Teacher, the composition I want to tell you is 400 words, so it's better not to be found by the teacher.

Teacher, you are a piece of sunshine, and dark clouds can't stop you; Your raindrops nourish us to grow sturdily. You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the souls of a group of people ... Your heart is profound and profound, and it contains the hearts of sanitation workers, which can't hold any filth and garbage; It contains the heart of the helmsman, always paying attention to the wind direction and channel; It includes mother's love, gardener's duty, old urchin's innocence, and everything is dedicated to students. Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical. How many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart! Your hard work and sweat are condensed in our achievements, and you are also guiding our growth process. Severe criticism is the concern of "hating iron and not producing steel", and teaching is the wish of "seeking dragons". How can we not understand you? We are absent-minded in class, we run around on the playground, and we have developed some bad habits while growing up. We no longer just guarantee, but prove by actions that we will be your good students. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty". You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent shade in the hot summer, and a beacon light in the foggy sea. You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ...-Teacher, you set an example, educate people well, be a ladder and shoulder sacred responsibilities.

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Touching my sincere heart and remembering the bitterness of growing up, I have been accompanying you-my teachers.

Autumn is coming again. In the warm sunset, I always think of childhood stories, those childish years, and unknown teachers around us.

Although the torrent of years has washed away the dust of history again and again, what remains unchanged is that generation after generation of teachers have devoted themselves to cultivating generation after generation of students and leading them to success. How kind it is to shout out the word "teacher" from the bottom of my heart. Today, I want to send my most sincere wishes to you and to the teachers who have devoted their lives to education!

Although your faces are full of vicissitudes, you still left us a knowing smile; White chalk powder, falling wave after wave, dyed many teachers' black hair, but set off your youthful green more strongly; On the podium, next to the desk, cold comes and summer goes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a little effort flows down. Thank you teacher!

Teacher, we will remember your tireless teachings, because that is your most sincere language; Teacher, I have been reviewing your encouragement, because I will not give up my success; Teacher, I will always miss your smile on me, because we know we have to repay you. Teacher, you have taught me too much, and at the same time, you have lost too much. Teacher, you have devoted your life to us. How can we repay you? Because of your teaching all the way, I didn't lose my way; Because of your concern along the way, I have confidence and courage ... you are engineers of the human soul, you are engaged in the most glorious cause under the sun, and the motherland is strong because of you. Thank you teachers!

Some people say that teachers are gardeners and cultivate flowers; Some people say that teachers are red candles, illuminating us and sacrificing ourselves; Some people say that teachers are the sun, helping us to light the way forward; I told you, teachers are selfless rain and dew. In the garden, flowers are blooming brilliantly with dew. The teacher's teaching purified my soul, and the teacher's encouragement gave me a blue sky. How can a seed germinate, and why can a small seedling stand tall and straight, because this is the price paid by the teacher. Melodious bells and beautiful flowers are controlled by time, and only my blessing will not change. Thank you, hardworking teachers.

The dedication of teachers and students will never be forgotten. On the road of life, they lit the light of hope for me, enriched my soul and increased my wisdom. Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with the soul are teachers' lofty labor.

I think, perhaps in every teacher's heart, what you want most is not the flowers around you on Teacher's Day, but the flood of applause, but to see us repay the teachers' regretless lives with the most diligent efforts and hear our happy laughter when we succeed!

There will always be some people in one's life. You will appear when we need help most, when we are most helpless and want to give up most. Those people are sunshine angels, so that we can face difficulties with dignity. In my mind, teachers are a group of sunshine angels who have taught me a lot. Teacher, maybe I am not your best student, but in my heart, you are the best teacher.