Thank the teacher for his 600-word narrative composition.

Teacher, thank you for teaching me the knowledge, setting me on the right path, forming a sound outlook on life and being a useful person to society. The following is a 600-word narrative of gratitude teacher's composition compiled by me for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Thank my teacher for writing a 600-word narrative, which opened the door to spring; Flowers, open in summer; Fruitful, open the door of autumn; Leng Xue, open in winter; Teacher, open the door of wisdom.

Some people say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Some people say that a teacher is like a bright light, guiding us when we are confused. Yes! Our beloved teacher pays selflessly, expecting our students to achieve excellent results and make contributions to society.

How time flies! How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have been your student for more than a year. Under your guidance, I study harder and grow healthily. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you my thoughts and express my deep respect.

You have praised me many times for my good composition and serious and beautiful handwriting. I clearly remember that day, at the beginning of class, you came in with some revised papers and said to your classmates, "Below. I'll ask two students to read their compositions to everyone, and we'll analyze them while listening, okay? " "good!" I didn't expect you to be the first to let me read my article "Happiness is Happiness". At that time, I was very nervous and scared, afraid that I couldn't write well, but under your encouraging eyes, I still read the composition with emotion. This exercise is more poetic in your simple and orderly comments. I secretly looked up at your encouraging eyes, filled with gratitude.

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.

"Spring silkworms weave silk threads, and nectar breeds new seedlings". I know that your praise contains encouragement and your strictness contains expectation. It's good to be your student!

Grateful to my teacher's 600-word narrative 2 flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the blue sky, because the blue sky makes it spread its wings and fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I thank many people: my parents who gave me life, my classmates who gave me friendship, and my opponents who gave me the courage to strive for the upper reaches, but I want to thank the teachers who gave me spiritual wealth, because they let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; Because they let me see right and wrong, good and evil; Because they gave me the courage to go forward in the face of difficulties. ...

As long as I can remember, my teacher has been with me, giving me happiness, knowledge and spiritual wealth.

When I was six years old, I just came into contact with my teacher. He taught us to be good children, be honest and teach us the most basic knowledge: "A, O, E" and "1, 2, 3". Lay a solid foundation for our future study. Guide us to the road of learning.

At the age of nine, the teacher taught us more knowledge. He told us. Do your own thing and don't rely too much on your family and parents. You know, parents are not our pillars forever and will not support you forever. You know, everything depends on your own efforts. It is the teacher who lets us know that what we have by our own efforts in life is so happy and beautiful.

When I was twelve years old, my teacher gave me the greatest encouragement and support. The teacher said that after six years of hard work, it is time to prove that he is the best. You have to work hard, work hard, and work hard again. You must be admitted to the middle school you yearn for. Don't let your parents down, don't let your teachers down, and you must show your best side.

At the age of fifteen, the teacher taught us the truth of benefiting for life, and taught us how to control ourselves, adjust our mentality and study hard during the rebellious period of adolescence, so as not to let our grades plummet and let us have a beautiful flower season.

At the age of eighteen, the teacher ...

Teacher love is a mountain, guarding the fire of life; Teacher's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Teacher's love is a bright light, illuminating the way forward; Teacher's love is the way to lead your life.

Thank you, my teacher!

Thank you for illuminating my unknown life like a red candle.

Thanks to the teacher's 600-word narrative, all three said: "The teacher is a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland; Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; The teacher is rain and dew, nourishing the dry and sweet fields. But I think teacher X in our class is a book, a colorful book, and a book that people like more and more.

Teacher X has blond hair, curly hair and talking eyes. I can wear different clothes every day, which shows that the teacher used to be a lady who loved beauty very much. I can see your gentle and lovely smiling face every day, which makes us feel that you are approachable and optimistic about life.

In Chinese class, Teacher X taught us to love our country and our people. "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later;" "Old people are old, young people are young, young people are young" let us know how to be brave, help others and honor our parents. In the moral class, Teacher X often teaches us: "We should help others to be happy, be diligent and studious, and have a tolerant heart. Don't do things to get praise from others, but do everything for yourself and for the convenience of others. Tolerance is an indispensable thing for human beings. " In the art class, Teacher X let us feel all kinds of beauty and know how to appreciate beauty. We can express the beauty we feel in our own way. In the "Reading Festival" held by the school last semester, the school organized students to take part in a painting competition, and Teacher X took the students' excellent art works to the exhibition room of the school for exhibition. Not to mention how happy we are. After class, Teacher X is an encyclopedia, often helping students to give ideas, ideas and solutions. Last semester, when we participated in the essay contest, published the blackboard newspaper or other things, Teacher X always patiently taught us, guided us, encouraged us, and let us meet the challenge with confidence.

Thank you for everything the teacher has done for us! We learned a lot by reading your book, and lived a full and meaningful life every day!

Grateful to my teacher's composition 600-word narrative four flowers and plants thank the earth, which gave them sweet milk; Birds thank the blue sky and let them fly freely. And I want to thank the teacher, who helped us open the door of wisdom and let us swim in the ocean of knowledge; In the process of our growth, you have always accompanied us, and your love has always accompanied us to grow up happily.

I remember one morning last winter, I buttoned my winter coat tightly, put my hands in my pockets, and walked out of the house helplessly, breathing white smoke in my mouth without interruption. The biting cold wind roared, scratching the hair of pedestrians with its thick fingers and stabbing the skin of pedestrians like needles. People are wrapped tightly, as if heart to heart is wrapped, and go straight to their destination instead of staying a little longer to be caring and attentive. When I walked quickly to the school gate, I found a familiar figure swaying in the middle of the road in a hurry. I looked intently and found that it was our teacher.

Her face was flushed with cold, her hair was blown in a mess, and her smooth and delicate hands were red, swollen and hard at this time, but she was completely out of state, staring at the traffic lights across the road and the classmates around her. When the green light is on, she escorts her classmates to cross the road in an orderly way; When the red light is on, her outstretched arms are as powerful as a hen protecting a chicken, waving them to protect the safety of every classmate. In this way, travel again and again, escorting waves of classmates. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman rode her bicycle across the road and accidentally tripped over the teacher. When the middle-aged woman panicked, the teacher smiled and said "nothing", then patted the dust on her body and continued her "guard work".

Looking at the busy figure of the teacher, my eyes are moist, and waves of warm currents ripple in my heart. Teacher, you not only teach us knowledge, but also protect us with your life. Your love is the warmest sunshine in winter. Wherever you go, everything is full of warm breath. Since then, we are no longer afraid of the cold, because you have been with me all the way, and you have been shining on me, making our hearts green and full of flowers.

Thank you, my teacher!