A grateful and hardworking "gardener"
Some people say that the teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, which points out the direction for us. Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, guarding our future flowers and bones with his powerful body.
Two years ago, I walked into this tall and tidy school. I met many teachers with different personalities and looks, but what impressed me most was the amiable and knowledgeable teacher Li. She is like a diligent little bee, doing her own thing diligently, and like a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland with her hard work and sweat. And I am one of the peaches and plums that she planted herself.
I remember that summer when I was only ten years old, I just entered this strange school, and I was still an inexperienced child. This is a boarding school. I only go home once a week. As a newcomer, I often feel homesick at school. I can't help crying when I think of the flowers and trees at home, bit by bit, and the warm faces of my dear family. Teacher Li came to comfort me after seeing it. She melted the sad snow in my heart with her charming smile. Miraculously used her wonderful words to make me laugh and forget my sadness; With maternal love, I no longer miss home.
With the growth of knowledge, the number of words in writing is also increasing, and writing has always been a big stone in my heart. If you can't afford it, you can't let it go, just as people say, "I'm afraid in my mouth, but I'm afraid in my hand." Riding a tiger, in a dilemma, often makes me worry about writing a composition. Teacher Li noticed this "nightmare" of mine, which made me always pay attention to the common and wonderful things in my life, comprehend the mysteries of nature and appreciate the great rivers and mountains of our country. It brought back the inspiration for keeping a diary. Miss Li is really like a fairy in a fairy tale. A finger here, a little there, my plain diary is full of vitality, in which grass grows and warblers fly, eagles fly high in it, horses run in it, and fish swim around happily. There are songs and laughter of my classmates and me in the diary; There is sadness when a person cries; Have a strong appearance and a fragile heart. ...
However, these novel and interesting experiences, full of scholarly atmosphere and colorful awards, are not all the fruits of teachers' hard work?
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people; The kindness of inserting willows will never be forgotten, and gratitude is a clear spring that moistens our hearts; Gratitude is a ray of sunshine that warms our body and mind; Gratitude is a comforting word that soothes our young hearts. Teacher, you have taught us with your life why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you left the most beautiful smile to this beautiful world. You are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.
Thank the teachers for giving me knowledge and a bath for growing up!
Second, thank the teacher.
If the blackboard is a sea of Wang Yang, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea and the pointer is your paddle. Paddle a boat moored in the harbor. Your gestures are vivid and graceful, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, drawing a beautiful arc on the edge of the vast sky. A cloud floats in the distant horizon, just like your crystal clear heart, towering and incomparable. You can take a casual look and be responsible for the sunset glow.
A piece of chalk and a three-foot platform will always leave you with a hard-working figure. Drips of sweat, little effort, printed on your face will always be a look of disgust and expectation. The greatest happiness in one's life is not to live a dissolute, dissolute and entertaining life, not to be in a soft room with one's lover, but to meet a knowledgeable and noble teacher.
Lu Xun met Mr. Fujino and never forgot Mr. Cai Yunzhi. Finch was even more grateful to Joe Frog, who taught him the skill of drawing boiled eggs. I even heard voices in the distance. At this time, David's voice said, "The greatest discovery in our life is Faraday." Maybe San Mao is unfortunate. In the second day of junior high school, the corporal punishment of the math teacher put her on the road of dropping out of school. But many years later, San Mao said, "Up to now, my math teacher has changed my destiny. I am very grateful to him. I wouldn't be on the road today if it weren't for his corporal punishment. " When the speaker spoke, she experienced the vicissitudes of the world and the ups and downs of the sea, which made her look calm and official.
Teachers live in the eyes of students first, and then in our hearts. It is not easy to turn doubts, guesses and nitpicking in students' eyes into trust, respect and love in their hearts. How much bitterness and hardship is involved in "preaching, teaching and solving doubts"
Maybe one day, the knowledge he taught us has faded with the passage of time, but his personality charm is eternal in our hearts. When we open a sacred garden for you in the inner corner, we have a new life idol.
Teachers are like the sunset, great and upright, aboveboard and open-minded. They won't feel depressed because they are fleeting, and they won't ask for anything in return. Sunset can best explain the past selflessness and infatuation with the earth in old age, and whether you always wander in the forest covered by frost cages and the moon, stop and look out, your eyes are quiet and far away. When you are old, you will still cultivate the pillars of the country with the same passion, and you will never rise without taking credit and pampering yourself. Aren't you an eternal sunset? As a teacher said, "people should be as bright as candles from head to toe." I seem to see the hearts of 36 victims in Karamay fire beating. You always use sincere enthusiasm to influence your frozen heart. Sometimes you have no choice, but the clock of cultivation will not stop because of this, even if you can't see the brilliance of life!
You stand selflessly, standing like a dandelion, letting the tidbits of knowledge float around generously, making the world under the sun colorful and brilliant; You stand upright, like a snow pine tree, and let your tall and straight body kiss the blue sky impartially, so that life in the snow will be full of green and full of vitality; You stand noble, like a landscape tree, let the branches and leaves of the soul beat the rhythm, and let the growing seedlings find the right rhythm and reference.
You are a street lamp, a bright lamp and a fir tree. In order to give people light and direction, it is more important to support the fallen with the soul. ...
Third, dedicated to the beloved teacher.
On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I send my dear teacher five words: Happy Teacher's Day! If I were a poet, I would write thousands of poems with enthusiasm and praise my dear teacher. Bathed in the sunshine of wisdom, thrive in the soil of knowledge. Teacher, do you remember me? That naughty and ignorant child. Your teaching is the brilliant sunshine shining in my heart, which makes my youth bloom. Teacher, you have inspired me and made me really understand the grace of nature. Teaching is like a spring breeze and teachers are like the sea. You are as handsome as spruce, as deep as blue sky, and you have a heart to accommodate us. Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, peaches and plums are fragrant and enjoyable. Bless you and have a happy holiday!
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, you have given me the true meaning of life as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer! The name engraved on the board is not necessarily immortal, nor is the name engraved on the stone. 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, flowing 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! Read the network, please share it:
In the near future, whether I become a tall and straight poplar or a low grass, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with green life! May cheerful songs haunt you all the time; May happy years be with you forever. Wish you a happy holiday! Teacher, our sincere blessing, like the green on the old tree, is thick and dense, growing with the years! All my thoughts are more mixed with endless gratitude and admiration. May your festival be full of splendor. 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 again. Thank you sincerely! I am sincere. Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart. When you open this little card, may your happiness and wishes be satisfied at the same time! May my blessing, like a small flower, bloom in this warm harvest season forever and adorn your joy all the time.
Day after day, the next class of students come and go. What remains unchanged is your deep love and bright smile. Dear teacher, I miss you not only today, but also today! Write down the trajectory of your life with a piece of chalk; Dye frost on your temples and become a beautiful movement of your life; Three-foot platform, let your life be brilliant! Teacher, there is a story of a naughty child in every gray hair of yours. May our blessings make your smile a little more comforting.
When I can fly freely, teacher, do you know that you are the fluttering wind under my wings? Your teachings urge me to share joys and sorrows, and my blessing is with you day and night. With your guidance all the way, I didn't lose my way; With your attention all the way, I can successfully realize my dream! As time goes by, we all grow up, but your sideburns are gray. We can only say to you: give a peach in return for a plum. Happy Teachers' Day, teacher!
A piece of chalk remains uncorrupted, and the three-foot platform is sunny and rainy all year round, and the sweat drops are sincere and fragrant! Facing the podium and leaning against the blackboard, in the long river of time, the teacher is you, weaving 45 minutes into countless dazzling auras with hard work, sweat and wisdom. Teacher, you are great, like a candle to illuminate others and burn yourself. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day and take care of yourself! When we picked the harvested fruit, you stained your temples with gray hair. Salute to you, dear teacher! We admire your knowledge, your personality and celebrate your festival together! Happy holidays, teacher! 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. I am too pious to look for words, because the word "teacher" itself is the highest respect in the world.
Four, a teacher said to the students.
Learn to respect parents. They are the most industrious people in the world, working hard to earn the future for you on the yellow land, on the construction site and on the streets of the city. Birth is not a gap at all. In China, 70% people are farmers, and many people were farmers the previous generation. In retrospect, they are all farmers. Farmers are the backbone of the country, and parents are the backbone of the family. Respect for parents, life has a moral first line of defense.
Believe what the teacher said, contradiction is not the basis of self-reliance, let alone showing off. You can question your studies, trust your education teachers, persuade them earnestly, and educate them again and again. Only your relatives and teachers can believe that you can correct them. Youth is not impulsive, respect is polite.
Don't soak in TV on Sunday. Don't let long TV dramas and boring flirting vulgarize your innocent eyes. Pushing open the door, nature is just around the corner. Beautiful and vivid scenery is actually the best scenic film.
Don't try love too early, life doesn't need to be encouraged. Although precocity is a fashion, fashion has become a reason for modern people to look forward to tradition. For example, although early-maturing wheat is harvested in advance, its yield is low and it is easy to collapse.
Believe in learning and love learning. So far, it is still the best way for you to pursue progress and change the status quo. Don't skip class and play games based on Bill Gates. He just changed the place and way of learning. Learning is a kind of quality, which verifies people's ability to make progress.
Learn to work, work is life. It is better to keep working until today, make it a habit, a quality and add the brightest background to life.
Learn to read, read big books instead of pocket books. When parents are lonely and tired of homework, choosing reading means not only relaxation, but also a blessing: because reading a good book is to open a window, and the outside is sunny and colorful. Learning to read will benefit you for life.
Learn to be close to life, make friends with relatives, make friends with classmates, walk into the fields and be neighbors with flowers, birds and cordyceps. Work and games can keep you away from your parents and share the fun of life. Of course, you should also learn to miss the distant background and kind care, and the seeds of gratitude will sprout in your heart.
Learn to appreciate. You have a spiritual home that city people pursue: a small bridge and a flowing water family. You should start from the village, the pond and the bits and pieces around you, and discover beauty, taste beauty and respect beauty with appreciation. Appreciating the scenery itself is a kind of scenery.
Learn to be practical. Although you can earn your first pot of money by dropping out of school and working, without the experience of studying and the influence of campus life, your youthful scenery will be greatly reduced and your life will return to the old road. Believe in your own efforts and unremitting efforts, and you will definitely get the brilliance of tomorrow.
Learn to get along with others. Success comes from 40% knowledge ability and 60% interpersonal coordination ability. Be kind to others, respect others, treat yourself as a grass and add green; As a tree, shelter from the wind and rain. Let the true colors of innocence be harmonious in the environment, which must be the most natural scenery.
Luck is a start. Walk with hard sweat instead of walking, let your dreams fly confidently, and success is coming soon. Believe in yourself, believe that dreams are as solid and fertile as land, and there is no end.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) praises 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 for moving me. Looking at me, 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 am sure to succeed.
I answered confidently and brightly. Holding this precious gift, it seems that there is a great motivation for me to move 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 in red at sunset, waving beautiful wings, silently, silently dedicating herself, leaving the most beautiful red forever.
Sixth, the appearance of the teacher.
I went back to my hometown in the New Year and met my primary school classmates. He began to say that Mr. Zhang, who taught us arithmetic in the fourth grade of primary school, was terminally ill. Parting, he left Mr. Zhang's mobile phone number, leaving a sentence, you must go and see it.
My father died young, and Mr. Zhang often left me a steamed bun at breakfast. I was not good at arithmetic, so he made up lessons for me at night and carved me a "study hard" chapter with a small piece of wood.
Back in the city, I'm worried about Teacher Zhang. My hands shook badly when I dialed the teacher's phone. Thirty years later, the familiar laughter is still so hearty, just a little weak. After some mixed feelings, I said, I must see you. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then a euphemistic refusal: this heart is enough. You have a career, children and family, and you have to cross the river when you come, so don't come. I said it was either good or bad. On the other end of the phone, I kept saying, don't come.
At the weekend, I crossed the river and arrived in Anqing. Calling the teacher, the teacher was a little angry and his tone was very strict. What's the matter with you? Now you don't listen at all? I remember that you were the most obedient child in the class. Come back quickly! Probably aware of his blunt attitude, his tone softened. I can feel it.. He is doing his best and smiling tenaciously. Suddenly, he said, do you remember me then? Can you describe me in your heart?
You just came back from the army and became a civilian teacher. You are diligent and eager to learn, and you have taught yourself college courses. You pay great attention to your image, wear a grass-green military uniform, and always remember to buckle discipline, even if it is hot; You are tall and brave, and your voice makes our ears numb; Your eyes are as sharp as nails, which is chilling; You took us to do calculus on the blackboard, and you always looked back from time to time to see if we were playing tricks ... then you were our idol.
The teacher smiled happily after listening, and then joked with me. That's right. At that time, I was "progressive". Now I am beyond recognition. Now I look "decadent".
In an instant, I understood that he really didn't want me to see him. A poor teacher, he just wants to leave a beautiful face when he was young. I said, I listen to you and go back now. He is tall and heroic in a grass-green military uniform. This is what my teacher looks like, fixed in my heart.
Seven, dedicated to Teacher's Day
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.
What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge.
What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teachers who have given us so much knowledge, and I wish all teachers will always be young and beautiful.
Eight, 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 from the sea. 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!
Teacher, please don't cry!
For my son's Chinese teacher. -inscription
The north wind blows hard and the river whimpers.
In the house, I was browsing your space casually, and suddenly I found what you said was a bit strange.
You said, "Mom, go! I love you forever! " "Where is the love in my heart?" "Life disappears in an instant." Looking at the language of blood and tears, I was full of doubts and immediately asked my son, "What happened to your Chinese teacher?" The son said sadly, "the teacher's mother had a car accident!" " "
I sat at my computer desk, speechless for a long time. I think: compared with inanimate things, life is really so fragile, and life should be cherished!
At that moment, my ears seemed to have a heartbreaking cry echoing in the air for a long time!
What should I say to you? Even if I did, how can I comfort your deeply hurt heart?
I only published a short and pale consolation sentence on your message board: "I hope the teacher is strong!" " "That day, I want to cry. I cry for a young mother whose heart has stopped beating!
Actually, I really want to write something to you. But I don't know where to start. I'm afraid my words will make your wound bleed again.
In this way, there is an indescribable feeling that torments the compassionate soul for a day or two. ...
When I look at your space again and see your sad nostalgia again, you say, "once a loving mother rests in peace, a thousand words can't call her back!" " ""If life is like the first time ... "In these short words, I understand how attached you are to your mother. I know that if life is like the first time, you will cherish the relationship between mother and daughter more, and you will hold your mother's hand tightly and not let her go far.
At this moment, I can no longer restrain the impulse to write. I think I really need to write something for you. Maybe it is raining in Mao Mao, even if it is a little wet, I will be very pleased; Maybe it's a wind knife, even if I cut off a little pain, I have no regrets.
Tao Yuanming once said, "What is the way to die? You are on the same hill, relatives or sadness, others have sung! " Yes! People's life processes are different, but the results are the same. No matter how rich or poor people are, no matter how old or young, the ultimate fate is to hand over the body of life to Qingshan and turn it into ashes. In reality, although everyone's life is long and short, there is no essential difference in the long river of history. When we left when we were young, we lamented; We are all used to leaving when we are old. The only difference is that people who are alive have different moods.
The deceased is gone, and she still needs to live. If your mother had a soul in heaven, she would never look at her beloved daughter and cry for herself. She never wants to see her daughter getting thinner and thinner. Your life is still long. The better you live, the more gratified and proud your mother will be in the other world.
Teacher, put away your sadness and tears! Let the wet soul bask in the sun; Summon up your courage and vitality! Let your children see the hope of your life. I believe you can do it!
Teacher, you have a good life! For my mother in heaven.
Postscript: May my words not touch your soul; May my words give you some comfort.
Ten, my teacher
Time flies, teacher. Are you all right?
Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.
Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you walk onto the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.
After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak. At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily!
"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?
Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the new year has come, I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives!