A collection of stories about gratitude to teachers

The story of a man who was grateful to his teacher

Zhou Enlai never forgot his teacher. In February 1952, Zhang Bocen, the old president of Nankai University, died suddenly of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou participated in the funeral committee and sent The wreath and the elegiac couplet read: "Teacher Zhang Bocen will live forever, and his student Zhou Enlai will pay tribute to him." After Zhang Bocen died of illness, Zhou Enlai has been thinking about the life of the Zhang family. During natural disasters, Zhou Enlai gave his shopping certificate to Mrs. Zhang Bocen and sent someone to Zhang Bocen. The wife sent 500 yuan and asked the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take more care of the lives of Mrs. Zhang and her children.

Zhu De gave up his seat to the teacher. In 1959, Comrade Zhu De toasted to the teacher in Yun***. On June 25, 1959, Comrade *** came to his hometown of Shaoshan after 32 years of absence. He specially invited himself to the private school. We had dinner with Mao Yuzhu, our teacher when we were studying, and toasted to the teacher enthusiastically during the dinner. Mao Yuzhu was overjoyed and said with emotion: "How dare the Chairman propose a toast? How dare you!" Chairman Mao replied with a smile: "You should respect the elderly and the virtuous!"

Zhou Enlai never forgot his teacher's kindness. In February 1952, Zhang Bocen, the old president of Nankai University, died suddenly of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou attended the funeral committee and sent wreaths. The elegiac couplet read: "Teacher Zhang Bocen will last forever, and his student Zhou Enlai will pay tribute to him." After Zhang Bocen's death, Zhou Enlai has been thinking about the life of the Zhang family. During the natural disaster, Zhou Enlai gave his shopping certificate to Mrs. Zhang Bocen, sent someone to send 500 yuan to Mrs. Zhang, and asked the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take more care of the lives of Mrs. Zhang and her children.

Zhu De gave up his seat to the teacher. In 1959, Comrade Zhu De was watching a play in the auditorium of Yunnan Political School. Before the performance, an old man who was over seventy years old was introduced by the waiter. Zhu De recognized the old man at a glance. Ye Chenglin, his instructor when he was studying in the Yunnan Army Lecture Hall in his early years, hurriedly stood up and stepped forward, stood at attention and saluted. After the salute, he held the old man's hands tightly and gave his seat to the old man. After the old man was seated, he sat down himself.

Mr. Peng wore casual clothes to meet teachers. On August 1, 1957, the Chinese People’s *** toasted to teachers. On June 25, 1959, Comrade *** came to his hometown of Shaoshan after 32 years. I was specially invited to the front, and I would only sit under the teacher when I was seated

2. The story about gratitude to the teacher

I was fourteen years old that year, and I was in the third grade of junior high school. Teachers' Day that year was on Monday. Because there were activities at school, I hurried to school early in the morning to avoid being late. The sunrise was slow in the northwest, and the fog was particularly heavy that day. I could see people surrounding the school gate from all the way. There was a large group of people in front of me. Being a natural lover of watching the excitement, I immediately quickened my pace and trotted past. The students had already surrounded me three levels inside and three levels outside. I stretched my neck and stood on tiptoe, and vaguely saw two people in ragged clothes. The beggars were stranded, their thin clothes were soaked with mist, and they were shivering from the cold. But the taller one was holding tightly to his chest a square cloth bag wrapped in several layers of plastic paper. The tall one, about 20 years old, stood silently and with a guilty look on his face. The short one was about the same age as me, very thin, and looked at everyone timidly with his eyes. The students around were chattering, and it didn't take long for them to understand what was going on. It turned out that they had been here on Saturday and said that they wanted to see the person in charge of the school, but the guard did not let them in. Unexpectedly, they were found huddled at the school gate early this morning. It seemed that they had been guarding here for two days. . The guard saw how pitiful they were, so he went to find someone from the school security room. After a while, someone from the security room came and took them away, and the students dispersed with a cry of coaxing. . .

Someone had already gotten the exact news during morning exercises. It turned out that they were two teachers from a primary school! They came down the mountain to buy textbooks.

How is this possible?

"How is it impossible? The school has selected several senior students to help carry tables and chairs..." said the PHS students.

Moving tables and chairs?

We originally knew that the conditions in the mountains were very difficult and there were almost no schools. They came from the foot of Guanshan Mountain dozens of miles away. Their surname was Wang and they were brothers. Let’s call them Big Wang and Little Wang. .

There used to be no school there. In the past, a few educated youths used to join the team there. They once opened a classroom, brought some teaching materials, and taught the children in the mountains. There were about dozens of students. Teacher Da Wang was one of the educated youths. students. Later, all the educated youths returned to the city, so Teacher Da Wang took on the task of teaching and insisted on teaching children in the mountains. Later, his younger brother gradually began to help him teach lower-grade students. The textbooks brought by the educated youth had been used for many years. I heard that the textbooks had changed. Teacher Wang decided to use the money he had saved to go down the mountain to buy new textbooks for the children. However, on the first day of his departure, a strong wind blew in the mountains. The desk tops in the classroom were scraped away. The so-called desks are actually several wooden boards fixed to stones at both ends with ropes. Students can only stand and listen to the lectures. Teacher Da Wang and his younger brother trekked from the mountains with three days of dry food on their backs. After buying new books in the bookstore, they were sealed in layers to avoid getting wet by the fog. When I passed by the gate of No. 1 Middle School, I saw that the school was very impressive, so I wanted to find the principal and see if he could give them some old desks, books, and homework. They had not eaten for a whole day and night. They used the money to buy books and also bought a box of cheap cigarettes. They handed it to the principal with a smile, but the principal blocked it bitterly. . .

They stood in the corridor and looked at the slogan posted by the school: Happy Teachers' Day. Their eyes widened in surprise because they had never heard of this holiday.

Later, we had many questions for the head teachers: Why didn’t they go to the Education Bureau to request assistance?

The head teacher said: "They are an unofficial school. The Education Bureau has not registered and cannot allocate funds." In other words: Teachers Wang and Xiao Wang are purely making voluntary contributions! However, they traveled across mountains and rivers without any complaints. They were so grateful that our school provided tables, chairs, extracurricular books, homework books, etc. Our school later sent a vehicle to deliver the aid. However, because of the steep mountain road, they had to give up the aid, but they were carrying a heavy burden. Traveling over mountains and ridges over and over again to transport everything back. Because they carry responsibility and hope. Later, someone arrived at the school that could not be called a school, only to find that a five-star red flag made of silk sheets was floating in front of the dilapidated classroom!

Since then, our school has sent several teachers and students to teach every year. I was almost chosen the next year, but I had to give up because I had to take the high school entrance examination. Teacher Xiao Wang went to No. 1 Middle School to attend middle school after he completed his primary school course. He studied very hard and got very good grades.

In my second year of college, I heard stories about them: Teacher Xiao Wang was admitted to Beijing Agricultural University (Northwestern Normal University), but just when the semester was about to start, Mr. Wang Because the teacher sent his students home too late, it was dark and he couldn't see the road. He accidentally fell off the cliff and broke his leg. Teacher Xiao Wang hesitated for a long time, but finally tore up the admission notice and stayed in the mountains forever as a non-staff primary school teacher. Now he doesn’t know whether he will be transferred to a private school. Many years later, I came to my hometown of Shandong. Stories about the northwest still often appear in my dreams. Every year on Teachers’ Day, I can’t help but think of the two men in thin clothes who looked like beggars huddled at the entrance of the middle school many years ago. Two ordinary teachers, Teacher Wang's thin body and Teacher Xiao Wang's timid eyes would still flash in front of me, but since then there has been no news about them. . .

This is a poem I have heard. I don’t know who the author is. Maybe it was written by Teacher Xiao Wang:

The days without you

It is conceivable

A life without you

There is no hope

Without hope

There is no power

With your days

It is conceivable

With your days

There is hope

There is hope

There will be power

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The story of gratitude to the teacher (1)

Zhu De gave up his seat to the teacher. In 1959, Comrade Zhu De was watching a play in the auditorium of Yunnan Political School. Before the performance started, an old man who was over seventy years old was asked by the waiter. After being ushered in, Zhu De recognized at a glance that the old man was Ye Chenglin, his instructor when he studied in the Yunnan Army Lecture Hall in his early years. He hurriedly stood up and stepped forward, stood at attention and saluted. After the salute, he held the old man's hands tightly and gave up his seat. The old man, after the old man was seated, he sat down himself.

The story of gratitude to the teacher (2)

Zhou Enlai never forgot his teacher. In February 1952, Zhang Bocen, the old president of Nankai University, died suddenly of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou participated in the funeral committee and sent a message After the death of Zhang Bocen, Zhou Enlai always thought about the life of the Zhang family. During the period of natural disasters, Zhou Enlai gave his shopping certificate to Mrs. Zhang Bocen and sent someone to help Mrs. Zhang Bocen. Mrs. Zhang sent 500 yuan and asked the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take more care of the lives of Mrs. Zhang and her children.

The story of gratitude to teachers (3)

*** A toast to teachers On June 25, 1959, Comrade *** came to his hometown of Shaoshan after 32 years of absence. He specially invited We had dinner with Mao Yuzhu, my teacher at a private school, and they toasted to the teacher enthusiastically. Mao Yuzhu was overwhelmed with the honor and said with emotion: "How dare the Chairman propose a toast? How dare you!" Chairman Mao replied with a smile: "You should respect the elderly and the virtuous!"

A short story about four grateful teachers

Story 1 of "Thanks to Teacher"

Zhou Enlai never forgot his teacher's kindness. In February 1952, Zhang Bocen, the old president of Nankai University, died suddenly of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou participated in the funeral committee and sent wreaths and wrote an elegiac couplet. It reads: "Teacher Zhang Bocen will be remembered forever, and his student Zhou Enlai will pay tribute to him."

After Zhang Bocen died of illness, Zhou Enlai has been thinking about the life of the Zhang family. During the period of natural disasters, Zhou Enlai gave his shopping certificate to Mrs. Zhang Bocen and also sent a message to Mrs. Zhang Bocen. Someone sent Mrs. Zhang 500 yuan and asked the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take more care of the lives of Mrs. Zhang and her children.

Story 2 of "Thanks to Teacher"

*** A toast to teachers On June 25, 1959, Comrade *** came to his hometown of Shaoshan after 32 years of absence. He specially invited himself We had dinner with Mao Yuzhu, a teacher who was a student in a private school, and toasted to the teacher enthusiastically during the dinner.

Mao Yuzhu was overjoyed and said with emotion: "How dare the Chairman propose a toast!" Chairman Mao replied with a smile: "You should respect the elderly and the virtuous!"

"Thanks to the Teacher" "Story 3

Zhu De gave up his seat to the teacher. In 1959, Comrade Zhu De was watching a play in the auditorium of Yunnan Political School. Before the performance started, an old man who was over seventy years old was introduced by the waiter.

Zhu De recognized at a glance that the old man was Ye Chenglin, his instructor when he had studied in the Yunnan Army Lecture Hall in his early years. He hurriedly stood up and stepped forward, stood at attention and saluted. After the salute, he held the old man's hands tightly and held them. The seat was given to the old man. After the old man was seated, he sat down himself.

Story 4 of "Thanks to Teacher"

After Li Zhengdao won the Nobel Prize, he wrote a letter to his teacher. The full text is as follows:

Dayou Master’s Guide:

The scientific and technological community informed that Chen Ning Yang and I jointly won the 1957 Nobel Prize in Physics. So far, I have many feelings. On the one hand, of course I feel it is an honor, but on the other hand, I deeply feel that my knowledge is limited, and I hope to continue to work hard in the future.

Most of my current achievements are due to your teachings when I was in Kunming. If you had not given me this opportunity in 1946, it would have been impossible for me to be as glorious as I am today.

Sheng Zhengdao

As a world-renowned scientist, Li Zhengdao has a very different attitude towards life and value orientation from his collaborators. He is a person with very high morals and thinks about the source when he drinks water. As a human being, you must drink water and remember its source.

Story 5 of "Thanks to Teacher"

Confucius led his students to travel around the country, and were trapped on the way to Chen and Cai, without having a meal for several days. Master Kong couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to lie down and take a nap in broad daylight, hoping to forget his hunger. Yan Hui, the eldest disciple of Confucius, felt very sad when he saw that his teacher was very hungry. He thought to himself, how could the teacher withstand such torture because he was old? If I don't think of a solution, I'm afraid I'll be in danger. Yan Hui had no other solution, so he had to beg from others. This time, he was really lucky. He actually met a kind-hearted old woman and gave him some rice. Yan Hui happily took the rice back, hurriedly poured the rice into the pot, chopped wood and started a fire. After a while, the rice was cooked.

Confucius just woke up at this time, and suddenly smelled the fragrant aroma of rice. He was very strange, so he got up to take a look. As soon as he stepped out of the door. Then he saw Yan Huizheng grabbing a handful of rice from the pot and putting it into his mouth. Confucius was happy and angry at the same time: he was happy that he had food to eat; he was angry that Yan Hui was so rude and started eating before the teacher had eaten. After a while, Yan Hui respectfully brought a large bowl of fragrant and hot white rice to Confucius and said: "Fortunately, I met a kind-hearted person who gave me rice today. Now that the rice is ready, let's invite the teacher to eat first. ." Unexpectedly, Confucius stood up and said, "I saw my father who passed away in his sleep just now. He asked me to use this bowl of white rice to honor his old man." Yan Hui took the bowl of rice back and quickly. Said: "No! No! This rice is not clean. You cannot use it to hold memorial ceremonies!" Confucius asked pretending to be puzzled: "Why do you say it is unclean?" Yan replied: "I accidentally cooked the rice just now. A piece of charcoal ash fell on it, and I felt very embarrassed. It was a pity to throw it away, but I couldn't give the dirty rice to the teacher! Later, I caught the rice with charcoal ash on it and ate it. How can this rice with charcoal dust on it be used as a memorial?" After listening to Yan Hui's words, Confucius suddenly realized and eliminated his misunderstanding about Yan Hui, and felt deeply that this disciple was a virtuous person.

Five idiom stories about being grateful to teachers

Brothers Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi were both extremely knowledgeable people in the Song Dynasty. In order to enrich his knowledge, Yang Shi, a Jinshi, resolutely gave up his high-ranking official position and went to Hanchang, Henan to worship Cheng Hao as his teacher, and he humbly sought advice. Later, when Cheng Hao died, he himself was in his 40s, but he still determined to study and studied hard. He went to Luoyang to worship Cheng Hao's younger brother Cheng Yi as his teacher.

So, he and his friend You Ye went to Cheng's house to meet Cheng Yi, but they met Mr. Cheng with his eyes closed and sitting up, pretending to sleep. At this time, it started to snow outside. The two people were eager to ask for help, so they stood aside respectfully without saying a word. After waiting for a long time, Cheng Yi slowly opened his eyes and saw Yang Shi and You Ye standing in front of him. He was surprised and said: " Ah, ah! Are the two of them still here?" At this time, the snow outside the door was already more than a foot thick, but Yang Shi and You Ye didn't look tired or impatient at all.

Cheng Men Li Xue

Explanation of the idiom: It used to mean that students were respectful and respectful. A metaphor for respecting a teacher.

Pronunciation: chéng mén lì xuě

Source: "History of the Song Dynasty·Taoxue Biography II·Yang Shi": "One day I saw Yi, I sat in silence, and sometimes I stood with You Zuo. Don't go.

When Yi realized it, the snow outside the door was one foot deep. ”

Vernacular interpretation: Once a student came to see Cheng Yi because he had some questions to ask, but he saw his teacher sitting and falling asleep outside the window and could not bear to disturb him. His teacher was standing outside the door, quietly waiting for his teacher to wake up. It was snowing heavily in the sky, and it was getting heavier and heavier. Yang Shi did not leave, but stood in the snow. After a while, there was already a snowfall.

(5) Extended reading of the story of gratitude to teachers

Synonyms: Respect teachers and respect teaching

1. Respect teachers. Zhongdao

Pronunciation: zūn shī zhòng dào

Explanation: Tao: refers to the principles that should be followed according to the teacher's guidance, and also refers to the knowledge imparted by the teacher. Respect the teacher and value the teacher's teaching.

Source: Fan Ye of the Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty, "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty, The Biography of Kong Xi": "I heard that the Ming King and the Holy Lord must respect the teacher and the Tao. ”

Vernacular definition:

Pronunciation: zūn shī zhòng dào

Explanation: Tao: refers to the principles that should be followed as directed by the teacher, and also refers to the knowledge imparted by the teacher . Respect teachers and pay attention to the teacher's teachings.

Source: "The Book of the Later Han·Biography of Kong Xi" by Fan Ye of the Southern Dynasty and Song Dynasty: "I heard that the Lord Ming Wang should respect the teacher and the Tao. "

Vernacular interpretation: Fan Ye of the Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty, "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty, The Biography of Kong Xi": "I heard that the Ming King and the Holy Master should respect the teacher and the Tao. ”

Six short stories about gratitude to teachers

Stories about gratitude to teachers (1)

Confucius led his students to travel around the world, and went to Chen Guo and Cai Guo Confucius was trapped on the road and didn't have a meal for several days. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to lie down and sleep in the middle of the day, hoping to forget his hunger. Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius, saw that his teacher was very hungry. , I was very sad, thinking, the teacher is old, how can he withstand such torture! If he doesn't think of a way, he is afraid that he will be in danger. Yan Hui has no good way to think of, so he has to beg from others. This time, he met a kind-hearted old woman who gave him some rice. Yan Hui happily took the rice back and hurriedly poured the rice into the pot, chopped wood and started a fire. After a while, there was rice. It was ready. Confucius just woke up and suddenly smelled the smell of rice. He got up and took a look as soon as he stepped out of the room and saw Yan Huizheng grabbing a handful of rice. Put it in his mouth. Confucius was happy and angry at the same time: he was happy that he had something to eat; he was angry that Yan Hui was so rude and started eating before the teacher. After a while, Yan Huigong started eating. He respectfully brought a large bowl of fragrant and hot white rice to Confucius and said, "Fortunately, I met a kind-hearted person who gave me rice today. Now that the rice is ready, let's invite the teacher to eat first. Unexpectedly, Confucius stood up and said, "I saw my deceased father in my sleep just now. He asked me to use this bowl of white rice to pay homage to his old man." Yan Hui snatched the bowl of rice back and said quickly: "No!" no! This rice is unclean and cannot be used to offer sacrifices! Confucius asked pretending to be puzzled: "Why do you say it is unclean?" Yan replied: "When I was cooking just now, I accidentally dropped a piece of charcoal ash on it. I felt very embarrassed. Throw it away. Too much." It's a pity, but we can't give the dirty rice to the teacher! Later, I grabbed the rice with charcoal ash on it and ate it. How can this rice with charcoal dust on it be used to offer sacrifices?" After listening to Yan Hui's words, Confucius suddenly realized that he eliminated his misunderstanding of Yan Hui and felt deeply that this disciple was a virtuous person.

Thank you teacher Story (2)

Zhou Enlai never forgot his teacher. In February 1952, Zhang Bocen, the old president of Nankai University, died suddenly of cerebral thrombosis. Premier Zhou participated in the funeral committee and sent wreaths. The elegiac couplet read: " Teacher Zhang Bocen will be remembered forever by his student Zhou Enlai. "After Zhang Bocen died of illness, Zhou Enlai has been thinking about the life of the Zhang family. During the natural disaster, Zhou Enlai gave his shopping certificate to Mrs. Zhang Bocen, sent someone to send 500 yuan to Mrs. Zhang, and asked the diplomatic department to take care of Mrs. Zhang and her children. Life should be taken care of.

The story of gratitude to teachers (3)

*** A toast to teachers On June 25, 1959, Comrade *** came to his hometown of Shaoshan after 32 years of absence. He specially invited We had dinner with Mao Yuzhu, my teacher at a private school, and they toasted to the teacher enthusiastically. Mao Yuzhu was overjoyed and said with emotion: "How dare the Chairman propose a toast? How dare you!" Chairman Mao replied with a smile: "You should respect the elderly and the virtuous!"

The story of grateful teachers (4)

Zhu De gave up his seat to the teacher. In 1959, Comrade Zhu De was watching a play in the auditorium of Yunnan Political School. Before the performance, an old man who was over seventy years old was introduced by the waiter. Zhu De recognized at a glance that the old man was the one he had played in the early years. Ye Chenglin, an instructor who was studying in the Yunnan Army Lecture Hall, quickly stood up and stepped forward, stood at attention and saluted. After the salute, he held the old man's hands tightly and gave up his seat to the old man. After the old man was seated, he sat down himself.

Seven stories about grateful teachers

"Grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life and giving me the courage to be myself." That's right! It is the teacher who teaches us knowledge from the time we enter the campus. From the time we are ignorant, the teacher teaches us how to behave day by day.

The teacher is a hard-working gardener who works day and night for our motherland, and his hair turns gray from fatigue. The stubble has turned black from exhaustion. Teachers have paid so much for us. Shouldn't we repay them? Respecting teachers is the most important thing. It is respecting teachers' labor. Teaching is a kind of hard and meticulous mental work, for which teachers devote a lot of time and energy. Teachers must carefully design every teaching plan, teach every lesson carefully, and mark every assignment carefully. The teacher's work is hard and arduous. We must understand and appreciate the characteristics and hard work of teachers, and respect their labor.

I remember when I was in elementary school, we had a Chinese teacher named Liu. Her teaching level was very high, and her computer (courseware) design was also very good. However, our class was so poor at studying at that time that it seemed like we were counting down the numbers. , the teacher worked tirelessly to tutor us, sacrificing his own rest time, but without any complaints. The courseware she creates is lifelike. For example, when we went to Guilin Landscape, we used that magical computer to take us to visit the beautiful Guilin Landscape for free. The Ivory Mountains and the water of the Li River made us immersed in the scene. When learning "Fanka", let us travel through the time and space tunnel to suffer together with Fanka more than 70 years ago. Sharing adversities allows us to understand the misery of children in Tsarist Russia. We go back to more than 100 years ago to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace with Sun Wukong. We went to learn Buddhist scriptures and experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships together. We fought with old friends and outwitted our opponents. You allow us to learn from happiness and gain knowledge from play. Thank you for making me like Chinese so much.

Teacher, 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. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless, and the most sacred.

It was one day in primary school. You came to school despite the cold wind. Your face was sallow and you were trembling slightly when you walked. But you still endured the pain and taught us a lesson with a smile on your face. We were ungrateful that day, talked nonsense, and made you angry. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. At noon that day, your classmates made a lot of mistakes in dictation, so you stayed with them and didn't eat lunch. That day, your niece went to call you and told you that a guest came to your house, but you forgot about the guest for the sake of the students. It wasn't until after the classmates left that you I dragged my tired body back home, but the guest was gone. Later we heard from your niece that the guest was very angry.

Teacher, your profession is great, glorious, and selfless. You should be proud of your career-loving spirit!

Teachers are our guides on the road to growth. Teachers teach us how to do things, teach us how to be a good person, and guide us on the path of life. When we encounter setbacks, teachers help us hold up the sail of progress; when we encounter confusion and confusion, teachers give us guidance; when we encounter setbacks, teachers give us guidance; When we are proud of our achievements, the teacher's timely advice makes us sober.

"Come with a heart in your hands and leave without a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication.

This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, prompting every student to realize his or her own pursuits and reach the other side of their ideals.

The story of the eight grateful teachers

The idiom "Cheng Men Li Xue" is a household name. It comes from the story of Yang Shi, a native of Le County, who was educated by the famous Neo-Confucian scholar in the Song Dynasty.

Yang Shi was smart since he was a child. He entered the village to study at the age of four. He could write poems at the age of seven and compose poems at the age of eight. He was known as a child prodigy. When he was fifteen, he studied classics and history, and in the ninth year of Xining, he was determined to be a Jinshi. He wrote books and lectured in many places and was very popular. When he was at home, he devoted himself to studying, writing and teaching at Hanyun Temple and Guishan Academy. One year, Yang Shi took the trouble to make a detour to Luoyang on his way to Liuyang County. , Yang Shi studied with Cheng Yi to further his studies. One day, Yang Shi and his schoolmate Youyou had different views on a certain question. In order to get a correct answer, they went to the teacher's house for advice. It was the middle of winter. It was cold and cloudy. Halfway through their journey, the wind was blowing, the snow was falling, and the cold wind poured into their collars unbridled. When they arrived at Cheng Yi's house, they wrapped themselves tightly. It happened that Mr. Yang was sitting by the stove meditating and recuperating. Yang Shi and the others did not dare to disturb the teacher, so they stood respectfully outside the door, waiting for Mr. to wake up. At this time, the distant mountains were like jade clusters, the woods were like silver makeup, and the houses were covered with flowers. Wearing pure white clothes, one of Yang Shi's feet was frozen and he was shivering from the cold, but he still stood respectfully. After a long time, Cheng Yi woke up and saw Yang Shi standing in the wind and snow from the window. The whole body was covered with snow, and the snow under his feet was already more than a foot thick. He hurriedly got up and welcomed them into the house. Later, Yang Shi learned the true meaning of Cheng Men's Li Xue. Southeast scholars praised Yang Shi as "the authentic disciple of Cheng Xue" and was known as "the authentic disciple of Cheng Men". Mr. Guishan". Since then, the story of "Cheng Menli Xue" has become a beautiful story of respecting teachers through the ages.

What are the 9 short stories about being grateful to teachers

Hua'er Thank you to the sun, because the sunshine nurtures it to grow; the eagle thanks the blue sky, because the blue sky allows it to fly freely; Teacher, I thank you because you impart knowledge to me and let me grow up healthily. Teacher, as your student, I thank you for your contribution. We selflessly dedicated our youth. In order for us to get into a good school, you soaked up the "water" like a sponge for us every time we had time. Forcing some students to study, even though my Chinese teacher, Mr. Li, plays the role of "fascist" in the eyes of some students, I think that as a teacher, she really does what she does. It's time for "spring silkworms to die before their silk is exhausted, and wax torches to turn to ashes before their tears dry up." "Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as genial as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. Your love is the greatest and most selfless. , the most sacred. But we still don't appreciate your kindness and often cause trouble to you when you are most emotionally vulnerable.

At that time, your husband was sick and was in the hospital. Accompany him. But you chose to stay and continue to teach us. In the end, your husband passed away. You only rested for a few days and returned to us during those days. There is a lot of silver on your head.

Although we are just a rising sun, we must learn to release warmth, and we must think and think with gratitude to the teacher. Action, after all, teachers have paid so much for us. Marie Curie once said: "No matter how proud a person is, he should drink water and think about the source. He should remember that it is his teacher who planted the first seeds for their growth. of seeds. Locke believes: "Gratitude is a spiritual treasure." Rousseau also said: "Without gratitude, there is no real virtue." "

I returned to my alma mater over the weekend. The campus has undergone some small changes in just one summer vacation. The teacher seemed to have more silver hair on his temples. The teacher seemed very happy to see me coming and said We students have grown taller, and some of them are almost unrecognizable. I bought a small gift for each of the two teachers, which represents my deep blessing.

We have only known how to ask for things, but not how to be grateful. As the 23rd Teacher's Day is approaching, I want to say to all the respected teachers: Teacher, you have worked hard!