The fallen leaves are hovering in the sky, composing touching pieces of music, which is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it; the white clouds are floating in the blue sky, painting the touching pictures, which are the gratitude of the white clouds to the earth. Feed him the gratitude of the blue sky; because of gratitude, there is this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there is sincere friendship. Because gratitude allows us to understand the true meaning of life. I want to be grateful to the teacher.
As the saying goes, "Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes." ”Isn’t this the best poem to describe teachers?
Teachers are the communicators of human civilization. It is the teacher who teaches us the principles of life, helps us master scientific and cultural knowledge and skills, and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Teachers are engineers of the human soul.
I love the teacher because the teacher has a shining heart like gold. When we fail, the teacher blows up our sails; when we succeed, the teacher shares the joy of success with us; when we make mistakes, the teacher patiently and carefully corrects our course; when we achieve When we are proud of our little achievements, teachers are the medicine that keeps us awake. Teachers are both our mentors and our most sincere friends.
In fact, the joy of being a teacher is indescribable. I deeply feel that teachers are more eternal than candles, illuminating others and sublimating themselves. Even if it is compared to a "spring silkworm", although the silk is exhausted, the body will not die. The silkworm turns into a pupa, the pupa turns into a moth, and the moth breeds and hatches into silkworm babies, endless... It is really poetic and picturesque! And sometimes the long "picture scroll" is a narrative and lyrical blend. "Collection of Poems".
As President Tao Xingzhi said, "Come with a heart in your hands and leave without a blade of grass." ”The teacher is exactly this kind of person.
For teachers, we have endless words of gratitude. When we go to accept more knowledge with heavy gains, we know that the teacher is a candle that burns out himself. Light up others. Our growth is inseparable from our teachers, and our progress is the result of our teachers’ hard work and hard work. In this golden harvest season with crisp autumn air, let the autumn wind send our heartfelt congratulations to our dear teacher! So I love my teacher, love his selflessness, love his profound knowledge, love his courageous dedication, love him approachable.
In short, I love my teacher.
