I can't forget your composition 1 flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened it and promoted growth; Goshawk thanks the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain thanks the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I thank my teacher, because the teacher opened the door of my wisdom and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge. When I was growing up, your deep love for my teacher haunted me, and I can't forget you-xu teacher.
I remember the first time I attended your class, I was so timid that I didn't dare to raise my hand to answer questions in class, for fear that my classmates would laugh at me if I answered wrong, but you seemed to read my mind, so you put down your book and said to everyone, "Don't be afraid to stand up and answer wrong." If you raise your hand, I will know who used your head. " "At that time, after listening to your words, I will raise my hand as soon as I have the answer. When I answer questions, sometimes you will praise me, and something will bloom with your bright smile to me, which will make my heart happy.
You not only encourage us, but also care about us very much. If a classmate in our class is late, you are always anxious to get that classmate to call and ask what's going on; If a classmate is sick, you will always call their parents in time, and sometimes you will take them to the hospital yourself, no matter how busy you are. If the weather suddenly turns cold, you won't forget to ask, "Are you cold? Do you want to call your parents to send more clothes? " If we get wet on the physical education class, you will also remind us to change our clothes inside ... There are many such things. You treat us like your own children. But we are not sensible and always make you angry.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Xu teacher, you are like a lamp, illuminating the way forward for us; You are like a candle, burning yourself to illuminate others. Xu teacher, your noble face and selfless dedication are deeply imprinted in my heart, and I can't forget you!
I can't forget your composition. An inch of time, an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Primary school time is about to leave me, and things in my heart are also a little bit precipitated. Those sediments are like countless sands on the beach. I really don't want them to disappear. Every corner of the campus has my footprints. I used to fight with my classmates. I used to sing and laugh with my teacher, and my voice came from campus. How unforgettable!
Dear alma mater, when I leave campus, I will definitely come back to count the footprints left by the bunker. I will never forget the unforgettable deeds in primary school, because I will take them back and cherish them. ...
I remember once, when we were at work, there were many teachers listening to the class at the back of the classroom, and the camera pointed at the podium. Next, please welcome the news anchor-Wang Yuqing. With thunderous applause, I was a little nervous on the stage. When I walked to the center of the platform, I looked around: my classmates' eyes and the teacher's eyes were staring at me together.
"Hello, teachers and classmates, the theme I want to talk about today is ... oh! What's the next sentence? I stammered loudly.
I panicked. What's the next sentence? I suddenly felt a hot sweat on my body, reaching my face and blushing like a ripe red apple. Finally, I remember. I recited fluently, but I got stuck again. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. There was a noise in the audience, students began to whisper, and the teachers in the back row began to discuss, which gave me more pressure. When I was a little desperate, the music saw a man nodding to me frequently. Who's that? Teacher Huang. She looked at me with a smile.
This is really a mountain and heavy water. Teacher Huang's demeanor gave me confidence and gave me the most critical strength. I insist on ending it again. There was another round of applause from the audience, but in my opinion, Mr. Huang was the only one clapping. ...
Now I still have that line card and put it in my beloved box. Every time I open it, I can't help but get a little excited ... dear alma mater, I will never forget you.
I can't forget your composition. How many good teachers are deeply impressed in the hearts of students in the dance with the blackboard and chalk, in the teacher's voice and meticulous care!
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A person quietly looking out of the window, thinking. Suddenly, the teacher's amiable face appeared in front of him, and the teacher came home in the rain, his heart rippling. I opened the door of memory, and the past scenes clearly emerged in front of me …
She, an ordinary English teacher, can't be ordinary, but she is not ordinary in my heart, because it inspires me to move forward. ...
It was a chilly rainy night in spring, and when I was in class, I suddenly heard the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, a drop. Two drops. Three drops ... it rained heavily, and the continuous rain echoed in my ears. When I went to school that afternoon, a gentle afterglow of the sunset entered the window! This is, the bell rings. The teacher announced loudly, "All right, class is over. However, two members of the Disciplinary Committee and the squad leader left something to do, and other students quickly packed up and went home! " Hmm? Member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection and monitor? You're kidding! This is a rainy night! I'm afraid of ghosts! If I didn't go home with Qin Wang in the tunnel every time, I would have been "afraid of being a fool". But, the teacher said, there is no way. Qin Wang and I looked at each other awkwardly, made a "goodbye" gesture, and then she left alone.
It was late after the meeting, and the wind was mixed with rain. I can't help shivering. Looking at the dark night outside, I only heard the branches creaking by the wind and the rain kept falling, and my heart was terrified.
I can't forget your composition 4 Dear Grandma:
How have you been recently? How are the chickens, ducks and geese at home? If there is too much work at home, don't do it. Take some time to relax and watch TV. By the way, it's getting colder and colder. You should put on more clothes!
When my mother asked us to eat quick-frozen jiaozi, I seemed to see the beautiful and delicious jiaozi you wrapped; When I was sick, I seemed to see the back of you working hard for me day and night. ...
I still remember that I fell asleep that night, and when I turned over, I saw you sitting on a cold stool with your hands shaking. I think it's because of your presbyopia and poor light! Strange to say, I don't even know when my clothes were torn. Besides, why didn't you tell me at that time? Instead, you helped me mend it during my break. Let me see, are you afraid of delaying my rest? Are you afraid of wasting my time? What about me! Sewing clothes is particularly demanding-it must be done beautifully without any mistakes. But today, it's getting late, but as always, you can mend it for me. There are many hidden in this thread. ...
The biting winter is coming. As the saying goes: feet are not cold, and the whole body is not cold. So, you are busy again-making shoes for me. You hold the sole, and a bundle of thread is tied to the sole one by one. Your technique is very skilled, and it will be done in two or three days. Please try it on for me once it's finished. I tried it and it was a little crowded. Yes, I look ugly after trying it on. You quickly asked, "What's the matter? Is it a little uncomfortable to wear? " I nodded my head. You didn't bother, but you took the modification. Two days later, you asked me to try again. This time it's much more comfortable, the sole is soft and the appearance is beautiful! I smiled, but what I didn't expect was that you smiled like a blooming flower. Yes! What I have gained is not only a pair of shoes, but also a kind of affection.
I will never forget you! I can't forget the clothes you mended for me and the shoes you made for me! Because those two things enrich a kind of affection, which is warm and has incomparable happiness. ...
Your granddaughter: xx
20xx September 20th
I can't forget your composition. In a blink of an eye, a long six-year primary school student survived. Seeing the bright red checkmark in the exercise book, I can't help thinking of you-Miss Zhao. Your pure words and bright smile are deeply imprinted in my heart.
I remember that on the first day of school, you stood at the door of the classroom to meet the students. You always smile, as if you have something happy. When you see the students, you will kindly say, "Come on, come in."
In the first class, you kindly introduced yourself to us: "hello, children, my name is Zhao and I will be your teacher in the future." You can call me Miss Zhao. I believe that as long as we work together, we will certainly do a good job in our class. Come on! " "Come on!" We said with one voice.
In the years to come, we like Mr. Zhao more and more, because he has taught us a lot and always let us learn a lot from it.
In addition, she is also an understanding and good teacher. Before an exam, the teacher told me never to be careless, but to be serious. But although I promised, I was still absent-minded during the exam and just barely got by, which led to my failure to play my best. When I came to you with tears of regret, you comforted me and said, "Nothing, as long as you work hard, it's no big deal if you don't pass the exam." Just try harder next time. Stop crying and ruin your image! " "I heard that, my smile appeared like a rainbow after the rain.
Teacher Zhao brought me a lot. Now, I am about to graduate. I want to say to my teacher: "Although we are about to separate, I will never forget so many joys and so many beautiful memories you brought me!"! I will never forget you!
I can't forget your composition. Mr. Hu, you are a beautiful young teacher. You left an indelible impression on me. I will never forget you!
That was the first time you had a Chinese class in our class. Because when we first met you, we were all timid. In class, we always don't take the initiative to speak, for fear that you will severely reprimand us for answering the wrong questions.
I remember once, you asked us a question to answer. The students raised their hands hesitantly; Some students just have the courage to raise their hands and put them down immediately; Some nodded, lowered their eyebrows and sat in their seats silently. At this time, you asked me to stand up and answer. As soon as I heard this, I had to bite the bullet and stand up slowly. I hesitated and answered incoherently, and my voice was as soft as a mosquito buzzing. Suddenly my classmates pointed at me and laughed. I saw it. I was shy and thought you would punish me severely. Unexpectedly, instead of condemning me, you said to me earnestly, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if the answer is wrong, I will not criticize you, because you have the courage to stand up and try to answer the question. I will praise.
You'll like you better. "At this time, your eyes exude encouragement. Ah, this kind of eyes, only a loving mother can have! I finally had confidence in myself and answered clearly and fluently.
"Exactly!" You said happily.
I made a support, which further enhanced my interest in raising my hand to speak.
You never criticize our wrong answers, but inspire us with kind words.
You, an outstanding teacher, are always devoted and never selfish. You are like a silkworm, giving yourself to dress up others. You are like a candle, burning yourself in the dark night sky, illuminating the way forward for us. You are like a gardener, taking pains to cultivate the next generation. ......
Ah, Mr. Hu, I can't forget you!
I can't forget your composition. Mr. Guo, do you want to go back on your word? You said that as long as we don't make trouble, we will be taught to the sixth grade!
Teacher, you won't teach us, but I will never forget your concern for us!
Once, you came to class wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, and we came around curiously to ask you. You waved us away eagerly. It turns out that you are afraid that pink eye will infect us, so you wear big sunglasses. Usually, you hate wearing glasses!
One afternoon in the first grade, when school was about to end, the weather suddenly changed, with strong winds, lightning and thunder, and then the sky suddenly fell and heavy rain poured down. The science teacher left in a hurry after class. We were so frightened that we were at a loss when we watched the heavy rain. You, miraculously appeared at the door of the classroom. Many students shouted: "teacher, it's terrible!" " "It's like meeting my mother and finding the savior.
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you!" The teacher came in and quickly closed the window.
"It's safer to hide in the house when it thunders." The teacher touched this one's head and patted that one's hand to comfort us. "Don't be afraid!" "
Teacher, you have no class today. You said you would like to read at home. For us, you braved the storm and lightning to go back to school.
On that day, you wait until all your classmates are taken away, then you close the classroom and go home safely.
I can't forget that time. I forgot to correct the wrong question and you scolded me. At that time, I was so sad that I wanted to get into the crack in the wall. It's all your fault. Now, I understand that you are doing me a favor, teacher. How I want to hear your scolding again.
Teacher, how I want to hear you recite the text! I remember when you recited the text before, I was always fascinated, as if I were there. Your voice suddenly stopped and I was still in a daze. ...
Teacher, although you don't teach us anymore, you will always be our teacher.
I can't forget your composition. I'm glad I met you. Thank you for every minute you spend together. This is a wonderful memory. Teacher, I wonder if you still remember the first time you gave us a lesson? I can't forget it anyway. I didn't like you very much at first, because your teaching method is completely different from that of primary school teachers, which I think is unacceptable. But after a few days, this idea disappeared and I began to like you.
Do you remember? I wrote down my sadness in my weekly diary before. I didn't expect you to reply. I'm a little surprised. I really didn't expect that what you wrote gave me great comfort.
My dear teacher, oh, I don't know what to say I really don't like parting. It's so sad. It is not easy to like someone, and it is even harder to leave. When it's time to leave, it's really hard to feel a knife cut. When I think about it at night, tears will flow down. I can't believe I cried so hard. I wonder, will I see you again? Will fate be gone? I knew there would be a different day, but I really didn't expect it to come so soon. In less than a year, I will go my separate ways, from full of joy to full of emptiness ... do you think we can meet again? When will that be? I hope that day will come soon, faster and faster. Originally, I fantasized about what my classmates and teachers would be like at the beginning of school, but I heard that you can't teach us anything and you have to change teachers. I find myself nostalgic, slow to accept new things, and sometimes exclude new teachers. I know we will meet again, no matter how long. At that time, I wonder if you still remember us? Anyway, I will remember, no matter when, I will remember every day that I cried, laughed, was happy and was sad.
Think back to the present, think back to today when I left you. It seems that the flowering period has passed and the buds have not yet bloomed, but, dear teacher, I have been fertilizing myself and know how to comb the branches and leaves for myself. Don't worry, I will always remember the pleasant smell and never forget the day when you grew up with me.
I can't forget your composition. You are our teacher. You are our friend. You bring us knowledge; You have brought us happiness!
Tears in my heart have not yet flowed out; The feelings in my heart have not yet erupted; The confusion in my heart has not been sorted out. You will leave us.
Do you remember? On the day you left, there were two lines written on the blackboard: "Teacher, don't leave!" " Teacher, stay! Did our naughty anger you or did our friendship end here? One corner of the blackboard is covered with the signatures of each of our classmates. Without your cultivation, there would be no me now. Without your illumination, there is no bright road. Without you, there would be no harmonious collective.
Do you remember? As soon as you open your mouth, a word will make us cry. "A man is a gentleman, bleeding without tears." Sorry, we can't. Because of your departure, the laughter of the past is gone. Just because you left, let us recall the past with you.
"Why did you leave? Can't you stay? " A burst of words makes dozens of pairs of tearful eyes stare at you. You finally can't stand it, tears are dripping down, as if you were going to soak the classroom. Our hearts are trembling and helpless, because we know that we will not be able to recover everything and go back to the past.
Although you have left us, there will always be a seat for you and a smile for you in our hearts. Because of your teaching, we work harder; Because of your teaching, we are more practical; Because of your teaching, we are more United. We have not forgotten your teachings, your laughter, and the journey we have traveled together.
We can't recover what we lost, but our teacher-student relationship and friendship are not over yet. "One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a teacher."
Although we have no chance to listen to your teachings now, we will never forget you in our hearts. You will always be our most respected teacher. We will repay your kindness with excellent results. Here, please allow us to say: "Happy Teacher's Day, teacher!"
I can't forget your composition 10 ** Teacher, you are an experienced teacher, and you left an indelible impression on me. I will never forget you.
That was the first time you taught us Chinese. At that time, the noisy classroom suddenly quieted down. You introduced yourself briefly and taught us a lesson. The class you gave us was so wonderful that people listened with relish. Every time there is a text, you must tell us the story behind this article. How knowledgeable you are! Sometimes, in class, you will play a little joke with us and make us laugh from ear to ear. Of course, you are humorous and rigorous. When you are giving a lecture, it is inevitable that some students will whisper to each other and make some small moves when you are not paying attention. When they are found, you will not hesitate to hit their hands, but we know you are doing it for our own good.
Teacher, you care about us not only in your study, but also in your life. I remember one winter morning, the north wind roared, there was light snow in the sky, and the whole world turned white. When reading a book in the morning, you will say, "It's very cold today. Have you put on more clothes? Don't freeze. " You care so much about us. Remember, it was raining cats and dogs that day, and the classmate in our class didn't bring an umbrella, so you gave it to * * * and ran back in the rain. You are so great!
You are an excellent soul engineer. You have not failed to live up to the expectations of the people, and have trained a number of successors to the revolutionary cause. Like a candle, you burn yourself and illuminate others. Like a silkworm, you give yourself and decorate others. Like chalk, you sacrificed yourself and left behind knowledge. You are like a gardener, tirelessly cultivating one flower after another.
I can't forget you, my dearest teacher