Besides relatives at home, the teacher is the one we have the most contact with. I don't know how many teachers are quietly paying for you, not asking for recycling, from my mature face when I was young and ignorant. Their smooth hands were ruthlessly eroded by chalk and became rough. That solid body is no longer straight for bending over to solve problems for students again and again. You are great, we praise you.
Remember, once the teacher cared.
It was a hot summer, and my classmates and I sat in the classroom like a steamer as usual, dealing with those boring topics. The teachers were silent, except for the teacher's footsteps and the students' writing sounds, and the atmosphere was worrying again. I was so anxious that I scratched my head like an ant on hot bricks. The topic in class seemed to be aimed at me intentionally, without any thoughts. But at this time, my hateful sun stopped, and I suddenly felt a breeze blowing across my cheeks, which gave me a hundred times refreshing feeling. Riding this wind, I went through five hurdles and defeated six generals all the way, and won all these naughty math problems. "It's finally finished." I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up. I found the teacher beside me, like a tree. Your hard work was stopped by tears. I understand that the teacher's care is silent, but it is not mediocre.
Remember, once the teacher was rigorous.
He always wears a pair of glasses with a book between his arms. Walking into our classroom with a serious face, he told us serious knowledge. Day after day, he didn't complain or show any impatience. Some of them are just for the difficulties of each of us. We are in awe of his meticulousness. There are always several comments on each assignment, which makes people think deeply and improve. You are always the last to leave the teacher after school. I find you so dedicated, ups and downs for decades. I know, your attitude towards work is so focused.
You want, my teacher, I just want to say loudly: "thank you, teacher!" " "
2.700-word Thanksgiving composition
Autumn in September is another Teacher's Day. In this sweet-scented osmanthus season, I want to recall the years between me and my teacher. ...
At the end of August, in the hot season, I was told to become a member of Class Two, Grade Nine. So, in that year's class, I met my teacher, a gentle and kind female teacher. I had an intuition that I would start an unforgettable trip.
So, as I expected, I liked her Chinese class. The reason why the attributive "she" is added before Chinese class is because I want to express that I only like her Chinese class. How charming is her Chinese class? In short, everything I really want can be learned from her class, and I have benefited a lot.
Countless sunny mornings, students in the classroom are busy with their own affairs, eating breakfast, handing in homework and cleaning. Ordinary but true, as the bell rang, the teacher stepped onto the platform and announced the class with her unique voice. The tone reveals pride and calmness. In her smiling face, our busy and fulfilling day began with her Chinese class. -these are all filled with ordinary and special, ordinary and real feelings. Will there be anything left without her?
The classroom, full of laughter and laughter, and the blue sky overhead constitute countless lunches for rest and entertainment. Under this background, students are in control of their own good times. At this time, she, who is not the head teacher, walked into the classroom to see what the students were doing and learn about today's trivial matters, such as: who didn't eat a good meal today and ate snacks ... These are full of joy and happiness, which are insignificant.
Wherever the teacher goes, there will always be a special cough, perhaps it is a habit for many years, or a distress signal from the overworked voice. How many students have been touched by these coughs and how many Chinese classes have been created? We know why these coughs are born, so although we will not ask the teacher's health with concern, we will use one Chinese achievement after another to prove that we love the teacher and love from the heart. -these are full of fatigue and concern, and they are moved by struggle and glory. What will be left without her?
These ordinary touches are my junior high school treasures, and I also believe that these days with the teacher can touch your heartstrings. Teacher's Day, Happy Teacher's Day.
3.700-word Thanksgiving composition
I often wonder what these three platforms support you; Write the true meaning of life in ten years; What helped you cultivate countless peaches and plums with all kinds of patience in this small classroom? What sustains you? Between students and families, you resolutely give up your small family and devote yourself to "everyone" and devote yourself to the greatest cause of mankind with a full hot pillow.
It's my responsibility. Every time I see you in class, I'm "pointing out the mountains and shaking my ears." I am deeply attracted to you. You took us from the rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River to the vast snowy areas, from the elemental world to the magnetic field, from Iraq to the faint, and took us to understand the real dedication and social development. You always give me everything you have to support your formal sense of responsibility. Since we have chosen a teacher, we should assume this responsibility, be responsible for every student and help us fly to the other side of the ideal.
This is love. I often see you carefully enlighten students who have difficulties. In your eyes, we are still your children. Nourish young seedlings with full love, point out the direction of life with pure teaching, and solve the growing troubles with careful questioning. You are no longer a teacher, but an amateur and a parent who is willing to give everything. Compared with knowledge, you have taught us to be a man, so that we can have something to look forward to when we sow and use it.
It's expectation. Every time we see your progress, the comforting smile on your lips always hits a layer in our hearts. That smile is not utilitarian, but the joy of our progress from the heart. You compare us to the sun in the blank, the future expectation of the motherland, and expect us to live up to the entrustment of our parents and the expectation of society and contribute our own strength to the development of the motherland.
Bit by bit, a little bit, all your efforts have been deeply buried in our hearts, and your efforts have turned into nourishment and strength to help us grow rapidly. For you, we strive to grow tall and grow, from a weak seedling to a towering tree.
Please have a rest on this special festival. Please have a rest, put down your baggage and spend more time with your family. Please have a rest and accept our sincere greetings.
Teacher! You have worked hard. Happy holidays.
4.700-word Thanksgiving composition
"Hello everyone! I am your Chinese teacher. My name is Zhang. You can call me Teacher Zhang ... "Teacher Zhang said with a confident face. But we didn't do anything, perhaps because we were separated from our classmates for too long. We just wanted to catch up, but we forgot the disappointed teacher Zhang on the podium. ...
A serious and strict teacher
The teacher came into the classroom with our book in one hand and a full face of anger. I have been absent-minded in class, and I can't help but think of the tranquility and fear before the storm, and I can't help shivering all over. The teacher walked to the podium like this, only to see her eyebrows twisted into inverted characters, her eyes staring at us, walking step by step, as if the earth were shaking. "hey!" A loud noise brought my thoughts back, only to hear the angry and aggrieved voice of the teacher hovering over the classroom: "I corrected your homework so seriously, but you …" I was very unhappy after listening to it, but when the teacher opened the excellent exercise book, I realized that the teacher corrected our homework so seriously, but we were lucky to finish it, which was unfair to the teacher and even more unfair to ourselves. But when I was a teacher, I asked those who didn't do their homework well to rewrite it, and then I put down my harsh words. If you don't do your homework seriously or in the wrong format, you should be careful ... This is a group of boys who often don't finish their homework on time and have a very bad attitude. They looked bitter, as if they had eaten bitter gourd for ten thousand years. Bitterness is not taste. When the teacher called me and several other students, my heart thumped like a white rabbit. But when I went there, I found—
The teacher is also very kind and lovely.
When I walked into the teacher's eyes with a nervous heart, I saw that the teacher's attitude had changed from warm anger to kindness. At this time, I am relieved. Teacher Zhang took my exercise book and pointed to the wrong part to tell me how to change it. Just as she pointed to the exercises after class and told me what I had done wrong, he grabbed my sentence and read it several times. Suddenly, a "Yi" came from my ear. Then she picked up a red pen and told me that the question was right. Only she corrected it. He quickly told me what the format of the word 1: 4 group was, and told me that I didn't need to rewrite it, just pay attention to it later. When I went back to my seat to sort out my thoughts, I couldn't help thinking that the teacher wouldn't let me rewrite it to make up for the loss of correcting my homework. Thinking of this, I found that the teacher is not only strict, but also as amiable and lovely as an old urchin.
This is my double-faced teacher, Mr. Zhang, who constantly surprises you!
5.700-word Thanksgiving composition
It's another cool season with autumn wind. In this harvest autumn, teachers belong to this season. The theme and atmosphere are full of gratitude to the teacher.
"Your father is full of peaches and plums. Why do you need a variety of flowers in front of the hall?" . Last year's Teacher's Day, my brothers and sisters wrote a blackboard full of spiritual messages, thanking Teacher Zhang Feng for his inculcation and hard cultivation, filled with their gratitude, blessings and prayers, and painted a colorful picture of the three seasons getting along. "Brother Feng" is their most intimate nickname to the boss, "Rest more" is their most intimate reminder to the boss, and "Listen to Brother Feng" is our most ardent expectation.
"The three-foot platform holds the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn". "Lao Ban" opened the door of the mathematics hall for us with his full talent. One mathematical formula came out of the mouth, and a series of difficult mathematical exercises, with his vivid explanation, turned the original obstacles into waves in the teacup. We mastered the "shortcut", learned the "trick" and fell in love with mathematics. Repeated "nagging" makes us have a good plan when facing the exam.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." I have always been a careless person, with a thick heart like a sieve and scrawled handwriting, so my grades in every exam are not ideal. Although I am determined to correct it from the bottom of my heart, I always get twice the result with half the effort. But the busy old class gave me more patience and attention as a stubborn student. He is strict with me from the steps of doing the problem. Every time he cuts corners, he will rewrite it or be called to the office to talk. When my handwriting was scrawled, I also gave my question a zero, letting me know its harm. My ears, also because of carelessness, were ravaged by the old class. Thought of here, my handwriting couldn't help getting serious. Under the "simple and rude" discipline of the old class day after day, my impetuous heart gradually became calm and orderly.
"I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the teacher." The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable. You, accompany me through a simple road of depravity, vagrancy and loss; I have criticized, praised and inspired. You are the initiator of my youth and the most reliable friend in my growing years. You have given me strict father-like teachings, and you are a beacon and guide in my life journey. The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable. Teacher's Day is coming, send my sincere wishes!