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my idea of a good teacher
Some people say that teachers are soil. Only by turning knowledge into nutrients and teaching it to the flowers of the motherland can they thrive. It is also said that teachers are the bridge of knowledge, which brings us into the wonderful world of science and allows us to exert our whimsy. But I think teachers are candlelight. Although the light is weak, it illuminates the road ahead for us in the dark, so that we don't have to be afraid or panic. When we are unhappy, the teacher is also a key to help us open our inner shackles and let our hearts be released again. "When the silkworm dies, the candle at night sucks." Teachers are like silkworms, like candles, only for dedication, not for return. Many days and nights, they were awake to correct our homework until dawn. Even on holidays, they are busy preparing course plans for us. Moreover, no matter where the teachers go, we students will always be worried about them.

When the earth secretly revolves around the sun, the teacher also leads us on the road of life. Entering the second day of junior high school, every bit of the year remains in my heart. Teacher Wu, the head teacher, took us to a higher level. Teacher Wu is extremely strict in class, eloquent and forceful. During the period before the final exam, we had two or three papers to do every day. Maybe you think that teachers always talk about various truths, impart profound knowledge, assign endless homework, nag students and criticize them every day. But as a student, who really thought that everything a teacher did was for our future and for our own good? Without the efforts of teachers, how could we be today?

Let's talk about Mr. Pan, the Chinese teacher. Teacher Pan has her own teaching methods. What she told us most was that the key paragraphs must be remembered. I made a mistake in writing ancient poetry and classical Chinese in the exam, so I have to copy it again 20 times. At first, the students were reluctant. Teacher Pan said, "I asked you to copy it because I wanted you to correct your mistakes. When you take the senior high school entrance examination, you must take the ancient poetry and classical Chinese. It is wrong for you to lose points. Moreover, plagiarism is a punishment and a small setback. If you don't exercise how to bear small setbacks now, when you grow up and face big setbacks, you will definitely fall when you touch it. " As a result, everyone learned to recite the paragraphs on their own initiative. Seriously, we enjoy this challenge! Every time I see myself dictating again, it's all right, and my heart will be particularly excited. Three minutes before each class, Mr. Pan will let us recite our favorite articles and accumulate more writing skills. Every time we recite, we will be particularly serious and immersed in this atmosphere.

What moved me most was the geography master. Like other minor teachers, Mr. Fu originally taught first-year students. However, Mr. Fu offered to return to our classes 7 and 8 to teach, and our students collectively signed their names to the prefect. Qi Xin made concerted efforts and finally left Mr. Fu behind. However, due to the increase of 7 classes and 8 classes in Grade Two, Mr. Fu will have to teach 6 classes instead of 4 classes. How many lessons to recite and how much effort to make! Teacher Fu, your relationship with us is not just a teacher-student relationship. Like our good friends, you will chat with us after class and send us moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival to tell us what you are unhappy about. I still remember that at a class meeting, Mr. Fu, our deputy head teacher, was not very satisfied with the recent study in our class and asked everyone to "tell the truth". I still vaguely remember a sentence paid by the teacher; "... in the process of struggle, we often suffer setbacks. Only by sticking to the end can we achieve final success ... "These words ignited the fighting spirit of our class. Teacher Fu, you have completely won the trust and love of your classmates!

As the saying goes, "One day as a teacher, one life as a father", teachers, like our biological parents, are always concerned about our lives and our study. What burns is the teacher's spirit and character; Dedication is a teacher's belief and pursuit. Sowing with language, cultivating with chalk, moistening with sweat, and watering with painstaking efforts, this is the teacher's labor. The podium is the teacher's stage, and the teacher is a dancer on the stage. After ups and downs, even though the moss turned into snow, wrinkles covered my forehead. Campus is the teacher's garden, and the teacher is the gardener. There are beautiful sunshine, good rain and dew, truly harmonious spring breeze, and our hearts are full of green and flowers. Dear teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength, sowing hope ... without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?

September, a harvest month, in this month, we will usher in a day, a sacred day, a holiday belonging to teachers-Teacher's Day. On this beautiful day, we hold beautiful flowers and send them to you together with beautiful wishes-dear teacher, I love you!