It's late at night, and I'm still watching the stars in the sky by the window, which reminds me of my infinite yearning every time. But tonight, I have a lot of thoughts, and a familiar figure emerges in my mind. He is my second-grade head teacher, Mr. Song Delong. Teacher Song likes poetry. Under his influence, all our classmates like to recite and write poems.
Teacher Song's poems are picturesque. Every time we have a Chinese class, we are very excited. We can not only appreciate Mr. Song's poems, but also roam freely in the ocean of poems. I prefer to fly freely in the sky of poetry and walk leisurely in the garden of poetry. I don't know when I became obsessed with poetry. I write it down as soon as I have inspiration. Teachers pay special attention to the study of poetry and prose.
He has always said that ancient poetry is our ancient literature and art in China, and it is also a bright treasure of our traditional culture in China. He also told us that the advantages of reading people, life, wisdom and life in classical poetry outweigh the disadvantages. Listen, our classroom heard it again: Yan Zhenqing's "Persuade Learning" and "Reading in a hurry, Swimming is interesting" echoed each other and resounded throughout the campus. The recitation king and the teacher are talking about poetry again.
Teacher Song often studies poetry with us and scrutinizes the artistic conception in poetry. He has repeatedly stressed that we should learn poetry well and never take it lightly. Look, people are writing poems again, Sasha. Soon, a poem came out
Teacher Song showed a bright smile on her face and flew to everyone like a child. Cao Jialin said excitedly, read ... a quick glance, and everyone is quietly enjoying this wonderful moment. The teacher's voice rang again: I am alone/walking/dark in front/dark behind ... Teacher Song taught me the skills and methods of reading and writing poems. Under his guidance, I read many classical poems, recited some ancient poems and read some modern poems in my spare time.
So I wrote my first poem-the wind. After being praised by the teacher, it was out of control and forty or fifty poems were born one after another. Teacher, you are like a key, which opens the door of dreams for me and makes me fly high; Teacher, you are like an industrious gardener, watering our budding flowers with rain and dew; Teacher, you are the sea, and we are free fish, swimming in your arms ... You helped me and led me along the way, and I feel happy and lucky. Teacher, I sincerely thank you for your contribution and your concern and love for me.
I will keep your kindness in mind, and finally say: Teacher, you have worked hard!
Thank you for your composition after graduation from the sixth grade. Miss Li! Thank you for your years of teaching. You have brought me countless knowledge. I really appreciate you. You broke my heart and taught me a lot. I really appreciate you.
I still remember that in the first grade, I was not very good at reading and writing. You helped me seriously and spent a lot of time teaching me. I still remember when I was in the first grade, you encouraged me even more. I still remember that under the guidance of your mainstay, Yu Lefeng and I got to know many words, but there are probably more than forty words that we can't. Under your guidance, we have learned at least thirty kinds.
Without your teaching, I think my Chinese score might be six or seven points less than it is now! My handwriting looks twice as good because of you. No! I can't say twice, but there are three or four times. My handwriting used to be big and thick, of course it didn't look good. Now my calligraphy is at a medium level. It can be said that my handwriting is progressing in a straight line. Miss Li, I really appreciate your teaching me.
Teacher Yan, I am very grateful to you, too. You made me interested in learning, let me speak actively in class, help me secretly, help me practice, and help me improve. You tell me your personal experience. You didn't study very well when you were a child, but you worked hard in junior high school. You reviewed at night and got up early in the morning. If you don't understand, ask the teacher. Your research suddenly flew to Meng Jing.
You study very hard. You can save time by eating at noon. After eating, you go to review. You are never absent-minded in class. Listen carefully, all of you, and say that you should be proud when you are in the first grade. So your grades plummeted that year, as if to say to me, don't be proud. You said that your grades were not so good when you were in primary school, but through hard work, your study gradually got better.
Although I don't know if this is teacher Yan's white lie, I feel confident all over, as if I have a source of strength in my heart. I said in my heart, it's okay to start badly. As long as you work hard in the future, you will get better. Your words make me feel that another powerful force is about to break out, and you make me more confident in my study.
Teacher Yan, I can't express my gratitude to you.
Teacher Zhang, although I have only known you for two years, I am full of gratitude and disrespect for you. Remember that time in fourth grade? I got a C in knowledge and ability training, but I did badly in the exam. You called my father here, but you didn't say angrily. But you told me slowly and methodically that I can't be so impetuous anymore. I want to calm down and do it seriously, don't be careless, and say, "Dabao, your 100% is capable. You see, you always do it, but "I memorized everything my eight teachers said." From then on, I began to write carefully, and my carelessness gradually decreased.
Miss Li and Miss Zhang, I really want to thank you. At the same time, I'm sorry I didn't add a little light to you. I apologize to you here, and I swear I will get better and better.
Graduation from the sixth grade thanks to the teacher's composition 3 "Whenever I think of you, my dear good teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart. Cultivate a new generation of hardworking gardeners. The light is still on in the middle of the night today, and you are burying your head in writing a textbook, and the tall figure is reflected on your window ... "Whenever I hear this song, I think of my Chinese teacher, Miss Chen. Teacher Chen is a good teacher who loves his job and is full of love.
Teacher Chen's language in class is accurate and vivid, her intonation is cadence, her emotions are real and touching, and her class is as attractive as a magnet. When we listen to teacher Chen's class, no matter how difficult the knowledge is, as long as she gives us a guidance, we can always master it in a cheerful atmosphere. We like Mr. Chen's Chinese class very much. I remember one time, teacher Chen came and gave us a lecture on Guilin Landscape.
Teacher Chen said: "Please listen to the teacher's reading aloud, expand your imagination and enjoy the landscape of Guilin together. The water in the Lijiang River is really quiet-ah, so quiet that you can't feel it flowing ... "We listened and thought, and it felt like boating in the Lijiang River with our teacher and enjoying the clear water of the Lijiang River. After listening to teacher Chen's reading aloud, we have unconsciously mastered the characteristics of Lijiang River. Then, she led us to "watch" the mountains in Guilin carefully.
Every vivid word and every accurate and interesting gesture of Mr. Chen painted a breathtaking and wonderful landscape of Guilin in front of us! Even the most naughty students in the class listened with relish, thinking and imagining ... Teacher Chen still has a kind heart. I remember once, I had a high fever and my head was very hot. My classmate told the teacher about it. After the teacher knew this, he rushed to ask me and told me to drink more water. She also asked me to call my mother and ask her to pick me up. Seeing my expression of not wanting to go home, the teacher comforted me and said, "It's all right. Your health is very important. Have a good rest. Don't worry, I won't let you fall behind in class. "
"The teacher's words are like a thin warm current that flows into my heart and makes me feel kind and happy. Teacher! You are the sunshine in the morning! Take care of us young green grass! It is said that we are the flowers of the motherland, but without your sowing and watering, we will eventually wither; It is said that we are the hope of the motherland, but without your teaching and care, hope will eventually be disillusioned! Thank you! My good teacher!
I graduated from the sixth grade and thanked the teacher for his composition. This is a portrayal of selfless dedication known as spring silkworms and candles since ancient times.
I remember reading such a poem in a book that "silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night". This poem is used to describe a person who is as selfless as a teacher. I don't know when flowers will bloom. Quietly, quietly, our 2 1 century successor came to this world. Slowly, slowly, they reached school age and pestered their parents to go to school. We will never forget how happy and happy we are for the first time in our lives. It turned out that the teacher's kind smile and gentle words played a beautiful music like a happy note, which made us crazy. But this happiness is short-lived. After all, we stayed in the honey pot for many years, and all of a sudden we lost our parents' love and our reliable big hands when something went wrong. We must face everything by ourselves. At this time, we have no ability, so the teacher will temporarily replace our parents, love us, help us, and let us survive better in this society. In this way, the teacher planted the fire of happiness in our hearts, and our crisp and loud voice sounded from time to time on campus. What a kind of happiness that is!
Therefore, all the happiness we feel is caused by the teacher's love. The teacher pinned all her hopes on us. In this way, we painstakingly train our teachers to trudge on this road of knowledge and teach us how to be a man and how to do things. When we feel the charm of knowledge, they are urging: students, don't forget to forge ahead; When we fail in our studies, they are encouraging: success begins with failure; When we are sad, they are comforting: Come on, classmates! What unforgettable days!
You, the glorious people's teacher, taught us how to face difficulties, how to feel life, how to cherish happiness and how to develop ourselves. Not only did you take us swimming in the ocean of knowledge, but more importantly, you taught us to be grateful to others. These dribs and drabs, touching scenes, embellish our life wonderfully and beautifully, and also consolidate our memories unforgettable. Teacher, you are the eternal Big Dipper in the vast night sky, illuminating our way forward, pointing out the direction for us and not taking detours. I am a graduating student now, and I will leave this school that has nurtured us for six years in a few months. Isn't that six years ago, in that beautiful winter, I entered school?
Six years later, did you leave that "beautiful" summer? How many happy and childlike memories we have left here, but ... time will not stay, nor will those who should give up, but I believe that our alma mater and teachers will not turn yellow in my memory with time! ! Let's say "thank you" to the teachers here.
Graduation from the sixth grade thanks to the teacher's composition 5 Speaking of our teacher Yuan, I am very grateful to her. Because she cares about me not only in her studies, but also in her life.
Once, Zhang Yuxin asked me to help her collect her Chinese homework and send it to the teacher's office. When I arrived at the office, Teacher Yuan said, "Thank you!" When I said you're welcome, the teacher found that I didn't speak as fluently as before and asked what was going on. I said, "I have a bubble in my mouth." Teacher Yuan looked at it and said to me, "Let your mother take you to the hospital after the break!" " "Later, my mother said," Look how much your teacher Yuan cares about you! " "
I don't speak actively at ordinary times, for one thing, my voice is low, and for another, I'm afraid of answering wrong. Later, in a Chinese class, Teacher Yuan asked us to answer questions. Actually, I will, but I'm afraid to raise my hand. I hesitated, but I still didn't raise my hand. Maybe the teacher saw my hesitation and gave me a smile and said, "It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong, be bold." Looking into Miss Yuan's smiling eyes, I raised my hand in a low voice. Teacher Yuan asked me to answer the question, and there is no doubt that the answer is correct. Later, the teacher asked the whole class to applaud me and encourage me! Now, although I am not a "professional speaker", as soon as the teacher asks questions, I think of the smiling eyes of Teacher Yuan that day, and my little hand is raised much higher. Sometimes the teacher didn't let me answer, I would say to my mother, "I raised my hand, and the teacher didn't let me answer the question!" " "
Mom said, "If you raise your hand, the teacher can see it, and I know you will without answering questions. You can't always answer! You have to give other students a chance to answer, right? " The teacher not only cares about my study and life, but also gives my mother a lot of help in education. My mother sometimes calls me Miss Yuan when she thinks I am disobedient. I eavesdropped, listening to my mother's tone change from anger to tenderness. I really want to say, "if the teacher has a way, my mother will only nag!" " "Now, my mother is much better than before, and she doesn't often lose her temper.
Look, this is my head teacher, my Chinese teacher, and my beloved Miss Yuan. Thank you for growing up with me!