Teachers' Day essay 1 When it turns cold, the autumn is crisp and the fruits are fragrant, we * * * welcome Teacher's Day X together. Here I wish all teachers a happy holiday with the purest, most sincere and warmest heart.
The teacher is ordinary, ordinary, just like a small paving stone, he is just a drop in the ocean in society. Teachers are not great men, so they can't become idols and be admired like great men. Teachers are not heroes, nor can they be immortal like heroes. Teachers are not stars, nor can they shine like stars, which is well known to all women and children? In contrast, everything our teacher does is so ordinary, so ordinary and so trivial! Most teachers, just silently in their posts, exhausted all the light and heat, and then quietly retired, without amazing deeds and brilliant achievements. However, no matter in the past, present or future, no matter in the era of material poverty or materialistic cross-flow, there are always countless teachers who stick to this post without regrets and defend the sacredness of this profession with their youth and blood! It is they who have strengthened my determination to love this profession. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have been standing on this podium for four years. Looking back on the past years, there are achievements, failures, joys and sorrows. But the accumulation of years has made me know more about teaching and educating people, and made me grow into a qualified teacher. Looking back on my growth, it is precisely because a large number of teachers around me who love their jobs and have noble ethics have infected me. Among them are "red candles" that burn themselves to illuminate others, "ladders" that sacrifice themselves to support themselves, and "gardeners" who are selfless and unpaid. From them, I realized that education is also a career, and education is so beautiful. Even if the students say "Good teacher" or leave a smile, the teacher will feel great comfort. I suddenly realized that this sweet feeling lies not in the return of students, but in the endless fun contained in our profession itself. So, I set foot on this three-foot platform composed of wisdom, emotion, belief and ideal. I worship the nobility and sacredness of the podium, and a wordless sacredness and solemnity will be born here; I admire the indifference and tranquility of the podium, where there will be a sureness and calmness to get rid of the secular noise; Thanks for the nurturing and tempering of the podium. Here, there will be a kind of self-sublimation pleasure and encouragement.
As a teacher, I regard the quality of work as the quality of life, and I am willing to give my all and go all out. Because I chose this profession, it is doomed that my dream honor is linked with students. Students are happy, so am I. I am glad that the students are making progress; The students are successful and I am excellent.
A thousand words can't tell our loyalty to education, and the most beautiful poems can't express our love for education. I believe that after experiencing ups and downs, I will not only gain fruitful results.
I think all teachers of yesterday, today and tomorrow should be blessed and respected by the society. Once again, I wish the teachers a happy holiday and happiness forever!
Teacher's Day Composition 2 stands on the three-foot platform and is a good teacher.
A piece of chalk, white hair, three-foot platform, standing all over the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When I was young and brilliant, I stood on a three-foot platform. I remember "Peanut" in the first class. After careful preparation, I stood proudly and uneasily on the high platform, and a very sacred sense of mission swelled from the soles of my feet to my hair. I finally realized my childhood dream: I will be you when I grow up. From this moment on, I stood on the three-foot platform for twelve years, from a young sunny girl to the mother of a three-year-old child. I have never forgotten the practical, true and valuable truth of being a man contained in peanuts, and I have been practicing it.
Do things in a down-to-earth manner, be a real person and realize your social value. Children are the future of the motherland. They are as bright as flowers, as white as white clouds and as dazzling as sunshine. Therefore, the children in our eyes are the seeds that can grow into towering trees. They must be watered with whole heart and full of love. There is no room for carelessness or falsehood.
The teacher is a serious worker. As teachers, we have no leisure, no enviable wealth and rights, no reputation and honor. Some are worthy of the bright eyes of seeking knowledge, some are worthy of the loud "good teacher", and some are worthy of the sound of the national anthem that rings again and again. So we must do a good job in every class, correct every homework and treat every student seriously.
With the continuous development of society, the prosperity of economy and the progress of science and technology, people have higher requirements for education. We are constantly learning to update our knowledge and improve our methods. But everything is inseparable from the word "love". When you love everything, this is not a problem. I remember a little girl in my class was so afraid of the teacher that she didn't dare to look up at me or even answer my questions. Other teachers also reflected this problem. As the head teacher, I must help her. The parents who found the child learned that the child grew up with his grandparents, never went out to meet people, and his parents were away for many years, lacking love and the necessary sense of security, so he was particularly timid and more afraid of the teacher. As a freshman, this child must change at a critical period. For this reason, I consulted some books on children's psychology and consulted some teachers, and determined a method for this child: hug method. I'm in no hurry. She recognizes me and will never force her to accept me. Do one thing every day-hug her. I found her as soon as I entered the classroom door this morning. I knelt on the ground and gently held her in my arms. Just like I held my daughter today and whispered "I love you" in her ear for ten seconds. At first, he was not used to it. His body is stiff and his eyes dare not look at me. He could even feel her shortness of breath, her body trembling, her heart racing and her face flushed. After a week, she obviously felt less afraid. A month later, she began to accept me. A semester passed and a smile appeared on her face. After a year, she came to hug me. This is the power of love, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Persist in love, and you will certainly reap love.
Children who love themselves are human beings, children who love others are gods, children who love many others are angels, and we are angels. Wang Xiaoyun, the teacher who went to school together, is an angel in my eyes. In the past six years, I seldom see her sleeping at noon. She is always with the students, writing lesson plans and doing exercises in the classroom at noon, watching the students sleep and helping the underachievers review their lessons. She must do the homework done by the students first, and the exercise books and papers are as full as the students in the college entrance examination. I have never seen her angry with that student, and she always explains patiently. There is not a student in the class who does not admire her, and there is not a teacher who does not give her a thumbs up. Students in the graduating class often come to see her. This is an angel.
Love should be selfless, lasting and persistent. The kindness of teachers is reflected in caring for students with tolerance. Teacher's tolerance is a kind of selfless kindness, with love and strictness and love in strictness. The kindness of teachers is reflected in their full understanding of students. Teachers should fully understand the needs of students, including the needs of learning and growth, as well as the needs of social processes such as rest and making friends, especially the needs of students with personal dignity. Strive to achieve: be a teacher, be a teacher.
Good teachers' morality is a rigid requirement, so profound knowledge must be a rigid requirement. People have different views on the requirements of teachers' quality. Some people say that "to give students a drop of water, teachers must have a glass of water". Some people say that "the teacher should give the students a glass of water and the teacher should have a bucket of water". Someone said, "To give students a glass of water, teachers must have a flowing stream." This requires us to study for life. I will definitely write one item in each semester's teaching plan, and I will read several books this semester. I never stop reading. Our class has been studying for a year on Monday. I have finished reading reading of the analects of confucius by Yu Dan and Being a Good Parent by Wei Shusheng. Each of my students has finished reading at least one book, and their composition level has been greatly improved. At the same time, I also learned to recite Disciples Rules, which influenced my classmates more or less. An ideal teacher's knowledge structure should include three aspects:
Extensive and profound basic knowledge of cultural science, solid and systematic professional knowledge, comprehensive and accurate knowledge of educational science and psychological science. The particularity of teachers' profession needs this more.
On the occasion of Teacher's Day X, I wish the teacher a happy holiday and say hello: Teacher, you have worked hard. And wish my lovely colleagues: Happy holidays, I love you, and I love our children more.
I have no regrets about my choice. I am proud of standing on the three-foot platform.
Teacher's Day Essay 3: A soothing piano sound sounded in my ear, and my mother, a piano teacher, began to prepare lessons again. At this point, I had finished my homework and stretched myself in the moonlight outside the window. It suddenly occurred to me that the annual Teacher's Day is coming. What should I give my beloved teacher when I just entered junior high school?
Think about the hard-working gardeners-whether they are teachers at school or teachers in extracurricular classes, how hard they are!
If nothing else, just preparing lessons is hard enough. There is no doubt that all teachers should prepare lessons. In my foolish idea, when preparing lessons, teachers should slowly "eat" and "digest" the knowledge they have taught, do all the related exercises well in advance, memorize them in their minds and know them clearly. Just like a great artist, "one minute on stage, ten years off stage", then you can speak vividly and wittily in class.
All I know is that when my mother prepares lessons, she knows the music by heart. Even if she covers her eyes with a cloth, she can play it without any mistakes. Of course, I don't know how the teacher prepares lessons, but I can still hear the depth of the teacher's preparation.
In other words, the extracurricular math class I attended in the sixth grade was taught by the principal of the training institution handed down by my parents. I remember the first time he gave us a lecture. He said a big word: "I never prepare lessons. The best way for me to teach mathematics is to make students change from wrong thinking to correct thinking. " However, after everyone said it, I heard that there was a problem that was simply wrong. Afterwards, he made a special apology, saying that there were too many things and the topic was mixed up. It can be seen that no matter how powerful the teacher is, he will never prepare lessons. Otherwise, he can't speak so fluently in later classes.
I used to go to primary school and finish school at four o'clock in the afternoon. If the teacher gets off work at five or six, there is still time to prepare lessons during the day. I'm in junior high school now, and I don't finish school until half past six. It's getting dark It should be past eight when the teacher comes home for dinner. If you prepare lessons again, you must stay up late, even at night. You know, you have to get up at five or six the next morning to get ready and get to school before the students. How busy and tired!
Thought of here, my thoughts involuntarily scattered, inextricably linked, forming a picture: the bright moon hanging high in the sky, dispelling the darkness at night. In a window reflected by moonlight, the teacher sat at his desk, leafing through the text to be taught tomorrow, and writing down fine print line by line in the lesson preparation book. Her daughter tried to recite, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already?" To her mother, but her father told her not to disturb her mother's thoughts.
Oh, I'm suddenly refreshed. If you really want to give a small gift on Teacher's Day, please give a handful of moonlight to your teacher. Because the teacher's heart is as pure as moonlight and as bright as moonlight.
May the pure and bright moonlight accompany the teacher warmly every night.
Today is the annual Teacher's Day. I have been working for eight years, but I have an expectation every holiday. One expectation is that students can surprise themselves.
I remember last year, I got a surprise. After I cried and stood up, a group of children shouted neatly: Happy holidays to the teacher! I was really touched at that time. Their class teacher was also very moved and said to me, "I never taught children to do this at all!" " "Children who are only in the second grade are not taught, and they all do it spontaneously. The year before last, some children who had just entered the first grade and could not write a few words made a very simple greeting card with the help of their parents. That card is not a beautiful card at all in the eyes of adults, but it contains a heavy heart of children. Another year, a child gave me a small goldfish, saying that the teacher was very considerate, which moved me for several days. And .........., I don't know, what kind of surprise will I get this year?
On arriving at school in the morning, President Duan was at the door, sending each teacher a bunch of flowers and a card. Our headmaster is really a caring person. I opened the card and saw that it was a teacher's day card specially made by fifth-grade children for all teachers in the school. It was cut into beautiful shapes, painted with beautiful pictures and accompanied by exquisite words. Oh, I didn't expect fifth-grade children to have such ideas!
In the following time, I kept harvesting gifts from the children. Some are greeting cards, some are small flowers (that kind of decorative flowers), and some are small dolls or key chains. After working for so long, it's the first time to see a hill of gifts piled up on the table. Although they are all worthless things, I know this is my child's sincere blessing. Most of the children in our school are children of migrant workers. Most families are in poor conditions and usually don't have much pocket money. Today, I saw the small gifts given by the children, and I also saw the golden childlike innocence of the children.
Year after year, Teacher's Day is celebrated year after year, but I am still expecting and excited that the children can surprise me every year. What I am looking forward to is not the expensive gift that the children gave me, but the love of the children's golden childlike innocence for the teacher. Without these students, Teacher's Day would be meaningless.
Teachers' Day essay 5 The splendid civilization of the Chinese nation needs to be passed down, the long history of 5,000 years needs to be reviewed, the virtues of all rivers need to be carried forward, and the future home needs embroidery. Therefore, we chose this three-foot forum, and we are willing to "walk wider and wider and never regret it".
The outside world may be materialistic, but what we face is always pure, which washes away our hearts that may fall on the dust. This purity allows us to replace the pursuit of materialism with spiritual wealth. Thus, this three-foot pulpit has become the time and space for us to create the future. In forty-five minutes, we visited the mountains and rivers of the motherland with smiling faces, and let them appreciate the magnificence of "sunrise makes the river more beautiful than fire, and spring makes the river green as blue", the magnificence of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", the magnificence of "the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide" and the ruggedness of "harmony with sand, coming from the desert, flying yellow". For forty-five minutes, we took them to pay homage to our ancestors, witnessed the "bonfire" in the cave on the top of the mountain more than 10,000 years ago, and thousands of years ago, our ancestors questioned the figure of the sky, listened to the long bells of the ancient temple Hanshan Temple, and the rumble of guns when the oriental giants woke up. Along the way, they not only witnessed the brilliance of the four great inventions, but also felt the heartache brought by the humiliation of burning Yuanmingyuan. In forty-five minutes, they were influenced by the majestic pride of "I am not afraid of death, but I want to leave my innocence in the world" and the lofty righteousness of "Who has not died since ancient times, leaving their hearts in history". They experienced the broad mind of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later" and the amazing courage of "a million heroes crossing the river". They spread their unfinished wings, galloping in the macro world and soaring in the micro world.
Their childish eyes touch heredity, variation, replication and cloning; Their little minds contain molecules, atoms, neutrons and quarks. With the passing of day by day, year by year, those young hearts have grown up in our "clean hands" full of love and care. They learned to accept from facing the reality, to choose from the clutter, to be at a loss and unwilling to be mediocre, and to create. They gradually understand that theorems and equations are the steps for the Chinese nation to go to the universe; Every word and sentence of a foreign language is a mirror, so that we can't be conceited or sell ourselves short. Therefore, they deeply understand that today's teacher spirit is rich because of them, and today's teacher material is poor for tomorrow!
We walked happily along the white dust falling from the chalk, which was pitted and muddy. Because there is a pure heart with us, we believe that it will be flat after the bumps. We set foot on the information superhighway and galloped confidently. Because we are surrounded by a smiling face as bright as Zhang Chaoxia's, temporary troubles and injustices are left behind. We believe that after the storm, there will be clouds and rainbows. We learned to calm ourselves down. Because of calm, we turned this three-foot pulpit into an infinite dry Kun, galloping in this infinite dry Kun. Inadvertently, we spilled silent drizzle on Wan Li flowers. ...