I want to tell the teacher is about 800 words.

Chalk career, the spring and autumn of the podium, embodies the persistent pursuit and deep love of many teachers. We often say that spring is beautiful and full of vitality; The sun is great and selfless; The sea is vast and magnificent. But who can tell me, who is the person who combines the three in the world? Here I can proudly say: "She is our glorious people's teacher", because she is engaged in the most glorious career in the world. Yes, in the sacred teaching world, teacher love is a rational sun, shining on the earth and warming people; Teacher's love is a river of feelings, watering the peaches and plums in the garden and nourishing the students; Love makes the world last forever and human beings last forever! In my understanding, the teacher's love is meticulous care; Is an unshirkable responsibility; It is the sublimation of maternal love; It is the blend and dedication of knowledge and emotion!

Maybe you are no stranger to Mr. Chen, a freshman in our school. She has been strict with herself and working hard for more than ten years. She has a solid teaching in school and achieved remarkable results.

In class, the classroom is her clear and kind inspiration and the students' confident answer; After class, it is her loving teaching voice to her classmates and her warm words of caring and considerate students; It's twelve o'clock at night, and the light in her window is still on. She is still studying teaching materials, teaching methods, analyzing students' current situation, infiltrating ideological education, compiling detailed teaching plans, cultivating students' innovative consciousness and letting them learn to learn.

She is like this, holding the attitude of "doing things seriously, being a down-to-earth person, unwilling to lag behind and always moving forward", taking teaching and educating people as her bounden duty and being a good gardener; Closely link the meaning of one's life with the cause of education, study tirelessly for it, be brave in innovation, and pour enthusiasm and blood into it.

Having said that, I have to mention my fourth grade teacher Huang. She has worked there for 28 years. In the past 28 years, she has never been late or left early. She always glows silently, emitting her own heat. This summer vacation, I went back to my alma mater to visit my teacher. The dormitory is still my dormitory in primary school, and the desk is still that desk. I'm sorry to see this. But you said you were used to it, and you were willing to do it, because such a person's life is worth it. You also said it was hard to be such a teacher. However, when you receive greetings from students on holidays, and when you see that your students have become useful talents to society, you will feel great gratified! You said something to me when you left. If you meet a good teacher in your life, it will be a lifetime treasure. I hope you can bring eternal wealth to many people.

Friends, aren't they good gardeners who are loyal to people's education? Aren't they good teachers who look for every opportunity and use every minute to serve the people? Yes, they are the pride of our people's teachers and our female compatriots. Moreover, people like them are around us and in our province. Of course, to implement the strategy of rejuvenating the country through science and education, deepen education reform and comprehensively promote quality education with the emphasis on cultivating innovative spirit, Qian Qian needs such gardeners and successors. Revitalizing China is the unshirkable responsibility of each of us. Friends, come on, join the team of "lecturers' morality and dedication"! Join the team of "science education", so that you, me and each of us can get on this ever-changing information train, inherit the spirit of hard work and dedication of teachers' morality, and open up a bright future for the motherland. The hope of the Chinese nation lies in children, children's hope lies in education, and the hope of education lies in teachers. For the flowers of the motherland and the glory of 2 1 century, young friends, let's struggle! Write the triumph of the century with our youth, and * * * contribute to the thriving education and write a true story!

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Teacher, I want to tell you.

Time flies, teacher. Are you all right?

Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.

Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.

Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.

Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you walk onto the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.

After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak. At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily!

"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?

Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the new year has come, I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives! !

Teacher, I want to tell you.

The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.

Teacher, I want to say thank you. In the past two years, you have not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me the truth of life. Under the guidance of your teacher, my composition has also made great progress and my grades have gradually improved. I am very grateful to you for this.

Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. We have sunshine and rain.

The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.

A good teacher in my heart, she should have broad love. Teacher, you are like dew, gently sprinkled on the strong new seedlings.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you are great. You are like a spring silkworm, quietly weaving our ideal silk thread. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to thrive under your hard care ... I love you. "

These, perhaps, are the words of a wayward child who is spoiled by you.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

Teacher, since the day I went to school, you have been standing on the podium giving lectures, and I have been sitting down and listening. Let's go somewhere else today. Please sit down and listen to me.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you have worked hard! You are like a candle, burning and consuming yourself constantly, illuminating our bright future and warming our young hearts; You are like an industrious gardener, watering and fertilizing our seedlings, so that we can thrive. I often think like this: Is the silver thread in your temple stained with chalk dust? We made the fine lines around your eyes one by one, didn't we?

Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you! It is you who make the friendship between my classmates and me stronger. When I was about to leave 167 group school, you and your classmates were so reluctant to part. You sacrificed your rest time to take a photo with my classmates. The precious lens will be treasured in my heart forever. You also organized the whole class to hold a farewell party for me At the farewell party, my classmates expressed their feelings of farewell to me and gave me gifts. You are urging me and asking me, as if you were sending your children out of the city. Dear teacher, it's you again, which makes me quickly integrate into the new group of 165 Youth League School. I remember the first time I walked into this school gate, my heart was so uneasy and hesitant: strange classmates and strange teachers, will they welcome me? At this time, you came to me with a smile, led me to the classroom and asked me kindly: Do you dare to introduce yourself to your classmates? I see encouragement in your eyes. When I introduced myself, my classmates accepted me with applause and smiles. Ah, I study and live in a harmonious atmosphere again.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

I will never forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the Big Dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me a pure dream and gave me a pair of strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sweating all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart and giving me persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Don't look back, string up the footsteps of Spring and Autumn. My life moves on in your expectant eyes. ...

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