Teacher, I want to write a composition for you.

In our daily study, work and life, we are all familiar with short essay writing. The composition requires neat and clean handwriting, correct and beautiful writing, clear and standardized fonts and accurate punctuation. What is the composition you have read? The following are the teachers I helped you organize. I want to write a short article for you, hoping to help you.

Teacher, I want to tell you, composition 1 On the beach of memory, time will wash away many footprints of memory, but your footprints will always be clear. The three-foot platform holds the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn.

Dear teacher, you are like a candle. Although thin, but a little hot, a little light, illuminate others, but also exhausted themselves. You are like a bright light, guiding us when we are confused and leading us out of the layers of fog; You are like a shot in the arm, giving us the motivation and courage to move forward when we are faced with setbacks and difficulties.

I still remember that year, I was once addicted to the colorful online world, and I was perfunctory about my study every day, which led to a rapid decline in my grades. I feel lost when I lose my direction. I lost the motivation and confidence to study. I lie prone on my desk every day and don't want to communicate with my classmates. It was you who found my problems in time, patiently enlightened me, educated me, encouraged my classmates around me, made up lessons for me during recess, and accompanied me home after school, which slowly opened my heart and made me regain my confidence in learning.

In class, you are another cheerful and lively style. Your class is humorous and the knowledge points are clearly explained. Every time you have a composition class, you ask your classmates to speak first and then write. If some students say something badly, you will take the trouble to help them correct it. The next day, we looked at the composition corrected in red ink and were full of gratitude. We clearly know that teachers often use their spare time to correct our compositions and work late into the night. That note is not only the teacher's guidance, but also the teacher's painstaking efforts.

Teacher, you are like a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green. You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. I can't forget your inculcation, your kind reproach, your hard work and your blood boiling.

Dear teacher, Teacher's Day is coming soon. I wish you happiness! I want to tell you loudly that I love you!

Teacher, I want to talk to you about Composition 2 Dear Miss Zhang:

Show me your letter and smile!

Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for three years. You may not remember me. I am Zhan Jinbin from White Primary School, the little boy who once made you love me and treat me like the apple of your eye. You always call me little Xiao Bin!

Miss Zhang, you must still be so beautiful, kind, warm and considerate! You are the best teacher in my mind. Although you only taught us for two years, we learned a lot from getting along with you. The sincere teacher-student relationship and friendship we have established with you is like a cup of mellow wine. The longer the years, the more fragrant. More like a clear and elegant cup of tea, the longer the days, the longer the aftertaste. But we broke up, on that hot summer afternoon. "Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet", how can it be compared with our teacher-student relationship?

It was you who made me write the article "Composition, My Enemy", which corrected my fear of composition. The anxiety, pain, desire and so on in my repressed heart poured out and replaced by inexplicable pleasure. That "enemy" has become an example for your composition class and the beginning of my "angry poet". The "tofu block" that I occasionally appeared in the newspaper in recent years is the fruit of your "trick"!

Teacher Xiao Zhang, it was you who taught me to copy the tablet of diligence and forced me to read those calligraphy newspapers that I didn't understand, which completely changed my writing style and was favored by middle school teachers. Close your eyes, you can see the elegant face with extraordinary bearing, and the dazzling fragrance of "Yidege" (ink) comes to your face. Teacher Zhang, do you smell it?

Teacher Xiao Zhang, do you still remember the "Anxi Tea Art" performance and oolong tea songs you taught? This year, the township government of Chuncha organized a competition, and your little Xiao Bin won the first prize and the third prize respectively! You said, "We were born under the tea tree and grew up under it. Qian Qian must not be' tea (cultural) blind'! In that case, if someone laughs off their fangs, I am not responsible for claims! "

However, my dear teacher Xiao Zhang, your Xiao Bin is writing today not to miss you, not to take credit, but to talk to you again. I only trust you!

I am still ashamed of what happened in the final exam. What a coincidence! I cheated! Because I want to keep the "leader" throne of the first place in the county unified examination!

To tell the truth, my performance has been passable since I entered middle school. But the situation of "competing with each other" next semester distracted me, and my grades changed from "always" first to "occasionally" first. So I racked my brains and secretly made up my mind. Finally, after the Chinese exam, I felt that it was not "perfect", and then I looked at several competitors who were very happy and guilty! I didn't hand in my paper, but put it in my pocket. .

Noon. The teacher in the teaching and research section corrected the paper. I found 1. Hand in 5 yuan, the teacher will sign it for me, and I will throw the test paper under the teacher's seat. A little uneasy, and I look forward to good news! . At night, I was called. The leader of China announced: "You, China 0!"

Teacher Xiao Zhang, I want to tell you that after nearly a month of calm thinking, I have broken through the quagmire of depression, fear and inferiority, and I am no longer worried about how to face everything I should face in the new school year!

Because, your Xiaobin still firmly remembers your "famous saying": "Those who sow with tears will reap with a smile!"

The paper is short-lived and sentimental, please take care again!

Your forever little trash can

Wednesday, July 25th, 20xx

Teacher, I want to tell you about article 3. Usually your classes are so refreshing and smooth. Your humorous language often makes us laugh. Our Chinese class is always spent in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. You are knowledgeable and can tell us many interesting stories from the inside out. Under your guidance, several quiet students in our class are eager to try in a relaxed and happy classroom atmosphere, and often can't help but raise their hands ... Teacher, taking your class has enriched our knowledge and broadened our horizons. In addition to learning the knowledge in textbooks, we also learned a lot of extracurricular knowledge. Therefore,

However, teacher, in recent days, you have changed. Your neat hair has become messy, your talkative mouth has become talkative, your bright eyes are full of blood red, and your smiling face has become tired ... You have always been listless in your lectures recently. The students are thinking, what's wrong with you? So, I made an appointment with some classmates to see if something happened to you recently. I didn't expect to see you playing with your mobile phone when I first arrived at the dormitory door. We knocked at the door to go in and chat with you, but you treated us well but were extremely impatient, saying that you were busy and had something to attend class, which made us swallow our words again. Later, we heard that you are addicted to playing mobile games and often stay up late at night, so that you are listless when giving us classes. Hearing this, we are all afraid that you are addicted to mobile games and forget us, that you are too busy playing mobile games to prepare lessons, and that you will become a grumpy and taciturn teacher because of playing mobile games!

Teacher, I want to say to you, don't play mobile games, we all hope that the high-spirited teacher will come back soon!

Teacher, I want to tell you that you are a hard gardener and we are sucking the flowers of the sun; You are a sea of Wang Yang, which contains our mistakes again and again; You are the lotus leaf in the pond, which provides a shade for us.

Six years ago, I was an ignorant little girl. You hold my hand and move forward step by step. Along the way, I grew a lot and understood a lot. Isn't this all because of you?

Teacher, do you remember that afternoon? You said to me, "Being a man is more important than studying." This sentence has been buried in my heart, until today, I understand: you teach not only knowledge, but also a way to be a man. Every time I accidentally get into trouble, you always take pains to reason and tell stories for me. When I woke up from a dream and nodded regretfully, a comfortable smile appeared on your face.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

I really envy you! Watching you take us to read the text aloud, watching you patiently explain the difficult problems to us, my heart is full of love. What I admire most is your special method. Your method is like a good medicine, which can cure our bad habits. When we didn't take eye exercises seriously, you came up with a good idea: "whoever performs well can satisfy a small wish." When the students heard this, they were full of curiosity. The quality of doing eye exercises has improved, and my face is a little proud. My favorite way is "two minutes a day". You see that we are not active and good at expressing ourselves in class, so we adopt a new strategy: every student takes turns to talk for two minutes in class every day to see who speaks best and most interesting. As soon as the new method is implemented, many students are eager to try, hoping to show their skills on the stage. Within a few days, this activity was in full swing, and we all became active in class, and teachers liked us more and more.

Somehow, under the guidance of the teacher's strange methods, our childish hearts quietly open like buds in the sun. Teacher, how can we thank you?

Teacher, I want to say to you: Hello, dear xu teacher. Over the years, I have often wanted to write to you and say thank you for taking good care of us for five years.

I remember the first day of school, when I was a timid boy. Looking at a strange classroom, looking at strange classmates. I can't help but hold on to my mother's skirt and refuse to let go. At this time, you came, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, smiling at me. You kindly asked, "Is it Wang Xiang? Come in. " You took my hand, yeah! Your hands are so warm! I loosened my mother's skirt and followed you into the classroom.

I'm very shy. Once in class, you asked a question, and the students scrambled to raise their hands to answer it. I want to raise my hand, but I'm afraid. I had to keep my head down and say "xu teacher, don't call me, don't call me". However, you called me. At that time, my classmates' eyes fell on me. I panicked, my face was red and I didn't dare to lift my head. The sound is so low that almost only I can feel it. The students all laughed. My head is lower, my face is redder and my heart is beating harder. I just kept my mouth shut and dared not answer your question. My heart is pounding, and I'm afraid you will be angry with me. However, I didn't expect that you didn't blame me, but kindly said to me, "You don't have to be afraid. In fact, you still performed very well, although. " You looked at me with encouraging eyes At this time, a heat flow spread all over my body. I slowly looked up and saw your affectionate eyes and kind smile. It is so kind and beautiful! I raised my head confidently and answered the question boldly. In the future study, I believe more and more.

Xu teacher, you have turned me from a timid and ignorant urchin into a pupil who loves to learn. Now I want to say to you: xu teacher, I love you!

Teacher, I want to say to you: Dear Teacher Zheng:

Hello!

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable and hard to forget. I will always remember it in my heart.

As time goes by, I feel deeply about the past scenes. Time flies and things change. The only constant is my endless thoughts and gratitude to you.

I can't give up that time, and I can't give up that communication that led me into the temple of confidence. At that time, perhaps because I was in a panic and had nowhere to pour out my feelings, I began to write poems. I am full of emotions and thoughts. However, because of my lack of confidence in myself, I have never made any contribution, just silently poured out my feelings. Then I handed in a diary. I have to write a poem quickly and hand it in because I am busy with other things. The content is my understanding of life. Later, this book was handed down. When I opened it, I found the note you left me: Your poetry teacher loved it! Can the teacher extract it?

Heroic handwriting and sincere words shocked me. I can't believe you wrote this for me. At that time, the violent heartbeat was still faintly felt. When I hand in my diary again, I will reply to you: Thank you for your appreciation. Please feel free to extract it! The heart-to-heart conversation also kicked off. In the following year, the content of the note changed constantly. You encouraged me to contribute and mobilized me to join the literary society, and my confidence grew in the communication with you. ...

In my long life journey, you let me appreciate the warmth of spring and feel the meticulous care of spring; It is you who let my soul roam in the ocean of knowledge and accept the test of stormy waves; It is you who let my body gallop in the wilderness and be honed by the thorny swamp ... You have sown full seeds-knowledge, kindness, courage and faith-in your young and gentle heart with sincere love ... At the same time, you have moistened these fruits with actions and led the lost children to the light. ...

I will never forget your first self-study class. When you walked into the classroom, you saw us around the blackboard. As soon as we saw you, we broke down and broke up. There is a picture on the blackboard: an old lion with upright hind legs and big glasses on his face. There is a poem next to it:

"Seen from a distance, the nearsighted old lion hung his hooves."

After you saw the painting, you gave us another look. At this moment, each of us is trying hard to show a calm expression that has nothing to do with ourselves, but we glance at your painting expression from time to time. You just smiled after reading it and continued to write at the back of the poem:

"Walking winds blow the leaves, and the length of lying is different."

Then ask: "How? This student can be directly promoted to the representative of the language department. Congratulations. " The whole class burst into laughter, and the poet and painter stood up slowly, blushing and trying to say something. You smile and signal him to sit down, turn around, and write heavily in the dark: respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching is the foundation of learning.

Mr. Zheng, all things must come to an end. Although we are far apart, I will sail the ship of life with your encouragement, overcome difficulties with your gifts and move forward with your expectations. ...

I dedicate this precious memory and emotion to you, wishing you health and happiness forever! Also give a sincere word to the teachers all over the world who work silently and selflessly like you: thank you!

I am here to convey

Salute!

Your eternal student: Zhang Junyi.

Teacher, I want to tell you composition 7 Dear teacher:

Hello! How are you getting along now? I miss you so much.

Teacher, I want to tell you that you have worked hard. I followed you for two years, and from your face, I saw many years pass quietly. You have done so much for us. Remember the night when we went to Shi Qi to count down the arrival of the New Year? That night, I will always remember, that night the atmosphere was very good, the streets were crowded, and we surrounded you in droves. We climbed the mountain hand in hand. Although we are very tired, it is worth it. We finally reached the top of the tower, but the security guard there drove us down, saying it was not safe at night and we were not allowed to stay at the top of the tower. We just went on in frustration, but the teacher told us jokes to make us happy. It's countdown time, and people in the street are approaching the bell. We held our breath and were very nervous and excited. With the lead of the host, the countdown of "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" sounds so loud. When the bell rang, only people's cheers and fireworks were heard. It was an unforgettable night, teacher, you know? That night, your smile was beautiful, beautiful.

Teacher, you left me a message on your homework. You said you liked watching my excerpts, which made you see hope. More importantly, reading my excerpts has calmed your heart, and you have seen many things that you have not touched. Those famous sayings calmed your restless heart. I hope you can see more words that will brighten your eyes in the future. Teacher, I want to tell you that although I can't show you my excerpts now, I will always try my best to find more good things to pass on to you. No teacher has ever said such a thing to me except you. You don't know, when I saw it, I couldn't be calm for a long time. Teacher, you are the most beloved teacher in my life, and your friendship goes back to ancient times. Where do you want me to start? My teacher. In fact, every teacher has a ranger, and under their careful care, we can bloom, grow and bloom beautifully. Here, I can't help but say: pity the teachers all over the world!

The sky is clearer and the moon is brighter tonight. Miss Liang, are you asleep? I want to say to my teacher: Don't be too tired and go to bed early!

I am here to convey

Salute!

20xx May 30th

Teacher, I want to say to you: Dear teacher:

Teacher, a kind name, a hymn in my heart.

I remember a classmate once made such a metaphor: "Chinese is a drink, and the teacher is a straw." Chinese is the voice of nature, nurturing the motherland. Chinese is the soul song of the exchange of flesh and blood at home and abroad. "Indeed, your shoulder is a ladder for us to move forward. It is you, our lovely and respectable Chinese teacher, who has passed on excellent traditional culture from generation to generation.

Never forget the little sweat on my forehead on the podium in summer; I can't forget the cold winter, and your powerful voice makes us feel warm; I can't forget giving us a lecture in a hoarse voice when you caught a cold. You turn around and cough hard from time to time. When you turn around, your hard work has been written on your red face! However, you still keep your familiar smile and continue your class. At that moment, your hoarse voice was particularly loud. At this time, a puzzling idea came to mind. I know this kind of thing is called moving. Teacher, you have worked hard! Teacher, we will always thank you! The most anticipated moment is for you to help us evaluate our composition. I like you to tell us how to integrate the knowledge and materials you have mastered into our composition. I remember that once my composition was off topic, you helped me to point out why it was off topic and how to correct it in class. In addition to criticism, you don't forget to affirm my pertinent point of view, hoping that I can foster strengths and avoid weaknesses. Teacher, I will always remember your teachings.

I can't forget the words you urged in my ear after every exam: "Since/today/we can't be stars/why can't we/Ming Dynasty/turn into a bright moon", so we never indulge, never slack off and never give up chasing dreams. Success or failure is at stake. At your urging, we will not relax at all. We know that your love and care for us are condensed in the whip, and we will try our best to run with the whip.

Teacher, you are like a candle. Although you burned yourself, you lit up others. Your wings fly in the sky, and your voyage rolls on the ground.

Under your leadership, in the appreciation of Tang poetry and Song poetry, we can appreciate the elegance of literati together. "No return of the river, no end of the waves, a romantic figure through the ages"-Su Dongpo's unrestrained and free and easy; "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those high-ranking people? I can't open a new face"-Li Bai's romance and pride.

It is your nature to pursue diligently; It is your bounden duty to teach in Dundon. Diligent cultivation to develop the desolation of love is your feeling, the pastoral of diligent cultivation knowledge, and your love.

If we are mirrors, wiping everything is your feeling, and we hope that the mirror can reflect your bright smile; If we are a plant and a thousand educations are your shade, we are willing to give you cool trees; If we were jade, it would be your job to carve everything, and we would like Jasper to have no time to decorate your beauty.

Although years later, years have left a mark of vicissitudes on your face and mine, our hearts are still as young as ever, because our true feelings and concerns have always been there! Kapok is still bright outside the window, and the river flows under Yucai Bridge. We will never forget the lovely class group in Class 5, Grade 2, and we will never forget you, a dedicated Chinese teacher.

Until now, I still don't understand why students always like to surround you after class. Sometimes it seems that there is no reason and no purpose. Because, at that moment, you and we were full of happiness.

I'd love to. If you give me another chance, I will choose to be a teacher like you. Sincerely bless you! Teacher, you have worked hard! Teacher, we will always thank you!

I am here to convey

welcome