How to write a gratitude composition

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful flowers of soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, the peach tree will be ripe and the plum tree will be ripe. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, nourish with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging at the back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

My teacher has been working quietly in education for decades. She has selflessly dedicated her life to education and her students... She is great.

I remember it was a summer a year ago. We were waiting for the teacher to come to class. Suddenly, a thunderbolt outside the window broke the summer silence. In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was strong, like a black pot. The sky became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to fall. With another loud noise, the "black pot" was cut open, and the heavy rain poured down like a waterfall. The raindrops shot to the earth like bullets... Looking at this heavy rain, Due to the weather, everyone said: "The teacher will definitely not come." So, we all picked up the books dejectedly and studied by ourselves. After a while, the teacher came in the rain, and suddenly the thunderous applause came to mind in the classroom. "I'm sorry, students, I'm late today. Can you forgive me?" Looking at the teacher's wet hair and clothes soaked by the rain, excitement and love... came to my heart. The teacher took out the textbook. , started teaching us. Her amiable face smiled; her kind voice warmed us like a mother... It was raining heavily outside the window, but the classroom was full of warmth... In the past four or five years, how many teachers have Year after year, we have never missed half a class. This is our teacher, a teacher who is dedicated to his work, a great and ordinary teacher!

Teachers not only love their work, but also love their work. I am also considerate to my students and love them as my own children...

It was during the final exam. Due to excessive nervousness, I suffered from an old habit - convulsions. At this time, the teacher had just finished correcting the thick When she saw a stack of homework, she ignored her tired body after a long day and resolutely carried me, who weighed more than 30 kilograms, with her exhausted body and went straight to the doctor. On the way, I lay on the teacher's broad shoulders and felt warm waves. Echoing in my heart. At that time, it was a scorching hot day. It was so hot that there was no wind at all, and the asphalt road was almost melted by the sun... The teacher was tired, and I was carrying such a heavy load on my back. She could bear the scorching sun! Big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead one by one. The teacher suddenly stopped and said, "Xiaowei, please hold on for a while, we are almost there." The teacher asked with concern , I could feel from her tone that she was trying her best to suppress her rapid breathing. I bit my lower lip tightly, held back my tears, and nodded. The teacher carried me on his back again, taking difficult steps, holding on to my head. Under the scorching sun, I walked forward step by step... Seeing this scene, I couldn't bear it anymore, and tears flowed down like broken beads... I was so cruel to myself, so cruel to myself. Why did I get sick? Why did I let myself get sick? The teacher works so hard; why... the scorching sun! You hide, don't let our teacher sweat anymore; wind! Blow away the teacher's fatigue, don't let her get tired again... This is us A teacher who loves his students like his own children. A great and ordinary teacher!

Ah! This is our teacher. She has devoted her life selflessly. He is ordinary, but Extraordinary, I love my teacher, but I love her greatness in the ordinary even more!

My teacher

My teacher is tall. , he looks neither too fat nor too thin, just right. He wears a pair of glasses on his face. He looks about thirty years old. He is a serious and amiable and good teacher. That is my mentor "Zheng Boqi" ”.

The teacher speaks very clearly and usually teaches very seriously. The whole class must understand it before teaching the next unit. When we are bored, he will tell us some interesting things and jokes to make us happy. For a while, but sometimes, because we did not do well in the exam, the teacher would also punish us very angry, but I know that the teacher punished us for our own good, and he wanted us to remember it, and the next time we take the exam, we will think of the above The teacher punished us the first time and taught us to study hard and take exams better.

If the teacher is free, he will also chat with us. When he is not free, he will also ask us to go to the playground to play by ourselves. The teacher teaches At this time, in addition to explaining the things in our textbooks, he will also tell us some common sense in life, making our knowledge richer.

The teacher cares about us and loves us very much. When we do Whenever we make a mistake, he will forgive us once and tell us that if we make a mistake again next time, we will be punished. The teacher very much hopes that we can be good students and useful people, and we will not let the teacher down.

Thanks to the teacher

People usually compare innocent children to seedlings, flowers, small trees, etc., and the teachers who cultivate these seedlings, flowers, and small trees express gratitude to the hard-working gardeners. In the same way, we use wisdom, love and sweat to water, cultivate and care for every seedling in the garden, so that they can flourish, become colorful and thrive.

An ancient Chinese saying goes: "Teachers are like parents", which fully embodies the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation of "respecting teachers and loving teachers", and also embodies teachers' noble ethics of "loving students as children". People compare teachers to "loving mothers", which is mainly the most affectionate, sincere and touching honorific given to female teachers who have "childlike innocence and motherly love".

"Love is a ray of gold" Sunlight.

"Lu Xun, a modern Chinese writer, said: "Education is rooted in love. "Teachers' love for students is reflected in their unreserved dedication of their energy, enthusiasm, talents and knowledge, so that students can be better educated and achieve the best results intellectually, spiritually and morally. Teachers should They are called educators, and educators are also engineers of human souls. People praise teachers as "spring silkworms" who "spun out all the threads in their hearts, dedicating infinite love in life, and weaving beautiful things to warm the world in obscurity." The majority of teachers feel it is an extremely honorable title. The spring silkworm is pure and pure, with a noble temperament; the spring silkworm eats a few green leaves and spits out a piece of beauty; the spring silkworm lives forever and spins silk endlessly... Only the glorious people's teachers are worthy of these excellent qualities of the spring silkworm. Title.

People compare teachers to "spring rain" and students to "spring seedlings". Spring seedlings need to be watered by spring rain. Our teachers are like the continuous spring rain, spreading love. Nourish students' hearts, use rich knowledge to open up students' wisdom, use excellent personality to cultivate students' moral character, and use selfless dedication to cultivate students' souls. The emergence of "Spring Rain" has added infinite brilliance.

Nowadays, people compare teachers to "human ladders" - "those who make self-sacrifice and selfless dedication for the success of others." People compare teachers to It is called the "human ladder" because the glorious people's teachers have such excellent qualities and spirits. The vast number of people's teachers work hard in the field of education. They do not seek fame, profit, or rewards, and they work in obscurity. Teach and educate people, and work hard to cultivate talents. And those students who are admitted to college, become successful, and become famous all stand on the shoulders of teachers and use teachers as ladders to climb up to the peak of life. But he is deeply attached to the future of the motherland, and his heart is connected with the hearts of the students; although it is a small candle, it burns itself and illuminates others. It is because of the love and training of these unknown teachers that we are where we are today. Talents shine in thousands of different positions, and it is precisely because of the work of these hard-working gardeners that many successful people have achieved today's brilliant achievements under correct guidance and their own efforts. Behind these successful people, in addition to thanking parents and friends, shouldn’t we also thank the teachers who have worked hard to educate, discover and encourage us? Make spring mud to protect flowers. This is the love of a devotee who sacrifices himself to bring hope. ”

Dear teacher, the flow of time and space has made the distance between you and me wider and wider, but the newness of my longing for you will never change! Like the spring breeze blowing, a hundred flowers bloom! Like the bright sun shining on the fruits. Tired! Your guidance has given me the wings of ideals since I was young. No matter what happens tomorrow, I still say from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you. "You are like a small boat, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge!!

My most beloved teacher, September 10th is Teachers' Day in our country. I have respected teachers and valued education since ancient times. Here I offer my most sincere advice - I wish you health and happiness all over the world! I also want to say: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher, and I wish you a happy holiday." ”

You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are drawn and stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...

You You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculptor, but you shape the souls of batches of young people... Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts. Truly eternal.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, contain philosophy, and are so magical. They have stirred up so many wonderful ripples in my mind!

You respect sincerity and integrity as the standards for human conduct.

I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to see you. My respect and praise are dedicated to an ordinary person -

My teacher.

You have strict requirements on us and set your own example as an example. , requests, and even orders, once they are made, they must be fulfilled, but they always make us convinced and act consciously.

In my mind, You are the sternest father and the kindest mother; you are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash before my eyes; your character and personality will always be there. Treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul. Only this glorious name can be as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue sky. Connotation!

Teacher, this dazzling name will always hang high in our chests like a brilliant star.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you "Teacher" from the bottom of my heart! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!

On the sea of ??life, teacher, you are like a tall beacon, standing on the vast sea, guiding us on our journey all the time!

Burn yourself without hesitation, emitting all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and respected by others!

Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. I would also like to say that the teacher's kindness is like the ocean, because the ocean is vast and immeasurable.

In the minds of students, you are "the true seed, the messenger of kindness, and the banner of beauty."

You are the charcoal fire in the severe winter, the stepping stone in the turbulent water under the thick shade in the hot summer, and the beacon light in the foggy sea. -

Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, He educates people well and is willing to serve as a ladder for others, which is unforgettable!

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Praise to the Gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

The lessons you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and sowing happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge that connects us to the severed mountains, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff.

When Miaoer needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education.

Regardless of hard work, the peach tree is ripe and the elixir is flowing out, and the plum tree ripening skills are weak. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength...

Sow seeds with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, Nourishing with hard work, this is the noble labor of our beloved teacher.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the student is the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over the years, the sand becomes a particle. A pearl, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the fire, igniting the fire of students' hearts; teachers are stone steps, allowing students to climb up step by step.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.

The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling brooks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

Chun Can has never said anything that he is proud of in his life. The silver thread spit out is the ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging at the back to shine on others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it!

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My teacher

I am proud to have such a good teacher, she is my class teacher Teacher Jiao. When I first entered the middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Teacher Jiao. With some excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my heart.

In my anxious anticipation, finally at night, Teacher Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I thought in my heart that she must not be our future teacher, Teacher Jiao! She is so young. Just when I was thinking about this, she couldn't help but She introduced herself to us, but the strange thing is that she is not much older than us? Why did she become an excellent teacher?

But in the days to come, I gradually understood She. Teacher Jiao’s handwriting is also very good, but she is our English teacher. She is very strict in class, but she is not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat and talk with us often. She really seems to be like her own sister. If we have something to worry about, we just need to look for her and she will chat with you for a while, and there will be no more unhappy things! It’s like some classmates like to make mistakes Mistakes will disappear as long as they are in the hands of Teacher Jiao. That is to say, she explains them simply, just like "big things are reduced to small, small things are reduced to small."

In fact, I am also a person who sometimes likes to make small mistakes, but sometimes I can control it, sometimes I can't control it, but Teacher Jiao never criticized me, he just chatted with me for a while, and that matter was forgotten!

But I will also remember the small lesson from this time. I hope I won’t make small mistakes again in the future. It is best not to make them again and be a good me.

Also, I want to Teacher Jiao said: If I am a flying bird, then you are the wind that flutters my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are the root buried deep in the earth.

I always want to confide my intimate words to you, and I also want to share my joy with you. Teacher Jiao, with respect and love, let me call you "Teacher Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?

Last year our class was often criticized, and hygiene always came first, but we also had an excellent class teacher! So we became excellent in everything we did. If only the teachers were excellent and we were unqualified, So how can we admire such an excellent teacher? So I hope that the whole class will cheer up and let our class reach a higher level under the leadership of the teacher!

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My most respected teacher

My most respected teacher One teacher is my class teacher, Mr. Zhang. She is strict with us and loves us like a mother.

Teacher Zhang has long hair. She is kind-hearted and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me here and asked me to write again. Teacher Zhang kept asking me to write neatly and standardly before letting me go home. I hated Teacher Zhang very much and thought: Isn’t it just a few words? Isn’t it the same whether you write good or bad? Why do you write it over and over again? It's a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mother the reason why I was detained. She said to me: "Handwriting is a facade. You can see a person's character from his writing. Teacher Zhang is right to be strict. He is responsible for you. You can write well." Good words are yours and no one can steal them.” After listening to my mother’s words, I understood Teacher Zhang’s intention, which made me admire Teacher Zhang even more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade primary school student who insists on practicing calligraphy every day. No matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and standardly. After a while, my handwriting became more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is all the result of Teacher Zhang’s strict requirements!

Teacher Zhang is strict with us in study and cares about us in life. There are 46 students in our class. In order to make the students devote themselves to learning, Teacher Zhang used her break time to visit every family and knew the family situation of each child well so that she could provide us with timely care. Teacher Zhang can also observe words and emotions! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always takes the initiative to ask the classmate what's wrong and whether he has taken medicine without asking the classmate. If the condition is serious, she will take the classmate to the doctor herself so that the classmate's illness can be treated in time. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. When the teacher found out, he hurriedly took me to the school health room for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was very excited at the time. I was really proud to have such a strict, caring and considerate teacher.

This is one of my most respected teachers - Teacher Zhang.

My teacher

My teacher is very busy. If you look at her, there might be a few beads of sweat rolling down her head.

Once, she went to another school to attend a class, and all the head teachers in the school happened to be going.

But after listening to the class, other teachers went shopping, but Teacher Xu (my teacher) rushed back regardless of everything. When she suddenly appeared in the class, the whole class was excited about her. Suddenly, the class was in chaos: some were talking, some were cheering, and some were booing! Suddenly, a classmate stood up and said to the teacher: "Teacher Xu, the other teachers have gone shopping, why do you want to come back?" Teacher Xu smiled and said to the classmate: "I hurried back to give it to my father." Let’s talk about the paper!” After that, she distributed the paper to every student, and then started to talk about the paper seriously.

At this time, I found a bead of sweat on the teacher's ear, and it suddenly slipped down...

This is our class teacher, Teacher Xu, what a responsible and good teacher he is< /p>