Teacher s Day Essay on Thanksgiving to Teachers You don t need too flowery language Just be real and

Is this okay? Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day, in this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of the students of the whole school, I hold out our most innocent, sincere and warm heart, I wish all the teachers of the first middle school who care about and love our growth a happy holiday, happiness and health! We even hope that our greetings and blessings will smooth out the wrinkles on the gardeners' faces, wipe off the slight frost on the gardeners' temples, and let the gardeners' wise eyes shine forever!

Being a teacher is hard work, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of the red candle is short-lived, but it burns herself and illuminates the hearts of others for eternity. The reason why you are great is not only because you impart our scientific and cultural knowledge, but also because you set an example for us to be human beings.

Thank you, Teacher, for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us that learning is not a burden, but a joy and responsibility, a key to the world we never knew.

You have taught us to explore boldly with our minds and hands, to seek and discover, and to make life full of surprises!

Thank you, Teacher, for being a person we can always trust to ask for help when we are in trouble in life. You let us know that we can confide everything in you if we want to. You often say that you were a child, so you can understand your child's joys and sorrows.

Thank you, Teacher, for making me understand that we can learn from failures, gather strength in difficulties, and find light in the darkness. You give us the courage to use our brains, and at the same time you ask us to be open-minded.

You put beauty in our hearts, giving us teachings, insights and imaginations that shape our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay the foundation, and you do your best for us to grow! Perhaps every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us over time, but your passion, courage and love will always remain.

Thank you for never being cynical about us, always paying attention to us when we try, and always letting us know that you have seen our results, even if the results are so insignificant. You are the one who has taught us that life can be as thin as a piece of paper, as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky, and that we have to make our own choices. Every question, every discovery, experience you have led us through has fascinated us and allowed us to see the sparkle of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Suddenly, one day we find that you are old, tired, and tired. You don't need the understanding, comfort, and support of others, and yet you are so silent, quiet, resolute, and awe-inspiring.

O red candle, your flickering candle flame is as fluttering as your tired, thin body, but in the eyes of the students is so firm: your tears wet your clothes, and you know that in the eyes of the students, it is the most perfect sculpture in the world under your feet.

Dear teachers, your light and heat are limited, but it is your limited light and heat that merge together to ignite the light of the motherland's take-off!

Finally, I wish all teachers a happy holiday again!

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I also wrote an article on Teacher's Day 2010 today, in the space, you can look for it.

Some people say that the teacher is the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, pointing us in the way forward; Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, watering us little saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, with his powerful body and the flowers and bones that protect us in the future.

Teacher, I worship you, I can't say why I have this kind of admiration, looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting you left on the blackboard, but I can't measure how much mystery and hard sweat is hidden in it, I only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium, what kind of sound is that? Is it nature's clear birdsong?

Is it the harmonious melodic sound of a classical instrument? No, it's not, it's a kind of sound from outside the world, containing the beautiful tones of the world, and it sounds deep to us, because that sound is not an ordinary sound, but a signal sound of knowledge, and when you hear this sound, you know that there is a lot of knowledge that is going to come from afar and enter the station of your wisdom brain.

Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck who is lost in the red dust, whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home. I still remember when you first picked me up, when you changed me from a child full of innocence to a primary school student with ideals and achievements, how much you paid for us, we are enjoying our own success and enjoying our own happiness, but we can't forget the teacher, you are the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, you use your erudition to let us understand this vast and boundless world, let us see the world is big, you are like our telescope, let us see farther, see more clearly, just like mountain spring water, Clear enough to let you see underneath. Teacher, you taught us to have the courage to fight against difficulties, not to be overwhelmed by difficulties, I still remember what you often said, "If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one succeeds casually."

Yes, success and difficulties are relative, and if there are no difficulties, how can we talk about success?

Teacher, you are a lush leaf, you use your strong body and protect our future flowers. You are never very stubborn for you, you always silently dedicate your body, for your students, for your mission, you are willing to be a green leaf rather than a red flower, you want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world, so that the dreams of students fly higher and farther.

Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should have pursuits, why we should have ideals, and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world, you are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.

On Teacher's Day, I wish the very few good teachers and makeshift teachers I have met a peaceful life, and I wish all the other teachers who have taught me to be lit with sky lanterns, cracked cars, skinned, Ling Chi, iron hooks to take internal organs, vivisection and so on.

Since you even have to ask others on the Internet if you want to write something to your own teacher?

Remember your first teacher? Do you remember the first words your teacher said to you? Do you remember the first time the teacher taught you?

For the countless firsts, I hurriedly set up the boat of my heart and fought hard in the sea. With the hard work, the small boat of "heart" rode the wind and waves and sailed towards our ideals. With the help of the teacher, the ideal manor is finally faintly visible!

At the crossroads of life, it was the teacher who stretched out a warm hand to us, and that hand was a signpost, so we were firm in hesitation and sober in thinking. It was the teacher who let us see the vast sky, and it was the teacher who let us see the rippling blue sea. The teacher's earnest teachings have turned into the wisdom in our brains, the blood in our chests, and our external behaviors.

In the journey of life, it is the teacher who enriches our hearts and develops our intelligence; It ignites the light of hope for us, gives us ideal wings, and swims in the ocean of knowledge. Because of the teacher's loving watering and hard work, there will be the beauty of peach and plum and the golden yellow of rice and wheat. When we become an eagle soaring in the sky, when we become a dragon swimming in the sea, this is all the credit of the teacher, so we should thank the teacher with our "heart".

A good teacher is a good friend, isn't it?

Thanksgiving to the school Thanksgiving to the teachers.

On Monday, as soon as I entered the school gate, I would see a bright five-star red flag rising.

When the class bell rings, when you walk into the corridor, you will hear the teacher's loyal teachings when he lectures; The sound of students reading seriously in the classroom; **Beautiful voices come from the classroom; I saw the serious expressions of my classmates during class.

The first session was a class meeting, and the teacher taught us a lot of knowledge about protecting the environment, so that we knew that everything we do has a price. For example, a teacher can only become a teacher if he studies hard when he is a child.

In the second math class, the teacher seemed to let us enter a wonderful world of mathematics, let us soar in the sky of the math world, there are many elves guarding us and helping us use our brains to solve problems.

The third period is the art class, when we arrived at the art class, the teacher asked us to sit down and one of us handed out a drawing book, drawing 'my self-portrait', I can't draw, the teacher explained to me and I will.

In the fourth period, when the teacher said "Reading for the Rise of China" and "a woman's relatives were crushed to death by a bearded foreigner", we seemed to have entered that world, and after seeing this scene, we really wanted to beat up that foreigner. This anger did not subside until the end of class.

**There are various musical instruments in the cabinet in the classroom, including: triangle. Two-way cylinder. The castanets ......The piano is placed next to the window, and there is a projector next to the piano, which is used by the teacher to organize the courseware.

The art classroom is also very good, and the cabinets are stocked with a variety of images: ellipsoids, triangles, Beethoven portraits, ......There are more than 20 tables for us to paint, and there is a projector on one table for lectures.

The multi-purpose classroom has a lot of things, which is where the teacher lectures, the leader or the teacher of another school listens to the class.

Our school also has a library, where we have our favorite books, and in reading class, the teacher asks students to pick up their favorite books.

Teacher, 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 love is the most selfless, the greatest, the most holy.

Our school also has many facilities such as: flower beds, basketball courts, electronic preparation rooms, science classrooms, ......

Are our schools good? Well, because it was the beginning of our growth, without it (her. he), we can't learn knowledge without it (she. He), we can't grow up so happily, we have to thank it, thank them.

Our teachers, like thousands of teachers, are like a seeding machine that never rusts, constantly sowing the seeds of ideals and knowledge in the hearts of children, and she is like a bright light that shines on us and inspires us to success.

Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself. "That's right! It is the teacher who imparts knowledge to us from the moment we walk into the campus, and the teacher teaches us to be human beings day by day from the beginning of our ignorance.

The teacher is a diligent gardener, who has worked day and night for our motherland, and his hair is gray. Teachers have given us so much, shouldn't we repay them? Respect for the teacher is the most important thing, it is to respect the teacher's labor, teaching is a kind of hard and meticulous mental work, and the teacher has paid a lot of time and energy for this.

Teachers should carefully design each teaching plan, carefully attend every class, carefully correct every homework, and the teacher's work is hard and heavy. We need to understand and understand the work of teachers.

Write it yourself! I'll have to work my own in the future--- haha!