Teacher's day composition

Everyone has written essays in study, work and even life, so you must be familiar with all kinds of essays. With the help of prose, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Or can't do anything about the paper? The following is my collection of teachers' day compositions. Welcome to read the collection.

On the eve of Teachers' Day, I received an email and a photo from Zhao Guoqing, a student. Zhao Guoqing stood by the unnamed lake of Peking University, dressed in military training camouflage uniform, handsome as the sun. Looking at his bright smile, Miss Mei was pleasantly surprised. Three years ago, Zhao Guoqing was not so confident. Miss Mei can't help thinking of the first time she saw Zhao Guoqing.

In September of that year, when the new semester started, Miss Mei took a Chinese class in Class One of Senior High School. As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard a boy strangely shout "Miss Mei is coming". Teacher Mei felt inexplicable resentment in her heart, but because of the first class, she suppressed her anger and easily talked with the students about how to learn Chinese. When I returned to the office after class, Miss Mei talked with her colleagues about the funny boy, only to know that his name was Zhao Guoqing, and he was lazy in class.

"Miss Mei, Zhao Guoqing is hopeless. As long as he doesn't make trouble in class, you should ignore him and let him mix. " Colleagues kindly warned Miss Mei. However, Miss Mei always felt that Zhao Guoqing was not as "hopeless" as other teachers said. Because, she found that in class, when the teacher talked about this wonderful emotion, Zhao Guoqing nodded and smiled like other students.

In a Chinese self-study class, students are doing basic training papers seriously. When Miss Mei walked beside Zhao Guoqing, she found that he was very nervous. He didn't do the problem, just looked at it, and there was a thick book diagonally below the test paper. Teacher Mei asked, "Why don't you do the problem?" Zhao Guoqing didn't answer her, just lowered his head, but his eyes secretly glanced at her from time to time, and quickly covered the following books with the test paper. This little trick didn't escape Miss Mei's eyes. She suddenly picked up Zhao Guoqing's test paper, and the following books were exposed before her eyes. Impressively printed with the title is "How Bad Men Are Made"! This is a violent online book. Teacher Mei is very sad. No wonder Zhao Guoqing's hearing is hot and cold these days. It turned out that he was addicted to online novels.

Miss Mei called Zhao Guoqing to the office, and she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. She threw the book on the desk. Her colleague saw it and suggested, "Miss Mei, tear it up. This book has a bad influence. "

Miss Mei looked up at Zhao Guoqing, only to see his face flushed and whispered, "Teacher, please don't tear the book. This is the book I rented from the bookstore, and people will double indemnity me. "

"Well, I believe you once, I won't tear up this book, but you have to promise not to read such a book in the future!" Looking at Zhao Guoqing's pitiful appearance, Miss Mei's heart melted.

"Thank you, teacher! As long as you don't tear up this book, I'll do whatever I want! "

"Tell the teacher why you like reading this book?" Miss May is anxious to find out what fascinates Zhao Guoqing so much.

"Because the plot is tortuous and the psychological description is meticulous, it is very attractive to analyze your dreams incisively and vividly!" Zhao Guoqing breath say that finish, probably feel too excited, in order to cover up, he put his hands over his mouth.

"Ha ha, you are good at evaluation, the words are appropriate, and it is analyzed from the perspective of literary criticism, which is very good. It seems that your literary accomplishment is good. " Miss Mei praised Zhao Guoqing.

"Teacher, don't laugh at me. I have read such a book in the self-study class. How can you say that my literary accomplishment is good? " After being told by Miss Mei, Zhao Guoqing was embarrassed.

It seems that Zhao Guoqing still has a sense of shame, and he is not an advocate of "broken pots and broken falls". Teacher Mei decided to have a good talk with him, encourage him and see if he can change it. So Teacher Mei made a request to him: "Zhao Guoqing, the name of this book is How Bad People Are Made, so if you write a composition, you can write about how good people are made." . You can write down the good things you have done or the good people you have seen with your own eyes and give them to me in a week. You should return this book to the rental house as soon as possible. "

Zhao Guoqing returned to the classroom with doubts. In less than a week, he handed in his composition with a small note: thank you, teacher, for not tearing that book. I thought you would tear the book to pieces and then hand me over to the class teacher. Thank you for not letting me make a review in front of the whole class. Thank you for giving me self-esteem.

Teacher Mei carefully read Zhao Guoqing's article How a Good Man was Tempered, and found that his writing was very smooth, especially his psychological depiction was very delicate, and his handwriting was neat and serious. So, Miss Mei took this composition as an excellent work to the class to read, and analyzed the beauty of the article one by one. The students gave Zhao Guoqing warm applause, and Miss Mei found tears in his eyes.

Since then, Zhao Guoqing has become a different person. He is much more active in class. He also actively participated in class discussions and school-wide speech contests, and stopped taking naps in class. His grades in various subjects have been continuously improved, and a composition won the second prize in the national "Wenxin Cup" composition competition for teachers and students. In the second semester, Zhao Guoqing was elected monitor by his classmates.

In the second and third school years, Miss Mei continued to be a Chinese teacher in Zhao Guoqing. She knows that Zhao Guoqing is a boy with strong plasticity. As long as we give him timely encouragement and attention, he will certainly create a miracle for everyone to see. Sure enough, Zhao Guoqing didn't let Miss Mei down. He is more and more strict with himself and works harder. He knew that he should live up to Miss Mei's ardent expectations. He made rapid progress and his grades climbed all the way. By the time of the college entrance examination, Zhao Guoqing was the highest score in the science class of the whole school, the top science scholar in the county, and was admitted to Peking University Academy of Biology and Life Sciences.

Unexpectedly, some tolerance and appreciation can actually change a student's life track! Teacher Mei often thinks: If that time, I tore up the book and kicked him out of the classroom rudely, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Teacher's Day Composition 2 "Attention!"

The teacher's order came from the front of the line, and the noisy students stood up straight at once.

The teacher who can make the whole class obey at once is our new PE teacher. He always wears ordinary shirts and sweatpants and his skin is tanned.

The head teacher said that he was very strict and had to check every year in the ninth grade. So, we looked at him in awe.

Under the scorching sun, when we train for long-distance running, he is always by our side, guiding running skills and observing whether our physical condition is abnormal; He never goes to a cool place for the summer alone.

Many students are afraid to go to physical education class, and physical education class is bitter and tired. Once, he asked us to train leapfrog on the stairs and let us girls jump three steps in a row. We are afraid that we will wrestle if we fail, and we all stand there and dare not jump. He patted us on the shoulder, smiled and encouraged us to say, "it's okay, take your time." You can jump two levels at first and learn to protect yourself. " He gave us a demonstration. From two to three steps, we were no longer afraid and bravely took that step. At the end of class, he told us, "My thigh will hurt after training. Put a warm towel on your thigh after you go home. "

During the training interval, he will tell us some stories of famous athletes to inspire us and cultivate our willpower; Or tell some jokes to relieve our fatigue.

After several classes, I feel that he is also a teacher, father and friend. The strictness of the teacher, the kindness of his father and the intimacy of his friends are all on him. I was afraid to go to physical education class before, but now I am looking forward to going to physical education class, because he has come to our side.

"attention!" His loud call echoed in my ears, so kind. ...

Teachers' Day Essay More than three years ago, in a bright and tidy classroom, next to a bordeaux piano, sat a female teacher of about forty years old, surrounded by several people and nine-year-old children.

Yes, this is a group of children who want to learn piano, and it is their first piano lesson. A pair of curious eyes looked at the piano and the female teacher at the same time. However, one of the girls seems to be not interested in piano lessons, and a little hand casually fiddles with her twist braid. It is natural for the teacher to find out, but the teacher didn't criticize her or nag when she found out, but influenced her patiently with her warmth. The teacher took out a sealed glass bottle from the desk in the office, which contained many white and fresh jasmine flowers. The teacher took one, and suddenly, the classroom was filled with the fragrance of jasmine.

The teacher called the little girl to her side, smiled and put the jasmine in her pocket, then let her go back to her seat. The flowers are in the girl's pocket, still emitting bursts of fragrance. The girl's eyes suddenly flashed with happiness, and she carefully protected her pocket with her hand.

Instead of rushing to class, the teacher said to everyone, "I brought you a friend today, and she will accompany you forever if you want." No matter whether you cry or laugh, you won't be lonely with her around. Want to know each other? "Miss" her classmates heard this, everyone cheered, and the girl who combed hemp petals clapped her hands happily. Immediately, cheerful music sounded in the classroom. It's wonderful! On the beating keys, there is a clear and cheerful melody, and the beautiful notes are the dances of countless elves. "Everybody stand up! Let's clap our hands and laugh with the music! " The classroom immediately became lively, and the students laughed and danced with the music, which was really happy.

Happy time is always short, class is over! The teacher called the children who were still wanting more to him, and still said kindly to the children, "Classmates, the name of a good friend mentioned by the teacher just now is music. It wants to be friends with you very much. It also said that it loves all of you, so it asked me to give you a present, which is the song I just played. Do you like it? " "I like it!" The students answered in unison. The teacher watched the children leave, and everyone reluctantly left the piano classroom. When the teacher was about to lock the door, the girl with pigtails ran back and grabbed the teacher's clothes. "Teacher, why did you send me jasmine?" The teacher smiled. "Music can make you forget loneliness. I hope you can fall in love with it and let more people know this good friend in the future! " "

The girl nodded. It seems to him that the sky is blue, the sun is smiling, the trees are dancing, and the fragrance of jasmine flowers in his pocket smells good. She understood that she really has two more good friends, music and love! Besides, they are planted in girls' hearts.

Teacher's Day Essay 4 With the coming of Teacher's Day, I want to make a contribution to my literary talent. Huai Myanmar has always been my good teacher. However, after a night of tossing and turning, there have been one or two hundred teachers since the beginning of school, but few people can understand the passage of time and never forget it. However, my memory is actually not good, so please forgive my forgetting.

After digging my memory, I found that … I didn't forget that playing with a little boy in kindergarten made my nose bleed, which taught the kindergarten teacher a hard lesson that everything should be measured. I haven't forgotten, because the primary school didn't stop fighting, I was punished by the class teacher for writing a review and was told that it was wrong to watch the fun coldly; I haven't forgotten that my junior high school is about to close down, making the newly appointed principal the most important key middle school in a small county with extraordinary endurance and sincerity; I haven't forgotten that I can be friends with my Chinese teacher in Grade One in three or four years. I haven't forgotten that my English teacher in Grade Two encouraged me to improve my English ... The teacher has always been grateful. Just because they are teachers, they teach me science, humanities and other different aspects of knowledge, and teach young people the truth of being a man.

However, there is an old saying: "A teacher is a person who teaches people to solve doubts." People who have this ability live as teachers, which is not the modern title of "teacher". I am grateful to every teacher I met in my growing experience, and I am even more grateful to every mentor and friend I met in my life.

My parents have taken good care of me since that cry. At every step of my growth, I hope I can take big steps, be brave and firm, and take every step of my life well. When they met a fork in the road, they stood by and taught them to choose, but when they were young, they were ignorant and self-righteous and chose a road they thought was right. Finally, they found that it was a cliff. The tolerance of parents is the home after turning around; Parents' attention is the courage to go back and admit mistakes. ...

The warning from parents: "Be careful when making friends". Every time you make a friend, you should distinguish the good from the bad and learn how to get along. In the process of distinguishing good from bad and learning to get along, we gradually realize the truth of being a man and being friends. Among good friends, learning honesty, tolerance, tolerance and mutual assistance ... is imperceptibly beneficial.

Teacher's Day Composition 5 Dear Alen:

Hello!

In a blink of an eye, you have taught us for a year. During this year, you taught us patiently and meticulously, and tried your best to teach us. We all see these in our eyes. We want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" "

You don't like us to call you "Teacher Cai", which is too unfamiliar, so we call you "Uncle Cai" and "Ucle Cai" half jokingly, but you laugh like a child and echo our jokes.

In class, it can always lead to the atmosphere and set off a climax. We don't have to worry about the right or wrong answers or scores. You can look at us in a new way. Even if we keep correcting your mistakes, you will say "Srr" with a smile. Then seriously correct the mistakes.

After class, you will always discuss with us our favorite foreign writers or novels, or discuss some current events, and occasionally mix some English, so that we can practice our spoken English unconsciously.

What we admire most is your tenacity. We were all surprised when we learned that you were studying philosophy. You, a philosophy student, teach English too much!

You always like to laugh like an innocent child, which makes us feel more cordial and makes you more lovely. We always think you are like a koala, because you have the same character and cuteness as a koala, but you work hard and you conquered us with your charm.

Teacher's Day is coming. We know that you don't want simple cards or flowers, so we will try our best to give you a surprise until the end of the semester, and let you know that your sweat has not been in vain and your efforts are rewarding.

Teachers' Day Essay 6 In everyone's heart, there is always a corner where the most sincere feelings between teachers and provinces are buried. As long as you open the emotional valve, it will pour out like a flood that breaks its banks.

A person's life is long and short. In this long and short course, we will experience countless things and meet countless people. However, I think the most unforgettable person is the teacher who once taught us and shaped our soul and personality.

Some of these teachers are deep and steady, some are sunny and enthusiastic, some have been with us for a long time, and some have only seen us once.

No matter what they are, they always take us from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to erudition, from immaturity to strength.

Countless times, when we are lost in the vast sea of life, we will always see a familiar lighthouse, which is illuminated by teachers with their love and hard work; Countless times, when we fall into the predicament of life, we always look up and see those affectionate eyes. At that time, teachers combined their eyes with their wisdom and patience.

Every teacher is an unknown cultivator, selflessly dedicating everything to himself, tasting the bitterness and pain of failure alone, but sharing the joy of success with parents and students without stint.

I often hear about the advanced deeds of teachers such as Yin, Song and Zheng Qi, and I can't help but be moved by their nobility. But how do we know, in fact, every teacher around us is facing the same problem as them.

In the same situation, they will make the same choice without hesitation!

It can be said that the profession of teacher is the most beautiful in the world, as pure as myth and as transparent as crystal … Only with such a heart can you become a teacher!

"In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will cry dry every night." "Set an example and do your best." ...

In front of always, it seems that all the words seem so pale and powerless. I think no language can really express the connotation of the word teacher!

In retrospect, the teacher's kindness is unforgettable!

Looking forward to the future, the feelings of teachers will last forever!

Teachers' Day Essay 7 In the autumn days, we are about to usher in the first Teachers' Day. As a teacher, I like September, because the golden September is not only sweet-scented osmanthus, but also good news. I like September, because the golden September is not only the joy of harvest, but also the sweetness of cultivation; I like September, because the golden September is not only fruitful, but also has the deepest wishes of students …

September is an ordinary day, but it has brilliant connotation; September is a dull day, but it has colorful colors! Because the engineer of human soul, "September 10", this ordinary day, has become great and sacred!

Whether it is the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, or the passionate summer; Whether it is a fruitful autumn or a snowy winter. The pointer in the teacher's hand is a bridge, bridging knowledge and ideals; The pointer in the teacher's hand is a sail, raising the sail leading to the other side of happiness. On the podium, warm and generous; Be persuasive at your desk; On campus, talking and laughing; When I visited my home, I was full of bitterness. In the voice of the surging economic tide, we stick to a quiet corner and shape the image of the spirit.

However, these beautiful optical rings are irreplaceable. What is irreplaceable is that we are also tired! We also have families, children and old people ... we also have to pay the feelings that ordinary people have!

Four years ago, my daughter went to high school, my father was in poor health and my job changed. Under great pressure, my career is slack and confused ... I once wrote such a poem:

If only I could be in the desert ruins, then I would quietly bury myself in quicksand and wait for the sand to swallow me up. If I am buried in the desert ruins, I can interpret loneliness, then I will stand there proudly and stare at the ancient distant mountains and the mysterious sunset;

If I can be in the wilderness of the forest, then I will die quietly with all the creatures. If I run in the forest wilderness and stop chewing pain, then I will stop and listen to the call of Shan Ying and the breath of the earth;

If I can be in the vast ocean, then I will drift safely with the wind for a lifetime. If I drift in the vast ocean, I can put my wings on my arms, then I will stop at the center of the sea and look for a rising mood and long-lost passion;

If only I could stay in the ice and snow, then I would sleep in the distant iceberg and solidify my thoughts. If I die in the ice and snow, I can become a mountain top, and then I will disappear from the clouds, the stars and the moon in the reach for the sky and the halo of the sky.

This poem expresses my feeling of rising again after being extremely confused. Tell yourself that reason-I can't give up. Because, because I am a teacher! I am facing a fresh life, a pair of curious eyes and a fiery heart ... for the love in my heart, I am not allowed to slack off. If you want to be worthy of the lofty title of "life mentor", you must continue to work hard and ignite the fire of life.

Dear teachers, for the love in your heart, sprinkle every new green with the sunshine in your heart, moisten every bud with the rain and dew of hope, give the spring bamboo shoots the strength of jointing and upward, and spread their wings to the young eagle to soar in the blue sky; Dear teachers, for the love in your hearts, blow every new seedling with enthusiasm like a spring breeze, flow to everyone's heart like a stream with love, give courage to your hearts and strength to your will; Dear teachers, for the love in your heart, comfort your injured heart with maternal love and support your hope of falling with true feelings; Dear teachers, for the love in your heart, weave beautiful garlands with sweat and play wonderful songs with diligence.

Teachers' Day Essay 8 Unconsciously, I have been teaching for ten years, and it has been nine Teachers' Days.

One of the most unforgettable is Teacher's Day in 20xx.

After school at noon that day, I stood under the old locust tree at the edge of the playground as usual, waiting for the team of my class.

Many passing teachers and students are in full bloom with bright bouquets, which makes the atmosphere of Teachers' Day more intense, but my heart is slightly cold in the scorching sun.

Speaking of which, I have been teaching this year's students for a year, but they don't seem to know each other very well. I often compare them with the students I just took, and feel that there is a big gap.

They seem to think I'm inaccessible. )

Not long after, the teams of other classes in the same grade have already left, and the team of our class has not been seen.

Is it gone? Really? I walked to the classroom with suspicion.

The door was closed and unlocked, and there was silence.

Are you going or not? I pushed the door doubtfully, only heard the sound of "bursts-bursts-",and saw a series of colorful velvet strips coming at me, hitting me on the head and sticking to me.

I subconsciously blocked it with my hand and was a little embarrassed by this sudden scene. At that time, I was at a loss.

When I stood in front of the podium, I first heard a slightly naughty laugh, and then I saw this picture: more than 50 students stood up together and bowed deeply to me with a smile.

Almost at the same time, a blessing of "Happy Teachers' Day" came to my ears.

There are also several students who have just started playing the trumpet. The Gilles gang blew the golden horn in their hands.

From beginning to end, every movement is so uniform, so courteous, as if someone is silently directing.

In an instant, a heat flow surged in my heart and quickly flooded my whole body, as if from my eyes.

I tried to hold back, but I kept repeating these words: "thank you, thank you, thank you!" "

A few years later, in the classroom with blue bricks and blue doors, I felt a little strange, but the scene of more than 50 students getting up together and bowing together often appeared in front of my eyes. The blessing of "Happy Teacher's Day" and the trumpet sound blowing on the red cheeks still echoed in my ears. ...

As we all know, a person will have many choices in the long journey, and most people will think twice before making a choice, especially when choosing a career, but I can't wait to make this choice, and I chose the noblest career in the sunshine without hesitation. I don't regret my choice before, now and in the future! Because teachers are engineers of human souls, disseminators of human knowledge and the most sacred titles in people's hearts!

I like and admire teachers since I was a child. My ideal is to be a glorious people's teacher, inject noble thoughts into students with my beautiful language, and let the source of knowledge flow into students' hearts with my beautiful language. I will take my students to roam freely in the vast ocean of knowledge, let them practice a perfect kung fu, let them take up their respective jobs in the future, and steadily provoke the heavy responsibility of building the motherland. This beautiful ideal is deeply rooted in my heart and grows wantonly. It controls me, spurs me, and makes me go forward bravely and work hard towards this glorious goal. How can you betray your career choice?

When I grow up, I have a deeper and more mature understanding of teachers. Teachers are ordinary, but their profession is extraordinary. He shoulders the dual tasks of educating people and imparting knowledge. Since ancient times, there is no society without teachers, and there is no country without teachers. There is no modern civilization without teachers, and there is no present without teachers. Speaking of this, some people may say, "This is a bit too absolute!" Don't! No, absolutely! Excuse me: Who created everything now? It is today's people and builders. The builder is poor in knowledge and backward in thought, okay? Don't! Who is training these builders? It's the teacher It is these ordinary people who work silently on the three-foot platform!

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die. A teacher, who can spin silk, will pass on his knowledge to the next generation without stint. The purpose of painstaking management is to cultivate pillars for the motherland and thus benefit mankind. Without teachers, there will be no bridge engineers who pave the way, no scientists who invent and create, and no teachers, there will be no knowledgeable labor force. Without such labor force, there will be no prosperity for the country and no development for the society. Today, how can we not say that teachers are respectable, extraordinary and noble professions? As an ordinary person, I can engage in an extraordinary career. Where can I regret it?

Now, through more than ten years of teaching career, my understanding of teachers has become more solid and informative. When I face those innocent and lovely children and look into a pair of curious eyes, I will say to myself, I am a people's teacher, and I have the responsibility to train them into useful talents with both ability and political integrity. I will use my whole life's energy to write my blueprint in a pure heart.

In class, I guide students to use their hands and brains, walk into the paradise of mathematics and the world of language, and explore the mystery of knowledge together. After class, I sat among the children, singing and telling stories to explore the noble sentiments of great men. I have endless love for my students. When my voice is hoarse, there will be a cup of hot tea in front of me. When I finish class, someone will quietly help me put away my chair. When I sweat profusely, someone will hand me a clean handkerchief. When it doesn't rain, there will be several umbrellas sneaking over my head. When I walk in the street, there will be "hello, teacher!" " The voice came, and whenever I was outside, I felt a little sweetness and comfort from the bottom of my heart. How can all this make me regret my choice?

I chose the profession of teacher because I love it. I will use my youth to write the prelude to this great career and water this blooming flower with my heart and blood. Here I want to say to the world: "I have no regrets about my previous choice, my present choice and my future choice." Teachers are the choice I have no regrets in my life! "

Teachers' Day Essay 10 I won't envy the white clouds in the sky, although they are carefree. But when a gust of wind blows, they will be blown without a trace; I won't envy wild flowers and weeds, although they are beautiful. But no one will love it and cherish it; I envy birds, small trees and small animals, because they grow happily in the warm sunshine and the world of love. We grew up in the same environment! Teacher, I want to say to you: If we are beautiful flowers, then you are a diligent gardener; If we are lovely birds, then you are a kind mother bird; If we are fragile grass, then you are a brave tree.

I didn't have a deep understanding of the word "teacher" before, only knowing what the teacher said. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." I also have a little knowledge of these words used to praise teachers, but I don't know how many teachers say them in the light of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

There are many teachers who have taught me, but what impressed me the most is xu teacher, the head teacher of Grade Three. In class, teachers are very strict with us, especially those naughty students, who often hold a grudge because they are scolded or beaten by teachers. As the song goes: "A teacher is like a sheep in wolf's skin, but we don't understand her lamb and want to defend her, but we just don't have the courage ..."

I remember once, I met a difficult problem. So, I closed my eyes and racked my brains to think. I struggled to run through countless cells, but I still couldn't figure it out. I stole a look at the paper at my deskmate. Suddenly, I felt a look coming, and I immediately felt ashamed. Looking up, the teacher is looking at me with her talking eyes, as if to say, "No, it doesn't matter, but you can't peek!" " "I no longer pay attention to the papers at the same table. I thought independently, found the known conditions, and gradually got a look. I am very happy. When I looked up again, the teacher was encouraging me with approving eyes. My heart is full of sweetness, and it feels good.

Xu teacher, I applaud your eyes, because your eyes lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge; Because your eyes lead us over the difficult mountains; Because you lead us to drift in the river of confidence. Through this, I finally understand your eyes, and I am proud of it. The teacher's eyes are like the sunshine in spring, shining on the children's faces and warm in my heart. The teacher's eyes are like fragrant flowers, emitting all the fragrance on our way forward.