Let a bunch of innocent hooligans,

Into the rich and colorful sea of knowledge,

Travel and fight?

Oh! It's you, teacher.

You feed the maple tree with hard sweat like water and ice.

Seedlings that have just broken ground in spring,

Grow sturdily day by day.

On the road of right and wrong,

You remember the key to the door of truth,

It gives us wings to know the truth.

Who is it-

For the next generation of the motherland,

Dedicated his youth?

Oh! It's you, teacher.

Your words and deeds guide us forward,

In exchange for wrinkles and pale hair.

You paid the price of your life for us,

Like a burning candle that illuminates others.

Ah! Teacher-I thank you,

We will always remember your teachings.

It is you who let us go to the glory of the world.

Ah! Teacher-

A thousand words are speechless,

Gratitude is hard to express,

Just say-thank you, teacher!

In the morning, the sunrise scattered from the sky to the earth, but there was a corner where the color was more dazzling than the sunshine, a beautiful wild rose. . . . . .

-Inscription

I sat on a bench in the garden, and my heart was full of waves. The window of the soul gradually closes, allowing darkness to fill the whole mind. Bow your head, your mind is full of signs of failure after repeated efforts.

"Don't give up!" A voice suddenly floated in the air. Shocked, standing, looking for, but not a figure. Inadvertently turned around and saw it, a wild rose. I squatted down and held it in my hand. Suddenly, I saw a series of scars on its petals. Obviously, someone scratched it on purpose. I looked at this rose with almost no blood, and suddenly I was a little contemptuous.

It's just a wild rose in trouble like me. Perhaps, under the night sky tonight, it will wither and wither.

The breeze blew it from side to side, as if shaking his head and saying to me, "You are wrong. I will never wither tonight." I snorted softly and left.

This night, it was stormy. I leaned against the window and smiled strangely. When I opened the window, the wind immediately blew the paper on the table all over the room, and the rain rushed in desperately and wet the floor.

Wild roses. . . . . .

Sunrise rises again and I walk to the garden. Rose, that wild rose must have withered. The beauty of yesterday will wither today.

However, when I saw it, my body was shocked, my mind went blank and the world suddenly became quiet.

It, the rose, stands proudly, although a little tired, but still stands there. I suddenly salute it: its perseverance is so firm that it can freeze time, stop the flow of the river and make the sunshine lose its luster.

And don't I just lack this unshakable perseverance? Instantly, like a ray of light, I drove away the darkness in my heart and devoted myself to that persistence.

Still sitting on this bench, just after a day, two hearts are different. I turned to the wild rose and said, "Thank you."

In that corner, a rose is swaying in the wind.

Dear Xiang teacher:

Hello! How time flies! In a blink of an eye, we are about to become sixth-grade pupils and primary school graduates. I want to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt thanks to you!

Every time I hold an excellent test paper in my hand, my heart is full of infinite gratitude to you. I know that this excellent achievement is full of your hard work and sweat!

Dear teacher, I really don't like it every time I see you getting older. I thought: You have done so much for us. If we don't study hard, can we? In the morning, when the sun just rises, you come to school early and work for us; In the evening, the sunset has erased the last ray of glory, but you have not left the school gate. Teacher Xiang, how much your family wants you to go home early! I remember last year, on the eve of the final exam, you were forced to go to Wuhan for treatment because of life-threatening hypertension. When you arrived in Wuhan, you didn't rest assured to recuperate, but called Mr. Wang from Class 6 (3) to take our place. Xiang teacher! You almost exhausted all your efforts for us!

Xiang teacher! A short letter can't express my heart! I can't finish my heart. Thank you, teacher, for your hard work!

Wish you all the best.

Physical and mental health! All the best!

Your students: * * *

July 7(th), 2003

The second article

Let happiness fill every day.

Bi Tengfei, Class 6, Grade 6, Experimental Primary School, Changqing District, Shandong Province

Everyone has his own mood, including joy, worry, sadness, trouble and mixed feelings. If you ask me about my mood, of course, I am very happy every day.

On the way to school, I had a pleasant journey. Good things have jumped on me. Can this happy event bought with sweat not make me happy?

A few weeks before the start of school, the teacher gave us a new assignment, that is, let us design an assignment ourselves with unlimited content and give full play to our imagination. We can also design some patterns and lace for our homework to make it more colorful and touching.

I am very interested in this homework and my painting level is good, so I am even more fascinated by this homework. I write every assignment carefully. Carefully designed, designed the homework for the first time, and I was praised by the teacher. Looking at this exquisite work and listening to the teacher's praise for me, I am particularly excited and more and more full of the spirit of design work. A few days later, the teacher told us a message that the school should post the designed independent homework on the bulletin board so that everyone can have a good look at our style. After hearing this news, my confidence doubled and I made up my mind to post my work on the bulletin board. That's why I'm more motivated. Every day, I have to rack my brains for the design of my homework and do it seriously. After my unremitting efforts, my work came out ... A few days later, the publicity column was on duty, and I couldn't wait to run over and have a look. Have me! Have me! This is the fruit of my labor, this is the crystallization of my wisdom, this is what I bought with hard work, I told people: I can do it! Looking at the fruits of my labor, I smiled! This is my heartfelt laughter.

Not only Chinese, but also math makes me very happy. Our sixth-grade group held a knowledge contest of Mathematical Olympiad, and each class selected the top 20 students for counseling. After two screenings, I was selected, and I succeeded! This joy came to my ears one after another. Do you think I can be unhappy?

I'm very happy. How about you? Happiness is a day, so is unhappiness. Why not make us happy every day?

also

People I admire.

Speaking of people I admire, there are my parents, uncles and aunts, and my classmates. However, Ceng Laoshi, our math teacher, is the person I respect most.

Ceng Laoshi is a teacher with rich teaching experience. She always smiles when she teaches us. Her bright eyes always shine lovingly through thick lenses. Isn't that pair of glasses a portrayal of all the ups and downs that Ceng Laoshi has experienced?

Ceng Laoshi's class is very good, and each of our classmates likes her class. Her vivid lectures always inspire our imagination and encourage each of our classmates to speak bravely. At first, I didn't like talking about math. With Ceng Laoshi's constant encouragement, I now actively raise my hand in every class and get a good exercise in all aspects. I think my math scores have improved a lot, and I like Ceng Laoshi's classes more and more.

Ceng Laoshi is a very responsible teacher. In the past, some students didn't finish their homework or didn't concentrate in class. Ceng Laoshi always keeps in touch with his parents. Now in her class, no one dares to make small moves in the drawer. Everyone sits neatly and listens. As for the results, of course, there has been a substantial improvement.

Ceng Laoshi is very strict with every student. No matter who she assigns, even if there is a small mistake, she will let this classmate correct the homework. At first, everyone was puzzled, but over time, everyone understood. After all, everyone knows that Ceng Laoshi thinks of everyone and all of us. Gradually, the students stopped complaining and more and more.

Ceng Laoshi also cares about us in life. I remember once, on my way to school, Ceng Laoshi saw me and said with a smile, "Dragon City, do you want me to drive you?" I said, "no need". Although I still didn't jump in and let Ceng Laoshi drive me, at the moment, I think Ceng Laoshi is so approachable and has an inexhaustible warmth in his heart. I think Ceng Laoshi is like my mother, which left a deep impression on me.

There are many things about Ceng Laoshi, just like countless stars in the sky, but in everyone's eyes, Ceng Laoshi will always be a very responsible teacher, wouldn't you say so?