Kneel down and ask for an essay complimenting a math teacher in about 100 words

Praise the teacher's composition

Life is like a journey, crossing the elementary school in a daze, and the last train of the years will carry us to the next cycle. When I turned around, I saw my footprints along the way, some of which had already been blown away by the wind like quicksand, and some of which were still supervising my growth ......Remember, those footprints were not left by my most faithful 'companion', the teacher.

Teacher, did you know? But when I stepped into the threshold of the school with fear, it was you who made my young heart no longer hesitate and timid.

Teacher, did you know? Whenever I'm down, make your applause make me strong again.

Teacher, did you know? Whenever I face one problem after another with a doubtful heart, Wu Tang, it is you who guide me and correct my mistakes.

Teacher, it is you who let us be deeply surrounded and nourished by love all the time, and it is you who make us be warmly illuminated by love all the time. Teacher, you are not a singer, but you let our knowledge ring; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of a group of young people; Teacher, you have done so much for us, but unfortunately no amount of flowery language can describe your greatness and ordinariness. At this moment, I am reminded of a song "Grateful heart, thank you for having you." ”

1.September, dedicated to teachers.

September, as scheduled.

The world is splendid.

We sing about September because it's your eternal holiday.

We remember September because it is our sincere confession.

In September, it was a cup full of love, and we raised it high with both hands.

In a sincere blessing, please toast.

The September movement has been played, please accept our September gift, all the teachers who are working the education front.

2.Ode to the Teacher.

Others take ** from life.

You can only get floral scents.

Yours is the morning sun.

Your silver is fifteen moons.

But you're still whistling happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.

3.Celebration of Teacher's Day Poetry Essay - Teacher, hard work.

Who is it that brings the ignorant into the spacious classrooms and teaches us a wealth of knowledge?

It's you! Teacher!

With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring.

Who is it - put the naughty us.

Educate people who are considerate and helpful to others?

It's you! Teacher!

Your care is like a warm spring breeze.

It warms our hearts.

Who is it - put the young us.

Cultivating into a mature and sensible teenager?

It's you! Teacher!

Your protection keeps us healthy.

It bears fruit in the golden autumn season.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who work hard in the sweltering heat and cold.

You've done a great job! Teacher!

People who dedicate their youth to nothing.

We salute you very much!

You've done a great job, teacher!

I can only help the teacher here.

Teacher, you are like the drizzle in spring, moistening the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are sucking the drizzle and growing.

Teacher, you are like a breeze in autumn, blowing the yellow earth, calling for gold, and we have obtained the fruits of a bumper harvest.

Teacher, you have lit the brightest light for me on the dark path of my life;

Teacher - on my misty road of life, you are my guide;

Teacher - In my stumbling life, it was you who showed me the way forward;

Teacher, you gave me a pair of powerful wings to swim in the world of knowledge!

I sent a few small poems, hoping that the landlord can like it

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Teacher, you moisten us like a spring drizzle, you blow us like a summer breeze, you nurture us like an autumn beauty, and you shine on us like a warm winter sun.

Your words are like a light rain in March, rustling, moisturizing things silently; The teachings of the city are like a deep ocean, allowing us to see the hope of tomorrow.

Teacher, I love you like green leaves love tree roots, like flowers love the sun, like grass yearns for nectar, just like stars yearn for the vast universe.

Teacher, you are like a lighthouse, guiding us and allowing our souls to grow healthily, and you are like the sun of selfless dedication, taking care of our growth every step of the way.

The teacher worked tirelessly to educate me, and the teacher is the spark that ignites the fire in the hearts of the students; Teachers are stone steps, bearing the students' step-by-step upward climbing.

The teacher is a candle that, though weak, has a point of heat, a point of light, illuminates others, and exhausts itself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as pleasant as a mountain spring, as kind as a babbling stream, and as agitated as a rushing river......

The spring silkworm has never said anything to boast of in its life, and the silver filament it spits out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum is the highest evaluation of you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and purest in the world.

The ancients once said: "The world is full of peaches and plums!" Isn't that exactly what you say?

Teachers have done so much for the sake of the students, and there is no reason why we should not thank them; There is no reason not to praise them. With a grateful heart, pick up the pen in your hand and write words of praise! Let the love pass from heart to heart!

1. Ordinary career, but it shows your great personality; Blooming flowers also condense the efforts of your beloved.

2. To spread knowledge is to sow hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

3. Teachers should cultivate human flowers and draw a brilliant spring with the love of east wind and rain, spring mud and flower protection.

4. The world is not a teacher, so the way is good. Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers must not be cautious. Cheng Yi is a teacher for one day and a father for life.

5. On the road from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to open the way for us.

6. Instead of looking for a confused mentor, it is better to go by yourself, you can save the effort of searching, and he doesn't know anything.

7. Where knowledge does not exist, ignorance pretends to be science; Where teachers don't exist, ignorance becomes intelligence.

8. Vacuum, firmness, humility, simplicity This is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the path of life that you guided me on.

9. Be diligent in loosening the soil for the immature seedlings. Watering. Catch insects. The gardener who fertilizes will finally usher in the spring of competition.

10. In my mind, you are the strictest father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

11. Teachers are the spark, igniting the fire of children's hearts, and teachers are stone steps, bearing the children to climb up step by step.

12. Today, I am in a distant place, folding the boat you gave me into a small boat of memory, and letting it float in the lake of my heart.

13. Your position will never be replaced, but your footprints are all over the world; Your temples will be gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years.

14. You are busy for the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

15. The teachers of the Holy Ming do not give students a ready-made temple of knowledge, but encourage them to do bricklaying work and teach them to build.

16. Sowing seeds with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, and nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teachers.

17. Dear teacher, your teaching has made me know such a beautiful world, and your hard work has made me realize a gorgeous and colorful life.

18. You are busy for the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

19. Sowing seeds with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat, and nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teachers.

20. Some people compare teachers to candles that illuminate others and burn themselves. I think it's only then that we really have everything.

She cares for us meticulously, she is very ironclad to us, and teaches us strictly, afraid that we will take every wrong step on the road of life; The teacher's impression to me is that one by one, because she is always so busy, and I can only rub shoulders with her and then silently look at her distant back, teacher, I love you!

The teacher is the engineer of the human soul, the silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry The most glorious profession under the sun The engineer of the human soul The teacher is like a candle, burning himself, illuminating others with a three-foot podium, a three-inch tongue, a three-inch pen, and a three-thousand-inch peach and plum Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and one hundred thousand pillars As a model of the world, he is a teacher.

Teachers seem to be the most special group of people we have met in our lives. At a certain stage of life, we spend time with them, not only to learn from their knowledge and experience, but also to share with them the joys and pains of growth.

Occasionally, I will play some tricks with them, play some pranks, and fight wits and courage. They either criticize harshly or patiently persuade us, but in the end they often forgive us. When the time comes, we leave one school and enter the next stage of our lives, embarking on a new journey alone; The teachers stayed behind and led the new faces to move forward.

When we said goodbye with tears, the "unforgettable teacher" in our mouth was true; As time passes, we inevitably drift away from the teachers we once knew.

If the teacher is the fireworks on the sea, then we are the foam of the waves.

Teacher, you have grown up with us with your youth, and now your hair has silver strands.