Happy Teacher s Day Essay 600 10

Students, do you know what day it is? Let me tell you! Today is Teacher's Day.

Today, each of our classmates gave a gift to the teacher. Teachers are hard-working gardeners, and we are the flowers of the motherland! I firmly believe that we have learned something to lighten the wrinkles on the faces of our gardeners and make them evergreen with a sincere smile!

The French writer Victor Hugo once wrote in his poem, "Flowers are noble, fruits are sweet, let us all be leaves, because leaves are strict and humble." "The teacher is the leaf of silent dedication, and we are the budding new buds, the teacher teaches us knowledge, enrich ourselves, just like the green leaves protect the new buds, looking forward to us blooming. You are the candle of selfless dedication, lighting a fire for the children at night to guide the way, the spring silkworm to the end of the silkworm, the candle to ashes and tears to dry.

You have burned yourself without hesitation, emitting all the heat, all the light, all the energy, even if you melt away the short life, but no matter how you give to illuminate the way of life for the children, it is worth it.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not enough for your dedication, poetry praises, and praise for you! You are the most competent gardener, adding beauty to the splendid mountains and rivers of the motherland, you are the most timely spring rain, moisturizing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrant flowers. I wish the greatest and most respectable teachers in the world a happy holiday, good health, and all the best!

I'm also in the sixth grade. 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!