Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty. In the journey of life, there are many people worthy of our gratitude. On the occasion of Teacher's Day, we should thank our teachers.
From babbling children to beginners, from eager students to young people flying high, from layman to expert, from human knotting notes to the advent of today's information age, the role of teachers has always run through the whole process of human civilization development. As we all know, the development of society depends on education, and the development of education depends on teachers. The teacher's silent cultivation has brought the vitality of human civilization.
Teacher's love is called teacher-student affection. This feeling is the most sacred and selfless feeling in the world. It is the teacher who teaches us when we are punished for our mistakes; When we are sweating when we encounter a difficult problem, it is the teacher who carefully explains it for us. A look of praise makes us extremely happy; A warm greeting makes us feel the second kind of affection. No matter what happens, you will face it with us. Teacher, in our eyes, you are amazing and great.
Young trees enjoy the sunshine, but they still know that in return, they will give the earth a piece of green; Crops enjoy care and know that the return will bring fruitful results to people. Teacher, we sincerely thank you for everything you have done for us! Gratitude is a person's innate nature, an indelible conscience, and a warm emotion that haunts everyone who never forgets the kindness of the teacher. Of course, gratitude is not only for repaying kindness, because some kindness can't be repaid, and some kindness can't be paid off at one time. Only by moving with the heart of a child, unforgettable, and always remembered, can you truly be worthy of the teacher who gave you kindness. In this golden autumn Teacher's Day, let's learn to be grateful to our teachers! Learn to be grateful, in order to polish the dusty heart without numbness, learn to be grateful, in order to never forget the little things you have to pay.
Another year, wild geese are singing all over the sky and reeds are flying; Another year of frost, wind, rain and snow, another year of peach and plum fragrance. Dear teacher, maybe you are still watching your old disciple running around in bright eyes. Maybe you are teaching your new disciple how to grow up with a loud voice. Appreciate the kindness of the teacher. No matter how many words, we can't express our respect for the teacher, nor can we express our deep love for the teacher. Then, let's say this with deep affection: Teacher, you will always be the most amiable and respectable person in our hearts!
My motherland in my heart
Drifting down along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside of "Kan Kan is good at acting" in the Book of Songs to the Chu-Han boundary of "Jin Goma Iron" in Historical Records; From Li Daoyuan's Notes on Water Classics to Su Dongpo's River of No Return, I saw the pulsating motherland on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Look at the motherland with high loess slopes; Look at the motherland with endless fireworks, Qian Fan is competing for the exotic and colorful, and there are hundreds of battles; Look at the motherland where the peaks leap, the plains rush and the long rivers lash.
Read the spirituality of Zhong Ding's childhood in Oracle Bone Inscriptions; On the Great Wall full of bonfires, read the heroic spirit of the motherland's youth; Read the maturity of the motherland in a land full of poetry and science. ...
I want to say it, but I don't want to. I saw the weakness of my motherland. On the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I feel that my motherland is a pool of blood. On the intrepid Zhiyuan ship in Deng Shichang, I feel that the motherland is a fire. But my motherland didn't sink. In the east of Asia, I rolled up mountains and seas with generous arms, held the descendants of the Chinese people in my arms, repaired the broken years with thatch and adobe, and fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and porridge. Dr. Sun Yat-sen began to plan the strategy of governing the country in the dark, and Mao Zedong supported the nation's flesh and blood on barren land; Deng Xiaoping, enlarge the pupil of vicissitudes of life, and guide the troubled motherland to magically walk through the century storm!
Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, crossing Hukou, crossing Kanto, taking the Three Gorges and heading for the sea. In Hexi Corridor and North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland and the transcendence of the motherland day and night like a swift horse; In the Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta, we can see the lofty motherland, and see the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity flashing day and night, like the Milky Way. ...
Give me the motherland of skin color, give me the motherland of wisdom and courage. Although in rural areas, there are still eager eyes of dropouts; Although there are still laid-off women workers in cities and towns who have no choice but to complain, I know that there will be more waves of reform, breaking the shackles of old concepts and old systems and welcoming the majestic sunrise of the new century!
This is a revolutionary motherland. This is a boiling and rising motherland; This is a thriving motherland. My words have become history, and my words can form a galaxy, but the most emotional sentence is-take off the motherland, the motherland is auspicious, and the motherland is auspicious.