I salute you.

Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization; How to write a composition in honor of you? Today, Bian Xiao compiled some model essays (7 in total) to pay tribute to everyone. Let's have a look!

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# Salute to you (1)#

Following the rhythm of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind chimes for sowing and harvesting in that small garden rang gently. Every starry night, your hurried footsteps are echoed. Today is Teachers' Day. Let us pay tribute to you on this day that belongs to you!

This day is your festival. In this world, there are countless teachers who work hard day and night all the year round, educating generations of students. On this day that belongs to you, I want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

On the three-foot platform, your cadence tells a series of legendary stories. Like running water, it moistens plants and seedlings, attracts people's gestures, and its posture is light, outlining the greatest project in the sun. Like a breeze, it blew away the shyness and obscurity of flowers. Teacher, you have written the most brilliant poem for us and guided us to a new level step by step. On this day that belongs to you, I want to say to you: "Thank you, my teacher!" " "

When the morning dew quietly climbs the flowers, you greet the dawn; The wind blew to the lake that night, and you sent away the sunset. Your room may have the light on all night, and a figure is prone on the table, carefully correcting homework. Leave your serious handwriting in each student's exercise book. How white is your hair to us? teacher for a day, father for a lifetime. Teacher, like our second-born parents, you have given us more care and dedication. In this festival that belongs to you, I want to bow deeply to you.

Your encouraging eyes and gentle expression, like happy white clouds, float to the clear sky of our hearts; It is also like a bright lamp that stays up all night, which gives us endless motivation and lets us fight bravely. In this festival that belongs to you, let us light a red candle that will never go out for you.

In every child's heart, there is a statue carved with candles, engraved with your smile. Teacher, on this special festival, I salute you!

# Salute you (Part II) #

On Friday, the day before Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rained in Mao Mao all day.

On the way to school, I am very excited. I am looking forward to going to the Martyrs Cemetery in the afternoon. However, if the rain turns into a downpour, the activity will be ruined. I was so worried that I almost ran into a tree on the side of the road.

Fortunately, it only rained in Mao Mao in the afternoon, and it didn't expand. As soon as the lunch break was over, we jumped up from our seats and ran to the bus downstairs. We chatted all the way, and the atmosphere was very lively, chatting about the "holy land" we were going to.

When we got off the bus, everyone's expressions changed, and they all looked serious and silent. They listened to the teacher's arrangement, lined up in an orderly manner and walked to the martyrs cemetery. There is a curved bridge outside the cemetery, which spans a small river. The spring breeze gently brushed the willow trees at the edge of the fence, and the branches raised, scattering rain beads on the young leaves, like the tears that girls shed for their beloved soldiers. We came to the East China Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Tower and looked up to see a crimson five-pointed star at the top. I think it must be a bright red color. Its original brilliance fades with the passage of time, but the blood flowing in people's hearts will never fade.

In silence, I slowly lowered my head and looked at the reflection in the water under my feet. What is reflected in the water is not himself, but the scene of soldiers fighting bloody battles on the battlefield. My eyes are a little wet. I don't know whether tears or raindrops flow into my eyes. I said to myself: May the soldiers in the sky rest in peace, may China be safe and prosperous, and may the people be safe and secure. I salute you with clear love! At the end of the silence, we began to take the oath, shouting the oath. I can't help feeling guilty I didn't do "study hard and exercise well" in the oath.

Therefore, I swear to study hard for the development of China!

# Salute you (Chapter 3) #

Dear teacher, your teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. Sincerely bless you: Ankang, Ruyi!

You gave me the real meaning of life as bright as gold. After years of polishing and washing, it has become clearer and clearer!

The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Your name will be engraved in our hearts forever!

Everything in the past will become a kind memory, and everything that has passed away will know its value-I miss the few minutes you took us through.

Today, in a distant place, your students folded the yesterday you gave them into a boat of memory and let it float in the lake of missing. ...

Your inculcation is a clear spring of love, which will flow in the riverbed of my heart forever. ...

The sun shines, and the gardener is full of spring; Rain moistens, peaches and plums are tender and red. Wish you a happy holiday!

In the near future, whether I become a tall and straight poplar or a low grass, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with green life!

May cheerful songs haunt you all the time; May happy years be with you forever. Wish you a happy holiday!

Teacher, our sincere blessing, like the green on the old tree, is thick and dense, growing with the years!

All my thoughts are more mixed with endless gratitude and admiration. May your festival be full of light and peace!

When we picked the harvest fruit, you left yourself with white hair dyed with chalk dust. Salute to you, dear teacher!

I want to look into your eyes again, listen to your lecture again, shake your hand again, thank you sincerely, with all my heart.

# Salute you (Chapter 4) #

Teacher, I salute you. It is you who lead us into the space of knowledge and spread love with songs. You burn yourself like a candle, light the flame of hope for us, and guide us to open the maze of science with your passion for judgment. When blue hair turns white, you won't regret it. On the three-foot platform, it is still your hearty laughter.

Touch my sincere heart, think of the bitterness of growing up, and have your company-my teacher.

Autumn is coming again. In the warm sunset, I always think of childhood stories, childhood years and unknown teachers around me.

Although the torrent of years has washed away the dust of history again and again, what remains unchanged is that generations of teachers are committed to training students to succeed. It's great to shout the word "teacher" from the bottom of my heart. Today, I want to send my most sincere wishes to you and to the teachers who have devoted their lives to education.

Although your face is full of vicissitudes, you still left us a knowing smile; White chalk dust falls in waves, blackening the hair of many teachers, but making your youth greener; On the platform, beside the desk, it is hot and cold, and you will work hard in it in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Thank you teacher!

Teacher, we will remember your tireless teachings, because that is your most sincere language; Teacher, I have been reviewing your encouragement to me, because I will not give up my success; Teacher, when you smile at me, I will miss you forever, because we know we must repay you. Teacher, you have taught me too much and lost too much at the same time. Teacher, you have devoted your life to us. How can we repay you? Because of your guidance all the way, I have not lost my way; Because of your concern along the way, I have confidence and courage. You are engineers of the human soul, you are engaged in the most glorious cause under the sun, and the motherland is strong because of you. Thank you teacher!

Some people say that the teacher is a gardener and feeds flowers; Some people say that teachers are red candles, illuminating us and sacrificing ourselves; Some people say that teachers are the sun, helping us to light the way forward; And I said that the teacher is selfless rain and dew. In the garden, the blooming flowers are stained with nectar and bloom brilliantly. The teacher's teaching purified my soul, and the teacher's encouragement gave me a blue sky. How can seeds germinate and why are seedlings tall and straight? At the expense of your teacher. Sweet bells and beautiful flowers are controlled by time. Only my blessing will not change. Thank you for your hard work.

# Salute you (Chapter 5) #

In the east of the world map, there is a bright "pearl", that is my dear motherland-China.

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Our motherland has a long history and developed culture, with a long history of 5,000 years, and how many bright human pearls are dazzling. Broad and profound philosophical thoughts, exquisite works of art, novel and unique creative wisdom. Representing the height of Chinese civilization, how great our motherland is!

In the past, China was poor and backward, and many places were not as good as other countries. People don't have enough to eat and clothes are not warm, and everything is difficult. However, Grandma Soong Ching Ling said, "China is like a sleeping lion, but she will never sleep forever. One day, the roar of the sleeping lion will shake the whole world! Because of her vast territory, industrious people, long history, rich products and countless revolutionaries, such a country will certainly become stronger. "

Yes! Grandma Soong Ching Ling is absolutely right. China the lion is awake now, and his roar has shocked the whole world.

Since 1979, China has implemented the economic policy of "invigorating the domestic economy and opening to the outside world", which has given many businessmen a chance to turn over. It is this policy that makes China's economy advance by leaps and bounds. People's lives have been greatly improved.

According to my father's generation, there was only one TV set in the village at that time, and everyone took it out every night, just like watching a movie. The clothes you are wearing are mended and worn, mended and worn. They all live in mud houses. But now, not only does every family have a TV set, but everyone has a mobile phone and every family has a telephone. Farmers have all lived in well-off buildings. Every household lives a happy life.

With the continuous development of economy, China's sports and science and technology have also developed rapidly. 1984 China's Xu Haifeng won the first gold medal in the history of China Olympic Games at the 23rd Los Angeles Olympic Games, became the first Olympic champion in the history of China Olympic Games, broke the record of "zero" in the history of China Olympic Games and became a hero in the history of China Olympic Games. 1July 1997 10, the return of Hong Kong,1February 20, 1999, the return of Macao, singing the song of the Seven Sons, was full of emotion. 2001July 13, when IOC President Samaranch announced that Beijing would be the host city of the 2008 Olympic Games, China became a sea of joy. 00 1 year 1 1 year 1 year, Shenzhou 5 was successfully launched at 9: 00 in 20031year/5,/kloc-0. At 65438+1October 16: 04, the return module of Shenzhou 5 spacecraft successfully entered the return orbit, and the orbital module of Shenzhou 5 spacecraft was separated from the return module at June 16: 16: 08. The motherland is thriving, and the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games was successfully held. Patriotism is a firm national spirit and a sense of responsibility to revitalize China. We teenagers should use this powerful spiritual power to describe the future grand plan of the motherland and contribute to all of my heart for the motherland. Let's move towards the goal of "caring for the motherland and growing up healthily"! "Motherland", here, we salute you!

# Salute you (Chapter 6) #

On the first day of Chinese New Year's Eve, my mother went to the nursing home to volunteer and offer her love. This time she was with her volunteer team, and I followed her during the winter vacation.

"Hello, Grandma." My mother first walked into the room of a gray-haired and wrinkled grandmother with a box of fruit and cried affectionately. Grandma immediately said happily, "Daughter, you are coming again." Obviously, grandma is already very familiar with her mother, and that tone is like calling her own daughter. Mother immediately cleaned the dormitory, swept the floor, cleaned the windows and cleaned the tables and chairs for the elderly. Of course, I am not idle, and I work as a little helper for my mother from time to time. After cleaning the room, my mother washed my grandmother's hair, cut her nails, and posted couplets on the door. The door was written with a big "blessing", which seemed festive and peaceful. Of course, my mother brought the couplets when she left. My mother also brought fruit, flour, dried fish and bacon. Put up couplets, mom and they wrap jiaozi.

I don't know how many times my mother has volunteered and how much love she has given. All I know is that four years ago, one night when I was in the first grade, my mother solemnly told me and my father that she would join an organization. Looking at my mother's serious face, my father asked: Join the Party? I am not qualified to join the party, my mother said. What is that? "Volunteer Association!" Mother answered loudly, and father's resolute face suddenly showed a grateful smile. I didn't know what a volunteer was at that time. Ask my father. Dad said, look it up in the dictionary. There are notes in the dictionary to know whether volunteers do good deeds for free or volunteers. From then on, where there are good volunteer activities, there is a busy and beautiful woman, and that is my mother.

The place where my mother volunteers the most is the nursing home. Every year on Dragon Boat Festival, my mother gives zongzi, and on Mid-Autumn Festival, she gives moon cakes. In the hot sun, my mother sent watermelons, and in the cold winter, she sent brand-new warm clothes ... Sometimes my mother came alone, and sometimes she came with volunteers. So there are no grandparents in the nursing home who don't know their mother. Seeing their mother is like seeing their relatives.

Jiaozi wrapped it and cooked it. Eating delicious jiaozi, those grandparents were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths shut. To the delight of the old people, their mothers also wrote and performed some cultural programs for them to watch and listen to, including singing, dancing, funny sketches and cross talk. Finally, my mother sang a song-"Dedication of Love", which was so affectionate, euphemistic and beautiful, especially when she sang the last sentence: "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world". People around her couldn't help singing along, and the loud song echoed over the nursing home for a long time. ...

At the moment, my mother's image is getting higher and higher in front of me, and I can't help saying to my mother in my heart: Mom, I salute you.

# Salute you (Chapter 7) #

On the blackboard in the classroom, the three characters "to the teacher" are particularly eye-catching. The following "Celebrating Teacher's Day Theme Class Meeting", though small, is enough to ignite the atmosphere in Grade One (12) class.

Hosts Zheng Haowen and Zhang Yaxuan took the stage, and the hosting style was pleasing to the eye. They are similar to the style of Mango Taiwan, without the stereotype of CCTV hosts. This is my favorite channel, so let the fun start here.

The horse is a solo, so be sure to praise it! It's not easy to keep the whole class. Without Jin Gangzuan, there would be no porcelain. The program she brought is a solo by Tao Di. Although I have never heard of it, it is euphemistic and beautiful, like flowing water, in one go. With the music, the noisy sound disappeared, and everyone was listening carefully. This momentum, this style and this music are absolutely wonderful! This is the case with Boya's mountains and rivers.

Boys hold up half the sky, so we have to fight. Qin, Li Zhongjie, Xu Pengyuan, Zhu and I, all of a sudden five boys stood neatly on the platform, and the momentum of military training came back. Are they all full of energy and high spirits? Sing a "Golden School Song". Today's theme cannot be forgotten. Pay tribute to the teachers, thank them for their inculcation, and thank them for their companionship in the next three years! The loud singing drove the whole class, and everyone sang together and beat the time. I secretly looked at Miss Li. His eyes are a little moist. ...

Hua Junchen and Zheng Yang came, and they brought an English song "youraisemeup" to entertain and educate. This is beyond the legendary Niu Wa. I tried to keep up with their rhythm, but their English was so good, so great! I can only say that. Who else can come out and talk?

Chen Junxu and Zheng Haowen are famous "actors" in our class. They are born with the temperament of crosstalk artists. They usually speak slowly and wittily, and often make everyone laugh, but they are serious. Today, their cross talk "A Journey to Death" has echoes, humor and wit, and the burdens are one after another. It seems that laughter is about to overturn the roof of the classroom ... even Miss Li, who has always been serious, smiled. I dare to guess that if the two of them run in again, they can consider reporting to the legendary swordsman of Oriental TV.

Then there is the story of Tang Jincheng, Zheng Haowen's partner, and Qin and Zheng Haowen's performance of incubating eggs, all of which make us laugh to death. ...

Teacher Li said that this is the happiest Teacher's Day since he worked for eleven years. Is our program wonderful, or is Miss Li watching our performance with appreciation? After the activity, Miss Li asked us what gifts to send to other teachers. He wants us to make a card to express our feelings. He wants us to make progress every day. He said that our growth is his most anticipated gift. In this way, he is as happy as Teacher's Day every day!

Miss Li, we will try our best to make you as happy as you are today!

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