Teachers’ Day is not a traditional Chinese festival, so there are different celebrations in various places every year, without a unified and fixed form. Below I have collected and compiled "Essays about Teachers' Day" for everyone. Welcome to read and learn from them!

Essay about Teachers' Day 1

"Dong--Dong--Dong" one The pendulum clock has struck twelve o'clock. At this time, most people fell asleep and went on vacation. But Hong Chen couldn't fall asleep while leaning on the bedside:

Alas, tomorrow is Teachers' Day. The students have prepared exquisite gifts, even Li Jia, the most difficult person in the class, has also prepared them. A small gift. What should I give? Alas... Hong Chen fell asleep unconsciously as he was thinking about it...

Suddenly, Hong Chen woke up suddenly. She looked at the clock, oh, it was only 4 o'clock, it was not yet dawn, and the night sky was still dark. But Hong Chen couldn't sleep...

Hong Chen had no choice but to get up in the dark. What should he send? Greeting cards? Oh, no! Many people send greeting cards. So, what about an oil painting? Cough! No time! Flowers?! Oh my God! So many students send flowers, it’s a bit too vulgar! So what should I give?! It can’t be vulgar and it has to be given in a short time. Make gifts for teachers. What are you giving?!

Hey! That’s right! Aren’t you good at origami? Then, fold a heart-shaped paper and give it to the teacher! It’s best to write your blessings and wishes for the teacher inside. My apology - I couldn't buy a gift for her.

Oh, no, no. A piece of letter paper, quite cold. Hey, I can fold a few more flowers!

That’s right! That’s it! Although the quantity is relatively large, but with my good literary talent and skilled skills, I will probably complete this " "Masterpiece"!

Hong Chen's heart suddenly became happy. She immediately changed out of her pajamas, put on her school uniform, and ran to her desk.

What is she going to do?!

Ha! It turns out she wants to cut paper!

She wants to give the chrysanthemum she made by herself to the teacher.

As she was doing it, she thought: Although the chrysanthemums made by herself will not be as beautiful as the flowers bought outside, the ones made by herself are more meaningful after all.

Indeed, her craftsmanship is indeed very good, and she finished the flowers in a short time. These are two beautiful bouquets of chrysanthemums, with a total of 62 flowers. The 62 flowers represent the blessings of the whole class to the teacher. One bunch of yellow ones represents female classmates; one bunch of blue ones represents male classmates.

Ha! So creative!

Ah! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Write a letter quickly! Hong Chen hurriedly cleaned the desk a little, laid out the manuscript paper, and started I wrote a letter to the teacher!

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At this time, it was already 6:30 in the morning. Hong Chen immediately put on his shoes, carefully put the flowers representing the whole class to the teacher into his schoolbag, and rushed out the door. (Hey, who said she was in Beijing? She still had to ride for a long time on the road.)

She walked to the classroom entrance and looked inside. The teacher hadn't come to check the morning reading yet, so she went to the office to check. Right! Hong Chen thought. She arrived at the office and looked in through the crack in the door. Ah, the teacher was marking the homework! When she came to the class, she put away the homework first, and then came to the office to mark the homework for the classmates, so that she could make time to write lesson plans for us later. .

What a good teacher!

Thinking of this, Hong Chen felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes and astringent in his nose. Suddenly, she heard the sound of chairs moving in the office. Then I heard footsteps again... What to do! What to do!

With a start, Hong Chen quickly ducked under the office window sill. After a while, Hong Chen heard the teacher knocking on the door gently - the teacher had left, and she must have gone to check on the students' morning reading again.

Hong Chen stood up, and she saw the globe shaking its big head, as if celebrating a happy teacher’s day; Oh, Desk calendar was busy changing clothes! He put on a suit named The "new" clothes for Teacher's Day on September 10th; and the reading glasses, lying quietly on the "bed" - the textbook, looking at her with a smile...

Hong Chenqing He gently inserted two bunches of chrysanthemums with profound meaning into the teacher's pen holder.

She thought to herself, Teacher, although I am not your best student, I still want to dedicate this gift to you on your holiday!

I wish everyone in the world the best. Happy Teacher's Day!

I don't have time to type on Teacher's Day, so I will make up for it today! Haha~

Essay on Teacher's Day 2

That day is Teacher's Day The day before, I was thinking, Teacher’s Day is coming soon, it’s time for me, the head of the class think tank, to come up with some clever tricks!

After class, I will go to my assistant, the think tank Deputy leader Gong Junjie made an appointment to an open space in the school corridor and told him: "Teacher's Day is coming soon. To celebrate Teacher's Day, I want to give our beloved teachers a surprise, but the problem now is how to appear..." It's special, so I want to let the whole class make suggestions together during the lunch break, but we have to send Teacher Zhou away and not let him see it. Do you understand?" "I understand!"

But that day happened to be Teacher Zhou’s lunch class, so it was impossible for the whole class to make plans together. So, I gathered some of my smart and capable friends to discuss it together. Everyone said to me, "Send flowers or greeting cards? It's too tacky! How about folding paper cranes? It's too old-fashioned!" : "I have a way!" Chen Xuhong said, "What way?" We asked in unison, "Let's draw a picture for the teacher!" This was also a way. When class was about to start, we dispersed.

As soon as I got home from school, the phone rang. It turned out to be Lu Jiaying. She asked me what I should do about Teacher’s Day. I told me many ways, and I also said that there is actually a simple and special one. The way is to simply write "Happy Teacher's Day" on the blackboard! Then sign the names of the whole class below. She said that's good, but will this method be implemented? I said it will be implemented. We just hung up the phone.

The next morning, when I walked into the classroom, I saw that the big words on the blackboard had been written, and many students were signing on the blackboard! I also signed my name quickly. Class was about to start, so I asked the students who didn’t sign to sign quickly, and I went to the corridor to see if Teacher Zhou was here.

The teacher's office was downstairs. I walked down the stairs and saw Teacher Zhou coming out of the office. I ran back and told everyone, "Teacher Zhou is here!" "Teacher Zhou is here!" La, sit down quickly!" Suddenly, the classroom was completely silent.

"Happy Holidays to Teacher Zhou!" The students shouted at the same time the moment the teacher entered the classroom. Only then did Teacher Zhou notice the words "Happy Holidays to Teacher!" written neatly on the top of the blackboard. The big characters and the autographs of 48 students in the class below!

Teacher Zhou said: "I am very touched! As soon as I saw the words on the blackboard, the mystery in my heart was solved. Venus a few days ago Yu heard that I was in the long class and didn’t seem to welcome me. Some of my classmates were very nervous when they saw me today. Now I know, it turns out that you are preparing for this and making it very mysterious! Thank you, classmates!"

This Teacher's Day surprise, although we did not make Teacher Zhou burst into tears or cry out of breath, but it can bring joy and touch to Teacher Zhou.

We will Already contented!

The story is not over here. When Teacher Zhou was in class, she was reluctant to erase it. In math class, Teacher Jin was also writing calculation problems in the gaps on the blackboard. Miss Jiang, the English teacher, saw it. He opened his arms and hugged the blackboard and made a "kiss" gesture, and said with emotion: "I have received a lot of greeting cards and flowers today, and this is the most special one. I am so touched! What a pity it is to wipe it away!"

In this way, the blessings to the teachers on the blackboard were kept until noon before being erased, but I believe that the teachers will treasure our blessings in their hearts forever.

When I got home from school, my mother told me, "Teacher Zhou sent a text message to your parents to praise you!" "Really? Let me see!" I couldn't wait to grab my mother's phone. It looks like: "Hello, parent friends! I was pleasantly surprised to find that the children have grown up and become sensible! The children entered the classroom early this morning and sat upright. When I entered the classroom, the children Shouted: Happy Holidays to Teacher Zhou! When I looked back at the blackboard, it clearly said: "Happy Holidays to Teacher!" and it was signed by the whole class. As a teacher, I received the most precious gift. It feels so good! It feels so good to be a teacher in Class 406. The children in Class 406 are so good! On the occasion of this Teacher's Day, I would like to thank my parents and friends for their consistent support and help in my work, and I also wish all the children the best! Study happily and grow up healthily!”

Ah! Teacher Zhou moved me too!

Essay on Teacher’s Day 3

Today is Teacher's Day is September 10, 2020. On this special day, I want to thank my teacher, because the teacher is the second person in our lives who teaches us knowledge. Fly freely in the blue sky; be grateful to the teacher, because the teacher is our patron saint. When we encounter difficulties, the teacher will appear by our side in time to help us and protect us. As the saying goes: "One day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father." Let us thank the teacher for everything he has done for us. I am particularly grateful to Teacher Feng in my heart!

Time goes back to the early summer of the previous year. One evening, the sky suddenly became dark, there was lightning and thunder, and it was pouring rain outside. The school bell rang, and everyone looked at the pouring rain outside the window with horrified eyes, and their hearts were filled with fear. Another lightning pierced the sky, and another thunderclap was deafening. Many people in our class did not bring umbrellas today. Even if we brought an umbrella, we couldn't go home in the rain when it was so windy and rainy. Just when the students felt helpless, the head teacher, Teacher Feng, rushed to the class and comforted us: "Students, don't be afraid. The teacher will be with you. When the rain subsides, your parents will pick you up and you can go home." "After listening to the teacher's words, everyone seemed to have taken reassurance and calmed down their anxious mood. At this time, classmate Wu Fujin’s mother came with a raincoat to take Fujin home. The teacher comforted everyone and said, "Don't be afraid, mom is not here to pick you up." As soon as the teacher finished speaking, several more parents stood at the door of the class. The whole class was immediately silent. Some students followed their parents and left, some were searching at the door, and some simply picked up their pens and wrote hard. The teacher just stayed with us quietly.

Time passed unconsciously, and many students were picked up by their parents. The sky is getting darker, the lights are on on the road, and the rain is gradually getting lighter. There are only a few people in the class, and the teacher has gone out. I am a little scared. I am afraid that the teacher will go home. What will we do? After a while, the teacher came back again, holding several umbrellas in his hand. "For those whose homes are relatively close, take the teacher's umbrella and go back first. For those whose homes are far away, the teacher will find another way." It turned out that the teacher went out to borrow umbrellas. The teacher distributed the umbrellas to several students, but one was missing. , I didn’t send it. So, the teacher forced her own umbrella to me. "Then what should you do?" You smiled slightly and said, "I will find a way myself." I hurried home with the teacher's umbrella.

The next day, I walked into the class and asked you: "Teacher, how did you get back last night?" "You went back by bicycle." The teacher was very humorous and seemed to change the topic intentionally. I returned the umbrella to the teacher. Walking back to my seat, I thought: The teacher probably came home in the rain. Suddenly, I felt very guilty. I shouldn't have taken the teacher's umbrella home last night... Hey, I really shouldn't have.

Teacher, you taught me how to be a human being: you silently told us to be helpful and solve problems for others. Teacher, thank you very much! Happy Teachers' Day!

Essay on Teachers' Day 4

"Ding Lingling..." At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and I got up quickly. Freshen up.

Today is Teachers’ Day, but in our remote rural school, the festival has always been deserted. It is rare to receive a few greeting cards made by students.

In order to give teachers an unexpected surprise on Teachers' Day this year, I secretly ordered flowers for everyone and prepared to give each teacher an unexpected surprise when they arrived at school.

At 5:18, I got on the battery car and drove to school. There was a snack shop at Cunqiaotou that specialized in breakfast. At that time, there were no customers, so I went in and bought two steamed buns. The owner of the canteen asked in surprise: "Why is it so early?" Then he said as if he suddenly understood: "Oh, today is Teacher's Day!" But immediately he felt that this should not be a reason to go early, so He stopped talking and just looked at me with a smile. From his eyes, I read warmth.

At five thirty-five, I arrived at school. At this time, the campus was silent, and the thin morning mist filled the houses, flowers and plants like a veil. I started to make preparations: spread out newspapers under the stairs to put flowers, took out a digital camera from the drawer to prepare for shooting, and the money to be paid...

Five fifty-eight, Everything is ready. "Ding Lingling..." A clear phone ring interrupted my thoughts. I picked up the phone and heard that it was indeed the person who sent the flowers. After he asked me about the route, he told me that I could get to school around 6:35. I was very happy to hear this. Ten minutes earlier than the agreed time would ensure that every teacher would receive an unexpected surprise as soon as they arrived at school.

At 6:35, the bouquet was delivered on time.

Six forty. Students began to arrive at school one after another. I quickly called eight classmates, divided them into two lines, held flowers in hand, and waited for the teachers to arrive.

At 6:43, the first teacher drove into the campus on a motorcycle. She is Teacher Song who teaches first grade. Lower-level teachers work the hardest, so it has become their habit to go out early and come home late.

"Teacher Song, happy holidays!" When the students gave her the flowers, Teacher Song seemed a little flattered. She took the flower, lowered her head and smelled it again, and said in surprise: "Is it a real flower? Thank you! Thank you!"

The second person was Teacher Wang, who was newly assigned this year. The young man seemed a little restrained when he accepted the blessings for the first Teacher's Day. I hope this blessing can become a beautiful memory in his teaching career.

"Principal Xu is here! Principal Xu is here!" Principal Xu is the most hardworking person in the school. Although he is the only insider besides me, when he took the flowers, he was moved and moved. Joy still overflowed on his face.

"Wow, flowers!" Teacher Li, a young teacher who is a new father and a new force in the school. As soon as he saw the flowers, he rushed forward, opened his arms, and took the flowers with a big hug. He exaggeratedly showed his surprise.

At 7:25, all the teachers have arrived at the school one after another. After receiving the flowers, the surprise and joy are the same, but the difference is their respective ways of expression.

"Thank you! Thank you!" After receiving the flowers, the person who said nothing but just pursed his lips and smiled was Teacher Chen, who manages the complex logistics work of the school.

"Hehe, hehe, I have one too!" Teacher Sun has been farming for more than 30 years, and his head of silver hair is the best testimony of his hard work. Faced with the flowers entering the campus for the first time and receiving flowers for the first time, Teacher Sun must have many feelings.

"My red carnations are more beautiful than the yellow ones!" the female teachers beamed.

"Ah? Give it to me?" Teacher Qi is in love. She gets up early every day to send flowers to her lover, but she never thought that she would also receive flowers. "Wow, it smells so good!" He buried his head among the flowers, took a deep smell, and then said with feigned surprise. Look, he is using his dry humor again.

I took this group of shots into my camera and collected every emotion in my heart.

"Teacher Yu, happy holidays!" The children gave me the last bouquet of flowers. Along with the fragrance, there are also smiling faces and blessings.

Ah, today is Teacher’s Day, and the fragrance of flowers is surging on Teacher’s Day today!

Essay on Teacher’s Day 5

Teacher, the most beautiful title in the world "Teacher, the hardest-working gardener in the world; Teacher, the most difficult-to-repay warmth." Along the way, who knows how wronged the teacher has been. The stern teacher on the podium has spent many times at his desk, in front of the computer, under that dim chandelier, what should have been a comfortable and warm night.

How should we understand the suffering of conscience.

The hands on the clock are spinning round and round, and more than a week has passed since Teacher's Day before I knew it. The autumn wind blows, bringing with it the strong feelings of teachers. On Teacher's Day, everything was so peaceful. No classmates gave gifts to teachers. I still remember the last Teacher's Day, the podium was filled with bright fake flowers and colorful cards. If it weren't for the words "Happy Teacher's Day" accompanied by "Hello Teacher" during class, I would never have remembered that that day was Teacher's Day. Perhaps as they grow older, students' enthusiasm for teachers gradually weakens. In the last few classes, the teacher did not shout "class", which made the already weak Teacher's Day lose some of its luster.

Perhaps it was God’s deliberate trick, but our head teacher, Mr. Gong, got furious on Teacher’s Day. He called several classmates outside the classroom to lecture them. His rough voice echoed throughout the teaching building, as if it was a satire on this holiday. get out of class was over, the teacher walked straight out of the classroom, and the students also left one after another, expressionless. As usual, I was the last one to leave the classroom. When I passed by the office, I was deeply moved by the conversation.

The strong smell of ink on the paper came to my nose again. Teacher Gong was correcting yesterday's exercise paper while talking to Teacher Huang from the next class. "Teacher Gong, you don't need to be so serious about your corrections. We just write a 'read' and that's it. Anyway, we still have to check and comment in class." Teacher Huang said. "The students in your class are different from ours. The school intentionally assigns children with poorer grades to our class. Although it is not said on the surface, I know it better than anyone else. Of course I have to teach these children twice as well. Today I have another It's Teacher's Day, and I should fulfill my duties as a teacher." Teacher Huang took a sip of water silently, sighed, shook his head and walked away. Teacher Gong was left alone to work hard. The teacher's pen was making circles and corrections on the test paper, as if he was more serious than anyone else. Under a pair of tired eyes, there are thick bags under the eyes. The red bloodshot eyes are vaguely visible, and unshaven stubble can be seen under the nose. He is wearing a simple shirt and a pair of loose pants. This is a middle-aged teacher. I have carefully observed the teacher many times. During this observation, for some reason, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

Ten days have passed since Teacher’s Day, and the results of the first unit’s quiz are out. Our class proudly ranked third in the class. Teacher Gong stared at the score sheet for a long time, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This smile contains so much bitterness and unknown grievances.

Teacher, you have worked ten times harder than others in exchange for the sunshine that everyone can share on a sunny day. And all that belongs to you is that happy smile. Teacher, thank you for your hard work!