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Teacher, you are the first drizzle in the spring, moistening you, me, him; Teacher, you are the first bouquet of flowers in the summer, and I gave it to everyone; Teacher, you are the first ray of sunshine in autumn, golden and shining on the earth; Teacher, you are the first snow in winter, and you are not afraid of the cold. In the golden autumn of September, in your own festival, teacher, I want to give you a good wish: teacher, happy holiday!
Teacher, you are a diligent gardener who has nurtured the flowers of each of our motherlands! Teacher, your knowledge is so profound and senior, you have taught us the truth of being a human being! How great you are!
When the song "Whenever I Walk Gently in Front of the Teacher's Window" rings in my ears, I spontaneously feel a feeling, and I will not hesitate to think of the scene of your work for us, teacher......
I remember another night, my mother and I went out for a walk, passed by your window, and saw you sitting in front of the window and preparing for class seriously, grading the test papers for us......At this time, I heard your wife say dissatisfiedly: "You don't care for yourself at all, what can you change when you have a bad cold, and there will be no sky tomorrow?" You say in a hoarse voice
Tomorrow and tomorrow. Hearing this, my heart was sad, and I really wanted to rush in and say to you, "Teacher, rest!"
The next day, after reading in the morning, I still didn't see you, and my classmates thought you weren't coming to class. What is unexpected is that as soon as the bell rang for the first class, you still appeared in the classroom and came to teach us with illness, which made everyone cry. In the past few days, in class, you have been writing on the blackboard with your left hand and your right hand, we see it in our eyes, and it hurts in our hearts.
You endure the pain of teaching us a class, what a hard thing it is! You really care about our learning ......
Teacher, you have been dealing with education for decades, and the students you teach have become all over the world, but you are still standing in your own position, nurturing batches of talents.
Teacher, in the golden autumn of September, on the occasion of the 23rd Teacher's Day, I would like to offer you a blessing: Teacher, happy holiday! At the same time, I would like to say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard! We love you forever!
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Write an essay on the topic "Love is eternal". Requirements: (1) Except for poetry and drama, the style is not in this remote city, I have no relatives, I can't imagine who will come to see me, with full of doubts, I.
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"That's, My Wish" writes about my own ideals and the like.
That is, My Past" writes about my own experiences.
That is, My Beat writes about its own personality.
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That was one of my most memorable events. Just write about my birthday, my mother at home celebrates my birthday... In the end, it didn't work out.
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According to the example questions, there are the following questions:
Love elicited by a bucket of tea tea love The world is full of love How to write:
According to the example question, the story leads to the theme of "love", and describes his own opinions, opinions and truths, and then summarizes the full text center and completes
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The world is full of love Describe this story at the beginning, then write about your own personal feelings, and finally summarize, don't forget to start with the topic.
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There is a place on the hill where there is a gazebo for visitors to rest. Sometimes there are some good villagers who boil a bucket of tea and put it in the pavilion for visitors to quench their thirst, at the same time, a kind old man is afraid that when the tourists are thirsty, he hurriedly drinks the tea and will be scalded by the tea, so he sprinkles a layer of millet in the tea, so that the visitors see it, they will slowly blow the millet open, and the tea they drink is not so hot.
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You can write something about helping others.
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It's not easy for parents.
I remember when I was in junior high school, it was a Monday morning, and it snowed so hard that my knees were so deep, but I still went to school, and I couldn't help it. My dad had to walk me to school more than 20 miles away, carrying my schoolbag for me, holding things, staggering in the snow, because it was cold my dad had to take off his coat for me to wear, that is, I didn't understand my father's feelings at all, just felt that adding another piece of clothing would be more warm, so I smiled. In such a harsh environment, wearing such thin, who can stand it!!
Later, my mom told me that my dad couldn't move when he came home, I hated me so much, why was I so selfish at that time!! Since I was a child, my parents have never treated me badly, always give me the best, no time I have no money to spend, my father always doesn't say a word, no matter whether the weather is cold or hot, he always rides a motorcycle to give me money, but I don't know how to save money every time, and I have a sense of guilt every time I take money. My family is a rural money is not easy to come by, that is what they exchange for sweat, they will not be willing to spend 10 quick money on a hot day to buy a watermelon, the only thing they can relieve the heat is cold water, every time I go home to see them more wrinkles, sweat, smiles, is slowly getting old.
Let's not dislike Zhizao's parents, don't sacrifice them ugly, they are old, they are the same beautiful and handsome when they are young, they are old and ugly because of us, because they gave us the most essence.
Love our parents well, because they are really too hard, we have grown up, we can no longer be as ignorant as when we were children, don't make them angry anymore, it's time for us to honor them, we want to let them live happily, don't hate my parents' nagging, mother's nagging, every admonition, that is full of his affectionate love for children, this love is like the moon hanging high, in the dark night, emitting a faint silver light, shining on my life path. This love is like a safe haven. Even if I fail, I have my warmest home.
Mom and Dad, I love you, you have worked hard!
The taste of growth.
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Immerse yourself in the world of spring.
The bright sunlight was filled with an ambiguous warm mist, faint, light and ethereal. It seems that every budding plant or flower in the wind, or even every young flying insect that flutters its wings, is releasing an unsettling breath, moist and gentle, absorbing the sporadic drizzle of the night into the heart of the dormant winter. Spring, which has no intention of alarming anyone, quietly blends into the rhythm of all life when the rain kisses the earth. >>>More