Kindergarten in Zundao Town, Mianzhu City, firmly blocked a collapsed concrete slab with her back and saved the child. The child's mother knelt in front of the ruins and cried "Teacher Qu": Bon voyage. Wang, aged 27, is a second-grade teacher of Hongbai Town Central Primary School in shifang city, and 26-year-old is a first-grade teacher of Hongbai Town Central Primary School. Each of them died after saving more than 10 children. Yan Rong, a fourth-grade teacher of Yingxiu Primary School in Wenchuan County, rescued 13 children, and all the teaching buildings collapsed. And her daughter Wen Xin, only 1 year and a half, has become an orphan. ...
The last thing I wanted to see was their sacrifice. "If you don't save the child, you will never die." The survivors cried over and over again. But this "if" is a shame for Yuan Wenting and Gou Xiaochao. Therefore, their sacrifice implies a kind of inevitability-the more responsible teachers are, the closer they are to death when there is an irresistible disaster.
Long song was crying. In the heavy rain in early summer, their bodies turned into a long cold zone. Their QQ avatars will never shine again. Their only gain is a few lines of tears that they still don't know how to control. The author unexpectedly found that many young teachers died in the Wenchuan earthquake, and most of them were the ruthless "post-80 s" who were often criticized by public opinion-in the early summer season, at the early summer age.
The lack of teachers' morality seems to be a false proposition. Just immersed in the utilitarian world of "educational sale theory", temporarily dormant. Its soul has been wandering in the sky, like an ancient craftsman, standing on the cross section of sunlight and shadow, becoming a fence of light. In the afternoon of the animal husbandry god, the cheerful wheat fields belong to the children, and the haze cannot be coveted. In the most difficult time, it burns most heroically.
Life is the most precious thing in the world. Who gave his life to others and turned himself into a handful of loess? The rescued child will always remember in his tender heart that there is a place outside the world called heaven-where the noble life that makes people cry is no longer as short as fireworks. The rescued child has a tighter grip. In countless kind voyages, we will never forget Mr. Yuan Wenting and Mr. Gou Xiaochao.
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!
Your lectures are colorful,
Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.
Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener.
My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love. ...
Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
Your lecture is so colorful that every chapter seems to open a window in front of me.
Let me see a beautiful new world. ...
Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!
Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?
Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!
Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.
Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!
Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, making small trees thrive.
And fill the branches with rich fruits, but ask for no reward.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day;
You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest;
You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.
When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water.
And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people.
The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, nourishing with painstaking efforts,
This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland;
You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;
You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
There are countless proud and happy memories of your teaching career.
But you keep them in your heart and stare at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea.
And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts;
Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.
You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.
Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.
Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end;
Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard?
It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener!
Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!
I'm too religious to look for words,
Because the word "teacher" itself is the highest respect in the world.
I am a green tree, bathed in the sunshine of wisdom,
Thrive in the soil of your knowledge.
The deep feelings of the sky and the earth are engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
Teacher, do you remember me? That naughty and ignorant child.
When you receive this card, you will think that I have come to your side again.
Your teaching is the brilliant sunshine shining in my heart, which makes my youth bloom.
Teacher, you inspired me and made me really understand the elegance of nature.
From then on, I understood every green leaf, every colorful cloud and every spray.
Dear teacher, snow is your symbol;
I wish you a happy new year and good luck every year!
Teaching is like a spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
We like you, young teacher;
You are as handsome as spruce and as deep as blue sky;
You are very knowledgeable and have a tolerant heart.
Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, peaches and plums are fragrant and enjoyable.
Bless you and have a happy holiday!
After parting, your voice will always echo in my ears for a long time;
Your figure often appears in my mind; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
I wish you peace and success on this day that belongs to you!
I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher.
In your festival, your students wish you eternal youth!
The teacher scooped up the water from Tianchi Lake and sprinkled it on the ground to cultivate new seedlings.
Dear teacher, your teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart.
Sincerely bless you: Ankang, Ruyi!
You gave me the real meaning of life as bright as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer!
The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal;
Your name will be engraved in our hearts forever!
Everything in the past will become a kind memory, and everything that has passed away will know its value-I miss the few minutes you took us through.
Today, in a distant place, your students folded the yesterday you gave them into a boat of memory and let it float in the lake of missing. ...
Your inculcation is a clear spring of love, which will flow in the riverbed of my heart forever. ...
The sun shines, and the gardener is full of spring;
Rain moistens, peaches and plums are tender and red.
Wish you a happy holiday!
In the near future, whether I become a tall poplar or a low grass,
Teacher, I will pay tribute to you with the green of life!
May cheerful songs haunt you all the time;
May happy years be with you forever. Wish you a happy holiday!
Teacher, we sincerely wish,
Like the green on the old tree, it is thick and dense, and it increases with the years!
All thoughts are mixed with endless gratitude and admiration.
May your festival be full of light and peace!
When we picked the harvest fruit, you left yourself with white hair dyed with chalk dust.
Salute to you, dear teacher!
I want to look into your eyes again, listen to your lecture again, and shake your hand.
Thank you sincerely, sincerely.
Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart.
When you open this little card, may your happiness and wishes be satisfied at the same time!
May the teacher, like the high sun, give us warmth, so we love you;
Teachers, like the raging sea, give us enthusiasm, and we respect you for it;
Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, left us their own fruits, and we respect you for this;
Teachers, like loyal scalpers, give us their labor and we will serve you!