Thank you for your composition, teacher. 1 on that day, 37 students in our class went to the primary school graduation class-grade 6. That was the first time I met the new head teacher in September 1 day. He is Xing Wu Wei Wu.
That day, when he introduced me, he was very serious, and the class suddenly quieted down (although it was not the first time, it was scary every time). ) I thought this teacher was also a grumpy teacher, because his beard on his face was a bit like a robber who robbed a house, and he also had a "murder weapon" pointing to a water pipe and a part-time stick in his hand. At first, I thought Mr. Wu told us that the stick was used to hit people and it was covered with blood. It was terrible, but after more contact, I found that he was not so serious but humorous and harmonious. Basically, one of the three sentences he said was a joke, and the whole class laughed because he couldn't control it. But it was only when the whole class said with a smile that they liked to knock on sticks that they found that there were so few tables that they were strong after being knocked a few times!
From the beginning of the teacher's class, many people raised their hands in the super active class. Our class is always so different. Because there is laughter in our class, it belongs to the category of making a scene, because he always combines jokes with classroom texts.
Teacher Wu often says in the last class: "Students, I tell you, I just have fun in class. Last time I saw a classmate staring at me in the corridor, I stared at him. I mean, why not say hello to the teacher? And he means "why am I staring at him" or some other example. In short, it will make our class laugh for two or three minutes.
Although I haven't been with the new teacher for a long time, I also know that the new teacher's painstaking efforts are to make us good students. Sincerely thank the new class teacher!
Teacher, thank you for your composition 2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are like a silkworm, dedicating yourself and decorating others; You are like chalk, sacrificing the teacher, and you are the engineer of the soul. I still remember that time, the bell of Rinrin Bell rang, "Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, oh, my God, why is the teacher here? You know, the teacher is seriously ill and should be in the hospital now! Why is it here? Look at the teacher again. Although she has a smile on her face, it's hard to hide her pallor. Seeing our reaction, the teacher smiled and comforted us: "Don't worry, I'm fine. My own body is clear. In addition, I have started to review and prepare for the final exam. How can I leave you to get sick? "Listen to the teacher, our eyes moist. The teacher began to lecture, watching him speak in a hoarse voice, watching her look a little tired, and watching her trembling handwriting chalk. We only feel that our nose is sour, our eyes are red, and tears are already swirling in our eyes. In this class, we listened carefully.
Dear teacher, you are the drizzle in spring, nourishing our hearts; You are the summer breeze, blowing our faces; You are a maple leaf in autumn, which ignites our fighting spirit; You are the warm sun in winter, shining our dreams. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, you forged our souls with hard sweat and wisdom. Thank you teacher! Himself, leaving knowledge; You are like a gardener, tirelessly cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
Thank you, teacher. In our life, there are many people who deserve our thanks. For me, I must thank the teachers who have been with me for five years.
Teachers are a noble profession. She is like an old cow, working hard to cultivate the land and having no regrets. She is like a flower grower, watering the flowers of our motherland with water.
I remember once, the school held a long rope jumping competition, which was the weakness of some people. Almost half the people in our class are shouting there, and some people are shouting "strike". However, the headmaster said that the whole class should participate. Because of this, there is nothing to complain about. Say, we started training that afternoon. At first, only a few people could jump there and dance to their heart's content, while those of us who can't jump long ropes can only watch them jump like a piece of wood. We thought the teacher had lost confidence in us, but no, Mr. Wu didn't lose confidence in us. She told us not to rush over first, but to stand and practice first. When we danced more in the same place, the teacher asked us to start rushing. Sometimes, Mr. Wu has a few drops of sweat on his forehead. Mr. Wu doesn't seem to see it, and he doesn't wipe it once, so let it flow. It is precisely because of our hard training that many things happen. In this skipping competition, we won the first place in the grade group.
Thank you, teacher. Without your hard work, it is impossible for us to cultivate the flowers of our motherland. Here, I say to you again: "Thank you, teacher."
Thank you for your composition. If we say that bright flowers are watered and grown by quiet gardeners, then you are like a lamp, illuminating the way forward in my confused world. Then you are just like my friend who is constantly encouraged by all kinds of difficulties. You are a mentor and friend of countless bright new stars. The vastness of the sea and the rapidity of the water can't wash away your old body and rickety waist. Wrinkles have climbed up your forehead a little bit-you are still smiling, the sunshine is the silent dedication of your background, and it is your sorrow and sadness. Let me gently call a word, teacher, thank you!
Who is coughing quietly at night? Whitehead quietly rendered her hair, holding a red pen in her hand and correcting her homework under the dim light. Are countless sighs sad or sad? Close your eyes wearily, and the dark circles are more obvious against the white skin. She woke up again. In the quiet night under the bright moonlight, she either sleeps peacefully or uneasily, because she knows that after waking up, she still has to face so much homework anyway, and she still has to pretend to be refreshed and give lessons to the children. Sleepiness hit, but she still couldn't stand it. How peaceful and sad she seems to sleep, teacher, it's you! It is your diligence that has given us countless ideological and psychological wealth. Thank you teacher!
No matter how many languages I use, I can't tell you how sad you are. If you were a candle, I would definitely light you up. Because wildfires never completely engulf them, you will bring a bright future.
Thank you, teacher. In this small part of my life and six years of primary school life, every encounter has been left behind. Now I am in the sixth grade, and I will leave my alma mater, friends and teachers. A teacher is like a candle, illuminating ourselves to melt a little. This time, I don't know if we will meet again, but you, in my heart forever, are a great teacher in my heart.
Although you haven't been with us for a long time, you are the best teacher I have seen in six years. Every time you reason with me, you make me understand a lot. You will always be a good teacher. I don't write anything when you come, but teach me bit by bit after you come. Every time I write a composition, you never tell me. You are a good teacher. You let me know how to write a composition. Let me learn to feel and experience. Teacher, you changed me and made me understand right and wrong. How much I longed for you to teach me when I was in junior high school!
But I know that's impossible. If I can go to the sixth grade again, I will better grasp my efforts. How I want to go back to winter. We play in the snow. How nice that you took us through that happy time!
Time came and went in a hurry, and a minute passed. I think you can teach better students.
As the song goes, time goes by, but I want to thank my teacher.
Thank you, teacher. I want to thank my teacher "09", not my relatives or friends.
I vaguely remember the scene when you first arrived: a tall woman with long hair wrote the word Pang on the blackboard, and then smiled and said, "Hello, classmate, I will come to your English class in the next two months." My last name is Pang. You can call me Teacher Pang. My English name is Linjoe, or you can call me Teacher 09. After this introduction, the students affectionately called you "09" teacher.
Your introduction is humorous and your class is more interesting, but it brings me more warmth than joy. At that time, I was always absent-minded in class and looked out of the window from time to time. But you never call my name and you don't need to remind me with your eyes. Instead, you pointed out the window and said, "Look at more green plants, which is good for your eyes." Then the students looked out of the window together, and they couldn't be distracted. When I came to my senses and saw you smiling at me, I immediately felt ashamed of you and blushed. But I snickered a little, because you defended my little self-esteem. No teacher has ever done this, but this move made me understand what self-esteem is for the first time. My writing posture has always been inaccurate, and I always like to write on my stomach. Many teachers gave up after correcting me many times, but you didn't. You always look at me when you do your homework in class. When I don't meet the standard, you come over, put your left hand on my shoulder, and gently push my back with your right hand, and my posture will be correct. Whenever my posture is not correct, there will be a few words echoing in my ear: "Look up, don't bow your head." "The posture is correct. I didn't come to see what you did. " Let me keep the right posture. Later, my posture was finally correct, but you left, because two months have arrived.
I haven't seen you since I left you. But I will always remember the days when I was with you. Thank you for your concern for me.
Thank you, teacher. Everyone has his own person to thank most. Who am I most grateful to? Are you classmates like my brother? Or have you always cared about my parents? Are they brothers like stars? None of these. The person I am most grateful to is not others, but teacher Yaling who takes care of me like my parents.
When I am sad, you will comfort me and let me stand up again; When I am happy, you will make me happier and happy enough to fly to the sky; When I am angry and sad, you will use magic to make my pain evaporate and disappear like water; When I don't know what to do, you will use your knowledgeable mind to guide my life direction and keep me on the right path without getting lost. Thank you teacher!
Recently, my plaster cast has just been removed, and I saw that my originally strong and lovely feet have changed 180 degrees and become as thin as bamboo poles. My heart broke when I saw it. I can't accept such a painful fact. At this moment, Teacher Yaling appeared like an angel of justice. She said: "Nine times out of ten, life is not satisfactory. Now, although my foot is hurt, I still have to wait quietly like a butterfly that has not broken its cocoon, waiting for the arrival of hope. Then I can go my own way. " I gradually regained my confidence and began to have new ideas. Thank you teacher!
Although they have only been together for a few months, both of them have feelings for each other. I often wonder what I would do if I didn't meet you. But I am lucky to meet a good teacher like you. Thank you teacher! It's good to have you!
Thank you for your composition, teacher. Some people compare the teacher to chalk, and the bits and pieces of chalk are the sweat of the teacher. Some people compare the teacher to a red candle, and that small candle is the teacher's dedication; Others compare teachers to spring silkworms, and that thread is the lifelong blood of teachers ... Yes, teachers are the second parents of students, just like an old saying: once a teacher, always a father. I can only say: thank you, teacher, for your teaching.
I still remember that six years ago, we entered this sacred campus with joy and curiosity. It is you who hold our hands and take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge and literature. How many days and nights, childhood flows silently like this, and your tall image will be branded in our hearts forever and indelible!
Remember one day in the second grade, you tore up our homework yourself? Suddenly, angry, puzzled and resentful eyes all shot at the podium, but you ignored our eyes and said earnestly, "Seeing words is like seeing people." Words are a person's face. Good handwriting will add luster to your face! " We nodded in confusion. Now, we fully understand the importance of writing well. Thank you very much for your teaching at that time!
For six years, you have taught us a, b, c and d; You taught us how to read Water Margin and Three Kingdoms. You taught us to add, subtract, multiply and divide. Silkworms in spring weave until they die. Every night, the candle will cry the wick away. " Thank you teacher!
The teacher's kindness is the wind, which blows out the desire of the soul;
Teacher's kindness is fire, which ignites the sail of hope;
Teacher's kindness is a sail that guides us to the sea;
The teacher's kindness is the sea, which contains all the rivers!
The teacher thanked you for your composition. The teacher is a gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland with sweat, so that thousands of flowers can thrive. The teacher is chalk, teaching us to be a man, live and study with our own knowledge; Teachers are candles, burning themselves and offering others. So we should thank the teacher.
Dear teacher, do you remember? When we first went to school, we were still playing with monkeys, making fun of our lives, and didn't care about learning at all. I don't like to talk, for fear that you will blame us if I say something wrong; But now, we are different, because you have a pair of talking eyes. Your vivid eyes and beautiful tone are so charming in class.
I have seen such a vivid story. A teacher surnamed Li is a music teacher in Grade One. She fell under the wheel to save a child who was about to be killed by a car and left them forever. Miss Li is only twenty-eight years old. She always laughs like a warm spring, which warms everyone's heart. She can always teach them patiently and care for everyone like a mother.
Yes! The teacher's care for us is great and selfless. When the faint morning light shines on the earth, when the stars twinkle a little, you can always see the teacher's hard back beside the thriving bud. Looking back, it was the teacher who led us to youth and glory.
It is the teacher who has cultivated the flowers of our motherland into the pillars of our motherland. It is they who have cultivated us with painstaking efforts and sweat, from flowers to towering trees. Students, please remember-thank you teacher.
Year after year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, only teachers, quietly cultivated, silently sown, silently dedicated!
Thank you, teacher. Everyone has a teacher, and I am no exception. From kindergarten to primary school, I have had many teachers to teach me knowledge. Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, care and cherish the flowers of our motherland.
Once, the mid-term exam in our class was coming, and the math teacher took pains to find out last year's exam questions from the school and copied them down. For us, teachers often take pains to review test papers. Every time I finish a question, the teacher will ask, "Will everyone know? You got it? If you don't understand, you can raise your hand. I will say it again. " She will also go to the teacher's house for some students with poor foundation on weekends, and the teacher will explain the problems they don't understand alone. Peach trees used for ornamental purposes first sprouted buds. The color of the bud is the same as that of the bark. You can't find these shy girls without careful observation. The "forever small" shrub set up a small green tent on the dark green old leaves-new buds.
Another time, we had to learn words about spices in English class. The English teacher brought his salt, monosodium glutamate and pepper to the classroom, and asked us to choose a representative from each group, read the words and spell them out. This is how the teacher taught us, and the students in our class remembered all the words they learned that day.
There are many such things, from which we can see the teacher's concern and serious and responsible attitude towards us.
Teachers are engineers of human souls, ladders to climb scientific peaks, and guiding lights on the road of life. The teacher not only taught me knowledge, but also taught me a lot about being a man. Here, I sincerely say to the teacher: "thank you, teacher!" " "
Teacher, thank you for your composition 1 1. On my growing road, selfless teachers showed me the way and accompanied me forward. They are like street lamps, like umbrellas, like the warm sunshine in winter, giving education and help. Teacher's Day is coming. I want to take this opportunity to say "thank you" to all the teachers, especially my most respected teacher Su. Thank you for your kindness and education. ...
Teacher Su, do you still remember that summer? You give lectures on the platform, and I, as the monitor, whisper and laugh in my seat. At this time, you saw that the teacher came up to me and whispered to me, "Come to my office after class." I listened, but I didn't appreciate it.
After class, I stood up slowly from my position and walked clumsily, thinking, "This time it's not good, it's all my fault ..."
When I got to the office, I bowed my head and said in shame, "I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong." The teacher said happily, "Never mind, I won't allow it in the future!" " "Uh-huh, it won't happen again." Then, the teacher patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You are the monitor, so set an example. Then you also violate the discipline, and the students will not listen to you, understand? "
"Yes, I must be a good monitor. Thank you for your teaching, I will remember it. " I looked up and answered firmly with my fist.
Since then, I have never made the same mistake. I am not only a good monitor in my classmates' minds, but also my grades are constantly improving.
Teacher Su, you are like a spring rain, nourishing our vegetable seedlings. You are like a candle in the dark, illuminating the road of knowledge for us and always accompanying us. ...
Thank you, teacher. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day, with peaches and plums all over the world.