The composition of the grateful teacher in the sixth grade is 1. The teacher is a hard gardener, working day and night for our motherland, and his hair is white. Tired and dark stubble. The teacher has done so much for us. Shouldn't we repay them? Respect for teachers is the most important thing, especially respect for teachers' work. Teaching is a hard and meticulous mental work, and teachers have devoted a lot of time and energy to it. Teachers should carefully design each lesson plan, carefully teach each lesson and carefully correct each assignment. Teachers' work is hard. We should understand the characteristics and hardships of teachers' work and respect their work.
I remember one time, you couldn't make a sound, didn't take good care of yourself at home, but came to school to teach us. Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless and the most sacred. I can't help hearing your hoarse voice in class. My heart hurts like a needle. Suddenly, my disappointed tears flowed down like beans. You came up to me and asked me kindly, "Xinyu, what's the matter?" Why are you crying? Is something wrong? " In order to make the teacher stop worrying about me, I said, "I'm fine, teacher." Careless. You should protect yourself and don't be exhausted. " The teacher may have been moved by me and shed tears.
"Come with a heart, not a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of teachers' tireless teaching and selfless dedication. This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, and urges every student to realize his own pursuit and reach the ideal teacher on the other side. I will always remember you! Great teacher.
People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. The teacher gave us the sunshine of wisdom and guided us to walk on the sunshine road of life. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school will pass. Looking back, I am still immersed in Teacher Shi's class at the moment, because I can't forget the teacher's humor and the teacher's inculcation.
I remember last semester, I bought a computer and installed broadband at home. In those days, I was addicted to computers. Whenever I am halfway through my homework, I always think about all kinds of games in the computer, find all kinds of excuses to turn on the computer and play as much as I can. The next morning, I came to class with a nervous mood, confused again and again, and the scene reappeared again and again. Until then, my homework was completely blank and you found me. You call me out first and ask me why. You told me a lot of profound truths, "What will you do after you are addicted to computers now?" "You should study hard now, and you will be better in the future ..." These truths are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I have never committed such an incident again. You saved me from the abyss.
Since we followed you in this class, you have always put a lot of thought into this class every day. The girls' toilet next to our class stinks, but under your leadership, students often clean it, and the smell and dirt in it are gone. Every Monday, Vice President Liu always praises the sanitary area of our class-the girls' toilet is clean and there is no smell. This is all due to Teacher Shi. The tile floor before class is spotless every day. Many teachers pass by the gate of our class and always praise them. Our teacher Shi deserves to be an expert in teaching management.
Every time I see the kind face of the teacher and listen to her humorous and lifelike class, I feel a warm current pouring into my heart. I want to thank my teacher for educating me and leading our class to become an advanced class.
Some people say, "Teachers are the most glorious profession in the world." Yes! It was the teacher who nurtured my sapling, which was about to wither, but now it is thriving.
I said to the teacher from the bottom of my heart, "thank you, teacher!" "
Sixth-grade grateful teacher composition 3 Learn to be grateful before you can go to society. In my life, there are many people to be grateful. First of all, I want to thank my teacher.
There is a famous saying: "once a teacher, always a father." Even if you teach me for just one minute, I won't forget your teaching. If I am a flower, then you are the thread that silently supports me. If I am an immature seed, then you are the breath of spring.
The years have been inadvertently blown away by the north wind. It has been six years in a blink of an eye, and we are about to graduate. When I leave, I want to thank you first. I can't forget your sunny enthusiasm and your kindness to students. Your teachings are like a bright lamp, which let me find my way home in the dark. Give me encouragement and strength when I am sad and confused.
Think back to how headstrong I was when I was first assigned to your class. Once, I got a hundred points in math. I'm so proud. When some students ask questions, I either hit them or laugh at them. During that time, my classmates alienated me. Sometimes, I even dare to contradict you. You were angry and severely criticized me in front of the whole class. Afterwards, you called me outside the corridor, and the earnest words made me suddenly realize, you said; "Kang Xuan, a person, if because of a little achievement, is satisfied, conceited, this is the beginning of backwardness. People should be confident, but not too conceited. Being too conceited will affect your life. Castle peak outside the mountain, castle peak outside the building. In fact, helping others is also a kind of happiness. " Great, teacher. Without your original teaching, I wouldn't have achieved today.
Later I also found out how fair you are. You never discriminate against poor students, nor do you favor good grades. You treat everyone equally. In every class, you always try your best to give every student a chance to answer questions. Sometimes, the poor students in front are right, so let's give them the warmest applause. As long as they make a little progress, you will be happier than anyone else. In the sixth grade, we began to live on campus. You study for us at night, in the wind and in the rain. Dear teacher, thank you very much. You often come to the dormitory, tell us some common sense of physical health and teach me how to love myself. Teacher, how much we love you! You are both a strict teacher and a loving mother. Grateful teacher.
Teacher, we will graduate in a few days. You asked if we would forget you and why not. In the days of getting along. From you, we learned kindness, confidence, tolerance and how to face difficulties. We won't forget you, no matter how high and far we fly, there will be a miss in the deepest part of our hearts, for you. Please let us tidy up the podium for you.
Please let us tidy up the podium for you and wipe the chairs you often sit in, so that they are spotless every day. Please let us clean the place where you are standing. Please let us send you a flashlight to illuminate your way home on the night of your self-study. Once again, with our sincere blessing, we will correct another pile of homework when we are about to leave.
Teacher, you are really like a candle, illuminating us, but burning yourself; You hold us high with one pair of hands, and it is you who are tired. Although I don't know what you are thinking, I deeply understand that you love us, our learning atmosphere, this classroom and this job. ...
Dear teacher, thank you for your care and education over the years. We will always keep you in mind.
Sixth grade grateful teacher composition 4 grass, open the door of spring; Flowers, open in summer; Fruitful, open the door of autumn; Leng Xue, open in winter; Teacher, open the door of wisdom.
Some people say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Some people say that teachers are like bright lights, guiding us in the direction when we are confused; Some people say that teachers are like a shot in the arm, giving us motivation and courage to move forward when we are facing setbacks and difficulties. Yes! Our beloved teacher pays selflessly, expecting our students to achieve excellent results and make contributions to society.
Teachers, although they have children, pay more attention to us. Every day when I go home, the children are sleeping, and every day when I go to work, the children are still sleeping. Talking about every teacher's experience will make people move. In the office, teachers work hard to prepare lessons and make teaching plans better. Under the light, the teacher is correcting homework meticulously, and the silver wire mixed with black hair shines in the light. Teacher, you are the warmest sun in our hearts! You are the brightest sun in our hearts. "Come with a heart, not a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of teachers' tireless teaching and selfless dedication.
The teacher's love is "extraordinary" and selfless. This kind of love gives us warmth and strength. Encourage every student to constantly realize his pursuit and reach the other side of the ideal.
The sixth grade grateful teacher's composition The fifth article talks about our teacher Yuan, and 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. I know you will. You don't need to answer 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!
Friday, a day that most students are looking forward to. Why? Because Friday is the rest day, you can play.
On Friday, many things happened on this day, so I picked the most interesting ones and wrote them down.
When I got up for class this morning, Wang Chang pulled me and asked me to design the blackboard. I said what blackboard to design. The blackboard on Teachers' Day. I hurried to design. After the design was finished, we all hid behind the classroom. Chen Siyu calls Mr. Che and Mr. Yao. We rushed from behind and shouted "Happy Teachers' Day" with one voice. A burst of thunderous applause sounded. Teacher Zhu passed by our class and saw how busy it was. He came in and took some photos for us.
We also sent flowers to the teachers, some to Mr Che and some to Mr Yao.
From the bottom of my heart, although Mr. Yao is a new student in our class, he knows that our class is very poor. He treats everyone of us very seriously and carefully. I'm glad Mr. Yao joined us, became one of us and walked with us.
I think it's the last year. No matter which teacher wants us to get into a good middle school, so let Mr. Yao, Mr. Che and Mr. Guo accompany us through the last year of our primary school career.
Dear teacher Liu, thank you for your motherly teaching over the past year. Let me gradually move from ignorance to maturity. When I fell, you taught me how to stand up; When I failed, you taught me how to learn lessons; When I was proud, you also taught me how to keep my feet on the ground ... how unforgettable these little things are in retrospect!
Once in the final exam, I won the honor of "Four Good Teenagers" and was extremely happy. It is your hard teaching that has made me achieve such good results, and I sincerely thank you. But since I got four good teenagers, I have been proud and impetuous for a long time. I often can't concentrate in class. It is your eyes that suggest again and again that I should not be absent-minded in class. You asked me to answer questions and concentrate on class. Slowly, I began to correct my learning attitude, stopped being distracted in class and learned to study hard step by step.
These are all a small part of your love for me, and you can't teach them all in a few words. People say that teachers are engineers of the human soul; The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.
The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.
The sixth grade grateful teacher's composition Article 8 "Learn to keep spinning spring silkworms and make candles to light the way." For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. In her painstaking efforts and selfless dedication, how many flowers of the motherland have become the pillars of Kyushu Huaxia! Who knows how much sweat and tears it contains? Perhaps the teacher's white hair and wrinkles are the best witness.
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 father to go to school. Gradually, gradually to the day of parting, we are about to leave the campus, leaving the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and there are thousands of feelings in our hearts. Don't give up, my teacher! -Walking into the campus, it seems that our laughter is still rippling on the playground. In the classroom, it seems that you can still see Mr. Shi wearing a microphone and holding a textbook on the podium. We can also hear teacher Shi's beautiful lectures and her innocent laughter. The smell of the teacher still seems to remain in the air. I still remember that when Mr. Shi took over our class in the fifth grade, grades became our biggest problem-exams always came last. You have racked your brains for this, and even thought about going to bed if you can't eat well. Talk to the poor students several times, maybe you moved us. We finally got rid of the last tail in that final exam. It's all because of your success! I still remember you dancing like a child and making us laugh.
I still remember last year, under your leadership, we went to the nursing home to express our condolences to the old people: playing the piano, singing in chorus and performing sketches ... the old people all laughed happily. They kept calling you "Bodhisattva", and then I learned that it is you who bring your students here to see the old man every year. At the school sports meeting, you were busy planning things, setting up the venue, buying American ginseng for athletes, and asking the composition group to write a small broadcast of the sports meeting-you didn't stop for a moment, and you were busy for nearly two hours without even drinking a glass of water. That's very conscientious. The track and field competition began, and we all stood on both sides of the runway watching and counting. Maybe we felt embarrassed or timid, but no one shouted "Come on". You see, you put down your work and joined us. Immediately, passionate voices broke out in the crowd. "Come on!" I followed the sound and saw, ah, it was you! You are blushing with your cheek, cheering for the athletes. At that time, the atmosphere on the field was so warm that even the students in other classes were infected. The school sports meeting was over, and we won the first place in the total score of the group. I think that this first place has your "refueling credit"! These are the precious memories you gave us!
Speaking of which, I'm a little ashamed. I have been in Class 4, Grade 6 for almost two years. I have made no contribution to the class, but I always worry you. I still remember when you first picked me up, I saw that you were very gentle, so you didn't do your homework and deserted in class. Your words go in one ear and out the other, and you still do whatever you want. Finally, once, you called my parents, and I burst into tears in front of you, determined to turn over a new leaf and stop being willful. This time, I started to talk and be your little helper. You lost me. Teacher, thank you for your teaching. I will never forget it.
Thank you, my teacher.
Grateful teacher's composition Nine teachers in the sixth grade are like hardworking gardeners. Standing in front of the flower bed all day, tirelessly watering the flowers of the motherland, doing their duties in obscurity. Teacher, you are doing your work in a down-to-earth and loyal manner. Like a strict aesthete, you brush away every stain on the flower branches without mercy, turning your life's hard work into thousands of glittering and translucent water drops and selflessly sprinkling them on the flowers.
I remember when I was in primary school, I was copied three times by the class teacher Huang after school in the afternoon because I didn't do my homework seriously, and I didn't finish it until after six o'clock. After copying, Mr. Huang talked to me, and I realized that the teacher asked me to copy three times not to punish me, but to learn this lesson, finish my homework carefully and not to do it again. In fact, the teacher can go home at 5: 20 and go to bed early, but he won't go home until 6 o'clock because he is waiting for me. I can't help feeling very guilty when I think about this.
For the brilliant and beautiful flowers of the motherland, you abandoned the splendor of the world, like a kind old man, guarding the flowers for many years, and like peanuts, never showing yourself. You are a candle. In order to illuminate us, but let your life burn silently, you have created a perfect image with your own actions. You are really good gardeners, and you are "engineers of the human soul"!
10 the sixth grade grateful teacher's composition time flies, and the sun flies. In a blink of an eye, I was already a twelve-year-old girl. More than half of this time was spent in school. It was the teacher who changed me from a crying child into a knowledgeable teenager. Here, I want to say to all the teachers who have educated me: You have worked hard! Thank you teacher!
I remember that three years in kindergarten was my most naughty time, and you: Miss Yang, hold me and coax me. You pay twice as much attention to me as others. I call you mom in my sleep. With longing for primary school life, I walked into the gate of primary school. It's you: talking about teachers, working hard to teach us to read and speak every day. Slowly, we entered the senior grade, and the study task became more and more arduous. It is you, Mr. Xiao, who accompanied us to walk around the campus after class, adding another vitality to our after-school life. In retrospect, there are tears, because in another month, we will leave our teachers who have educated us for many years and our alma mater. Teacher, although you are a little sad and worried, you said, "You have all grown up, just like a bird with hard wings, it can fly very high." You can't always be my little tail! "
Teacher, in short, a thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Thank you, teacher, and I wish you good health!" " "