Teachers are the kindling, lighting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are the stone steps, bearing the students step by step to climb up. A teacher is a candle. Although it is thin, it has a little heat and a little light. It illuminates others and exhausts itself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as pleasant as a mountain spring, as kind as a gurgling stream, and as intense as a rushing river & hellip; & hellip; I am an ordinary student of yours, but you are my most respected teacher. On the first day of sixth grade, you walked into the classroom with a smile on your face. I've seen you more than once before, but I don't know why, you looked very beautiful at that time. He is not tall, of medium build, with strands of reddish brown hair, gentle and elegant under the breeze. The firmness in my eyes gives me the first intuition that you are the best person to talk to
Midnight, the moon was covered by dark clouds, the whole figure, drizzle hazy, dizzy, especially bad mood, bad temper, brain chaos. The bell rang. Today is my duty day, but the classroom is so noisy that my head is buzzing. I can't stand it. I can't stand it. Shut up. With my abnormal roar, everyone's surprised eyes turned to me. There was a few seconds of silence in the classroom, followed by all kinds of extreme words, like a sword, which came to my face when I was unprepared. Sitting on the seat, I suffered from double suffering psychologically and physically. Tears had already filled my eyes and flowed out without fear. Finally, I couldn't help running out of the classroom and on the school road. I didn't care if the rain drenched my clothes and wet my hair. I'm tired of running. When I stop walking, I suddenly see the light in the office. I think of you, who are kind and kind. I hope to get a little comfort there. I quickly walk over and open the door. You are surprised to see me at that time. You quickly connect me into the room and help me wipe the rain off my face. I tell you the whole story. You listen very carefully, but it's beyond my expectation Unfortunately, when I finished, your words surprised me. '* *, why are you so vulnerable? Can your endurance limit only be escape? What's more, it's not your fault. Why do you care so much about what others think of you? You should be open-minded about everything and be brave enough to face & hellip; 'after that, the teacher sighed heavily and said,' what I said tonight, think about it! As soon as the voice fell, I turned around and pushed the door. The teacher handed me an umbrella. I took the umbrella and left your office. On the way to school, I couldn't help feeling the endless warmth. From that moment on, your sincere words have been deeply imprinted in my heart. Every time I encounter setbacks, he will point out the direction for me and guide me! My respect for you comes with love! Now, in the process of growing up, I can more and more understand the teacher's words. I can't help saying to the teacher: 'thank you, my teacher. '
Six teachers, thank you 450 words, in the memory of the golden beach, I walk barefoot, picking up the memory of Caibei. Looking back on those six years, how I miss those happy days of crying and laughing! In the new classroom and new environment, I often remember the help and care of my former teachers. I remember once, I went to school before breakfast. In the middle of class, somehow, I suddenly felt dizzy. My deskmate said that I was pale. I was surprised and thought: it must be the reason why I didn't eat breakfast. I didn't want to disturb the teacher's wonderful speech, so I didn't tell the teacher, but the teacher soon found my abnormality. I replied: 'I didn't have breakfast. I was a little dizzy. 'the teacher said hastily: 'how can you not have breakfast? Go to the office quickly. There are some biscuits in my drawer. Take them to fill your hunger first. 'I nodded and came to the office. The teachers were chatting and were surprised to see me go in. They asked me: 'what's the matter? 'I said feebly:' I didn't have breakfast. The teacher asked me to fill my hunger. "As soon as the teachers heard this, they gave me food one after another. I took it one by one. When my nose was sour, tears rolled in my eyes. Math teacher also poured me a glass of water, let me eat slowly, don't worry. I couldn't help it any more. Tears ran down my face. They were moving tears. I gently wipe away tears, slowly chewing teachers selfless love. Teacher, I know you, you pay hard, just to see our success after a victory smile. Teacher, I know you, you work hard, teach hard, indifferent to fame and wealth, selflessly impart everything to us, just to let the motherland more talents, more pillars, let the motherland flowers bloom everywhere. Teacher, I know you! So, teacher, thank you! First day of junior high school: shenyundian teacher's Day e-card: Thank you, teacher teacher's Day e-card: Thank you, teacher about teacher's composition: Thank you, teacher 800 words, teacher, Hello! In the past six years, we monkeys have made you suffer a lot. I really want to say: Thank you, teacher. I can still remember every day I get along with you. I have been dissatisfied with you and resented you, but I have also been in love and admiration for you. No matter what I have done, I have never changed my love for you. Thank you, teacher!
At that time, I was just in the fifth grade, but I was still an ignorant child. Facing the faces of a strange teacher, I was very afraid. However, you have moved us with kindness and warmed my heart. At that time, I really wanted to say: 'thank you, teacher. '
I don't know how many days I have been with you hand in hand, but I know that 365 days a year are exactly 365 hearts working for us. I don't know my position in your heart, but I know that you are as high as the sky is, and you are as big as the universe is.
When it comes to status, I think of something that makes me both embarrassed and happy.
That day, I was a sixth grade student. The face was no longer strange, but more intimate. In that Chinese class, I was very lucky to be selected as the group leader. Teacher, you ask the group leaders to put away the exercise books, and then exchange the correction. Teacher, you also said: 'remember, students with good grades change to students with poor grades, and students with poor grades change to students with good grades. help each other. 'as soon as I finished, I picked the exercise book of monitor Xiaoqing. In the process of evaluation, there is a difficult problem, which baffles the students. At this time, the familiar voice sounded again in the classroom: "which student changed Xiaoqing's exercise book and read out Xiaoqing's answer! 'There was a moment of silence in the class. I was the only one standing up slowly and reading aloud. After answering, I thought you would give me a satisfied smile, but I was wrong. You said angrily: 'I said that students with good grades will be changed into students with poor grades, and students with poor grades will be changed into students with good grades, have you forgotten? 'the whole audience burst into laughter, but I stood here in embarrassment. I couldn't lift my head. I thought to myself: I didn't expect to be so unlucky on my first day as a team leader! But afterwards I think more about why the students laugh. Because they affirmed my status in their hearts, the teacher attached importance to me. I'm glad. At that time, I really wanted to say: 'thank you, teacher. '
Perhaps, your eyes are not just looking at me; perhaps, you have forgotten this little thing; perhaps, you have no intention. However, your unwillingness ignites my intention; however, I think it is' unwillingness wins intention '! Thank you, teacher!
I am about to leave my six-year primary school life, and I am about to leave your arms. Although I have not left my alma mater, I am still in junior high school in my alma mater, and I can still see you. I hope you can still accept me and call you: 'Mr. Mo! Thank you, teacher!
I hope you can remember me, always remember me, I will always be your student. You will be proud of me!!! Please don't forget me!!! Teacher, thank you!!!
Teacher, thank you!!! Thank you, dear teacher. I was born in Northeast China. When I was very young, I came to a small county in Sichuan with my parents and went to school in a primary school near my residence. Due to the lack of land and language, my academic performance is very poor, the teacher does not give me a good face, the students do not like to play with me, and they are often bullied by the teachers and classmates. In the end, I become more and more lonely and live in hell every day.
One day, my desk disappeared. I reported to the teacher, but the teacher said: "I asked people to move away. You should not come to school in the future. You see your own performance, ten times homework nine times, ten times failed to pass the exam, what else to learn. I've been very kind to you. At least I didn't drive you home in public. "
Humiliation and anger filled my face with tears, and I stumbled out of the school gate I can't tell my parents that they have been tortured by life and lost patience. If they know, what can they do except hate me and sigh helplessly? I don't want to make them worry, I don't want to add trouble to them, I don't want to see their haggard and disappointed expression. So every morning I still carry my schoolbag to school, swing to the school gate and go home after school. Paper can't hold fire. My parents finally know. On the day my mother came to me, I was squatting at the school gate as usual to count the ants. I didn't even know that someone was standing beside me. I didn't lift my sore neck until I heard my mother's call. To see my mother, tears could not stop flowing down, all the grievances like rain ran out of my eyes. Mother to find the teacher theory, the teacher and her quarrel, quarrel the whole school people ran out to see, everyone's face with a look of contempt. The teacher said a lot of cruel words, the mother who was stimulated tightly held my hand and left the school without looking back. I looked back at the school I had been in for a semester and vowed never to come back.
After I was out of school, I stayed at home all the time. My parents sighed for me every day. They often asked me if I wanted to go to school. Every time I would cry out, never again. I hate reading, I hate everything there. Finally one day, my mother couldn't stand my silence and forced me to go out to relax. On that day, I met her.
My mother led me to a beautiful courtyard, which was full of all kinds of flowers. A man was watering, and when she saw us, she warmly pulled me into the living room. The room layout is simple and clean. There are many bright yellow flowers in the vase on the table, which gives people a warm feeling. She talked to her mother for a while, and then we got up and left.
The next day, my mother took me to her and left me alone. I cried and made a lot of noise. She took a lot of delicious greetings to me, all kinds of stuff into my hands. I didn't bore her with my vexation. I'm finally embarrassed to go on like this and start stuffing things into my mouth. Seeing that I began to eat, she began to introduce herself with a relieved smile. She made a delicious snack, which immediately attracted my attention. I don't know