Teacher s Day is coming, please thank the teacher for the composition.

Thank you, teacher.

You are the morning star of the night.

You are the clear sky of the day.

You are the breeze under the sun.

You are the eaves in the rain.

You are the sea;

You are the mountains and rivers.

You are the one who shapes my soul.

You are the rocket that carries the satellite.

You are the compass needle of the sea.

You are devoted, you are giving.

You are our most beloved teacher.

You have taught us that "if you learn without thinking, you will be confused, and if you think without learning, you will die".

You taught us that "Min'er is studious and not ashamed to ask".

You taught us "Don't take the good for the small, don't take the evil for the small".

You have taught us to "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

You teach us knowledge, you teach us how to be human beings.

Teacher, you are the one who has lifted our tomorrow with your arms.

I want to say "Thank you!" ”

We want to say, "Thank you, teacher!" ”

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.

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, and wish all the teachers of No. 1 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. 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!