The beginning and end of Thanksgiving teacher's composition

Chapter 1: Grateful teacher's composition begins and ends. Be grateful for nature and the future. Grateful angels quietly bring you to the young mind. You lifted us up with that loving hand and gave us selfless love and care.

The Polaris in the dark is your symbol. When we are confused, you try to shine your light, even if it is shattered, you are willing. For what? We all know that you should keep hope, but more for the future and future of the motherland, so I compare you to the future, and I am grateful for the future.

The withered trunk is your symbol. We are just budding saplings. You use your body to deliver every drop of precious nutrition and essence to us. If it weren't for you, we would have withered. You don't want to keep silent in order to satisfy our thirst for knowledge, professor. We are thriving, but you are dying. You're great. This is love for nature, selfless love. So I am grateful to nature.

The light on the candlestick is your symbol. You burn for our future and guide us. Let the boat of our life not drift.

Maybe you are the compass, and it is great to guide us. We should thank you most, because our parents gave birth to us and nature gave us a wonderful enjoyment. But you are nothing, but you feed us like dew on the grass. Your love is selfless. It's even bigger.

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the biggest thing is you, who have raised generation after generation. Sublimation from generation to generation.

The wealth of peony and the fragrance of Roland can't compare with you. Only the lilacs in front of the window can match you. Because you, like, have lofty qualities.

Colored chalk accompanied me for seven years. As the eraser moves. We are more and more grateful to you. Because of you, the future will not be lonely, confused or confused. With you, we have confidence

Thank you, teacher. Here, I would like to express my sincere thanks on behalf of all the students.

Chapter 2: Grateful Teacher There is a very special teacher at the beginning and end of my composition. She is not a teacher in our school. She is just a teacher who runs a small cram school. She is also our composition tutor-Miss Yan.

Teacher Yan began to be my off-campus tutor when I was in grade three. Since then, I feel very happy every time I go to her to study and write my homework. I am an introverted boy, because my parents have been working outside, and I miss them very much, so gradually, I have developed a quiet and not very cheerful personality. I once wrote a composition. Teacher Yan knows some thoughts in my heart after reading it. I remember that day, after reading my composition, she pulled me to her side and talked to me. She encouraged me to study hard, comforted me not to miss my mother too much, and said that she loved us as much as her mother. After hearing these words, I feel really warm in my heart!

Taking teacher Yan's composition class is the happiest time for me to relax. Unlike a school teacher, she always wears a long face in class, which makes people feel scared. Before class, she always takes us to play some small games, which she says is "warm-up training" before class. Of course, we also play some games related to Chinese composition learning, such as "idioms solitaire", "Writing Friends" and "Sitcom" ... every time we have fun. Sometimes, if our composition is well written, Miss Yan will will be in a good mood, so she will be happy to take us out to play and get in touch with nature. She said that we are all "little writers" and we are engaged in "collecting folk songs". This is the happiest thing in my composition class, but it's a pity that she doesn't take us to play every time, and it takes a long time to go once.

Although Miss Yan loves us very much and tells us some jokes from time to time to enliven the learning atmosphere, she is very strict with us. For example, if you don't copy words carefully in your Chinese homework, she always tears up our papers quietly, and then smiles and says, "Dear baby, please write it again!" " "We really have no reason to refuse. We call it teacher Yan's "gentle knife". Another example is doing math problems. Sometimes when we do something wrong carelessly or without thinking, she will exaggerate and shout, "God, it is impossible for my teacher Yan to raise such a stupid child. All the children I brought up should be geniuses! "At this time, we were so ashamed that we had to run back to our seats and think hard about this problem. Of course, if we really can't do it, she will make faces at us and say, "bring it, I'll tell you, because I'm a teacher!" "Ha ha, this is the time for my nervous heart to relax.

In a word, during the two years of studying with Mr. Yan here, my personality has been much more cheerful and my study is slowly improving. I feel very happy!

It is often said that children are the flowers of the motherland and teachers are the gardeners who cultivate flowers. Yes, how can flowers bloom brilliantly without a gardener? Without the hard work and sweat of teachers, we can't thrive. In my heart, Teacher Yan is the gardener who nurtured me. From now on, I will study harder and repay my teacher's love with excellent results.

Chapter three: The grateful teacher's composition begins with flowers thanking the rain and dew, and also thanks the rain and dew with flowers, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I want to thank my first teacher, Miss Xiao, who led me into the door of wisdom.

I remember that on the morning of August 30th, five years ago, with a fearful heart, I first stepped into the school gate of the central kindergarten. Just then, Miss Xiao said to me with a sunny smile, "Oh, here comes the little beauty. What's your name? " I stammered a sentence that my mother had taught hundreds of times at home: "Hello, teacher, my name is Zhang Yu." Teacher Xiao hugged me and said kindly, "Baby, you are great!" " "I suddenly found that teachers and mothers are so alike! Later, in kindergarten, with the encouragement of teacher Xiao, I won the first prize in the singing competition and the first prize in the painting competition ... Teacher Xiao seems to be an invisible magnet, which always attracts us to her side.

Teacher Xiao, your love will touch me; Your teaching will benefit me for life. Today, I said from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you, Mr. Xiao!" "