What is the best topic for an essay on the theme of Praise the good teachers around you ?

1. From Master to Teacher.

2. Spring silkworms. 3. The most beautiful scenery.

4. Whenever I approach the teacher's window.

5. When I grow up, I will be you.

6. The teacher's gaze.

7. Our pavers....

8. I love you, teacher.

9. Let me do something for you, too.

10. I will remember your words.

11. We are very obedient.

12. Teacher, you are not old.

13. May the flowers bloom for you.

As follows:

I think of a good teacher.

Thank you, teacher.

Silent candles.

Teacher, you are a candle.

The most beautiful teacher.

Some people say that teachers are wings that can make students soar in the sky; Some people say that a teacher is a candle that burns itself and illuminates others; Some people say that the teacher is a ship that takes us to the ocean of knowledge; Some people say that the teacher is a ladder, allowing us to climb high and look far ......

The teacher is a cool breeze in the summer, the teacher is a green shade in the sun, and the teacher is an oasis in the desert.

We are the flowers of the motherland, and the teacher is the sun, warming us; The teacher is the rain and dew, moisturizing us. The teacher is a river mussel, giving birth to dazzling pearls; The teacher is the brightest star shining in the night sky in the dark night, shining on us and guiding us. Forward, forward......

The teachers, they are so meticulous in their lectures in class, they smile and give us lectures in an amiable manner. However, who knows the hard work of teachers? When we play happily, what about the teachers? When we fall asleep, what about the teacher?

He was opening his tired eyes and grading our homework; He was preparing lessons for us, racking his brains to think about how to make us learn quickly and remember. He is working hard for us, and I hope that we can become talents and become the pillars of the motherland in the future!

Ah, that's the teacher. For us to go from the prime to the twilight of the mulberry elm. They are the gardeners of the Motherland, so hard gardeners. Without them, how could we have the development of science and technology today?

I've thought about the following topics, and I don't know if you're satisfied:

1.Teacher, you have worked hard.

2.Thanks to the teachers.

2.Thanksgiving to the teacher.

1.Tell me how I don't want him (her).

2.Angel wings.

3.They. 4.You in my eyes.

True love is silent!

Check it out!

Teacher, the light of my life.

"You are the rainbow of my life".

Absolutely!

Praise the teachers around you.

As soon as I saw this topic, I thought of Mr. Zhang.

When it comes to Mr. Zhang, I believe that everyone will have a kind of closeness and affection. So do I. After that incident, I admired Mr. Zhang even more.

I remember one time in a Chinese exam, I didn't get a satisfactory result because I had a lot of deductions for my essay scores. Since then, I have lost all of my confidence in the subject of Chinese. In a composition class a few weeks later, Mr. Zhang introduced the students' excellent composition ......"The next article is Gu Huihui's, please introduce it to you.

When I heard this, I froze. I think the distance between my essay and the previous classmates is too far to compare! How will you introduce me?

Somehow, I walked to the podium, took the text and flipped through it, only to see that a five-pointed star had been marked a bar earlier. "Read this paragraph, it's very well written! I read this passage with emotion, and I immediately felt that Mr. Zhang is so good!

Just when I was at my lowest mood and almost lost confidence in the language, Mr. Zhang was like a beacon that rekindled the flame of my confidence. After this incident, I like Mr. Zhang even more! I like her good at discovering the shining points of her classmates, even if it is just a small section; I like her ...... that she never completely dismisses a student, and always encourages us and gives us confidence

I still remember this incident vividly. It was this incident that made me admire Mr. Zhang and like Chinese more, so I will be extra serious in Chinese class.

In addition, in the Chinese class, in the chat with Mr. Zhang, I will feel that Mr. Zhang's literary skills are very profound, and his speech is also very cultivated, which is really admirable! Not only that, but I think Ms. Zhang makes people feel so kind, and she likes to call me by her nickname - "Huihui". Several times, I felt as if my mom was calling me.

Teacher Zhang is so good in terms of personal cultivation, teaching methods, and even teacher-student relationship, which makes me admire and like it!

Blue is the color of the sky and symbolizes great love; Yellow is the color of the land and symbolizes the mother; Green is the color of life, symbolizing youthful vitality; Red is the color of the setting sun, and it symbolizes my lovely teacher.

The red color is delicate and moving, beautiful and generous, and hers"Red"But it is a kind of dedication, although obscure, but enough to warm people's hearts.

Looking back, there are many bits and pieces of her, and everything she did for us will never be forgotten. I remember that day, as always, I sent the homework book into the office, she was still working hard, and when she heard my voice, she raised her head and smiled at me, her eyes were still so kind, kind and solemn. "Wait a minute.

She said. Then, gently opening the drawer again, he took out a book, a brand new one. She handed it to me.

When I took it, it turned out to be a picture book. "That's nice. "I muttered to myself.

Looking at this dream book, I just can't put it down. "This is a gift from the teacher. "I was overjoyed and grateful.

Thank you! "My emotions were reduced to these two words. Looking at my happiness, the smile on her face became brighter, and it seemed to see through my thoughts:

Work hard, and everyone can see what you gain. ""I will succeed. "I replied confidently and heartily.

Holding this precious gift in my hand, it was as if there was a great motivation to motivate me to move forward towards my goal.

Walking in the corridor, looking out the window, it was still drizzling, the rain was still so thin, and a few white clouds were faintly visible in the sky.

The spring rain planted a seed of true love in my heart.

Today's teachers have long been fragrant with peach and plum, such a small thing may not be remembered, but the seed in my heart has already taken root and sprouted, blooming fragrant flowers, in the fragrance is full of fruit's attachment to the land, condensing the flowers' deep affection for the sun.

I watched the sunset quietly, and in the faint sunset, I seemed to be able to see her smiling face, her conscientious work. She is an angel in a red dress at sunset, dancing with beautiful wings, silently, silently, dedicating ......What is left is always the most beautiful touch of red.