Writing a composition~~urgent

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot be counted as your contribution! Poems and songs cannot express my admiration for you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of the soul to nourish the beautiful fruits of our sentiments. In this unusual festival, we offer our deepest blessings!

Every year, I send you the first ray of spring together with the New Year's card; my dear teacher, I hope spring will always be with you!

Gardener - a noble title. Look at the flowers blooming on the branches, watered by your hard work and sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is shining everywhere!

The sun is shining, and the spring feeling is warm in the gardener's heart; the rain and dew are moistening, and the peach and plum branches are blooming with red buds. --Wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; you are like spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, making the land of China full of fragrance. On this festive occasion, let me offer you a flower from my heart to express my heartfelt wishes to you.

Writing carols with the sky full of colorful clouds and weaving poems with flowers everywhere cannot fully express our congratulations to teachers on this holiday!

“The world is full of peaches and plums” is the glory of teachers. ——On this Gardener's Day, when the wind is clear and the autumn fruits are abundant, I wish you happiness and eternal youth!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. On your holiday, I would like to dedicate a high tribute to you.

Dear teacher, your sincere teachings are like the spring breeze and the rain, and they will always be in my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness and success!

We grow from seedlings to big trees, but we will always be your students. In your sixtieth year, I wish you an evergreen tree of life.

You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening the soul. We hold excellent results and congratulate you on your victory!

Teacher, I wish that the students you educate will be full of talents and elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May the hearts of all my classmates be open to you.

May the music of my creek always echo in your deep valley.

When the tide goes out, leave colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we give our sincere wishes to our teachers.

Admiration

You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are attracted by you, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...< /p>

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 a group of people. The souls 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, which truly lasts forever.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and seem so magical - oh, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up in my mind!

You respect sincerity and integrity as the principles for conducting yourself in the world. You are a role model for our students.

I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher you.

You hold us to strict requirements and set an example by your own actions. Once your advice, request, and even order are put forward, we must do it, but you always make us sincerely convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you have left in my heart.

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 treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher - the engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as profound as the blue sky!

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 sincerely - Teacher! 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 harsh 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, educate people well, and are willing to serve as a ladder for others. , unforgettable!

Looking up makes you taller, drilling makes you stronger. ——"The Analects of Confucius·Zihan"

New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old branches. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandsons will surround Fengchi. ――〖Qing〗Zheng Xie

Thank you

On the journey of life, you have enriched my soul, developed my intelligence, and ignited the light of hope for me.

Thank you, teacher!

The spring rain dyes the world green, but it disappears silently into the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that nourishes our hearts, and we will always be grateful to you.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, you gave me the colorful colors... How should I thank you!

Treading every corner of my heart and every inch of my soul is full of respect for you.

It’s like going from the brisk outdoors to the fireside on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care is like the bright red of the furnace coals, giving me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?

I am extremely grateful for your painstaking teachings and will keep them in my heart!

There is no limit to the end of the world, only the teacher’s kindness will last forever. Thank you, teacher!

You dyed the color of my youth with all the love in your heart; you used your persistent belief to mold the unyielding character of my character...Teacher, you are shining in the spark of my life!

When a bird encounters wind and rain, it hides in its nest; when there is wind and rain in my heart, I always hide in your arms - my teacher, you are my umbrella to protect me from the rain. How can I not thank you for the wall that blocks the wind!

Without your generous contribution, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Thank you very much, dear teacher.

You send me into a colorful world, you bring me into an infinite world...Teacher, my heart is calling you and saluting you.

You gave me your soul, you gave me your tenderness, you gave me your motherly love...Teacher, you only know how to give and never want to receive, how can I not express my sincerity to you? of respect?

Your eyes are a silent language, full of expectations for me; they are a burning flame, giving me huge heat: it will be imprinted in my heart for a long time...

< p>If I can fight against the blue sky, it is you who have given me the wings to soar; if I am a warrior who hits the waves, it is you who have given me the power to make waves; if I am an immortal torch, it is you who have given me the strength to fly. The light of my youth!

Teacher, in the light of wisdom emanating from us today, the spark you ignited back then still shines!

In the past, you sowed the seeds of knowledge in my heart. Today, I have achieved the fruits of my scientific research - teacher, this is your harvest!

Your sincere teachings have turned into the wisdom in my mind, the blood in my chest, and the norms of behavior...I thank you, thank you for your careful cultivation of me.

Because of your love and hard work, the peaches and plums are gorgeous and the rice and wheat are golden. May my gratitude turn into a bouquet of flowers that will never wither and bring fragrance to your life.

I will never forget your gentle words that washed away the dust in my soul; I will never forget your mighty east wind-like instructions that inspired me to move forward. Teacher, I am forever grateful to you!

Vacuum, determination, humility, simplicity - this is the song you taught me to sing, this is the path of life you guided me to take.

There is a rainbow that does not appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart and urges me to live an upright life - to my mentor who always cares about me!

Teacher, thank you for using your light of life to illuminate my journey of life.

Missing

Everything that has passed will become a cordial memory - Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater, and you...

If time Being able to turn back time and let me return to my student days - dear teacher, how I want to listen to your sincere and thoughtful teachings again...

After farewell, for a long time, your voice has always been in my ears. ringing; your figure often appears in front of my eyes; your teachings always stay in my heart...

Life is an endless road, I walk, walk, keep walking . When I am tired and slack, your firm face, perseverance voice, and perseverance spirit will appear in my memory. Teacher, you taught me life, how can I forget you!

Every time I harvest, I can't help but miss the cultivator who sows hard - the teacher.

Teacher, although we have been apart for a long time, your image seems to be a brilliant and shining light spot, which has always been shining in my heart.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a small boat of memory, letting it float in the lake of longing.

The clothes are still the same and the appearance is still the same. Your familiar writing on the blackboard and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher...

I miss you, dear teacher! The gaze of your bright eyes is treasured in my heart. They are like two clear springs, flowing forever in the valley of my heart...

Those who drink from its flow will remember its source, and when they learn from it, they will remember my teacher.

Praise

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!

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, connecting the severed mountains for us, 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 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.

Spring Silkworm has never said anything self-proclaimed in her life, and the silver thread she spits 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! (

Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. Peaches and plums are all over the world, and talents are all over China.

There are many things to learn in life; there are many things to learn in life. Do. The person who teaches you how to do things in your life is the teacher.

There are many difficult things in life, and the most difficult thing is to be a human being. The person who teaches you how to be a human being is the teacher.

There are many things in life that you cherish. And when you have snow on your temples and are at peace, you will know that the only thing in this world is sincerity. Teachers, only teachers, can teach you sincerity.

The profession of a teacher does not allow for falsehood; the profession of a teacher rejects treachery and all hypocrisy. The words and deeds of being ugly, buying and selling short, and harming others and enriching yourself are contrary to the teacher's morality and are not tolerated by the title of teacher.

Perhaps, you have overcome many ups and downs and stepped on countless steps in your life. Finally, you have stepped into glory and climbed to the top. Please face the breeze and the bright moon and reflect on yourself. Remember, at every ditch and step, there are several teachers who are helping you move forward and carrying you to the heights with their shoulders. Accept the scenery of the world.

On the road of every successful person, no one can count how many teachers have made paving stones for you to step on and open up your future carefully. Lift your feet and don't crush their hearts.

Perhaps you lament the mediocrity of your life and lament the unfairness of fate: why do the garlands of glory always hang on other people's heads, while only giving loneliness, desolation, misery and even misfortune to your own name. Please also think long and hard at night, how many teachers have worked hard for you, even given you far more care than others, and are so happy that you burst into tears for your slight success, even if you fail or fall, you will be surrounded by ridicule. There is always a pair of eyes staring at you full of love

. Those are the teacher's eyes. No matter you are brilliant or dim, you are the star in the teacher's heart. Please cheer up and don't hurt the teacher's heart!

It is not too much to compare the teacher to a mother, to a human ladder, to a red candle burning oneself to illuminate others, or to a spring silkworm trying to spit out the last mouthful of silk thread. If there were no teachers in this world, mankind would forever fall into chaos. Teachers are the pillars of the sky, the spring rain that moistens the earth, and the endless army of mankind. If there is a profession in the world that is dedicated to enduring hardship and benefiting others, it is teachers. No one is more sacred than them.

Whether we are young or old, let us hold hands, bow down, respectfully bless all the teachers, and say with tears: "Thank you, thank you, teacher!" ”

Your light is the brightest from the window late at night, you are the first to walk on the road in the early morning, and you are the most romantic on the three-foot podium. This is you---------a glorious people's teacher!

As a people's teacher, you want nothing but to impart knowledge to lovely students. You have nothing to love but to devote all your body and mind to your beloved career. From your youth to your gray hair, for decades, you have embarked on a bright trajectory in life with your loyalty to the party, your people, and education!

The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your guiding light, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever a new year of students comes, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduated students will send you off with tears in their eyes. You impart knowledge to them so that they can swim in the ocean of knowledge. It is you who teach them how to behave so that they can make more contributions to society. You are a hardworking gardener, looking forward to a garden filled with flowers and fragrant peaches and plums! In the small classroom, it was you who taught them how to write their names, and it was you who melted the whole world into their hearts. Starting from scratch, starting from now on, batches of students are riding on the Mercedes-Benz horses with your support!

The little chalk is your hands, drawing the blueprint in your heart. The bell for class is the clarion call for your journey, leaving the sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for the students' excellent results, and you will patiently explain to the poor students. These are all your children, and you can't bear to leave any one behind. For your children you forget to eat and sleep, for your children you work hard, for your children you give your heart to them. That's it, you burn yourself up, that's how you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to give!

How many days and nights have you been sleepless, how many ups and downs have you gone through. Keep the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people’s teacher! You will give the wings of knowledge to a child who is learning to speak, and you will educate naughty students into talents. The ups and downs along the way, the laughter along the way, and the gratitude will make you sweet forever.

Many years have passed, when you see the students surrounding you, you will hold their hands one by one with tears of excitement, unwilling to let go for a long time. When you see them succeeding in their studies, you will give them words of encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make you cherish it for a long time.

You are so selfless and without regrets, you are burning yourself like this. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work has not been in vain, your life's sweat has not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am the people's teacher !

Untitled It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out until they are dead, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when I sing at night. There is no way to go from Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting and praising the teacher. I remember your hands covered with powder. I remember your charitable and sincere teachings. I remember your new silver hairs because of you. Students can become talented because of you. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are the beacon to find home for the children who have lost their way. Teacher, you are the angel. September is dedicated to teachers. September arrives as scheduled. The world is brilliant because of it. We sing September, for it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it is our sincere confession. September is a cup overflowing with love. We raise our hands high with sincere blessings and ask you to toast. The music of September has been played. Please accept our gift of September, all the teachers who are working hard on the education front.

Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get the fragrance of flowers. Your gold is the morning sun, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Poems and articles celebrating Teachers' Day - Teacher , thank you for your hard work, who brought us ignorant people into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It's you! teacher! With your hard work and sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it - educating us naughty people into people who can be considerate and help others? It's you! teacher! Your care is like the gentle spring breeze that warms our hearts. Who is it that cultivates us young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It's you! teacher! Your protection allows us to grow healthily. Bear fruit in the golden autumn season. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who work hard in the scorching heat and cold. Thank you for your hard work! teacher! People who devote their youth to nothing. We pay you the highest respect! ——Thank you for your hard work, teacher! I can only help here, teacher, teacher - you are like the drizzle in spring, nourishing the flowers and irrigating the earth, and we continue to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher - you are like a gust of wind in autumn, blowing the earth yellow and calling the rice gold, and we got the fruits of the harvest. Teacher - you are the one who lit the brightest light for me on my dark road of life; Teacher - you are my guide on my misty road of life; Teacher - you are my guide when I fall. In the bumpy road of life, you pointed out the way forward for me; Teacher - you gave me a pair of powerful wings to travel in the world of knowledge! You offer a flower, I offer a flower, and let us weave a big garland, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedlings with your sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; your singing is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go. Always remember your words. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be a flower for you. The golden wind brings laughter, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats. Teacher's Day is here again today. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's caress for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which light up others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners, cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world. Teaching is a noble cause under the sun. The teacher gives us the sunshine of ideals and the sunshine of wisdom. The teacher guides us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine. The teacher expects us to become the sun of the new century. The teacher's words are like spring rain nourishing my heart. Teachers use the rain and dew of knowledge to water our growth. The gentle spring rain is the teacher's care for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain moistening things silently. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up like a red flower. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green color of the leaves symbolizes the teacher’s everlasting youth. When we are like flowers in full bloom, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like big trees, with blue sky above their heads and earth under their feet, silently benefiting society. Teachers are big trees that bring spring beauty to the world. The teacher sows the seeds of hope and cultivates us into a forest. The small trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the kindness of the gardener.

Yes, the teacher’s enthusiasm is like the sun, the teacher’s teachings are like spring rain, the teacher’s style is like green leaves, and the teacher’s career is like a big tree. Our teachers are just good.