Teacher, thank you for your primary school composition.

In daily study, work and life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are the teachers I arranged. Thank you for your primary school composition. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Thank you, teacher, for your primary school composition 1. You have a braid behind your black and yellow hair. Thick eyebrows, high nose, beautiful and serious face. This is my beloved teacher.

Although the teacher looks serious, I will love her forever. That time, it was deeply imprinted in my heart. As usual, the teacher stood on the podium with a test paper and announced the scores of the previous day's exam, and said gently, "The highest score in this exam is 93, and the lowest score is 78." The teacher asked the monitor to hand out the test paper, thinking: which useless ghost took 78! I'm sure I'll get beat up

"You Jiayi, congratulations, first place, ninety-three." The teacher's loud voice broke my idea. Suddenly, I heard the teacher say, "Deng Yubo, the test paper is finally mine." I pricked up my ears and listened. How many points did I get? But all I heard was, "Come up and get it." I ran up, took the test paper, and couldn't wait to take a peek. No way, I only got 78 points in the exam, which was the last. What should I do? How will my classmates laugh at me when they know? A series of inferiority complex blinded me. Look at the students. There seems to be nothing to reflect. Why is it abnormal? It turns out that the teacher didn't report my grades. At this moment, I really want to say to her, "Thank you, teacher, for protecting my self-esteem, but I only got such a small score, and I shouldn't." The teacher seemed to understand my mind and looked at me. There is no contempt in his eyes, but some encouragement.

Thank you, teacher. Who is like a candle, burning himself and igniting the hopes of others? Who is like a gardener who cares for the growth of seedlings diligently? Who, like the vast blue sea, opens his knowledge to small fish? It's you, my beloved teacher.

Four years ago, I was a fledgling eagle. When I first set foot in primary school, the first thing I saw was you, my teacher. Your amiable face and kind words made me fall in love with my teacher at once. In the past four years, we have gone through many ups and downs together; In the past four years, I have also experienced infinite warmth:

You are like warm sunshine, shining on our happy growth;

You are like sweet rain and dew, giving us enough nutrients;

You are like a soft spring breeze, blowing our cheeks.

Teachers, like our parents, help us when we are in trouble, comfort us when we are sad and share with us when we are happy. Although you can't get along with us now, I still remember your voice and smile, and I will never forget your inculcation and humorous teaching methods; I can't forget the laughter you played with us after class.

In the United collective, under the teacher's amiable smile, my sincere heart found a home!

A thousand words, merged into the most sincere touch:

"Thank you, teacher!"

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Teacher, thank you for being a passer-by in my study career. Without the teacher's patient teaching, I am like a cat wandering in the street, with no direction.

Teachers are like a person's soul engineer, carving our tender hearts, and let us bravely pursue our ideals despite the rugged road ahead.

A teacher is like a piece of chalk, writing important knowledge on the blackboard and making us useful people. The teacher once said that "black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, but white hair regrets learning late." The consciousness of this sentence is to study hard when you are young, so as not to regret it when you are old. I will remember every good word the teacher said.

The teacher is like a strict animal trainer, always urging us to be good, and when we make mistakes, the teacher will patiently correct them; When I win the prize, the teacher will praise me. Teachers always devote themselves selflessly to educating students.

Teachers are like navigators in the dark, illuminating the road for us in the dark. No matter rich or poor, smart or stupid, teachers treat them equally and never give up.

Teachers play an important role in cultivating students' success. In order to live up to the teacher's contribution to us, I want to be a person who contributes to the country and society in return for the teacher's great kindness to us.

Thank you, teacher. It's a cold morning. My mother goes to work in Wuhan by train. I cried and didn't want to do anything. My mother has only been gone for a while, and I miss her very much. It was not until I went to school the next day (Monday) that I found that there was still a "mother" around me who had been caring about me.

That's you, dear teacher. Your gentle words and kind and peaceful smiling face are the image of loving mother in my mind.

After a few days, I found that you are more and more like my mother. Every move, every word and deed seems to be my mother. Because you care about me as much as your mother, and you get an "A" in your homework, you will praise me and warn me to guard against arrogance and rashness; If I make a mistake in my homework, you will help me analyze the cause of the mistake and tell me that failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is that I can't get up after failure. You encourage me to continue to work hard, encourage me to move forward bravely ... These words are like spring breeze blowing into my heart, always encouraging me to overcome one difficulty after another and achieve better results.

Teacher, your life is a fire, your life is a song, and your career is a poem. You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with the clear spring of your heart.

Teacher, you have opened a door to my heart with motherly care. Besides studying hard, I can only sum up a thousand words into one sentence: "thank you, teacher!" " "

Teacher, thank you for your fifth primary school composition, "Spring cicada is dead, and every night the candle weeps the wick". For thousands of years, people have used this poem to describe the teacher's selfless dedication to our students, passing on knowledge to students with his life and cultivating new hope for the motherland.

Teachers are a sacred profession, and people who are teachers are even greater. Under the tireless teaching of the teacher, our studies are thriving, but who has thought about the teacher? Teachers only think about how to train talents for the country and never think about themselves. The trace of chalk has already penetrated into the bone marrow, and the method of class has long been engraved in my heart. The battle-hardened body has long been scarred, but the teacher is still dragging the overwhelmed body and rushing to the front line to lay a good foundation for students and their "children" and prepare for the increasingly heavy studies in the future.

Teacher, I have done a lot of work for our part-time job. The teacher became our "nanny", taking care of every penny of our school; The teacher became our "doctor" to treat all kinds of minor problems; Teachers have also become our "bodyguards", escorting us on the way to study; Teachers are still our "parents", who care about and love us like parents. When there are small contradictions between classmates, stand up and help us solve them. Comfort us when we are sad. The teacher has done too much for us, so we should repay the teacher. However, we said we would repay our teachers, but we never did. What we bring to our teachers will only make them more tired. Here I just want to say sincerely: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

Thanks to the teacher, let me grow up from a young seedling; Thank you, teacher, for letting me swim in the ocean of knowledge. Thank you!

Thank you, teacher. Students, you must have met the gardener. He always worked hard in the garden last week. He waters the saplings, fertilizes the flowers and weeds. He never complains about anything. Our teacher is a gardener, who works hard to cultivate the flowers and hopes of the motherland.

Students, you must have seen the red candle. It would rather turn into smoke and dedicate all its light and warmth to the world. Our teacher is like this. In order to let students learn more knowledge, they do not hesitate to sacrifice their youth. This is the spirit of teachers. This spirit is called the amiable and respectable red candle spirit. Silkworms in spring weave until they die, all the wax turns to ashes, and tears begin to dry. There are thousands of Qian Qian teachers in the world, and they all have this valuable spirit.

When I was 7 years old, you were the first to walk into the school gate, teacher. It was you who led me to the door of knowledge and taught me to write and write.

When I first came into contact with numbers, it was the teacher who introduced me to 1234, which made me memorize the formulas of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

When I first came into contact with English words, you let me know ABCD, let me learn the love between teachers and students, and let me learn to sing English songs.

In a word, all this is what you taught me and the result of your efforts.

Teacher, what a beautiful name! You lead me to the ocean of knowledge, you lead me to the door of knowledge, and you help me solve my difficulties.

Teacher, I just want to say to you: "thank you!" "

Thank you, teacher. You are like a gardener in a garden, cultivating the flowers of the motherland. You are like a hardworking bee, working day and night for our study; Teacher, you miss candles, too. You would rather sacrifice yourself and light up our way forward.

Dear teacher, I've always wanted to say a word to you: thank you, teacher! Teacher, do you remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I attended the school dance? Before long, the dance team will take part in the competition on behalf of the seventh primary school. At that time, there was a man who was too busy to jump temporarily, making you anxious like an ant on hot bricks-running around. At the right moment, you saw me next to you, looked at me for 5 minutes and asked me, "Why don't you replace me?" I heard vaguely at that time, and the teacher saw that I didn't respond, so he said, "Let's dance on stage." As soon as I listen, I get nervous. Seeing that I was so nervous, the teacher said, "Don't be nervous, relax, I'm sure you will dance well." After hearing the teacher's words, I stammered, "I … I … really … can I ……" The teacher confidently said to me, "I believe you, and you will do well!" "I finally got up the courage to stand on the stage and dance. Dance, after the dance, the judges announced the score, and I won the first prize with 98.3 points! I really want to thank the teachers for their efforts and their faith.

Teacher, I want to take this opportunity to say to you, thank you, teacher, you have worked hard!

Thank you, teacher. Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, and we are the flowers of our motherland. You have nurtured us carefully, and made us daily growing.

In a writing class in the afternoon of Grade Two, we are concentrating on our homework. Suddenly, my stomach hurts. I thought it would be all right, but the pain was getting worse and worse, and Lian Bi couldn't hold on. You saw that I felt bad, so you came right away. When you saw that I couldn't stand up, you immediately asked some classmates to help me to the infirmary. But I really can't walk, so you call my parents and ask them to take me to the hospital. I saw this scene. Thank you teacher!

On the last day of the fourth grade last semester, you specifically told me and some classmates that we should recite the text in advance during the holiday, because there is much less time next semester, so we have to recite it in advance to keep up with the rhythm. So, in this winter vacation, I try my best to recite. By the second semester, I had recited the most texts in my class. Please ask other students to recite it for me. I was so happy that I could hardly sleep that night. Because this is the first time you have asked others to recite the text for me, which has given me great encouragement. Thank you teacher!

Thank you teacher! You always accompany us and take care of us. Let us make continuous progress under your guidance.

Thank you, teacher. Our teacher Jiang has a big belly and a body that is neither tall nor ugly. Although she is not ugly on the surface, she has a heart of writing. Every time it's her turn to go to the hall, Xiao Ye shouts loudly. Only people who don't like to write information articles will croak in a low voice. Only when I see Mr. Jiang on the road at ordinary times will I automatically answer her evil. Even if Mr. Jiang criticized us, I wouldn't say anything, because it was Mr. Jiang who made me take a big step towards composition.

I remember one time, Teacher Jiang came to our class to write a composition class, which was about osmanthus. Teacher Jiang wrote what my classmate said on the blackboard, and let's string together a fluent sentence. I wrote the beginning of osmanthus, and at first I thought I wouldn't write the ending. At this moment, Teacher Jiang went over and said earnestly, "What's the matter? Don't you want to go? Think about what else osmanthus can do? " Crying, I died, how did she know that I couldn't write the ending? It's amazing! So, I thought about it according to the reminder given to me by Teacher Jiang. Suddenly, the motivation of flashing head and face can be ended with the function of osmanthus, such as making tea and making honey water. My name is Fulai Happy: I know how to describe osmanthus in the end. Teacher Jiang not only taught us how to write a composition, how to observe the progress, characteristics and functions of things and scenery, but also taught us some common sense in life. Since then, my composition has made rapid progress!

Thank you-Miss Jiang! Every time I think of my teacher's teaching, I can't help singing the song "I am grateful to have you, let my life in live high …".

Thank you, teacher. 10 Whenever I talk about love, I always think of one thing.

This happened when I was in the third grade. In an activity between classes, I played with my classmates. When it was my turn to catch someone else, I stared at a classmate and caught him at high speed. But this classmate was so flexible that I didn't catch him several times, which made me very angry. I caught him as fast as I could. When I cornered him, he avoided the wall flexibly, but I bumped into the wall because of inertia, and a big bag appeared on my head, which almost made me cry. Just as the bell rang, I had to endure the pain and go to class. Just sitting in my seat, my deskmate found a big bag on my head. He took me to tell the teacher. The teacher took me downstairs to find Mr. Pei, the head teacher. Teacher Pei looked at me with a big bag on his head and some blood beside his eyes. He asked me what happened, so I told Mr. Pei what happened. I saw Mr. Pei say to me in a gentle tone, "Don't do this in the future." Then let me sit in a chair and put a hot towel on my big bag and ask me if it hurts. In order not to worry Mr. Pei, I said "no", but it still hurts. After the application, Mr. Pei looked at my painful expression and told a joke: "When you go back, tell your mother that I am very filial and brought you a big light bulb, so you don't have to buy a light bulb in the future." After listening to teacher Pei's joke, I couldn't help laughing, and the pain was forgotten.

Although it has been more than two years since this incident, I still want to say thank you to Teacher Pei!

Teacher, thank you for your primary school composition 1 1. Time flies, and I have spent three years in school in a blink of an eye. In these three years, I have been with you. You are both a loving mother and a strict teacher. Over the past three years, my gratitude to you has increased day by day; Thank you-Miss Wu!

I remember when I was in the third grade, you asked us to recite the classics, and you also said that we should check the recitation, but we didn't check it on the agreed day. I was lucky and thought, "Maybe Mr. Wu forgot!" So he stole laziness. Until one day, in reading class, you said, "You have memorized all the classics!" " ! I'll wait outside the door for you to recite them one by one! "He moved a chair and sat outside the door. This time, I was in a hurry. "What should I do? "! I don't have many times at home! "Can't, I have to obediently go to reform, I'm waiting to get cold feet; I made a rough count, and it was almost my turn to recite. I walked up slowly and handed you the book, just waiting for you to "give orders" and "Song of the Plug!" Gee, this is the very poem I don't know! Teacher Wu is really amazing! I hit my achilles heel. I quickly mumbled, "The songs of Aftab, Tang and Lu Lun ..." But by this time, I had lowered my head, and my face was hot and burned to my ears, at least 45 degrees. The following sentence has become a memory of my life. You said, "Never mind, keep working hard! Standing up in repeated failures, doing things is better than doing nothing, and working hard is better than disdaining doing things! "

Yes, you are my teacher, my mother and my friend! Thank you, Miss Wu!

Thank you for your primary school composition 12 During primary school, we met many teachers. In the past five years, my favorite is my head teacher, Miss Yuan.

Teacher Yuan's lectures are humorous and sometimes make us laugh. Her teaching method is also very unique, unique, and we all like her classes very much, because she always enables us to gain knowledge in relaxed study. Besides, she often takes us to carry out some meaningful activities in class. "Grateful Heart" theme team activities let us understand the responsibility and learn to be grateful; The practice of the theme of "labor has the most flavor" makes us understand that labor is the most beautiful and glorious; "Warm Empty Nest" is a voluntary service activity for the elderly who are lonely and widowed, which makes us understand filial piety and respect and love the elderly.

Although Miss Yuan teaches Chinese, she is also concerned about our math and English scores. Whenever she has time, she will spot-check our English recitation, dictate English words to us and check the dictation of our mathematical formulas. Although sometimes she is very strict with us, and we often complain about her when we were not sensible before, with the growth of age, we gradually understand that this "strictness" also contains deep love.

Dear teacher, you have paid too much for us! I have a lot of heartfelt words to say to you, but a thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "thank you, teacher!" "

Teacher, thank you for your primary school composition 13. Everything that is cut will become a beautiful memory-

Teacher, I miss my primary school days, my alma mater and you. If time can go back, let me go back to my primary school days-

Dear teacher, how I want to listen to your inculcation again. ...

After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...

Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you! Before the harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.

Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a paper plane of memory and letting it soar in my missing mind. The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar eraser and familiar voice lead my thoughts to tomorrow's student days. Oh, teacher ...

Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like two clear springs flowing in my heart forever. ...

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 my heart forever!

Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.

Thank you, teacher, for your primary school composition 14 teacher. You are like an industrious gardener who takes care of us tirelessly day and night. If we are flowers, you are the warm sun. If we are grass, you are the showers that moisten us; If we are trees, you are a vast land. Teacher, there are many people I want to thank, including classmates, friends and family ... But I want to thank you most, Miss Wei! Time awakens the key to memory, and memory overflows instantly ... Four years ago, we were a group of children who were not sensible, smelled like milk, and cried when they left their parents. It was you, your hug, your smile that accepted our group of "little devils in troubled times" and your teaching, which improved our writing level from one word to four or five hundred words now. It is you. You once talked about our thirst and didn't take a sip of water for fear that a slight pause would disturb our thoughts.

Teacher, today is Teacher's Day. You say that grades and discipline are the best gifts for you, but we always let you down. It seems that such a gift cannot be delivered to you. We will try our best. We believe that one day we will give you this best gift! On the road of our growth, you are sometimes harsh and sometimes like a friend. You sow the seeds of knowledge and produce brilliant flowers, but you never ask for anything in return. Just like that song, "Teachers have made contributions on the new Long March, and successive successors have thrived, shouldering the hope of the motherland and rushing to all directions"! "The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wick will cry every night." Teacher, you are like that candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Thank you, Miss Wei.

Thank you, teacher, for your primary school composition 15. Time flies like running water. Dear teacher Ruan, how I want to tell you!

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, several students in our class didn't study hard and liked to go to Internet cafes. When you know this, you will be furious and ask them to write a review and admit their mistakes in front of the whole class. Afterwards, you tell everyone: "Internet cafes are not places for children, which will affect your study." Since then, the students' hearts have been taken back. This is your credit, thank you, Teacher Ruan!

I remember once, I was very timid. You asked a question in class, and the students scrambled to raise their hands to speak. I kept my head down and kept saying, "Teacher Ruan, don't call me, don't call me", but you still woke me up. I couldn't say a word at that time, and my classmates laughed at me. I am sad. My heart is beating harder. I keep my mouth shut and dare not answer your question for fear that you will be angry with me. However, you didn't blame me, but kindly said to me, "You don't have to be afraid. In fact, your performance is very good." I was very happy when you looked at me with encouraging eyes. It is that kind of encouragement that has strengthened my courage and confidence in learning. From now on, in the future study, I will summon up the courage to answer your questions.

Now, I want to say to you loudly: "Thank you, Teacher Ruan!" " "