In study and work, everyone must have been exposed to prose, right? Essays, or talk about cultural knowledge, or express academic opinions, or evaluate the world and human feelings, inspiring and thought-provoking. Want to see what kind of composition everyone is writing? The following are my collected Thanksgiving Teachers' Day compositions. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.
Some people say that teachers are gardeners and water us with knowledge like water. Others say that the teacher is the North Star, guiding us forward. If you ask me, I would say that teachers are like a bright moon. In the dark night, we children, like stars, often lose our way because we can't see the way. Every beam of light you send out is knowledge, which illuminates our dark hearts.
Every Teacher's Day, I will send my teacher a small potted plant or a fake flower, which symbolizes that I will never die and live a long life. However, on Teacher's Day, I found a very sad thing. I am in grade five, and I am going to graduate from junior high school. What should I do? I don't want to be separated from my teacher who has studied with me for five years. In class, I left a few lines of tears. When the teacher came to class, everyone found the bright spot on the teacher's head, thinking it was an ornament, and didn't care. However, I looked at it and thought it was a silver hair, so I decided to do something meaningful.
When I came to the office, the teacher's desk was really messy. Clean it up. There were piles of books and homework, and the pens were in the drawer. I found that the most piles are homework, with hundreds. I have to help the teacher finish correcting them, or the teacher will have a hard time. One page, two pages, I imitate the teacher's notes: right √, wrong ×, A+, B+ My hands are really sour. I can feel the hard work of the teacher. I must stick to it and throw the teacher's troubles outside the cloud nine!
Well, I stretched myself and took a deep breath. Anyway, go home and do your homework. I met my teacher when I was about to leave the office. The teacher was in tears. She told me that the teacher was very happy. Thank you. This Teacher's Day will make me unforgettable. Thank you for everything you have done for me. If we leave, you can come to my teacher's house. It doesn't matter.
Although the teacher looks calm, I can see that she is very sad. I took a heart-shaped chocolate out of my pocket and handed it to the teacher. I said, Teacher, I made it myself. Please enjoy it. Then I ran out in tears, packed my schoolbag and went home.
Teacher, although you are not with me, I will be strong. I hope you forget all your troubles and unhappiness. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!
Essays on Thanksgiving Day and Teachers' Day II. I wrote a lot about those beautiful days in middle school. In fact, Li Shuxiang, a primary school teacher, should have the greatest influence on me. She made me feel like a good student and raised my self-esteem to perhaps the highest time in my life. My eyesight is improving! At that time, I was the monitor, squadron leader and study committee member. She pays great attention to the cultivation of my character and often reminds me to guard against arrogance and rashness. In the future world, I always keep this in mind. Although I accidentally forgot, I will still think of her teachings when I reflect. I always thought I was her pride, because she had never taught me such a good student before. After I graduated, the private teacher was laid off, and she left and worked in education for more than ten years ... We never contacted again, and there was really no news. When we graduated from the sixth grade, we went to her home and gave her a souvenir. Then, we really said goodbye ... but in my heart, there will never be goodbye! I have forgotten her address, and I can't even send her a New Year card. ...
Some people say that a teacher's life is like a long sentence, with hardship as the attribute, patience as the adverbial and enthusiasm as the complement; Selflessness is the predicate and dedication is the object; It is also said that a teacher's life is like a root sign, and overlapping homework has opened countless squares for her youth.
And I want to say: "A teacher is like a lily, which unfolds into a flower and condenses into a fruit!" " A teacher is like a star. From a distance, it looks like a lamp; from a distance, it looks like a fire! "
Yes, the teacher is Prometheus, not the fire that carefully transmits knowledge. How can we reach the other side of success?
The teacher is the queen bee. If she doesn't concentrate on designing hives and work hard, how can she collect pollen and brew the honey of a family? 、
The teacher is Bole, and he is not discerning. How can he send the young eagle to the high clouds?
Teachers are spring silkworms, not selfless dedication. How do they weave fibers into flying flags?
If there is no literary world, life can't sing with a beautiful heart; If there is no painter, life will not be able to taste the colorful world; Without teachers, the sun of a nation and a country's civilization will go out, and the haze of ignorance and barbarism will cover the earth.
It is our teacher who has trained tens of thousands of socialist construction troops in Qian Qian. It is our teachers who train models for generations of cadres, making loyalty, loftiness and selflessness cross time and space and become the eternal pursuit of mankind; It is our teachers who have created a batch of century talents who are brave in individuality and innovation; It is our teacher who has cultivated great men who show the way, inspiring words and scolding great men.
The youngest director is the class teacher, and the teacher is engaged in the weakest work, but casting the greatest dream!
"Teachers' morality shows the world and cultivates talents with a simple heart", which is the feeling of people's teachers. Teachers who combine the ordinary with the great, with the spirit of candles, the behavior of silkworms, the attitude of ladders, the character of cattle and the skills of bees, cultivate peaches and plums for the country, always think of students and serve them everywhere.
Let the light of the future last forever,
Let the tree of hope live forever;
Let flowers blossom everywhere;
Let the green trees expand the annual rings;
This is the aspiration of cross-century talent trainers:
This is the pursuit of creative talents.
Glorious teachers, let's hold up the sun tomorrow!
Grateful Teacher's Day Essay 4 Poet Li Ying has an interesting sentence in the poem "Praise for Life". The poet thinks that two people will knock at the door after death. "The man holding a candle in front is a religion; The one in the back with the flowers is philosophy. "
Teachers are candles, willing to pay. This is a candle burning at both ends. If it illuminates others, it also illuminates itself. Being a teacher is the spirit of candles. Candle spirit is actually dedication. There is no doubt that those who spend their whole lives teaching tirelessly must have a religious attitude, otherwise they may not be sincere when they shout for dedication. Didn't you see the gray complaint of "killing people in previous lives and teaching Chinese in this life"? Didn't you hear the irony that "I would rather be a prostitute than a teacher"?
The annual Teacher's Day is here again. In order to celebrate this year's festival, our school held a special activity "I give prizes to teachers". The students were all surprised. Usually, the teacher will give us awards. How can it be our turn to award the teacher?
In art class, everyone began to give out prizes. I decided to give an award to teacher _ _ _, because he taught me a lot of interesting computer knowledge and greatly improved my computer level. Besides, he is also humorous. So I'm going to give _ _ a "Humor Teacher Award" according to the previous awards.
After the certificate was written, I thought that Teacher _ _ was a computer teacher and taught us computers, so I drew a computer in the blank of the certificate and posted some beautiful sticky papers. I looked at it and found it very satisfactory, but when I checked it again, I found a typo. what can I do? ! Just when I was extremely anxious, I suddenly thought of a good idea: stick it off with sticky paper. I chose a 3D blue butterfly and stuck it on it, making the misspelled place a beautiful ornament. I chose this kind of sticky paper for a special reason, because it is three-dimensional, so _ _ teacher will put it on the top so that he can see it often.
On Teacher's Day, I gave the card to my teacher, but the teacher said modestly, "I'm not humorous at all!" " "But in my mind, Teacher _ _ is a humorous and clever teacher.
On June 10, we ushered in the third1teacher's day. I have passed three Teachers' Days. On the road of education, only educators who are engaged in education can understand the ups and downs. As one of the providers of educational services, I feel more that this job has given me more platforms to study and constantly improve and hone myself.
Teachers are the most glorious profession in the world. I am honored to be a teacher and have the opportunity to educate the next generation of the motherland. Our responsibility and mission do not allow us to have any selfishness. As teachers, we will selflessly spread knowledge for children and pay endless care and care. Seeing your students grow up little by little, I feel a little gratified and a little sense of accomplishment. This is a satisfactory answer sheet you have paid. Education is a work with conscience, no pains, no gains. As long as you treat them wholeheartedly, every child can feel your love for them. This is also a lesson that my students taught me.
I had an unforgettable Teacher's Day this year. They are not allowed to spend money on greeting cards, so they make their own cards. The most profound words for me were written by a boy named Lu in our class: Teacher Zhang, in your eyes, I am not your best student, but in my eyes, you are the best teacher. Grade two children can't write a composition, but on Teacher's Day, they took out a small composition with only three natural paragraphs. "Miss Zhang is a beautiful young girl, and we all like her very much. Teacher Zhang is very knowledgeable and her class is very interesting. Today is Teacher's Day, and I want to say, "Happy holidays, Teacher Zhang, every day. "I will listen to my teacher in the future and be a cultured person when I grow up." Different ways of blessing touched me. I am even more secretly determined to cultivate them into useful people and leave them with the best memories of their childhood study and life. The other is a student who has taught before. Now he is in the third grade. He learned to write a composition for the first time. The title of the composition is "The Most Beautiful Teacher". The children wrote it themselves, and I only saw it when a caring father photographed it for me. I thought about it for a long time. Usually, this student doesn't like to express himself. Even when I talked to him, he remained almost silent. I didn't expect him to express himself in words. Suddenly, a sentence from American educator Rafe flashed through my mind: "The children have been watching you." The teacher's image affects every child all the time, especially as their first teacher, I should do better.
I want to record this wonderful moment, so that I can always keep Do not forget your initiative mind on the long road of education, study hard and treat every student with heart. Children's world is the simplest, let me plug in the wings of dreams with them, grow up and be happy. Thanksgiving Teacher's Day, thanks to my teacher, spent a profound and unforgettable Teacher's Day.
Grateful Teachers' Day Essay 7 Teachers' duty is to teach and educate people, and to solve doubts. There is a good saying, "There are no students who can't teach well, only teachers who can't teach well." It is children's nature to be naughty and active, and some students fall behind in their studies, which requires teachers to be more patient. Help find the cause, prescribe the right medicine, don't let it drift, let alone discriminate. Treat students like your own children, show all your love and treat them equally. Get out of the blind spots and misunderstandings of education as soon as possible. Help underachievers find their lost confidence.
From this point of view, as a teacher, we should be more human and less aggressive in front of students; More guidance and encouragement, less criticism; More educational channels and less empty preaching. Dead wood can carve flowers.
Who is composition 8 of Thanksgiving Teacher's Day, preparing lessons under the lamp in the dead of night?
Who injected the source of knowledge into our ignorant hearts? Who is like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating our young hearts? Who lit the brightest lamp on the road of our lost life?
It's you, teacher! You have cultivated the tender seedlings that just broke ground on the first day with hard sweat.
It's you, teacher! With a small piece of chalk in your hand, you lead us into the ocean of knowledge.
It's you, teacher! You tell us the truth of being a man with warm words.
It's you, teacher! The burning torch in your hand will always guide us!
Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you never show off yourself in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you. With you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of poetry!
You release all the heat, all the light and all the energy without hesitation. You want to be a red candle, loved and admired!
Teacher, you sow spring, ideals and the power of love with the noblest feelings of human beings. You are the cultivator and sower of love. You shine with sunshine and moisten with the rain and dew of love, making our hearts lush and colorful!
Your love is as warm as the sun, as quiet 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 friendship. You, teacher, are the greatest and cleanest person in the world!
You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions, and countless people are stirred by you. You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle; You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped the souls of these young people. ...
The autumn season is fruitful. In this fruitful September, we welcome your festival with reverence. Here, on behalf of all the students, I would like to express my holiday congratulations to you: Mr. Yuhong, you have worked hard. I wish you a happy holiday!
Grateful Teachers' Day Essay 9 Teachers are like hardworking gardeners, feeding our young saplings; Teachers are like a candle, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like ...
I have a good teacher. She is our third grade math teacher-Miss Hu. She is of medium height and full of vitality, just like a slim little tree on a spring morning. Her hair falls down the slope like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and kind eyes are as clear as stars on a clear summer night and as clear as autumn streams.
Mr. Hu's class attracts us like a magnet. We all like listening to her math class. However, she has a selfless heart, and she gave us all her love selflessly. I remember that it was the day near the final exam, and Mr. Hu was giving us a lesson. Suddenly, a female teacher came outside the classroom. She shouted anxiously, "Miss Hu! Teacher Hu! " Teacher Hu walked to the door of the classroom, and the female teacher whispered a few words in her ear and left in a hurry. Teacher Hu looked pale and trembled slightly, but she soon calmed down and continued to give us lectures. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and only Mr. Hu's kind and gentle voice echoed in the classroom. After class, we talked about it one by one. What happened to the Hu family? In the afternoon, we learned that Mr. Hu's child was ill and kept crying and didn't want to eat. Mr. Hu's husband took the children straight to the hospital. The doctor found that the child had acute pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.
The next day, I don't think Mr. Hu will come. I didn't expect to see Mr. Hu as soon as I entered the school gate. Her eyes sank deeply and her face seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Obviously, Mr. Hu didn't sleep well all night and has been taking care of the sick baby, but she always has a smile on her face and looks energetic. We all advised Mr. Hu to take care of the sick child, but she didn't say anything, saying that she couldn't leave us alone. In this way, for half a month, Mr. Hu has been running between the school and the hospital, never taking a vacation and never being late. In the final exam, all our classmates got good grades, but Mr Hu lost a lot of weight.
After class, Mr. Hu often kicks shuttlecock, skips rope, talks about singers, and talks about new things in Kan Kan ... Of course, when we encounter difficulties in our study, Mr. Hu will discuss with us like a big sister, which will benefit us a lot.
Teacher Hu, your earnest teachings moisten every student's heart like spring breeze. Teacher Hu, you will always be our bosom sister and our good teacher.
Thanksgiving Teacher's Day essay 10 In the dark night sky, there will be a street lamp waiting for me under the telephone pole on the roadside, which will make the night sky bright; Sitting at the window, my pen is flying, that is, I am writing for the exam, and then the light of the lamp illuminates me alone.
My head teacher, Mr. Zhang, you are a bright light in my heart, and you light up the road in my heart with your light. When I am depressed, you will use the warmth like a lamp to relieve my pain; When I am anxious because of practice, you will comfort me with words like lights.
From the first day, I thought she was a devil. She is the toughest teacher I have ever met, just because she is strict. I dare not raise my hand to speak in class, or even look at her. Then the first monthly exam. The result is not ideal. She began to encourage me. From the comment on writing in the exercise book to the dialogue after class. His image in my heart. He is no longer a devil, and he is no longer silent in class.
My contact with her became very much in the first semester. I once quarreled with the group leader and didn't have a good class for three days in a row. I always tell my mother about it when I go home at night. It seems that my mother can't stand it anymore, so she has to ask the class teacher for help. One night, she called us both out and asked the reason of this matter carefully. After asking, she smiled and said that I was too serious and narrow-minded. Men should be more atmospheric, and don't be like a little girl, and get emotional at a little thing.
The mid-term exam is only a few weeks away, and I got the best ranking ever. But I didn't achieve my goal. In my conversation with her at night, she praised me. She asked, "Do I feel sorry? I said it was a pity, "she said. "You dare to set goals and work hard for them. In the end, you failed, but it was also valuable. Remember that although you are not the best, you are struggling every day. " Tonight's talk greatly inspired my confidence.
I was called to talk by her the other day because I didn't study. He asked me why I was not studying these days. I said I was a little homesick as soon as I lived on campus. She said: it is inevitable to be emotional when you first live on campus, but you should adjust quickly. Then she told the story of her former residence on campus. He used to go home once a month when he was at school, and he burst into tears when he saw others coming home. Then I said why she didn't teach the first grade. I noticed a detail-she was secretly wiping her tears when she spoke.
After getting along with him in the first year, my feelings for him changed from initial dislike to neutrality and then to liking. He criticized me when I was proud; He encouraged me when I got good grades; He reminded me to adjust when I was lost or out of shape.
Teacher, you are a bright light in my heart, a unique light. Because of your light, I have light and heat!
Thanksgiving composition 1 1 I remember to educate my dear teacher. I love you, teacher. You are like a big tree, and we are like leaves. You raised us to grow up, and I always made you work hard. Every time in the dead of night, you just silently change your homework. In the morning, you hurried to work. Whenever I see the fatigue in your eyes, I always want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard, take a rest!" " "
In my life, from kindergarten to grade four, many teachers have always cared about us. What impressed me most was that a kindergarten teacher clearly cared about us, although I had blurred the teacher's surname. Some students are sick, and the teacher is busy putting aside any urgent matters, taking us back to the hospital by bike, giving us medicine and comforting us from time to time; When we go to bed at noon, the teacher always keeps checking whether our quilts are covered. I felt the teacher's warmth when he gently covered his eyes. Teacher love is everywhere. Usually I put down my housework and go to the bookstore to buy some books of different types and themes for us to read, so as to increase my extracurricular knowledge. The teacher said, "Books are our best friends and books are our best teachers". Teacher, aren't you? In my heart, you are the best teacher and mother. I remember one time physical education class accidentally fell down while running. The teacher rushed to squat down and said kindly, "The child fell, patted his knee and got up by himself." I don't listen to the cry that I have been wronged, "It's not terrible to fall down, as long as I stand up bravely, I can still finish the task ..." I slowly got up and ran last, but the teacher said I won. At that time, I didn't understand. Now I know that although I lost a running race, I won myself or more. Thank you, teacher. You have cultivated our brave and strong qualities since childhood, which has benefited me a lot in my future life and study. Thank you, my first teacher is also my life teacher.
When I entered the school gate, you gave me endless care. When I stepped out of school, you gave your all. This is you and my dear teacher! Peaches and plums don't talk, but a road is born under them. Today, when I become a peach and plum fragrance, a bud standing under the teacher's wrinkles, I sing the friendship between green leaves and roots, and pour a grateful heart into the sea for the students' deep love for you, so that she can pour into the deepest part of her heart and be with the sunshine and rain. The teacher's kindness is unforgettable and warm forever!