The essay for the teacher is entitled The Cold Prescription of the Soul .

The teacher's love is like a spring breeze, gently blowing green the wasteland of our knowledge. The teacher's love is like a drizzle, sweetly nourishing our young hearts. The teacher's love is an umbrella that shelters us from the wind and rain and cares for our immature hearts.

Teacher, we see your selfless dedication, we keep you in mind without asking for anything in return, and you have built a great wall of faith for us with your lifelong youth and blood! Once, when I was talking to my classmates during class time, I didn't listen to what was being said. So the homework was a mess.

After class, I was called to the office by the teacher and reprimanded. It was the first time in my life that I was criticized by a teacher, and I felt very uncomfortable. He bowed his head deeply, and there were tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw the teacher's kind face, and her eyes were red. I felt even more uncomfortable, but I knew deep down that the teacher was unwilling and uncomfortable. This is a kind of love for me from my teachers and a care for my path to success.

Thinking about it, the discomfort in my heart slowly dissolved, and the tears in my mouth disappeared, and I was silently happy in my heart, because the teacher loved me and cared about me. Another time, I was stumped by a problem in math class. The teacher seemed to see my confusion, walked straight to my side, and said kindly

If you think about it, if you think of it as an integer......"I picked up the pen and made it in a few moments. "It's a blessing to have a teacher," I said. At this moment, I am as sweet as honey.

Because I know it's the teacher's love. At this moment, the things around us seem to have become more beautiful and more brilliant. Dear teacher, you are an inexhaustible wax in our hearts.

You hold a sacred duty in our hearts, and we are grateful to you! The teacher's love is like a gentle drizzle, quietly, quietly, and slowly moistening my heart and making my heart more perfect. We praise the teachers, they take the three-foot podium as a position, and make extraordinary achievements in ordinary positions.

Under their education, we start from learning A, O, and E, to being able to write beautiful essays, solve difficult exercises, and then become students in higher education institutions in the future, and become useful talents on all fronts, all of which are permeated with the hard work of teachers. We respect the teacher, she works silently, does not ask for anything in return, does not ask for anything, just so that students can learn more knowledge. They prepared for class and corrected homework day and night, regardless of the cold and heat, and their black hair was dyed white with the fluttering chalk dust, while the vigorous board books and heavy knowledge showed us the course of life.

From winter to spring, cold to summer, they have been sending batches of new students and graduates again and again, and have continuously sent qualified personnel for the construction of the motherland. We have inexhaustible gratitude and deep blessings to teachers, and when we are full of joy with heavy harvest and full of joy to taste the fruits of knowledge, we know that teachers are the eternal guiding light in our hearts and the sun that never sets. So, students, should we have more praise and gratitude to the teacher in our hearts?

The composition is as follows: Behind the beating flame, there is always you who are persistent in burning, and it is us who illuminate; Behind the bright stars, there is always that deep black to set us off, but it is us who attracts attention; The kite struggles to fly into the blue sky in search of hope, and it is always your thin line pulling behind, grasping the direction ......It's always you, my teacher!

On the snow-capped mountains, the snow lotus that has experienced the wind, rain and snow is fresh, pure and strong, which has always been what I have been striving for. And want to climb that peak, but it seems to be an unattainable dream, give up? No!

In the ice and snow, stepping on a road that no number of people can pass, "bloody battle", clasping his hands persistently. But once again he was defeated at the foot of the mountain. Confusion and frustration followed.

Confidence was frozen by the snow and ice under the snowy mountains. Teacher, it was you, your expectations, and your encouragement that turned into a force that melted the iceberg. What is so rare about hard ice?

Life is a palette, and learning is one of the bright colors. In terms of learning, I am not so outstanding, naturally, learning always brings me some difficulties, it is so complicated, it is difficult to overcome. When I was defeated in the examination room, the bright color lost its brilliance for some reason and gradually dimmed ......I was anxious and helpless, always trying to "tune" out such colors, but they didn't seem to match it, and I was very sad to see the painting of life fade away.

It is you, it is you who hold the pen, swaying the green of youth, the blue of hope, and the yellow of harvest on this painting! - Yes, it was my dream, my hope, the color that had gone away was back. How grateful I am to you, my teacher.

At the crossroads of life, it was you who lit the guiding light for me, how touched I am. The white clouds are dedicated to the pastures, and the rivers are dedicated to the ocean, but I, what do I dedicate to you, dear teacher!

I can only forge a youthful heart for myself and repay the teacher's kindness for education.

Hope mine is helpful to you, good luck!

Good luck with your learning!

If you don't understand, it is recommended to ask again, but you can also ask directly.

At that time, our second (ninth) class was a well-known chaotic class in the whole school. During class, the teacher spoke on the stage, and we spoke offstage, and the class was chaotic like a teahouse, and in less than two years, four class teachers ran away angrily. Our bunch of naughty bags are smug instead:

Let's see what kind of new homeroom teacher the school sends to take care of us!

The new homeroom teacher arrived, and we burst out laughing when we saw it. It turned out that he was a cripple and walked staggeringly. He doesn't even bother himself, and he still wants to control us! We are even more unscrupulous, and we are making a miasma.

The new homeroom teacher's surname is Lin, and he is a student who has stayed in school, very young, not a few years older than us. He didn't seem to be in a hurry about our unorganized and undisciplined behavior, and even a little unimpressed. He didn't bat at us like some teachers, nor did he nag at our mother-in-law like some teachers, but he played with us whenever he had time, playing basketball, volleyball, table tennis, and even bouncing glass balls.

At first, we didn't want him, because he was lame and slow. But we soon found out that he is good at playing to his strengths and avoiding weaknesses, although he can't run fast, but he knows how to play tactics. His shooting is even better, with a very high shooting rate, as long as he raises his hand, the ball flies into the basket as if he has eyes.

Whichever dial he plays, he wins. He's not lazy at all on the field, he's just sweating like us, and his vest is soaked. Soon, we fell in love with this lame big brother.

The school does not advocate students to play pinball, but Mr. Lin is open to us. He said: "Playing pinball is also a kind of exercise, at least it can exercise the flexibility of the fingers and the reflexes of the brain.

He often played pinball with us in the yard in front of the classroom. I heard that he was also criticized by the school for this, and we all felt that we couldn't go, and we regarded him as a confidant.

Mr. Lin is teaching geometry. He spoke very vividly, and it was a pleasure for us to listen to his class, which was very quiet, and no one talked nonsense. He asked us not to talk nonsense no matter which teacher we listened to, but sometimes we couldn't control ourselves.

Once, the teacher of the Chinese class was angry with us again. Teacher Lin came, and we knew that we were in trouble, so we all lowered our heads and waited for the trouble. Mr. Lin didn't blame us, he stood on the podium and said a word for a long time:

You're all so old and standing taller than me, it's time to be sensible. "We were ashamed of ourselves. He asked the class leader to apologize to the teacher on behalf of the class and invited him back to continue the lecture.

Since then, we have completely corrected the bad problem of indiscriminate speech in class, and our academic performance has improved greatly.

In the flick of a finger, these were forty years ago, and our group of naughty bags were grandfathers, but Mr. Lin's teaching method of overcoming rigidity with softness is something we will never forget.

Send it to him on QQ or send him an email.

Come and take a look at the old lady's house, the **** manager came to the house for a meeting, okay, let's take a look, cut he saw the specific house, the **** manager came to see the old sister, come to the holiday reward, and take a look.

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- Maybe spring will be old, maybe the flowers will be grateful, but you are with me for eternity. If I am a bird waiting to fly, then you are the wind that beats my wings; If I am a budding leaf, then you are the root that is buried deep in the earth. Oh, teacher, please pause for a moment the tip of your pen to correct your homework, please pause for a moment the pace of your hurried home visits, please pause for a moment your notes that are carefully preparing for class.

I want to say ...... to you

I'd like to say "I'm sorry" to you. You may have forgotten, but I can't. That Monday, I raised the red flag as a flag bearer without wearing a school uniform, and I didn't think much of it, but you reprimanded me for it.

I'm sad and feel like you've changed, you don't care about me anymore, you don't trust me anymore. The pain, the pain, has always been the pain, I can't forget, the pain like a needle piercing my heart. Therefore, I am "against you".

You pierced my inner world with your discerning eyes and said to me affectionately: "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood that day, but you have to remember to respect and love the red flag no matter where you enter." "I'm sorry", you said sorry to me!

Hate does not dare to stay in my heart anymore, but your words are deeply seared in my heart and can never erase ......

Time is like an arrow, now we are in the third year of junior high school, when you once again welcomed our group of children with affection, you must feel that the faces are no longer childish. Yes, we have grown up, and we are no longer the little girls who cry and laugh, and we are no longer the little boys who love to fight and make trouble. Seedlings absorb the sunshine and rain, coupled with the hard cultivation of laborers, how can they not sprout and grow, your teaching, we have never deviated, two years, we grew up in your tolerance, the last year I want to say to you:

Teacher, we have truly understood that 'do your own thing', you have worked hard, take a break. The big red banner at the entrance of the school "Warmly celebrates the 20th Teacher's Day" is so conspicuous, and I am ashamed that I did not prepare a gift for you, but I know that "respecting teachers does not have to give gifts". Tell you the words of your heart, share them with you with joy, and then add a sentence affectionately "Hello teacher!"

You're probably satisfied, because you've never asked us for anything. The wind that blows its wings, you know that the birds will fly high in the blue sky, and the roots that are buried deep in the earth, you can know that the young leaves will be more luxuriant. Oh, teacher, please pause for a moment the tip of your pen to correct your homework, please pause for a moment the pace of your hurried home visits, please pause for a moment your notes for serious lesson preparation, I want to say to you:

You are the wind, you are the root. ”

Hello! It's been a long time, I have a stomach of words I want to say to you, but I haven't had a chance, and I just finished my homework today, and I can't help it, so as soon as I pick up the pen, I want to vomit as soon as possible. In the book we often see that it says:

The students are the flowers in the garden, and the teachers are the hardworking gardeners." The moment I lifted the pen, your kind figure appeared in front of my eyes, so approachable. You get up early every day, every night when I fall asleep, you are carefully correcting our homework, every morning when the sky is bright, you have begun to prepare a new day's lesson plan, every weekend when I am sleeping, you are busy with your own household chores.

Teacher, you say, "Teacher, you have worked hard! ”。In the class, you are both a mother and a teacher.

You will always teach us how to be a good child with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, and how to be a useful pillar of society and the country when we grow up. When we encounter problems, you always take the trouble to carefully analyze and explain them for us. I remember one time, because I was careless in the final exam, I scored 82 points in the Chinese test.

After you know, I was called to the office after class, taught me attentively, helped me find the reason for my mistakes, and gave me a step-by-step in-depth analysis, explaining the wrong questions, in the final exam, I scored 90 points, and my classmates looked at me with envy, vying to ask me what was going on, and the Chinese score was raised? I proudly explain to them that the 90 points in bright red ink are not the result of your careful watering?! Teacher, you are our teacher, and your pure teachings have allowed me to enjoy them for a lifetime, and I will never be able to repay them.

Best regards! Your Students:

Seedling Cultivation Gardener Khan", teacher, your hard work has bred peach and plum all over the world; "Burning the core and turning the red candle into a candle", teacher, you are consuming your own hard work and lighting up the bright future of your students; "Add bricks and tiles to build Hillhouse", teacher, you use your engineer-like hands to weave the dreams of students' lives dexterously and wisely; Teacher, you use your enthusiasm and dedication to carry the grand banner of preaching and solving doubts.

Dear teacher, It is you who make me bathe in the spring breeze of education, revel in the ocean of knowledge, and when I have even a little bit of achievement, I will remember your earnest teachings. On September 10th, this festival that belongs to you, please accept the blessings sent to you by the students, and wish you good health, smooth work, and happiness in the world.

Everyone has the experience of being a teacher in their life, which is the time and time in life, the help in success, the warning after failure, the reminder when they are proud, and the encouragement again and again when they are disappointed. A life without the teacher's teachings is incomplete, and it will not be a successful and smooth life, these teachings may have made us puzzled and resistant, and even made us cry and sad, but after the tempering of time, when we grow up, when we are reasonable, we think about the past, we feel admiration and respect for the teacher's teachings, and feel guilty and ridiculous about our past thoughts.