When we are ignorant, you spread our knowledge and lead us forward. Teacher Cui, you will always be the greatest and most admirable person in our hearts! You taught us knowledge, you taught us to be human, and you taught us to be grateful to our families.
At that time, when you first came to teach us Chinese, we were too timid to raise our hands and take the initiative to speak. At this time, you will always kindly say to us, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, I don't blame you for being wrong."
On the first day of military training, you brought cookies. When we were exhausted and sweaty after military training, you sent mineral water and cookies. Your mother's concern and care made us forget military training.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, three spring and autumn seasons are almost over, and you are leaving us. We will remember your motherly care and love for us.
At the end of the sixth grade, you can completely ignore our graduating students, but you always take pains to correct our mistakes. The word "responsibility" has been incorporated into your blood.
Teacher Cui, now that I am sensible, I will never forget you as a conscientious and good teacher when I grow up.
You are like a spring rain, moistening our hearts with knowledge, and getting along with each other for six years is vivid.
You are like a hardworking gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland with knowledge, and you will be the pillars of the future.
You burn yourself silently like a candle, pointing out the direction for us to sail in the ocean of knowledge.
You are like a bee, working all day, collecting honey to protect the pillars of the motherland and supplementing nutrition.
You are like the sea. We are small fish. You moisten us with spray and let us grow in this ocean of knowledge.
In a word, we can't grow up without your help. We can't repay your selfless dedication.
"One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a mother." You will always be respected and loved by us.
Seeing that our last time together is coming to an end, I just want to say one word to you: Thank you, Mr. Cui, for teaching me knowledge and morality, and for transforming me from an ignorant child into a knowledgeable and educated teenager! How much effort and sweat has the teacher put in here? Thanks again!
If there is an afterlife, I will be your student!
Nowadays, people still give gifts with tears, and they regard it as the highest gift. I had different views from Mr. Lu Xun at that time. Tears are a form-silent tears from the heart, deep nostalgia, unforgettable memory, so that my teacher, who values feelings and righteousness, will never forget it.
Open the dusty memory, you are gentle as a poem, furious as an animal, tolerant as a day, and comfortable as the wind. However, when I started writing, I left the word "teacher's kindness", but I seemed to see your painful side-a side that we accidentally or accidentally saw and cared about.
Maybe we see your anger: in this family with many troublemakers, you are helpless. You said that you should not only teach us to master book knowledge, but more importantly, teach us how to be virtuous and how to be useful to society. But we often don't do what you want-we don't take you seriously in class, talk and eat; Fighting between classes, picking fights, getting injured and being held accountable; The style of writing is not satisfactory, while the dragon and phoenix dance, unsightly; What's more, lying, cheating, "gossip", uncivilized ... students' disobedience, parents' accusations, leaders' reprimands, responsibilities, and ridicule from others ... make you be crushed under the five elements like the Monkey King. Along the way, you are full of bitterness and sweat. Are you tired? Tired! Is it bitter? Bitter! But looking at the awards hanging on the back wall, at everyone's innocent smiling face, and at every progress of the students, you just wipe your sweat and smile. Six years, six years! You insisted on bringing a group of "naughty seeds" for six years. You persist in cultivation and have cultivated flowers with your time and painstaking efforts. The whole process is like tasting a cup of bitter coffee. Although it is still bitter and sweet, it is still meaningful, but it needs to be savored.
"The filariasis in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will drain the wick every night." We have never seen it, and we don't know if you have ever cried feebly in the face of responsibility, but the candle burned out, leaving a lamp, and the lamp you held lit up the direction for us.
You see, without your efforts, how many awards would there be? I have the "first" and "second" test papers in my hand. Which one has not shed your sweat? Which tear, not because of your comfort, became a smiling face? You are like the sun in winter, shining on us with warm sunshine; You are like the moonlight at night, dispersing Yin Hui and guiding us? ……
"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", you looked at us and smiled knowingly.
Your smiling face keeps coming to my mind, but our distance is getting farther and farther. All the bits and pieces you have walked with us in the past three years are deeply imprinted in my heart. Years fall off on the wall, but our memories never fade.
If time can stay at the moment when we first met.
I met you one summer. On the first day of school, there was constant traffic at the school gate. It was blocked for a long time, and it was already crowded when it arrived. According to the admission instructions, I finally found a new class in the corner on the fourth floor. I saw you the first time I walked in the door. You are the head teacher and math teacher of our junior middle school for three years. You are guiding students to register. You have short hair and a pair of glasses. Wearing a short shirt, a pair of cropped trousers and a pair of all-black sneakers, the flesh-colored stockings missed a lot. When we talked about it later, we couldn't help laughing. The first time of school, the campus is still in a mess. You asked us to put our hands on the table and sit down. At that time, it was like a group of children who did something wrong, sitting quietly. The classroom was quiet.
On the playground of military training, cicadas are calling for summer. It was the first day of military training, and God gave us an arduous task. The sun is so hot that I dare not look up at all. After a while, several people fainted and were taken to the infirmary. And the rest, still hold your ground and continue to stand. The teacher went to the infirmary or went back to the office one after another, but you still guarded us and forbade us to move. Sweat drops from our faces, and our hearts keep complaining. I happened to find that your clothes were soaked with sweat. During the break, you sang American military songs, which attracted the envy of other classes. You took us to dinner, and when the canteen master was too busy, you picked up a spoon and gave us a lot of rice, and also supervised that we must finish it. Seven days later, the lawn turned brown except where our insurance policy was located. That meadow is soaked with the sweat of our struggle.
Happiness will not last long.
After studying in the sea for three years, you guided us forward. Although sometimes we are rotten wood, you try your best to carve it. Your math class is very interesting. I don't think math is boring anymore. There is always your teasing tone in class, and we laugh unscrupulously. No one in your class dares to play tricks. You can tell if you are distracted, so lift it up or put it down immediately. When we failed in the exam, you carefully analyzed the test paper for us. You never praised us when we passed the exam. You said, "This is what my students should do." We giggled and boasted again. We always have two teachers in class, one is talking with relish, and the other is peeking at the back door with a cat's eye. If the circumstances are serious, people will be quietly called out by glasses. Come back depressed. You also like to share everything with us. You always talk endlessly about moral education exchange classes every day, and sometimes you have to take math classes. We never get tired of listening to them.
You are more like a life teacher than a life teacher, and you are more like a parent than a parent. I am an old trusteeship student, and I have been in school all the year round. In winter, you will tell us to add clothes. A stream closed the school, and we couldn't go home on National Day, so you led us to watch the military parade in the classroom. Your classmate is ill. You can call your parents and take him to the hospital. We didn't behave well in the dormitory. Although you are a male teacher, you still come to our dormitory every day and don't hear your slight footsteps. We went to bed at once and had a good sleep. You came in and looked around. You looked at our quilts. I left safely. I remember a cold winter night, the first day of returning to school. We were all busy packing, and we were still up when you came. You called us all out and stood in the corridor where the cold wind roared, and our hands and feet were red with cold. Let's go to bed on time next time. We kept complaining in our hearts. The next morning, you held ginseng soup in your hand, and your heart was warm. I still remember that I failed the chemistry exam. You called me out and asked me a long list. I buried my head so low that I could only say I didn't know. Finally, you said that in order to make me remember and keep a souvenir, I raised my hand, and with a crunchy sound, the board fell on my hand. It hurt me all night.
How much do you know in your dreams?
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, and all good things must come to an end. On that day, the countdown on the back blackboard turned to "0". We hugged separately, and you told me to be optimistic and strong in the future. You wrote in your message: look back on your youth and have no regrets. In retrospect, I am used to your strict requirements and listen to your boasting every day. I can't sleep without hearing your footsteps. I dreamed that you would go hiking with us in Hai Xian, with a distance of17km. I dreamed of 5 again. 12 On the night of the earthquake, our whole class slept together on the playground, on the runway and looked up at the sky. You kept pacing up and down and humorously said to help us fight mosquitoes. I dreamed that we had a grand and unforgettable birthday for you. The only time I saw tears in your eyes Seeing the fallen flowers in our dreams, our memories are countless. In the end, always leave.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. I'll never see you at school again. You were still in the place where we lived for three years, and I entered another environment. Three years of joys and sorrows are worth cherishing together. I will never forget my teacher's kindness. I wish my dear teacher peaches and plums all over the world!
The stars can't forget the background of the night; Rivers cannot forget the dedication of the source; Flowers and trees can't forget the baptism of wind and rain; I can't forget your selfless teacher.
Kindness will never forget that you take care of our nap at noon every day, rain or shine; The teacher will never forget your carefully corrected homework, which embodies your endless sweat; Mercy will never forget your every smile and the wonderful time we had.
I remember that it was a scorching day. The scorching sun was in the sky, the birds did not know where to hide, the flowers hung their heads, and there was hardly a figure on the playground of the campus. Although the weather is very hot, it still can't stop your strong sense of responsibility and love! In order to have a stable nap, let the bright and hot sun burn your white and tender skin and come to the classroom door, quietly walk into the classroom, gently close the curtains blown by the wind and turn off the rotating electric fan, lest we catch a cold by this cool breeze.
"In the middle of the night, the stars are shining quietly, and the lights in the teacher's room are still on." In the dead of night, the students are asleep, but you are still sitting on the desk, concentrating on correcting more than 70 exercise books in the class. When you see any mistakes made by your classmates, the teacher will write them in the blank of the exercise book with a bright red pen, and also write them (if you still don't understand, remember to ask the teacher in time! ), this method makes most students see it at a glance.
When some students in the class encounter setbacks, smile and explain to us how to face setbacks and tell us some advantages of setbacks. You once told us that life is not smooth sailing, and everyone will encounter setbacks, big and small, on the road of life. It is these setbacks, big and small, that compose an ordinary and beautiful song of life. In the face of setbacks, we should not be afraid, but should untie the past, face the reality, be carefree and create the future with our hearts. From setbacks, we understand that life is hard-won, so we cherish every harvest. Napoleon once said that the most difficult time is the day not far from success. Success has been honed many times, so we should cherish it. When encountering setbacks, as long as you believe in yourself, you will have the courage to meet challenges and will not shrink back in the face of difficulties and setbacks. Learning to face setbacks is also a gift of life, because people really rise up after setbacks.
Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than having love. You are my mentor and friend in my golden childhood. In these six years, I not only learned knowledge, but more importantly, teacher, you taught me how to face setbacks in life and how to fulfill my responsibilities. ...
"Teacher, thank you!" Teacher, you brought me up, rain or shine. I have grown up, but you don't teach us anymore.
The memory of being with the teacher before reverberates in front of my eyes like a movie ... thank you, teacher. But for you, I wouldn't have won the first place in the exam. Your pure teaching, careful cultivation, warm care ... I will always remember it in my heart, teacher, thank you. I will study hard and become a pillar of the country when I grow up!
Chinese teacher: After teaching us Chinese for three years, there will always be some feelings, not to mention our good classmates, the teacher's beautiful voice, beautiful face and mushroom head. These are all my comments on the teacher when I started school. Teachers' careful education and warm care will become my memories, beautiful comments and beautiful memories when I grow up, and I will always remember them in my heart!
English teacher: You have only taught us English for one year. In the eyes of other students, the English teacher will be an invincible female killer, because you will assign a lot of homework every time, and your serious appearance in class is frightening. But in the eyes of our good classmates, English teachers are friends of our good classmates. Whenever we are bullied by hateful male students, the English teacher will rush to the class as quickly as possible and scold those students ... no matter which teacher, it is the most perfect and best in my eyes. Whether you teach our class or not, I will miss you. It is best to see the teacher's beautiful face. Even if I can only look at you from a distance, I am willing. !
Math teacher: After teaching us math for three years, you and I have become teachers and friends, and we have planted a deep friendship. Do you remember one time I went to your office to "steal" something to eat? However, every time you will be a "policeman" and arrest me; Do you remember Chen Jing and I went to your house to "steal" snacks, but you weren't there? Chen Jing and I ran around for this school and finally found you. Do you know what I did? For your snacks, Chen Jing and I hid behind a tree, secretly looking at you, quietly trying to listen to you on the phone, but couldn't hear a word. Although I can't hear you clearly, I suddenly feel that your voice is so sweet, like the singing of a lark. It was not until the bell rang that we reluctantly returned to the classroom. ...
Teachers, dear teachers, you have nurtured us with your hands and made us grow up healthily. Like hardworking gardeners, you always care about our little Xin Wei: the Chinese teacher is a timely rain. Whenever we are in urgent need of help, she will always lend us a "helping hand" to solve our problems and point out the direction of progress; The math teacher is the sunshine, shining on us all the time, giving us warm sunshine and making us grow sturdily; English teachers are fertile soil, let us take root deeply and lay a deep foundation, so that we can become the creative conditions of towering trees as soon as possible. Teachers in other subjects are also important. They are the external conditions for our healthy growth. Without them, we can't imagine! Cann't grow up healthily So here, I want to say to all the teachers who have taught me, have not taught me and will teach me in the future: "Thank you, teachers!" " "