1 I have a pair of eyes and look at you affectionately. Those are the teacher's eyes. Whether you are brilliant or dim, you are the star in the teacher's heart. Please cheer up and don't break the teacher's heart!
Autumn in September, Teacher's Day, the tide is surging, and the past is like a shuttle. How many years of ups and downs, how many years, how many days, how many ... searches, how many twists and turns. Always think about the source of strength, always feel the spark of wisdom, and always sing songs praising teachers.
The teaching profession is sacred and tragic. As the ancients said, teachers preach and teach to solve doubts. Throughout the ages, stepping into the teaching profession means burning yourself and illuminating the determination of others! Since the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, many teachers in the school have worked hard in obscurity, cultivated the backbones of hundreds of millions of nations, and composed the eternal ode of Chinese civilization. It has a long history. For those who are outstanding and have outstanding achievements, there must be a good teacher, and their teacher may have devoted his life to it, with no regrets.
The road of teachers is ordinary and passionate. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are more than ten desks on the three-foot platform; The stars are shifting, and the campus classrooms are crude. Going back and forth in the same way, ordinary things waste time. There are also bitterness and bitterness, and there have been joys and sorrows. I also know that the world is warm and cold, and I am also popular. In the face of innocence, dry your tears and let the spring breeze gently brush away the buds; Climb the pulpit, inspire words, and fill the field of hope with wisdom. Ordinary roads and ordinary lives are often filled with lofty and unforgettable passions.
The teacher's dream is beautiful and indifferent. The glory of dreams, the transcendence of dreams and the dependence of dreams reflect the nobility of the soul. Teachers' beautiful dream is nothing more than shine on you and better than blue, and talents are what teachers dream of. Maybe Bo Gu's teacher Tong Can enlightened today; Perhaps the teacher is broad-minded and personable; Perhaps the teacher's beautiful dream stems from a beautiful and selfless career. On the road of every successful person, no one can count how many teachers' bodies have made paving stones for you to step on to open up the future. Lift your feet carefully, don't crush their hearts. 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 …
Perhaps, your life has surpassed many ups and downs, stepped on countless steps, and finally stepped into glory and reached the peak. Please face the breeze and bright moon and reflect on yourself. Do you still remember, in every ditch, every step, there are several teachers holding you forward, carrying you to a high place to receive the scenery of the world. Perhaps, you are lamenting the mediocrity of your life and the injustice of fate: why does the wreath of glory always fall on others' heads, and only give loneliness, ruthlessness, misery and even misfortune their own names? Please think for a long time on a quiet night. How many teachers have paid the same hard work for you, and even given you far more care than others, and tears filled your eyes for your tiny success. Even if you fail and fall, there are always mocking eyes around you and a pair of loving eyes staring at you. Those are the teacher's eyes. Whether you are brilliant or dim, you are the star in the teacher's heart. Please cheer up and don't break the teacher's heart! The higher you climb, the harder you drill. New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. Looking back, I have many fantasies and feel sorry for my teacher. Happy holidays, chasing back and forth, giving new songs to the old shadows by candlelight. Whether you are white-haired or young, let's hold hands, bow down, sincerely bless all the teachers and say with tears, "Thank you, thank you!" " "
Thank you, mom.
From birth to growth, there is one person who helps himself the most, gives the most love and has the best intentions, and that is our beloved mother. The birth of every child is a painful test and challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is a difficult beginning of a mother's life.
Everyone's mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, cordial love, obvious love and hidden love ... My mother's love for me is unknown love, which is reflected in small things.
I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds disappeared without a trace. I came home from my teacher's house. My mother didn't pick me up by bike as usual, so we had to walk to the station and go home by bus. The station is far from here, so we have to walk some distance to get to it. On the way, I felt sweat running down my hair, flowing over my face, DC flowing to the ground, and my lips were very dry. It seems that not only I am hot, but also the willows on the roadside are drooping their heads and chirping "cicada-cicada" in the trees. Suddenly, a chill came over my face. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream." I looked at the soda fountain and couldn't help saying. "Then buy one." Mom agreed, and I bought an ice cream that was still cold. "Mom, aren't you going to buy one?" I asked my mother, and she said it was too cold and my stomach was upset. I insist that my mother take a bite. It's cold, but she just won't eat it. There are times when the thigh can't beat the arm. Finally, at my insistence, my mother only took a sip. The food she eats is sweet and fragrant. Looking at my mother, I feel my eyes are a little blurred and I want to cry. Come to think of it, since I started learning piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. For my future, my mother has paid too much. I won't let my tears flow, for fear that my mother will find that I can't eat the ice cream in my mother's hand.
It's still hot, but I'm not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by ice cream, but because of my mother's love.
Mother is a sacred role. I think my mother is like an angel sent by heaven to protect me. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. And I, how can I repay my mother? Money, status, rights, studies … are all material satisfaction, which can never repay my mother's love for me. A little respect and filial piety is not enough.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays."
As soon as we were born, the umbilical cord connecting us with our mother was cut off, but our spiritual blood relationship with our mother was hard to cut off for life.
Like most mothers, my mother is an ordinary person. However, she is great in my mind.
My mother not only gave me spiritual support, but also gave me substantive support, so that I could learn knowledge better.
That morning, after school, the teacher left us a notice that students who wanted to take part in math training should sign up for the intelligence training class of Little Champion, and the tuition fee was 250 yuan. Oh, my God, it's money again! Since the beginning of school, I have spent a lot of money and bought complete solutions and review materials ... A few days later, I took hundreds from home. Now, I ask my mother for money again. Hey ... Are you coming? When I got home, my mother asked me why I came back so late, so I had to tell the truth. Unexpectedly, my mother immediately agreed, saying, "Go, you must go, as long as you can improve your math scores, no matter how much it costs." Ok, mom will go to the bank to withdraw money this afternoon, and you can take it to register tomorrow. "Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears!
There's one more thing I remember. Once the weather turned cold, all the students in the class bought the most popular sneakers just released this year. I want them too. So I went home and told my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother said angrily, "your shoes have just been bought, and they are not broken." How can you buy it again? You know how to be popular. You go to school to learn, not to compete with others. The money for these shoes is not mom's. But the money is not worth spending. After hearing this, I was too ashamed to buy new shoes. Unexpectedly, two days later, when I came home from school, I saw the most popular sneakers this year on the bedroom floor, and there was a note that said, "Daughter, after your mother educated you that day, you can correct your mistakes in time. Very good. This pair of shoes was awarded to you by your mother. After reading it, I was too excited to speak.
Yes! Where to find such a good mother! What I get from her is not only the comfort of love, but also the truth of being a man and the attitude of living.
Yes! Motherly love is really the most selfless feeling. It falls on our hearts like 20 showers in spring. Although silent, it moistens a seedling of life.