I "praise the teacher" and everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.
Chapter two, "Praise the Teacher" Blue is the color of the sky, symbolizing broad love; Yellow is the color of the land, symbolizing the mother; Green is the color of life, symbolizing youthful vitality; Red is the color of the sunset, symbolizing my lovely teacher.
Red is charming, beautiful and generous, but her "red" is a kind of dedication. Although unknown, it is enough to warm people's hearts.
Looking back, she has a lot of dribs and drabs. I will never forget what she did for us. I remember that day, I sent my exercise book to the office as usual. She is still working hard. She looked up and smiled at me when she heard my voice. Her eyes are still so kind, kind and solemn. "Let's go later." She said. Then, gently open the drawer and take out a book, which is a brand-new book. She handed it to me. I took it and looked at it. It was a picture book. "That's great." I muttered to myself.
Looking at this dream book, I simply can't put it down. "This is a gift from the teacher." I was ecstatic after hearing this, and I was immediately grateful. "Thank you!" I was moved by these two words. Looking at my happiness, the smile on her face is getting brighter and brighter, as if she had seen through my mind: "Work hard, and everyone can watch your gains." "I will succeed." I answered confidently and brightly. Holding this precious gift, it seems that there is a great motivation to inspire me to move forward towards my goal.
Walking in the corridor, looking out of the window, it's still raining in Mao Mao, and the rain is still so sparse, and a few white clouds are faintly visible in the sky. I think this scene is so charming that it seems to be this one.
The spring rain planted a real seed in my heart.
Today's teachers have long been fragrant with peaches and plums, and such a trivial matter may not be remembered, but the seeds in my heart have already taken root and sprouted, blooming fragrant flowers, filled with the attachment of fruits to the land and the deep affection of flowers for the sunshine.
I quietly looked at the sunset, in the faint sunset, as if I could see her smiling face, her serious figure. She is an angel dressed in red in the sunset, dancing beautiful wings, silently, silently, dedicating herself ... leaving the most beautiful red forever.
The third chapter, "Praise you, teacher", the teacher's love is pure and great. She is like a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland; She wants the bright sunshine to nourish the barren young trees.
The clock struck 12. Everyone woke up from their sleep and found that the teacher's room was still lit. She is bending down and correcting her homework without moving. Everything she does is for our bright future and the strength of our motherland. When we saw the teacher dragging his tired body onto the platform again, our eyes were moist and tears flowed down unconsciously. We were moved by the teacher's selflessness.
Teachers often tell us that "there is no end to learning, and there is no end to learning." Yes! Success lies in giving. The teacher carefully cultivated us from an ignorant child into excellent students with all-round development in morality, intelligence and physique. How much effort and sweat the teacher has paid in this process! Teacher, you have given me knowledge and courage to overcome difficulties. Teacher, we can't repay what you have done for us.
Teacher, do you still remember that spring, it rained cats and dogs after school in the afternoon, and all the students left except me. I was in a daze in a corner. When you saw me, let me put on your raincoat and take me home. My heart changed from cold to warm. When I got home, I wanted to bring you a cup of hot tea, but you disappeared in the rain. How selfless you are!
Teacher, I praise you, you are like a bright lamp, illuminating our way in the vast sea; Teacher, I praise your selflessness, your nobility and everything you have done for us!
I love you-Mr Niu. When I started writing this article, I was extremely excited. My son is in the first grade of experimental primary school. Although he has only experienced half a year's study and life, he has made great progress and felt the unparalleled care of his teachers. Because of my son's growth, I once again came into close contact with the excellent group of teachers, which made me feel the hard work and difficulty of teachers.
I still remember the first time I took my son into the experimental primary school with excitement. Everything in front of me makes me feel novel and excited. There are trees and flowers in the campus, neat teaching buildings, clean plastic runways, spacious and bright classrooms, five-star red flags flying in the sun, and loud reading sounds coming from the classroom. Several students are cleaning on the playground. They are all very polite. When they saw us, they took the initiative to greet us. Suddenly, I appeared beside the children.
Like all parents, I am full of hope for my son, expecting him to study hard and get excellent grades, but it backfired. The good mood didn't last for a few days, followed by a series of disappointments. A few days after entering school, the teacher found his son's shortcomings: he can't study, moves too much, can't sit on a stool, does his homework slowly, is willful, and is almost inferior to other children. This makes us parents very anxious. Dropping out of school, my child has reached the school age and continues to study. I am afraid that my child can't keep up. I communicate with the teacher with our confusion and eagerness. Teacher Niu, the head teacher, smiled and said to me, "Every child has shortcomings, but every child also has his bright spots. Liu Yutong, for example, is smart, talkative, kind and honest. Perhaps it is because of his simple personality, plus being too fond of studying at home and failing to develop good study habits, so all these conditions have appeared, but it doesn't matter. I will make every effort to help and educate my children, and I hope that parents can cooperate with me. " Listening to Teacher Niu, we feel very warm.
Teacher Niu didn't dislike our children. On the contrary, she devoted more love to Liu Yutong.
Because my son has a slow personality and others often leave school, he hasn't finished his homework yet. Teacher Niu will spend personal time with his son to write homework until he finishes it with all the workers' handwriting, and then sort out and consolidate the learning content of the day until he masters it. Pick up my son from school every day and see the teacher talking to me in a hoarse voice. I feel that the teacher is really hard and full of gratitude!
My son often can't sit on the stool and move much in class, which makes A Niu a headache, so the teacher and I communicate and analyze the reasons. Asked what children do after school, I said that children have different extracurricular learning contents after school every day, such as English, Chinese, official mathematics, art, piano and so on. After listening, the teacher criticized me for putting too much pressure on my children, and the children were too tired to concentrate in class. After listening to teacher Niu's analysis, I felt very right, so I gradually stopped my son's after-school class. Slowly, my son felt that learning was relaxed, his interest in learning was improved, and he could sit on a stool in class. I feel very gratified to see the child's progress little by little.
Teacher Niu is strict but not strict, caring but not partial, tolerant but not laissez-faire. He is strict with his son in class. Don't let him slip away, little trick. His eyes should be on the teacher, he will never be partial to his children's mistakes.
After class, Teacher Niu often talks with his son and encourages him. If he makes a little progress, he will praise him in front of the whole class. I often hear his son come home and say, "Today the teacher praised me for my progress."
Teacher Niu used her rich teaching experience and orderly teaching methods to give children wings to fly in the ocean of knowledge. She did not give up every child's professionalism and infected every parent. Now my son's academic performance has been greatly improved. Those bad habits were basically eliminated last semester, which is inseparable from Teacher Niu's efforts.
Although I failed to write a story that touched the world, doing small things with great love is the truest portrayal of educational life. Teachers use the dribs and drabs paid in countless ordinary days to reflect the feelings of teachers' love for the broad. I believe that here, they will write a beautiful color for their children's future life!
I love you.-Teacher Niu.
The fifth chapter "Praise the Teacher" has a strong teacher's kindness, which is unforgettable.
From childhood to adulthood, from ignorance to knowledge, you will experience many things, meet many people and play many different roles. I believe you will never forget that there are some people in your life who once became very important in your life and eventually became unforgettable. They once taught us to draw the first blueprint of life; They once led us from the desert of ignorance to the oasis of knowledge; They criticize us, praise us and encourage us; They accompanied us through a road that is easy to fall, hesitate and get lost; They are the most reliable friends in our growing years; They used to be the beacon when we were confused and the helmsman leading to the other side of the ideal; They gave us maternal love and strict father's teaching. ...
They cultivated with their tongues and irrigated with sweat. They are the hardest gardeners in the world, and they hope that our hearts can blossom the most beautiful flowers of truth, goodness and beauty. The platform, chalk and blackboard are the stage of their lives; Their teachings to us can't be counted in countless forty-five minutes, but their influence on us is a lifetime; They are not only correcting homework, but also taking our road straight; How many naive hopes have been ignited by the lights burning in the middle of the night in front of their window; Their chalk wrote down the true meaning of life, and the flying chalk crumbs dyed their temples white; They don't expect anything in return, and the best reward for them is the memory in their hearts, the inculcation in their hearts, and an upright life. I'm sure you know who they are now. They are called engineers of the human soul and our teachers.
No one can live without teachers, no matter what occupation you are engaged in, no matter how great your achievements, reputation and status are, teachers are the ladder of your success. What you get from teachers who have taught us is wealth that we can use for a lifetime. Teacher, we thank you. Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the blue sky, because the blue sky makes it spread its wings and fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I thank my teachers because they let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; Because they let me see right and wrong, good and evil; Because they gave me the courage to go forward in the face of difficulties. ...
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. Therefore, we should face our teachers with gratitude. "Come with a heart, not a blade of grass." This is the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication. This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, and urges every student to realize his dream and reach the other side of victory.
Sixth, "the actor behind the scenes-the teacher" can't remember when and where; The title and author's name have long been forgotten, but the content is still fresh in my memory. It is neither a novel nor an essay, but a short classical Chinese.
It's about a student studying in a private school. The teacher's family is so poor that there is no rice for cooking. A student ran home immediately after learning this situation. He didn't find any big pockets, so he took the rice and socks to the teacher. As a result, he was reprimanded by the teacher for stealing rice from home, refused to accept it and asked him to take it back. After studying here, I didn't read the rest, just a short paragraph, which made me think a lot.
Why is this teacher unwilling to accept it? Why did he scold that student for being ungrateful? Too little? Or something else? It took me a long time to figure it out: teachers care about students and are afraid that students will be scolded when they go home. Isn't it? Of course, maybe the teacher cares more.
In the first day of junior high school, we just got up one morning when we heard the sound of water. At first, we thought it was raining outside, but we looked out of the north window and found it was very dry outside. Driven by curiosity, we ran out of the dormitory. The house kept leaking downwards, and the water was so strong that we were too scared to go back to the dormitory. Wait for the water to stop. After waiting for 10 minutes, the water is not small. In a panic, I called the class teacher. After explaining the matter, the class teacher looked very anxious. He thought for a moment and said, "Is there a garbage bag in the dormitory?" With garbage bags on their feet, they hugged each other and slowly pulled down the stairs. Attention! "I nodded, so that everyone can start together.
Holding an umbrella, one holding the other, slowly go downstairs. Soon after, I arrived at the classroom. At this moment, the teacher is standing at the door of the classroom, looking anxious. Her hand was holding her bag, and her feet kept moving. I'm very worried. The cold wind blew in my face like a knife. I subconsciously pulled the down jacket and watched the teacher shivering in the cold wind. My nose is sour, as if something had fallen out of my eyes. I walked to the door of the classroom. As soon as I arrived, the teacher kept asking, "Did you fall?" "Is it cold now?" "Is the water big?" "Is anyone hurt?" ..... I answered them one by one, but tears swirled in my eyes. In order not to let the teacher worry, I endured and endured, and finally didn't let it fall.
There is a kind of love, although it is not as unbreakable as family, but it is better than family; There is a kind of love that does not need sweet words for irrigation, but grows extremely vigorously. This is teacher-student love, teacher-student love. There is no reason, no reason, only pay, no return, hard teachers will always play the role of behind-the-scenes actors.
On the glamorous stage, there are actors performing, and the actors behind the scenes are unknown; On the stage of learning, we are performing, and the actors behind the scenes don't ask. Please don't just pay attention to appearance, behind the scenes is also beautiful!
The actor behind the scenes deserves thanks and praise.
Chapter 7, "Praise the teacher" is a bright light in each of us, which illuminates our life path. She is my Chinese teacher-Miss Zhou. Miss Zhou is a serious and good teacher. She not only teaches Chinese well, but also is amiable and very popular with me.
I am very involved in Mr. Zhou's lecture, because the teacher teaches so well that I am very involved in class. The teacher gave a comprehensive and specific lecture, and I learned quickly and well. Teacher Zhou nurtured me with knowledge and aroused my interest in Chinese. I never thought that Chinese would be used in practice before, but I didn't know how important Chinese is until I was with Teacher Zhou these days. Now I realize the wonder of Chinese. I always talk about idioms when chatting with my classmates, which makes me earn enough face. Whose credit is this? It's Miss Zhou. Miss Zhou is very strict, but if you don't make mistakes, Miss Zhou is not terrible at all. Unless you make a mistake, Mr. Zhou will punish and educate you. Once Mr. Zhou found that I didn't do my homework, so she blamed me, because the teacher blamed me and made me feel inferior, so I made up my mind to get rid of this bad habit. Miss Zhou is a diligent gardener, and I am a beautiful flower. I need a gardener to support me in the next year, but I want to be an obedient flower to make the gardener less bitter.
Teacher Zhou is in my best school. He is not only good-looking, but also good at teaching, just like a literary star descending from the sky to teach us. Every time I see Miss Zhou coming, I feel emotional ups and downs: Hello, Miss Zhou!
Ah, teacher, you are the signpost of my life, guiding me to success and teaching me the truth of being a man.
Ah! Teacher, you are a beacon in my voyage, encouraging me to make progress. I will love, respect and praise you in the future.
Chapter 8 "Zan Teacher" The breeze is full of expectation and a glimpse of autumn water.
At the bottom of the curtain, China has a thousand years, and peaches and plums are all over the world.
Jade dew shines on Jing Rui, and the golden wind sends Feng Dan the charm.
Looking forward to the autumn rhyme of time, Tao is enchanted.
As a teacher, I look forward to comfort; Smell the students and care about them.
Sigh bitter, educate people without regret.
A three-foot platform saves time, and a piece of chalk cultivates the world.
Gansi is exhausted, weaving a beautiful world and fragrant world.
-"King of Manjiang"
In the autumn of September, the annual Teacher's Day is coming. China has a fine tradition of respecting teachers and valuing education. At this time of year, people always dedicate the most grateful language and the most beautiful words to teachers. Teachers, with the noblest feelings of mankind-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts, this is the noble work of our beloved teachers. The teacher gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; The teacher gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior and let us learn from them everywhere. Teachers work in the present, but build the future of the motherland; Teachers teach in the classroom, but their achievements are in all directions of China.
Some people compare teachers to gardeners, others to spring silkworms, and still others prefer to compare teachers to candles and torches. Praise the teacher with the poem "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, the candle burns to ashes and tears begin to dry", saying that the teacher burns himself, illuminates others and makes selfless contributions, even if it turns into spring mud in the end, it can protect the spring better, but it makes people feel a little sad.
I think it is more accurate to say that teachers are engineers of the human soul. It takes ten years for a tree to grow, but it takes a hundred years to raise a person. A child changed from stubbornness to useful talent. Teachers have made great contributions. The teacher not only teaches us knowledge, but also tells us how to be a man. All our excellent qualities, such as honesty, kindness, diligence, love and dedication, are taught by our teachers. And those bad qualities that we have been contaminated with, such as lying, laziness and selfishness, have been overcome by teachers. Teacher's education and love are more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love and purer than friendship. Teachers' education, such as strict father, is meticulous, and we must never indulge in education; Teachers are like loving mothers. Spring breeze turns into rain, which enables us to thrive unconsciously. Look at all the blooming flowers in China, which one is without your hard work and which one is without your smile!
Education, teaching and the improvement of teachers' morality are the basis of the development of social civilization in China, and teachers are the backbone of China's dream of becoming a strong country. If the country wants to be rich and strong, and the nation wants to be prosperous, it is necessary to sing carols for teachers and promote teachers' ethics. When Teacher's Day is coming, if I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm, compare teachers to the sea and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea of knowledge and civilization. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher. Let "Red River Autumn Hope" become an ode dedicated to teachers all over the world!
Chapter 9, "Praise the Teacher" There are many stories about my teacher. However, last year's school art festival incident, let me remember. I remember it was an early winter evening and the noisy campus had gradually calmed down. However, after a hard day's work, the head teacher is still concentrating on tutoring me in tomorrow's speech contest. There are bursts of reading from time to time in the quiet campus.
The next day, I successfully passed the preliminaries and entered the finals, but the sound quality was poor, which aggravated the practice these days. Just when I was worried that my performance would be affected, the class teacher gave me a box of watermelon frost: I think it's very good and promising. Now, concentrate on taking notes and pay attention to your voice. After receiving watermelon frost, I made up my mind: I must get a good ranking and live up to my teacher's high expectations. It's finally time for the game. I was very nervous when I walked onto the stage. After standing, I took a deep breath and looked up to see the head teacher's encouraging eyes. I felt much more confident, and then I couldn't believe how I finished my speech. Soon, my speech was over. I bowed, breathed a sigh of relief and walked off the platform easily. Thankfully, I won the second prize, and I am full of gratitude to my teacher.
Although my head teacher is young, he has been working hard on education for several years. Moreover, she has done a lot of good grades. She usually doesn't pay attention to what she wears, but the lessons she teaches have a wide range of references, from shallow to deep, especially her serious spirit, which makes me respect.
Her throat is different from ordinary people because it is as hoarse as mine, but in the eyes of our students, it is the most precious thing. Although she was not Song Like Zuying before, she was crisp and sweet, but since she took more than 60 students in our class, the situation has been much worse than before. She often goes to the hospital, and watermelon frost has never left her body. She still often complains that her throat is useless. Nevertheless, she tried to turn up the volume, of course, in order to make us hear more clearly.
Everyone is eager for the teacher's care and attention, and I am no exception. But I am selfish and narrow-minded in this respect.
In the first half of the semester, I naively made a masterpiece "On Teachers", which hurt the teacher's heart. It not only denies the teacher's conscientious work, but also adds unwarranted charges to the teacher. Just because the teacher gave everyone love, I gave the teacher the reason for the decline in my grades at that time, and wrote a lot of absurd quotations, which made the teacher foggy and only remembered that his face was red at that time. This is undoubtedly an incomprehension and distrust of her. But instead of scolding me, she explained to me and clarified the misunderstanding. For this, I regret it very much. I'm afraid the teacher will ignore me from now on. Probably ... anyway, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle ...
After a year, in this year, I have denied the fear at that time and affirmed the teacher's morality.
On the second day of junior high school, there was another speech contest. I thought it was the last time to talk about teachers. Because of my poor sound quality, I thought it would definitely be my turn in this competition. This time, the teacher is very fair. After comparative analysis, each teacher has his own merits. Finally, this opportunity gave me. This made me overjoyed, and what was even more surprising was that the teacher gave me as much guidance as the first time. I am excited about the teacher's selfless spirit. But the result of the competition was that I failed in Sun Shan. I am very sad and feel sorry for the teacher's expectations of me. And the teacher's comfort made me both grateful and guilty. I am determined to redouble my efforts and repay the teacher's high hopes with excellent results.
Through this bit by bit, the teacher's impression in my mind is like a puddle with more and more water drops, bigger and deeper. ...
My head teacher is ordinary but extraordinary. She is just one of thousands of teachers in Qian Qian. This puddle is only a small part of the sea. What my head teacher owns is also owned by all teachers. Since ancient times, the word teacher has been sacred, and people have many praises for teachers. This is an affirmation of all teachers who have been trained and educated. As the book says, teachers are like candles, dry wood and gardeners, with selfless dedication and unknown spirit of spring silkworm. But I think teachers are more like a pot of oil, which is slowly poured on the burning fire of the motherland to make the future of the motherland brighter; It is also like a gust of wind, blowing up the eagle flying in the motherland, making it fly to a more brilliant tomorrow. I want to praise all the teachers, so that all our classmates can respect teachers, study ethics, study hard and work together for the future of the motherland!
Ten, "Praise the Teacher" The window in the middle of the night is the brightest, the road in the morning is the earliest, and the three-foot podium is the most romantic. This is you-a glorious people's teacher!
As a people's teacher, you have nothing to ask but to impart knowledge to lovely students. There is nothing lovely about you, you just want to devote yourself to the cause you love. From youth to white hair, for decades, you have embarked on a beautiful life track with your loyalty to the party, the people and education!
The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your lighthouse, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever the students of the new year arrive, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduates will let you send them away with tears. Only by imparting knowledge to them can they swim in the ocean of knowledge, and only by teaching them how to be human can they make more contributions to society. You are a diligent gardener, looking forward to the flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the garden! In a small classroom, you teach them how to write their own names, and you melt the whole world into their hearts. From scratch, from now on, groups of students are downloading handsome Mercedes-Benz horses with your help!
Small chalk is your hands, depicting the blueprint in your heart. The bell in class is the horn of your charge on your journey, leaving sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for students' excellent grades, and you will patiently explain to students with poor grades. These are your children, and you can't bear to leave any of them behind. You forgot to eat and sleep for the children, you dedicated yourself to the children, and you gave your heart to them for the children. That's it, you burn yourself, that's it, you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to pay!
How many days and nights have you been awake, and how many ups and downs. Leave the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people's teacher! You will give knowledge wings to a child who is learning English, and you will educate naughty students into useful people. All the joys and sorrows, laughter and gratitude will make you sweet forever.
Many years later, when you see the classmates around you, you will hold their hands one by one with excited tears and never let go for a long time. When you see what they have learned, you will give them encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make your heart eternal.
You are so selfless and regretless, and you burn yourself so much. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work and sweat have not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am a people's teacher!