People usually compare innocent children to seedlings, flowers and small trees, and the teachers who cultivate these seedlings, flowers and small trees, like hardworking gardeners, water, cultivate and care for every seedling in the garden with wisdom, love and sweat, so that they can thrive.

The ancients in China said: "Teachers are like parents", which fully embodies the traditional virtue of "respecting teachers and loving teaching" of the Chinese nation, and also embodies the noble morality of teachers "loving life as children". People compare teachers to "loving mothers", mainly using the kindest, most sincere and most touching honorifics given to female teachers by "childlike innocence and maternal love".

"Love is a ray of golden sunshine." Lu Xun, a modern writer in China, said: "Education is rooted in love." Teachers' love for students is manifested in their unreserved dedication of energy, enthusiasm, talent and knowledge, so that students can get a better education and get the best results intellectually, spiritually and morally. Teachers should be called educators, and educators are also engineers of human souls. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the threads in their hearts and weave a beautiful and warm world with infinite love for life without knowing anything." "Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning.

People compare teachers to "spring rain" and students to "spring seedlings", which need to be watered. Our teachers, like continuous spring rain, moisten students' hearts with love, enlighten students' wisdom with rich knowledge, subtly cultivate students' morality with excellent personality and cultivate students' hearts with selfless dedication. The noble sentiments of teachers Gan Huachun and Yu Runbei have added infinite brilliance to Spring Rain.

Now people compare teachers to "ladders"-"those who make self-sacrifice and selfless dedication for the success of others". People call teachers "ladders" because the glorious people's teachers have such excellent quality and spirit. The broad masses of people's teachers work hard in the garden of education. They do not seek fame, profit or return. They teach and educate people in obscurity and train talents conscientiously. And those students who are admitted to the university, succeed and make a name for themselves all step on the teacher's shoulder and use the teacher as a ladder to climb to the peak of their lives. Although life is hard, they are concerned about the future of the motherland and students; Although the candle is a small fire, it burns itself out and illuminates others. It is precisely because of these unknown teachers' concern and training for these students that thousands of talents shine in different positions in Qian Qian today. It is precisely because of the hard work of these gardeners that many successful people have made brilliant achievements today under the correct guidance and their own efforts. Behind these successful people, besides thanking their parents and friends, shouldn't we thank the teachers who have worked hard to cultivate, educate, discover and encourage us?

"Falling in love is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud is more protective. This is the love of devotees, and sacrificing oneself brings hope. "

Dear teacher, the flow of time and space has brought me closer to you, but I miss your freshness forever! Like a spring breeze blowing flowers! Sunny, fruitful! Your guidance has given me ideal wings since I was a child. No matter what happens tomorrow. Or say from the heart: "thank you." You are like a boat, carrying me to the ocean of knowledge! !

My favorite teacher, September 10, is Teacher's Day in China. As I said, there has been a traditional virtue of respecting teachers and valuing education since ancient times. Here I offer my most sincere charge-I wish you health and happiness forever! Peach and plum are all over the world! I also want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard. I wish you a happy holiday. "

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you!

The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart!

You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life. You are a model in the eyes of our students.

I admire great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-

My teacher, you.

You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.

In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher-

Engineers of the human soul, only with this glorious name, have the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue sky!

Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you a teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment!

In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!

Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.

In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".

You are a charcoal fire in winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea.

Teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable!

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Praise the gardener

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 who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make 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 sow spring, ideals and strength with the noblest feelings of human beings. ...

Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are 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!

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My teacher

I am proud to have such a good teacher as me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.

In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?

But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". .

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

But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.

Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.

I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?

Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher!

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My most respected teacher

One of my most respected teachers is my head teacher, Miss Zhang. She is as strict with us as her mother and loves us.

Miss Zhang has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. Teacher Zhang asked me to write neatly and regularly before letting me go home. I hated teacher Zhang at that time and thought, isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way. When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. Teacher Zhang's strict requirements are correct and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. " After listening to my mother's words, I understand Mr. Zhang's intention and admire him even more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write. After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is 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 let the students devote themselves to their studies, Mr. Zhang visited every family in his spare time and knew every child's family situation like the back of his hand, thus giving us timely care. Teacher Zhang will also observe words and deeds! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will take her classmates to see a doctor herself, so that they can get timely treatment. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was so excited. I am really proud of having such a strict and considerate teacher.

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

My former teacher.

My teacher is very busy. If you look at her, maybe a few beads of sweat will roll down from her head.

Once, she went to another school to attend classes, just as the head teacher of the whole school was going. But after class, all the other teachers went shopping. Only xu teacher (my teacher) was desperate and hurried back. When she suddenly appeared in the class, the whole class was stunned by her appearance. Suddenly, the class was in chaos: someone was talking, someone was cheering, and someone was booing! Suddenly, a classmate stood up and said to the teacher, "xu teacher, all the other teachers have gone shopping. Why are you coming back? " Xu teacher smiled and said to his classmates, "I came back to tell my father about the paper!" After that, she handed out the paper to each classmate and began to talk seriously. At this time, I found a sweat in the teacher's ear and slipped down at once. ...

This is our head teacher, xu teacher. What a responsible and good teacher!