Write an essay for a retired teacher

1. Please write an essay praising retired teachers, hurry up

When I was in primary school, I was the most inconspicuous one in the class.

He is short, dark and thin, and his academic performance is not very good. He always lowers his head when walking. In the second semester of fourth grade, the class teacher changed, and she was a woman.

She looks like a female middle school student who has just stepped out of school, with a fair, round face, ear-length short hair, and a nice speaking voice. A week later, the new head teacher asked us to give ourselves a new name, similar to the nickname, but not a nickname.

First, you must be able to show your strengths, and second, you must sound nice. It's up to us to choose first, and then she will decide.

It was a strange idea, but the students immediately became festively happy. Some discussed with each other, some looked through dictionaries, some older brothers and sisters served as advisers, and some asked daddy.

Only I am unusually calm. Thinking of the nickname makes me sad. Besides, I know that I am not good at anything.

I sat silently in my seat, saying nothing and not writing. Every morning when I handed in my name, I naturally handed in a white slip.

For three consecutive classes, the students were immersed in excitement and anticipation. They wished that their reputation would be recognized by the teacher. 11:35, this is the time after school in the morning. The teacher walked into the class holding a note and officially announced her determination result.

"Liu Yuanping - the king of arithmetic", "Zhang Lingling - the lark", "Zou Zhou - the labor expert", "Zhang Xi - the Scud"... Every time a name is read out, there is a crowd in the classroom. There was a burst of cheers. "The last classmate, Cheng Gang - little scholar."

When I heard the teacher read these words, I opened my eyes wide and couldn't believe my ears. I obviously didn't write my name, why... Before I could come to my senses, the teacher continued: "Cheng Gang is serious about his homework, his handwriting is beautiful, and he is quiet all day long. Let's talk about him. Do you look like a little scholar? ""Like--" The classmates responded in unison, as if they were waking up from a dream, and dozens of pairs of surprised eyes turned to me.

I looked at the teacher’s short hair and smiling eyes, tears of excitement and happiness welling up in my eyes. The bell rang, and the students walked out of the classroom happily, and even the shouts of "Goodbye, teacher" were particularly sweet.

When I walked to the teacher, although I mustered up the courage, my voice was low: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I -" before I could finish speaking, he stopped me with a smile: "Stop talking, I know what you want to say to me. Silly boy, all the teacher does is to tell you: you are an excellent student and the teacher likes you.

As for you, too You must believe in yourself. Come on, hold your head up and walk from now on.

Come on, hold your head up, hold your chest up, and take steps..." From that day on, I stopped walking! Walking with your head down, your academic performance also skyrocketed. Later, my teacher was transferred to the experimental school in a neighboring county.

Later, I graduated from the normal school and became a real scholar in the village, but I have never forgotten the female teacher with short hair. Her name is Han Xiuzhen. 2. A message to teachers who are about to retire

1. Your work is in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; your teaching is in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

2. Your position will never change, but your footprints are all over the world; your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last for a hundred years.

3. On our way from childishness to maturity, from ignorance to civilization, you use the torch of life to clear the way for us.

4. The spring breeze of teachers bathes my heart every day.

5. A good teacher is better than ten thousand books.

6. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened so much confusion, nurtured so much self-confidence, ignited so much youth, and destroyed so much ambition.

7. The silver hair of the crane reflects the sun and the moon, and the fervent heart fertilizes new flowers.

8. Once a teacher, always a father.

9. All these gifts are from my teacher.

10. Gardener, a noble title, I wish you a world full of peaches and plums, and spring sunshine everywhere.

11. Rivers push us to the vast sea, and dawn brings us bright mornings; dear teacher, you lead us to a magnificent life.

12. Teacher, people say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. It is better to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation.

13. Teachers are cultivators of beauty and sowers of beauty. It is you who shine with the beautiful sunshine and moisten with the beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers.

14. Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You--teacher's love is the greatest and most noble in the world.

15. Teacher, the light of wisdom emanating from us will always shine with the spark ignited by you yourself.

1. If his body is upright, he will not do what he is told; if his body is not upright, he will not do what he is told.

——Confucius

2. Teaching by example is more important than words.

——Wang Fuzhi

3. If you want students to be eager to learn, you must be eager to learn. Only a teacher who never tires of learning can teach students who never tire of learning.

——Tao Xingzhi

4. When students are asked to do things, faculty and staff do it personally; when students are asked to learn knowledge, faculty and staff learn it personally; students are expected to observe The rules are strictly observed by the faculty and staff.

——Tao Xingzhi

5. Those who move people with words will not feel deeply; those who move people with actions will respond quickly.

——Li Zhi

6. The only source of students’ respect for teachers lies in the teacher’s morality and talent.

——Einstein

7. A teacher’s personality is everything to an educator. Only a healthy mind can have healthy behavior.

—— Ushinsky

8. A teacher’s personal example is the most useful sunshine for the hearts of young people that cannot be replaced by anything.

—— Ushinsky

9. As long as a teacher lies to a student once and reveals the truth, all his educational achievements may be destroyed.

——Rousseau

10. If you want to cultivate students into a kind of person, you should be that kind of person yourself.

——Chernyshevsky

You warm the hearts of every classmate with your fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are pulled and stirred by you, and even your back condenses. With hot eyes...

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but you make the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; you are not a sculpture Family shapes the souls of batches of young people...Teacher, how can I forget you!

A name engraved on a wooden board may not be immortal, and a name engraved on a stone may not be immortal. Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, which truly lasts forever.

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy, and seem so magical - oh, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up in my mind!

You value sincerity and integrity as the principles of your conduct. You are a role model for our students.

I admire great people and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot be counted as your contribution! Poems and songs cannot express my admiration for you! You use the nectar of knowledge to water the flowers of our ideals; you use the clear spring of the soul to nourish the beautiful fruits of our sentiments. In this unusual festival, we offer our deepest blessings.

"The world is full of peaches and plums" is the glory of teachers.

——On this Gardener's Day, when the wind is clear and the autumn fruits are abundant, I wish Teacher Jing happiness and happiness and eternal youth.

We grow from seedlings to big trees, but we will always be your students; I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. On your holiday, I would like to send you a high respect.

Dear teacher, your sincere teachings are like the spring breeze and the rain, and they will always be in my heart. May the music of my creek always echo in your deep valleys.

668 3. Write a letter to a retired teacher and ask how the teacher is doing

A letter to the teacher Dearest teacher: Hello! Who is like a candle, burning himself and illuminating others? It's a teacher; who works hard like a gardener to cultivate the flowers of the motherland without asking for anything in return? It's the teacher; who, like the boatman, sends away batch after batch of ferrymen, but himself stays by the river forever? Still a teacher! teacher! You educate us like a loving mother, teach us knowledge, develop our abilities, and tell us how to behave.

In this harvest season, we are grateful to you! Teacher, you are humorous. I remember that time in class, you evaluated the students in our class. You divided us into three categories. One category is that we don’t need a teacher to guide us and can walk by ourselves.

One type requires the teacher to take them away, and the other type will not leave no matter how the teacher takes them. Your humorous words made us laugh. At the same time, the students were also deeply aware of their mistakes. The first and second categories worked hard to be more perfect, and the third category slowly corrected their shortcomings.

Teacher, I am grateful to you, because you let us know: criticism can also be sweet! Teacher, you are kind. I remember that time, I violated the discipline in class. You did not criticize me in front of my classmates. Instead, you stopped me after school and told me what was wrong with me in class. If this continues, The only thing that will be harmed is my own reasoning.

On the way home, I kept thinking about your words in my mind. Although I made the same mistake in the future, you were not disappointed in me. Teacher, I want to be grateful to you because: you have preserved a child's self-esteem; you hold hope in your heart for every classmate, good or bad.

Teacher, you are focused. Teacher, when you talk about every problem and help us overcome every difficult wall, you will always tell us your thoughts without reservation, and always guide us correctly step by step towards the right answer. .

It's like you, not us, have the answer to this puzzle. Teacher, I want to thank you.

Because: You are our guide when we sail in the ocean of knowledge, and you will always successfully send us to the other side of the sea. Teacher, you are magical.

When you read each text and analyze the meaning of the text for us, your expression is always so attentive, your beautiful voice, your ups and downs intonation and the emotions you read make us all feel like I saw a vivid cartoon. We are deeply impressed by all your efforts.

Teacher, I am grateful to you, because you have made us understand that text can actually be turned into a vivid cartoon. Teacher, you once told us that you work hard, but you are proud and happy to educate the flowers of the motherland. You said that you like this profession, although it requires sweat and hard work, but it is very noble.

Teacher, I am grateful to you because you are not embarrassed by this profession. On the contrary, you love this work very much. I am proud that we have such a good teacher! Teacher, I admire you, so I want to be even more grateful to you! Thank you for your selflessness, your hard work and your kindness! May you receive every blessing sent to you by your classmates in this festive season! Sincerely, Salute Your student: So-and-so. 4. I beg you for an essay praising retired teachers, hurry up

A note

When I was in primary school, I was the most inconspicuous one in the class.

He is short, dark and skinny, and his academic performance is not very good. He always lowers his head when walking.

In the second semester of fourth grade, the class teacher changed, and she was a woman. She looks like a female middle school student who has just stepped out of school, with a fair, round face, ear-length short hair, and a nice speaking voice. A week later, the new head teacher asked us to give ourselves a new name, similar to the nickname, but not a nickname. First, it must be able to show one's own specialties, and second, it must sound nice. It's up to us to choose first, and then she will decide.

It was a strange idea, but the students immediately became festively happy. Some discussed with each other, some looked through dictionaries, some older brothers and sisters acted as advisers, and some asked daddy. I was the only one who was unusually calm. Thinking of the nickname makes me sad. Besides, I know that I am not good at anything. I sat in my seat silently, saying nothing and not writing.

When I handed in my name every morning, I naturally handed in a white slip. For three consecutive classes, the students were immersed in excitement and anticipation. They wished that their reputation would be recognized by the teacher. 11:35, this is the time after school in the morning. The teacher walked into the class holding a note and officially announced her determination result.

"Liu Yuanping - the king of arithmetic", "Zhang Lingling - the lark", "Zou Zhou - the labor expert", "Zhang Xi - the Scud"... Every time a name is read out, there is a crowd in the classroom. There was a burst of cheers.

"The last classmate, Cheng Gang - little scholar." When the teacher read these words, I opened my eyes wide and couldn't believe my ears. I obviously didn't write my name, why... Before I could come to my senses, the teacher continued: "Cheng Gang is serious about his homework, his handwriting is beautiful, and he is quiet all day long. Let's talk about him. Do you look like a little scholar?"

"Like--" The classmates responded in unison, as if they were waking up from a dream, and dozens of pairs of surprised eyes turned to me.

I looked at the teacher’s short hair and smiling eyes, tears of excitement and happiness welling up in my eyes.

The bell rang, and the students walked out of the classroom happily, and even the shouts of "Goodbye, teacher" were particularly sweet.

When I walked to the teacher, although I mustered up the courage, my voice was low: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I -" before I could finish speaking, he stopped me with a smile: "Stop talking, I know what you want to say to me. Silly boy, all the teacher does is to tell you: you are an excellent student and the teacher likes you. You must also believe in yourself. Come on, From now on, walk with your head raised. Come on, raise your head, hold your chest high, and take steps... Yes, just keep walking like this!"

From that day on, I no longer walked with my head down. Also straight up. Later, my teacher was transferred to the experimental school in a neighboring county. Later, I graduated from the normal school and became a real scholar in the village, but I have never forgotten the female teacher with short hair. Her name was Han Xiuzhen.

5. Write a thank you letter to your retired physics teacher (about 500 words, be more vivid)

Write it from your true feelings. I don’t know how to write it. Let me give you an example. , but it is best to write down your true feelings yourself. There is a rainbow that does not appear after the rain or in the sky. It often appears in my heart and spurs me to live an upright life - always caring for me. teacher! Teacher, you used the blackboard eraser to purify my soul. It was you who used the chalk to add wisdom, sincerity, determination, humility, and simplicity to my blackboard-like mind. This is the song you taught me to sing. This is your guidance. The path of life I take. Teacher, in the light of wisdom exuding from us today, the spark you ignited back then still shines! It was your gentle words that washed away the dust in my soul; it was your trickling advice that encouraged me to move forward. You used the blackboard eraser to purify my soul, and it was you who used chalk to erase my blackboard. Wisdom has been added to your mind, and I sincerely wish you happiness forever! It is you who used the blackboard eraser to purify my soul. It is you who used the chalk to add wisdom to my blackboard-like mind. It is your hard work that has been spread among the vast number of students. Your hard work has cultivated a new generation of proud people. No words can express my gratitude. On this beautiful holiday, I will use the words the teacher taught me to write, and use the beautiful words and phrases the teacher taught me to write the most beautiful little poem for the teacher. Teacher, thank you for using The light of my life illuminates the journey of my life. Everything that has passed will become a kind memory. I miss every minute and every second you took us through! Teacher, I wish you the best: peaches and plums are all over the world, and the light of spring is everywhere! With your guidance along the way, I will not lose my way; with your attention along the way, I will be more confident and brave.

Teacher, thank you! Some parts have been slightly modified by myself. 6. In the graduation season, a letter to the retiring Chinese teacher

A letter to the teachers Dear teachers: Hello! The spring rain is silent, and the wind blows into the night to moisten the peaches and plums; the autumn sun is lucky enough to shine and congratulate the gardener with fruitful fruits.

September brings crisp autumn air. This is the season of autumn, the season of harvest, and the season of reward. Having harvested the fruits of this season, we have welcomed the 21st Teachers' Day.

Here, please allow us to represent all students here and extend holiday greetings to every faculty and staff of the school! Teacher, thank you for your hard work! The rise and fall of a country's destiny depends on education. In the long history of the country and the nation, you shoulder the glorious mission of inheriting the past and opening up the future; you burn yourself like a candle and devote your life to nurturing generations of students.

Whether we are current students or past graduates, the growth of each of us is a reflection of your hard work. Small stage, big achievements. The three-foot podium has limited space, but it carries your lofty ideals and brilliant career.

You sow seeds with words, cultivate with chalk, water with sweat, and nourish with hard work. Every silver thread of yours has witnessed our growth; every wrinkle of yours has been deeply engraved in our hearts.

Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your hard work? Which one doesn’t have your hard work? Your dedicated dedication has built up the glory of Central South University; your hard work has painted a brilliant picture of Central South University. Because of you, the school has shown even more gratifying vitality on the road to continuous development and building an innovative university.

Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty once said: "If there is no teacher in the world, the way will be further separated." A teacher is like an anchor. While burying himself, he silently holds the big ship of society and makes it survive the stormy waves. Still unmoving.

Some people say that a teacher's kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. But we still have to say: "The teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable."

With a mind as broad as the sea, you stick to your sacred post and sow seeds in our hearts. A hard work, a harvest.

What is cultivated is sweat, and what is harvested is peaches and plums. Teachers are the helmsmen of our growth and are as tolerant as the sea.

With your profound knowledge and tireless teaching spirit, you ride the wind and waves and carry us to the other side of success. Let us taste the tears and smiles, pain and happiness of fighting life.

There is a kind of love in the world. She does not ask for anything, does not ask for anything in return, it is endless, and she will never look back. You can also submit your essay on Composition Man.com, completely from the heart. This kind of sincere and true love flows and is passed down from generation to generation in the world.

Who gave us this kind of love? It’s you, our dear teacher, how can we thank you? When we walked towards you, we originally wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze, but you gave us the whole spring. When we walked toward you, we originally wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave us the entire ocean.

When we walked toward you, we originally wanted to grab a red leaf, but you gave us the entire maple forest. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot fully account for your contribution; poems and songs cannot fully express my admiration for you.

Thousands of words condense into one deep blessing: Teacher, happy holidays! Sincerely, Salute. 7. In the graduation season, a letter to the retiring Chinese teacher

A letter to the teachers Dear teachers: Hello! The spring rain is silent, and the wind blows into the night to moisten the peaches and plums; the autumn sun is lucky enough to shine and congratulate the gardener with fruitful fruits.

September brings crisp autumn air. This is the season of autumn, the season of harvest, and the season of reward. Having harvested the fruits of this season, we have welcomed the 21st Teachers' Day.

Here, please allow us to represent all students here and extend holiday greetings to every faculty and staff of the school! Teacher, thank you for your hard work! The rise and fall of a country's destiny depends on education. In the long history of the country and the nation, you shoulder the glorious mission of inheriting the past and opening up the future; you burn yourself like a candle and devote your life to nurturing generations of students.

Whether we are current students or past graduates, the growth of each of us is a reflection of your hard work. Small stage, big achievements. The three-foot podium has limited space, but it carries your lofty ideals and brilliant career.

You sow seeds with words, cultivate with chalk, water with sweat, and nourish with hard work. Every silver thread of yours has witnessed our growth; every wrinkle of yours has been deeply engraved in our hearts.

Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your hard work? Which one doesn’t have your hard work? Your dedicated dedication has built up the glory of Central South University; your hard work has painted a brilliant picture of Central South University. Because of you, the school has shown even more gratifying vitality on the road to continuous development and building an innovative university.

Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty once said: "If there is no teacher in the world, the way will be further separated." A teacher is like an anchor. While burying himself, he silently holds the big ship of society and makes it survive the stormy waves. Still unmoving.

Some people say that a teacher's kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people respect them. But we still have to say: "The teacher's kindness is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable."

With a mind as broad as the sea, you stick to your sacred post and sow seeds in our hearts. A hard work, a harvest.

What is cultivated is sweat, and what is harvested is peaches and plums. Teachers are the helmsmen of our growth and are as tolerant as the sea.

With your profound knowledge and tireless teaching spirit, you ride the wind and waves and carry us to the other side of success. Let us taste the tears and smiles, pain and happiness of fighting life.

There is a kind of love in the world. She does not ask for anything, does not ask for anything in return, it is endless, and she will never look back. You can also submit your essay on Composition Man.com, completely from the heart. This kind of sincere and true love flows and is passed down from generation to generation in the world.

Who gave us this kind of love? It’s you, our dear teacher, how can we thank you? When we walked towards you, we originally wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze, but you gave us the whole spring. When we walked toward you, we originally wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave us the entire ocean.

When we walked toward you, we originally wanted to grab a red leaf, but you gave us the entire maple forest. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot fully account for your contribution; poems and songs cannot fully express my admiration for you.

Thousands of words condense into one deep blessing: Teacher, happy holidays! Sincerely, Salute. 8. A 400-word essay about retired teachers caring about the next generation

Teacher Wang is a very competent teacher. He will insist on teaching us no matter what.

Teacher Wang is tall, chubby, and has a round head. He is a junior high school Mathematical Olympiad teacher from Jiangbei. He is very good at mathematics and very humorous. We like him very much. In the training class, no one in his class was undisciplined, and he was also a very competent teacher. One Sunday, I packed my schoolbag, got on the bus, and went to class at the Yucai Science and Technology Tutoring Center in Dongliu New Village. My classmates had already arrived in the classroom. I sat in my seat and listened carefully to the class teacher, Teacher Qin.

The “ding ding bell” bell rang for class. We took out our books and waited for Teacher Wang’s arrival. One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, and Teacher Wang still didn't come. I thought to myself: What's going on? Why hasn’t Teacher Wang come yet?

After a while, a strange teacher came in. The head teacher, Teacher Qin, said to us: "This is our substitute teacher, Teacher Wu. Teacher Wang is sick and cannot come today." We listened. A frustrated teacher, just as the substitute teacher opened the book, a trembling voice interrupted him, "Wait, wait a minute, I'll teach them."

It turned out to be Teacher Wang who stumbled over. , Teacher Wang walked into the classroom and said to Teacher Wu: "I will teach this class." After the substitute teacher left, Teacher Wang taught us a lesson. His voice was not as loud as before, a little hoarse, and his face was red. , like a ripe tomato, my feet are a little unsteady, my body is swaying, as if I will fall down at any time, and my hands are trembling slightly.

Several times the chalk slipped from his hand. After class, several of our classmates couldn't bear to ask Teacher Wang to come to class even though he was sick, so they ran to Teacher Wang who was correcting our homework and said: "Teacher Wang, you can go home and rest, and let the substitute teacher come and do the work." ."

Teacher Wang shook his head and said weakly: "No, I can still persist. If I let a substitute teacher come, you will not be used to his teaching methods. My body still needs food. "Excuse me, I accept your concern. I am more worried about your grades. You are already in the sixth grade." After saying that, he waved his hand and asked us to return to our seats and prepare for the second class.

Teacher Wang is really a competent teacher.