Singing the praises of teachers
What is the most sacred duty of a doctor, a scientist or a star... I wonder if you have heard of such a story: Once upon a time, there was a king who specially made a The highest medal should be awarded to a person who has made the greatest contribution. After the news spread, his ministers, generals, and famous domestic scientists, writers, and actors all hoped to receive this award. But the king gave it to a primary school teacher. Because whether they are scientists, doctors, or kings, they have all been educated by teachers. Drink water and think of the source, don’t forget your roots! I think you must have found the answer like me now.
Some people say that when a person leaves, everything about him disappears as he goes away. Is this true? Although she has been separated from us for three years, the days when I laughed and cried with her before seem to be right in front of me, so clear. Because she always asks for less from students and gives more.
She is my elementary school teacher-Teacher Yuan. She is of medium build, slightly thin, with free and short hair, and a few wrinkles have quietly crawled onto her face. She dresses simply and always likes to wear that blue plaid coat, but she is still neat and elegant. I saw the word simplicity in her.
Some people say that the teacher is like a gardener; others say that the teacher is like a candle; but I think she is more like a piece of chalk. She shortened her body and paved the road to knowledge for us. She is always working silently on the blackboard, sowing the seeds of knowledge for us.
She is a bit "weird". The path of classmates is sometimes said to be short, sometimes it is said to be short. I thought to myself, could the journey also become magical?
I remember it was an evening with heavy rain. Xu Qicong from our class got a fever because he didn't pay attention to it. After seeing a doctor, it still didn't help, and I kept lying on the desk weakly. Seeing that it was time for school to end, the students had all left one after another. At this time, the teacher came to him and said, "I will take you home." "But my home is really too far away." But without saying a word, she helped Xu Qicong onto the bicycle. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the road is getting muddy. She looked a little struggling. She was afraid that Xu Qicong would catch another drop of rain, so she let him put on the only raincoat she had, while she walked forward in the rain. The rain ravaged her mercilessly, and every corner of her clothes was baptized by the rain. She persisted like this for half an hour, but she said: "Not far, not far."
It was also the first time The next morning, we learned that Teacher Yuan’s daughter had sprained her foot and was admitted to the hospital. The whole class guessed that she might not come to class. But she still came with a smile as usual. After class, we persuaded her to go see her daughter, but she said: "It's a long way to go back and forth." At this moment, the whole class fell silent, and seemed to understand something. During this time, she never missed a class.
Sometimes she is a bit "silly". The school will send a teacher to Guilin to teach. Maybe it was because few teachers signed up for various reasons, but she wrote her name without hesitation. Before she left, she said something I will never forget: "I can't bear to leave you, but I know the students there need me more."
In terms of study, she is like a tour guide, leading us on the journey. Wandering in the orchard of knowledge, picking the fruits of autumn, tasting the joy of success, the juice nourishes our thirsty hearts for knowledge; when encountering difficulties, she is like a big sister, holding our little hands and climbing over the mountains together. Ling; when we make mistakes, she will always use her hard work and her gentleness to once again wash away the dust in every student's heart. She is truly worthy of being an engineer of the human soul!
In fact, there are many good teachers like her who work hard for their students, day after day, year after year. I don’t know how much sweat they have shed for us, and I don’t know how many wrinkles they have added to us, until there is snow on the temples. With their meager wages, they let the students step onto the podium on their shoulders, but without any regrets. They performed extraordinary deeds in ordinary positions.
The birds want to sing the spring breeze, the flowers want to sing the sun, but I want to sing the praises of this glorious people’s teacher.
Praise the teacher
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, always burning the fire of life, always full of vitality and vitality. Isn’t this candle very similar to the one in What about a person around us who is worthy of our admiration? He tells us the principles of life in class; he is our good friend after class. If our classmates encounter problems that we don’t understand, she will patiently teach us. Yes, he is our teacher. "The candle is always reminding us For us, we must always consider others." This may be what the teacher often says!
How many "pearls" has the teacher dropped for us in the past year? And what about us? But she often made her angry. I felt really sad and regretful: I, a middle school student, did not work hard wholeheartedly.
Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us and worked hard without complaining; you took us into the ocean of knowledge, traveled there, and made us understand the fun of books; you prepared lessons carefully and tasted the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; it's you, it's you! You are like a red candle, devoting all your light and heat to the future generations! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words: ——Burn! Keep burning! You are like a talking bird, giving us lectures, so colorful, every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a colorful world. A new world...
Teacher, you once said: You have to walk the road by yourself, so I started to pursue my dream. How many times have I tried hard, how many times have I failed, and how many times have I stood up. Thank you. A good teacher in life! Year after year, through ups and downs, you have worked hard for us. Please accept my deep gratitude and passionate love for you. Your shadow is imprinted in my mind. You hold the red candle in your hand high, light it in my heart, hang it high above our heads, let it burn your poetry and passion, let it illuminate your heart and journey, let it ignite your Wit and vitality, let your perseverance and love rise! You hold the red candle high and illuminate my life. You are willing to burn every inch of your body and let us gain the beating youth of life. Sublimating in the candlelight and rushing in the bright red of blood, it is precisely because you are a teacher that I have no regrets about turning your temples white with chalk gray. As long as your hope can illuminate our way forward, you would rather turn yourself into dust. The plain three-foot podium is the stage of your life.
Because of your love, you perform your life affectionately. Because of your persistence, you write down your hope with a smile and erase the utilitarianism. With love, I can bear to see the ripe peaches flowing out and the plum blossom branches withered. Because of my persistence, I choose to fill the world with poems and paintings. Why are "pearls" always full in your eyes? Because you have a deep love for us throughout your life.
On this special day, I want to say to you, teacher: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" I hope you will be healthier and happier in the days to come!