Speech at the parents' meeting of grade three students

Dear leaders, teachers, parents, dear students,

Hello! In this scorching June, we are about to draw a successful conclusion for the important subject of the senior high school entrance examination with hard sweat and full swing passion. And here we will bid farewell to the unforgettable three-year junior high school life and our dear alma mater, No.2 Middle School. On this parting day, I am honored to express our endless gratitude to the school, teachers and parents on behalf of all the students in Grade Three.

I remember when I first arrived in No.2 Middle School three years ago, my blood was boiling and my heart was full of joy, excitement, longing and expectation. In the past three years, we have personally felt the rigor and dedication of the teachers in No.2 Middle School, their persistence in education and their meticulous care for students.

You don't know how hard you have worked for the perfection of 45 minutes in each class. I can't forget your busy figure in front of the computer, your high-spirited tone in a heated debate with other teachers, and your thick lesson plan book, all of which are quietly telling us your efforts. Every night, you will accompany us to study at night until 9: 50, and the class teacher will check the night after the study at night the next day. We don't know when to check this. We have long been used to hearing your exhortation to go to bed early before going to bed. We have long been used to listening to your soft footsteps and falling asleep. We have long been used to your silent and heavy love. Last winter, many teachers and students got the flu. Seeing your face with a high fever, we can't help but advise you: "Teacher, please go to bed early and stop tutoring." But you smiled and said, "Nothing, don't worry. You should study hard and take care of yourself. " You know what, teacher? At that moment, the students were more distressed than grateful! During the flu, the teacher cooked ginger soup for the whole class in a small pot in the dormitory to drive away the cold for us. In fact, ginger soup is not delicious and a little spicy, but the hearts of the students are warm and sweet! Some teachers call to say that they miss their mother when their children are still young, but you mercilessly refuse their demands and criticize them, saying, "You shouldn't hold your mother back." Teacher, you have given us too much maternal love. No wonder the students affectionately call you mom and dad. In the hot summer, your sweat soaked your clothes, your lips were chapped and your throat was so sore that you couldn't speak, but you still endured the pain and passed on your knowledge to us without reservation. We want to say, "Teacher, have a rest." But you completely ignore your own physical discomfort. To cheer us up, you said with a sunny face, "Shall we tell a joke?" These days in the third grade, I obviously feel that my schoolwork is getting worse and worse, and sometimes I complain. Why did I leave so much homework? But when we walked into the lesson preparation room and saw a mountain of exercise books and test papers in front of your desk, we understood that everything you did was for us, teacher. Plum blossom fragrance, how can you not have some biting cold!

The teachers in No.2 Middle School are very strict, and sometimes their criticisms are sharp and almost inhuman. At that time, we also complained: teacher, we are big children, please save some face for us! But now, none of us can remember the harsh words when the teacher criticized us. What we can remember is that after some criticism, we corrected a bad habit and a big mistake. Now think about what I would be like without your criticism and education. How can we achieve such achievements?

The teachers in No.2 Middle School are more cordial. You are not only our teacher, but also our friend. You have given us too much love, but neglected your family and children. You gave up the time to enjoy family happiness with your family, and you gave up the opportunity to rest and accompany us, which injected endless motivation into us.

I can't forget the scene where you let go of your lover and children to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with us. I can't forget the breathless scene of running with us every day; I can't forget the scene where you used your lunch break and weekend time to make up lessons for us in order to improve your grades; I can't forget the scene when you talked to us when we had problems with our study attitude or were homesick. I can't forget the scene where you patted us on the shoulder to encourage us every time. Never forget that you played with us on the playground to catch chickens; I can't forget the scene where we cried in your arms because of our unsatisfactory grades; Teacher, no matter how many years we have gone through, we can't forget all this, because this moment has been deeply engraved in our hearts.

You have been supporting us with silent actions, influencing us, making us learn to be grateful, to care for others and to love life. Teacher, in front of us, you are always full of energy, as if you never have anything to worry about. But why do the white hair on the temples gradually frost, and why do wrinkles creep up your face? As students, maybe we can give you too little, but today, each of us wants to shout out from the bottom of our hearts: Teacher, you have worked hard!

After all, the senior high school entrance examination is the most sacred exam for the first time in our lives, and the pressure can be imagined. Some people say that anyone who can stand the test of the senior high school entrance examination is a warrior. You know, teacher, your affectionate gaze is our strongest support. Teacher, your encouraging words gave us the courage to overcome all difficulties. We believe that all the hard work, sweat, ideals and hopes will turn into good news, arrive as scheduled, and fly to your case. We know this is the best reward for your long-term selfless dedication. ...

A thousand words can't tell how much we miss our alma mater; A thousand words can't express our gratitude to the teacher; A thousand words are not enough to express our pride and pride as students in no.2 middle school; There are thousands of words to say. We are about to leave our alma mater, and we are attached to and unwilling to give up in No.2 Middle School. Today, we are gathered here to look around our alma mater for the last time. Suddenly, we found that it was our regretless youth that leapt to flowers and plants. We can't help but meditate again: "No.2 Middle School of our alma mater, go all the way!"

In three years, our wings are gradually full and we are about to spread our wings and fly. The upcoming senior high school entrance examination is just a summary of our life experience. Whether we succeed or fail, whether we win the championship or not, we don't care. We are from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to rationality, from shallowness to richness. Even if the road ahead is bumpy, we will not change the original intention of beauty, nor will we change the courage and spirit of youth. We will greet a bright future with more confidence and stronger mind. Perseverance, diligence, honesty and bodybuilding have become our permanent brand.

Dear leaders, teachers and parents, wherever we go, we will never forget No.2 Middle School. Because No.2 Middle School will always be a monument in our hearts, engraved with the care of teachers, the friendship of classmates and the hard work of parents. The spirit of the Second Middle School will be with us. We are proud of No.2 Middle School and proud to be a member of No.2 Middle School! May No.2 Middle School write new glories in the years to come!

Now, please all the junior three graduates stand up. With our warmest applause, please ask our student representatives to present a bunch of flowers to our beloved teachers and parents to express our heartfelt thanks. At the same time, please accept the wishes of teachers and parents to students, and hope that the spirit and teacher love of No.2 Middle School will spread far and wide with the wind.

Finally, I propose: please ask all the students in grade three to give our beloved teachers and parents a deep bow: you have worked hard!