For many years, people have always compared teachers to red candles, praising her spirit of shining silently and dedication without regrets, and teachers have always spurred themselves with the spirit of candles. Although "teacher" is only a professional title, in reality, teachers' professional behavior seems to be the whole of their lives. They sacrifice themselves for the students to thrive. They like students and forums. The podium makes people old and chalk stains their heads, but the teachers have no regrets, lost their will and worked hard. This kind of selfless dedication is like a red candle, burning itself to illuminate others and paying for the growth of groups of students. However, in today's society, the red candle is actually a sad and tragic metaphor for teachers. China is in the primary stage of socialism, and "centering on economic construction, adhering to the four cardinal principles and persisting in reform and opening up" is the basic line in the new period. The wave of socialist economy is stirring all over the country, and it is also impacting the education garden. Faced with the colorful economic world and the prosperity of open cities and special economic zones, many people with lofty ideals are eager to try. It is true that few teachers have tried a few tricks, but most teachers can stand on the three-foot platform and work hard. Teachers, with their lofty moral character, strive to shape the beautiful hearts of millions of young people, work hard, work hard, and struggle silently in their teaching posts for more than ten years and decades, and are willing to serve as "ladders" for children to climb the new peak of cultural and scientific knowledge on their shoulders. Mr. Ye Shengtao has long said: "Teachers come with hearts and no roots." It also made me deeply understand the meaning of people comparing teachers to red candles. Yes, if teachers don't have the dedication to burn themselves and illuminate others like a red candle, how can our education flourish? Where do the talents who are the pillars of the four modernizations come from? Who will create the prosperity of the country? There are countless praises for teachers. However, I want to say that all these praises to teachers can hardly hide your dedication. We are all flesh and blood people, know pain and love, and long for a happy modern civilization. Just for the revitalization of education, you abandon self-interest, stick to the three-foot platform, silently plant flowers and trees, and pursue your unshakable vision. Once again, I sat in front of the window, where there were lush buttonwood leaves and green grass, and from time to time, a group of pleasant birds flew by laughing. Looking back on the past, there was a piece of glass that firmly imprisoned my mind and prevented me from releasing myself and melting into the beautiful scenery outside the window ... When I was a child, I was withdrawn and only liked to hide in the last corner of the classroom by the window. That was my personal world. My friend. I can barely mumble, so all the teachers are too lazy to ask questions. "A lot of people are playing games in a circle, but I am locked in the dark room of my mind, watching from a distance, and I can never get rid of the shackles. In the warm sunshine outside the window, my heart is as cold as ice. " This sentence is the best portrayal of my mood at that time. In the second grade, a new class teacher came. She taught Chinese. I don't know how long I haven't attracted the teacher's attention, but I was the first to answer the question. The whole class was in uproar. I froze. I even complained about why she opposed me, which put me under great pressure. However, I got up the courage to stand up, muttered my answer, and then stole a look at her. Her narrowed eyes seemed harmless. "What are you talking about? Please speak up!" I gritted my teeth, blushed and said it again. Then there was a short silence, which was terrible. I seem to feel subtle changes in the air. I can't control my heart. "Classmate, can you speak louder?" She still insists. All her eyes were focused on me, and a heat wave rushed out of my sleeping heart. Tears rolled down her eyes. She came up to me and said slowly, word for word, "You have the courage to shout out your opinion, don't you have the courage to open the window in your heart?" I froze, and my blood froze on my hot cheeks. The sound that just shook my ears was a voice that gently shook my heart-no, it was definitely an appeal! I heard the call of the window of the soul! Yes, it is this voice that broke my mental shackles; It is this voice that re-established my inner strength; It is this voice that fills my heart with confidence and hope! Today, seven years later, I once again sit at the window and look back at my growing footprints, full of confidence and sunshine. At this moment, my heart is empty except for the word "gratitude". Really, I thank the teacher who reborn me from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps, years can blur her image in my mind, and that timeless sentence has long been sublimated into the motto of my life. Outside the window, the most beautiful red for many years, people have always compared the teacher to a red candle, praising her spirit of silently shining and dedication without regrets, and teachers have always spurred themselves with the spirit of candles. Although "teacher" is only a professional title, in reality, teachers' professional behavior seems to be the whole of their lives. They sacrifice themselves for the students to thrive. They like students and forums. The podium makes people old and chalk stains their heads, but the teachers have no regrets, lost their will and worked hard. This kind of selfless dedication is like a red candle, burning itself to illuminate others and paying for the growth of groups of students. However, in today's society, the red candle is actually a sad and tragic metaphor for teachers. China is in the primary stage of socialism, and "centering on economic construction, adhering to the four cardinal principles and persisting in reform and opening up" is the basic line in the new period. The wave of socialist economy is stirring all over the country, and it is also impacting the education garden. Faced with the colorful economic world and the prosperity of open cities and special economic zones, many people with lofty ideals are eager to try. It is true that few teachers have tried a few tricks, but most teachers can stand on the three-foot platform and work hard. Teachers, with their lofty moral character, strive to shape the beautiful hearts of millions of young people, work hard, work hard, and struggle silently in their teaching posts for more than ten years and decades, and are willing to serve as "ladders" for children to climb the new peak of cultural and scientific knowledge on their shoulders. Mr. Ye Shengtao has long said: "Teachers come with hearts and no roots." It also made me deeply understand the meaning of people comparing teachers to red candles. Yes, if teachers don't have the dedication to burn themselves and illuminate others like a red candle, how can our education flourish? Where do the talents who are the pillars of the four modernizations come from? Who will create the prosperity of the country? There are countless praises for teachers. However, I want to say that all these praises to teachers can hardly hide your dedication. We are all flesh and blood people, know pain and love, and long for a happy modern civilization. Just for the revitalization of education, you abandon self-interest, stick to the three-foot platform, silently plant flowers and trees, and pursue your unshakable vision. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

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

Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a 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 evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

Once again, I sat in front of the window, where there were lush buttonwood leaves and green grass, and from time to time, a group of pleasant birds flew by laughing. Looking back, a piece of glass firmly imprisoned my mind, so that I could not release myself and melt into the beautiful scenery outside the window ... When I was a child, I was withdrawn and only liked to hide in the last corner of the classroom by the window, which was my personal world. I can barely mumble, so all the teachers are too lazy to ask questions. "A lot of people are playing games in a circle, but I am locked in a dark room of my mind, watching from a distance, and I can never get rid of the shackles. In the warm sunshine outside the window, my heart is as cold as ice. " This sentence is the best portrayal of my mood at that time. In the second grade, a new class teacher came. She taught Chinese. I don't know how long I haven't attracted the teacher's attention, but I was the first to answer the question. The whole class was in uproar. I froze. I even complained about why she opposed me, which put me under great pressure. However, I got up the courage to stand up, muttered my answer, and then stole a look at her. Her narrowed eyes seemed harmless. "What are you talking about? Please speak up!" I gritted my teeth, blushed and said it again. Then there was a short silence, which was terrible. I seem to feel subtle changes in the air. I can't control my heart. "Classmate, can you speak louder?" She still insists. All her eyes were focused on me, and a heat wave rushed out of my sleeping heart. Tears rolled down her eyes. She came up to me and said slowly, word for word, "You have the courage to shout out your opinion, don't you have the courage to open the window in your heart?" I froze, and my blood froze on my hot cheeks. The sound that just shook my ears was a voice that gently shook my heart-no, it was definitely an appeal! I heard the call of the window of the soul! Yes, it is this voice that broke my mental shackles; It is this voice that re-established my inner strength; It is this voice that fills my heart with confidence and hope! Today, seven years later, I once again sit at the window and look back at my growing footprints, full of confidence and sunshine. At this moment, my heart is empty except for the word "gratitude". Really, I thank the teacher who reborn me from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps, years can blur her image in my mind, and that timeless sentence has long been sublimated into the motto of my life. Outside the window, the most beautiful red.