600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (1)

The teacher has guided my life. Whenever I think of my current achievements, I am particularly grateful for the teacher's patience, care and never give up on me. I have grown up and learned to be sensible, so I should thank my teacher.

The teacher has inconspicuous small eyes, but in my heart, those eyes are the compass for my growth. They always point out the right path to me. In the most intense period of study, I gradually fell in love with online games. Since then, academic performance has plummeted, homework is not willing to do every day, and class is not attentive. I was found by the teacher soon after I behaved abnormally. So you talked to me, told me the harmfulness of online games to myself, and asked me not to indulge in online games any more. I listened carefully and looked at your little eyes. I made up my mind to stay away from online games. After a while, my grades have become excellent.

Teacher, you have a rough big hand, but in my heart, your big hand is my best 'comfort. In the midterm exam last semester, I failed my English and math exams because of my nervousness. You know, so you came to comfort me, saying that it doesn't matter if I failed in the exam. I still have a language that I didn't take. As long as I take a good exam, I will certainly do well in it. Just as you finished, you touched my head with your hand. Suddenly, I felt refreshed. I successfully passed the Chinese exam. The result came out, I got the first place in the class!

Teacher, your fat body is my shade tree in my heart. The sky was gray, and soon it began to rain heavily. The students knew that it was raining today, so they all took their umbrellas with them. Only I forgot to take them. The students all went home in groups, and I stared blankly at the ceaseless rain. When you saw it, you offered to send me home. I am in the opposite direction to your family, but you still resolutely carry me through the vast rain. It was cold all the way, and my raincoat could not keep me warm. So I held your thick waist, and I felt a burst of warmth. After you sent me home, you plunged into the heavy rain. The next day, you caught a cold.

Teacher, you look like my parents! You have paid so much effort to cultivate us. At this time, I only have one sentence: "I love you - my teacher!"

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (2)

teacher! You are always very angry when we do something wrong, and smile at us when we are cute; teacher! Thank you for telling us the historical stories. When we listened to them with great interest, we would like to highlight the significance behind the historical stories. Then, play the story Solitaire game again to strengthen our memory, so that we can have more spirit in class, and more laughter in class, so that the class becomes more colorful!

Teacher, you are as kind as my mother. You never tire of teaching where I don't know. Teaching again and again will make me feel like a super large dictionary. You will pay without regret. No matter Chinese, math, society..., you are omnipotent in every question. As long as you ask, the confusion in your heart will be easily solved.

teacher! You are like a magician. Sometimes you become a ferocious tigress, sometimes you become my loving mother, sometimes you become my exclusive dictionary, sometimes you become a joy making machine... It is so changeable! It dazzled me. I really admire you, a skilled omnipotent magic teacher.

teacher! You really make our class love and hate! The reason for love is that you often make the whole class laugh, which makes us like school more, and life is more interesting and joyful; And hate? It is because you are sometimes too serious when joking. We all think you are really angry! It was not until the truth came out that the whole class could not laugh or cry!

teacher! Thank you for teaching us for so many years, and you have led us to do many things in the class, such as billboards, honor lists, etc. You are really versatile. We all like your new and enthusiastic teacher. We hope you can continue to teach us until we graduate from primary school. Then, we will all have the best and most interesting childhood memories when we get along with you!

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A good teacher is better than ten thousand books. She has a western-style and curly yellow hair, a pair of long willow eyebrows, a pair of bright big eyes, and always has a kind smile on her face, gentle but dignified. Her white skin is like Snow White in a fairy tale; She is tall, like a model. Guess which teacher she is? By the way, she is our current class teacher, Miss Qiao Lei!

Teacher Qiao teaches us Chinese, and she is very strict with us. She comes to school early every day, prepares lessons carefully and corrects our homework meticulously. If we write well or make progress, Miss Qiao will mark our homework books with bright red stars to encourage us to move forward. In class, she strictly requires us to take notes in class, encourages us to speak actively and dare to say different opinions. After class, she will use a tactful way to teach us to correct our mistakes and be a good student who knows and corrects our mistakes.

Teacher Qiao not only cares about our study, but also our life. When class was over, she chatted with us and often laughed happily. Even timid I smiled sweetly. It was cold, she reminded us to dress more; It's hot, remind us to drink more water. When a student fell ill, Miss Qiao was more worried than anyone. She took good care of us and called our parents at the same time... So she lived happily with us every day.

Teacher Qiao, like a hardworking gardener, nurtures us to grow up healthily; Just like a spring silkworm that spits out all its green silk, it selflessly dedicates its youth to us; Like a piece of white and flawless chalk, it shortens itself and educates the next generation. "Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and the moon, and chalk speechless writes about spring and autumn." Because of teacher Qiao, our school life is so colorful. Thank you, dear teacher Qiao!

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (4)

Teacher, three years have passed quietly. Maybe I gave you a headache, maybe I worried you, maybe I made you feel comfortable, maybe I made you proud... Anyway, you are always my beloved teacher. Maybe you don't have to remember me, but I will always remember your teachings.

Time is running out. When we broke up, I realized how deep our friendship between teachers and students is. I believe that our friendship over the past three years can be condensed into a cup of tea to help us drive our hearts away. I believe that our friendship can exist in our hearts and will not disappear because of time. There is a bosom friend in the sea, and the world is like a neighbor, although we will be scattered in the ends of the earth in the future, I believe that our friendship is like a bright pearl, illuminating our hearts!

Teachers are the kindling, which ignites the fire of students' hearts; The teacher is a stone step, bearing the students step by step to climb up. You are like a candle. Although it is thin, it is hot and light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lecture is sweet like a ding dong mountain spring, friendly like a gurgling brook, stirring like a rushing river

Spring silkworm never said anything about itself in its life. The silver it 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 your evaluation.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the spring spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You -- the teacher's love, the world's greatest, clean.

The value of fireflies is that they use the lamp hanging at the rear to shine on others; Your respect lies in always bringing convenience to others.

Who sprinkles rain and dew all over the earth? Who fed the seedlings? You, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your hard work, which one does not have your smile!

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (5)

At this moment full of expectations, in this season of hope, we ushered in a new semester. Farewell to the hot summer. In the autumn of hope, we gather together to hold the opening ceremony and the Teachers' Day meeting. This is not only to taste the joy of success, not only to enjoy the joy of success, but also to look forward to the future, draw a blueprint and sow ideals.

The love of parents makes us feel the hardships of upbringing; The love of friends makes us feel the warmth of mutual assistance; The love of teachers enables us to enjoy the broadness of selfless care without seeking return.

The reason why teachers make us unforgettable is that our hearts are filled with teachers' love. The reason why the teacher moved us is that our soul condensed the teacher's true feelings. Thank you for your education and wish you a happy Teachers' Day!

I am proud that I am a student of Experimental Middle School. There are united and pragmatic leaders, knowledgeable and responsible teachers, and energetic, studious and innovative students. We are lucky to be able to integrate into such a learning environment. Here, the beautiful campus beckons to us, and the door of knowledge opens to us. Since the times have given us a glorious mission, we should be the best middle school students.

All our junior two students have experienced seven years of study and life, and have made some achievements and gained some hope. But we are never satisfied with the status quo, let alone proud. You should know that "knowledge lies in accumulation, and genius lies in diligence." Diligence is the basis for success, and struggle is the key to success. In the new semester, we will be more mature and our smile will be more brilliant!

You will face more challenges and difficulties, but please don't give up. Believe in yourself. Believe that "the sword is sharpened and the plum blossom is fragrant from the bitter cold". Please raise the sails of your ideal, swing the oars of wisdom and fight in the ocean of knowledge.

"When the wind blows and the waves break, we can sail straight to the sea". Students, let's ride the wind and waves under the teacher's earnest instruction to reach the other side of the ideal. "You can easily see the east wind, and all colors are always spring." Let our ideal flower blossom all over the campus of Experimental Middle School.

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (6)

On Teacher's Day, the students in our class brought a variety of gifts to the teacher, and the students talked about these gifts.

Real flower or fake flower

The flowers we brought were numerous and colorful. Liu Jiayi brought three distinctive dark blue flowers, whose petals were sprinkled with silver glittering powder.

These three flowers triggered a debate among almost everyone in the class: Are they real flowers or fake flowers? Liu Jiayi firmly announced that the flowers that used up her pocket money this month were absolutely real flowers, and the students said that it was impossible for real flowers to grow into this shape.

Zhang Chifei poked out a small petal, revealing a pink "skin". Then Zhang Chifei announced that she was sure that it was a real flower, but it was the "mummy" of the real flowers.

Hair sugar

I brought three boxes of chocolates. My deskmate read them and shouted, "Wu Di gave them chocolates!" But greedy students thought that I would give them chocolates to eat. They looked at me eagerly. Zhou Zhou found that I didn't show any sign, so he couldn't wait to say, "I want three!"

paper-cut

I stuck a piece of paper cut on the chocolate box with the words "happy holiday" on it. Because it was too difficult to cut it, I only got one. When I finally gave it to the teacher, I didn't know who it was for. I thought, "Maybe I will never know which of the three teachers it is for."

In the afternoon, the math teacher asked me quietly who cut the paper cut, saying it was really beautiful.

regret

One classmate prepared chocolate like me, but the difference was that she prepared four portions. She gave the extra copy to the head teacher __. Why didn't I think of it? How regretful!

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (7)

It's almost Teacher's Day again. Every year, his name will be written on the greeting card, and this year is no exception. Whenever I write a blessing, his kind smile will always appear in my mind, and I will always remember his caring eyes. Everything is so true.

His surname is Zhou. He is a lovely old man with a kind face and always very humorous. But he has a bad habit of smoking. He smokes several packs a day. He is a smoker. When we were in the third day of the junior high, we also changed our teacher. He taught us

Before he taught me mathematics, I was a naughty and mischievous person, but I like mathematics very much, and my math scores are also very good, but I am arrogant. I often sleep in math classes, because I think the teacher's teaching is useless, not as good as self-study.

I still remember that when he entered our classroom in the first lesson, the students were whispering in private: Why is an old man coming. But I still have that lazy expression. I think the teacher is not the same again and again. He will only read the book, not new.

However, I was wrong. He asked too many questions in class, and no matter how difficult the questions were, he could always let us understand, because he liked to tell mathematics as a story. Teacher Zhou had a characteristic in his lectures. He always rolled up his sleeves when he was very excited, and suddenly said, "Am I right in solving this question?" When the students knew there was fraud, they collectively shouted, "No!" He then asked, "Is it right?" Now, everyone was a little flustered, and then answered in a weak voice, "Yes." At this time, he always glared at his eyes and shouted out his original exclamation: "Yes!" The students burst into an uproar, and the classroom collapsed.

I was good at math at that time, so I naturally became a math class representative. Every time I handed my book to the teacher's office after school, I always saw him smoking cigarettes while preparing lessons and correcting homework. His eyes were so focused that someone came in without noticing. Once, the school was going to select a math show person to participate in a provincial competition. At that time, there was only one place. I was honored to be selected, and the teacher who trained me was him. He asked me to go to his home to train me at the weekend. But I thought about the competition. What's great? Training or not is the same. So he didn't go. He went straight to my home to train me. I was very embarrassed, Later, I went to his home for training. My teacher is a very good person and always likes to make snacks for me. The teacher always takes great pains to explain the topic to me, and often teaches me that a proud and conceited person will fail sooner or later, and he has learned a lot about my life.

However, something unexpected happened. One day, the teacher fell ill, but soon stood on the platform and continued to teach us. We thought that the teacher was suffering from a minor illness. Later, we learned that he was diagnosed with cancer when he was sent to the hospital for examination. But he asked his family to keep secrets and insisted on leaving the hospital to teach us. It was funny that I didn't even know that he was teaching me when he was sick, Explain the topic to me. Just a few days before the competition, he fell down. He fell down when he explained the topic to me again. He never came back after he was sent to the hospital. Later, I learned that his condition worsened due to overwork, and his rescue was ineffective and he died. When I heard the news, the pen in my hand fell, and tears fell unconsciously.

The day he was buried was just when I participated in the competition. I failed to attend the teacher's funeral, but I repaid him with my achievements. I won the first prize in that competition. But I burned the certificate - I want to send it to my teacher in heaven in this way. I want the teacher to see: his students did not let him down!

What really affected me was not his words, but his personality charm. He gave me the most vivid life class with his behavior! I have always wanted to write an article to commemorate him. Today, I finally got this opportunity, not for any awards, but to commemorate my respected teacher.

600 word composition of thanksgiving teachers in primary schools (8)

In one's life, there will certainly be some people who have helped you, and so will I. What impressed me was a wrestling.

That day, we published the class blackboard newspaper. At that time, there was no idle table for me to stand on. I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea: put two chairs together. Once I have an idea, I will immediately put it into action. I asked one of my classmates to help me. Although I was a little afraid, I still stood up. Unexpectedly, the student didn't help me. My feet slipped and I heard a "tick" and I fell heavily on the ground. My face turned pale at once, and my heart seemed to be cut by a sharp knife... What an indescribable pain! Tears hung on my cheeks like broken beads.

Why do you do this? I blame myself for coming up with this "good idea". At that moment, the crowd poured in like a tide, and the students looked at me with sympathetic eyes and comforted me from time to time: Are you OK? Does it hurt? "Dong Dong, Dong Dong", a sound from the corridor reached my ears. "Here comes the teacher!" the students shouted. The teacher asked, "What's the matter? I heard a voice in the office!" All the students said with one voice, "Qian Siyi is injured!" The teacher hurried over, squatted down and asked me with concern, "Is it still painful now, The teacher helped me up carefully and let me go back to my seat to have a rest. There was a warm current in my heart, and I felt a little comfortable immediately. Taking this opportunity, the teacher said to the whole class: "Don't fold two chairs in the future. Safety is the first thing to do!" Later, the teacher asked me if it hurt, and I said it was much better. I can't help thinking that I can't do such dangerous things in the future, which worries the teacher.

We must express our gratitude to those who have helped us, remember this in our hearts, and pass on the character of helping others. If you see someone needs help, you should extend a helping hand to him, help him and encourage him!