Thank you teacher for the article 500 words .

Teacher, three years have passed quietly. Maybe I've given you a headache, maybe I've made you worry, maybe I've made you comfortable, maybe I've made you proud......No matter what, you will always be my beloved teacher. You may not remember me, but I will always remember your teachings.

Time flies, and when we break up, I know how deep our teacher-student relationship is, and I believe that our friendship in the past three years can be condensed into a cup of tea to help us expel what we have in our hearts. , I believe that our friendship can exist in our hearts, will not disappear because of time, the sea memory confidant, if the end of the world is next to each other, although we will be scattered at the ends of the earth in the future, I believe that our friendship, like a bright pearl, illuminates our hearts!

Teachers are the spark that ignites the fire in the hearts of students; Teachers are stone steps, bearing the students' step-by-step upward climbing.

You are like a candle, though weak, but it has a bit of heat, a bit of light, illuminates others, and depletes 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 preciousness of fireflies lies in using the lamp hanging at the back of the tail to shine on others; Your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who sowed the rain and dew on the earth? Who is the one who nurtures the seedlings? It's you, Teacher, that you're a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your effort, which one does not have your smile!

When I say the word "thank you", I think of the song "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window". "The stars are shining quietly in the middle of the night, the teacher's room is bright all night, whenever I gently walk in front of your window, the bright light shines on my heart, ah whenever I think of you, dear good teacher, a warm current stirs ...... heart”

Without sunlight, there would be no growth of all things; Without rain and dew, there will be no fragrance of flowers; Without parents, there would be no life; But without the teachings of our teachers, there would be no progress and growth for us, so I would like to thank my teachers.

You are like a diligent gardener, carefully nurturing the flowers of the motherland so that they thrive. Teacher, I thank you, you are like a golden key that leads us to the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you, you are like spring rain, sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

Teacher, I thank you, you are like a street lamp, illuminating us to move forward bravely. Teacher, I thank you for being like a boatman who pulled us across the rapids. Teacher, I thank you for warming people's hearts like firelight, and your words as soft as a drizzle of rain penetrate my heart and nourish my heart.

The teacher is you who have raised us from an ignorant child to a well-rounded student, and how much hard work and sweat the teacher has condensed here! Without you, we wouldn't have progressed. Teacher, it is you who give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome, and let us move forward bravely.

As the saying goes: "A teacher for one day, a father for life, thank the teacher for 500 words." The ancients sought teachers and "tasted hundreds of miles away". It shows how important teachers are to us.

I have lived in school for nine years since I first stepped into the school, and I have met many teachers, but I have never blushed with a teacher, because I know the greatness of the teacher's love, and I know that the teacher's kindness and affection cannot be repaid.

I still remember just entering the first grade, when I was a babbling child, I stepped into the school gate with curiosity and wonderful fantasies, and met the first teacher in my life. At that time, I was always full of curiosity, and I always kept asking the teacher some questions that seem silly now, but the teacher never got bored, always patiently and carefully explained every "esoteric" question to me, and told me beautiful "stories", that kind of intimacy, just like a baby snuggling in his mother's arms and listening to stories. He gave me the principles of being a man, and gave me the truth of life, although it was always very confused to listen, like listening to the book of heaven, but now I have benefited a lot from recalling, I am really grateful to her, the teacher's kindness can not be repaid, only this teacher will always be remembered in my heart!

With gratitude and nostalgia for my teacher, I entered the second grade and met a new teacher. At 9 years old, I am no longer as cute and childish as I am in first grade. For the teachers, there is a new sense of gratitude, grateful to them for imparting our knowledge, grateful to them for correcting our homework in the middle of the night every day, this gratitude can not be repaid, only the teacher's love will always be remembered!

With this feeling of gratitude, I went all the way to the fifth grade, I was about to graduate from elementary school, I was about to take a step forward in my life, and my teachers were about to leave me, and I was grateful to them. There is no way to repay the teacher's kindness, only to make them proud of me and happy for me with excellent results, and their kindness will always be in my heart!

With curiosity about the new teacher and nostalgia for the old teacher, I stepped into the middle school. After entering middle school, I got to know different teachers, and at the same time, these different teachers taught me to be strict with myself, and also made me understand the true meaning of the teaching profession.

The middle school teachers no longer laugh with us in class all day, they are very serious and strict with us. There are countless questions waiting for us every day, and countless criticisms surround us every day, but I know that this is for our good, and it is these teachers who have made me who I am today.

Soon we will take the high school entrance examination, and soon we will say goodbye to the teachers, although we are not together, but our teachers and students will always be together!

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, the teacher's affection will last forever, and it will always be remembered in my heart!!