thanksgiving

Flowers thanksgiving rain dew, rain dew moisturizes it to grow; goshawk thanks to the sky, sky to let it fly; mountain thanks to the earth, the earth makes it towering; I am grateful, people... I want to thank my teacher. From the children of babbling to the middle school students who started their studies, from the teenagers who are thirsty to the adults who are flying high, from the laymen to the professionals, from the knots of human beings to the coming of the information age, the role of teachers is always Throughout the entire process of the development of human civilization. As people have agreed: the development of education, the development of education teachers. The silent work of the teachers has brought about the vitality of human civilization. One teacher once said: I don't need too many honors and praises, just like the word "teacher"... The simple words are undoubtedly the voice of teachers and the emotional expression of the inner world. I am grateful to the teachers for their hard work and gratitude for their teachings. However, more words of praise and admiration of rhetoric are not as good as gratitude to teachers with love and action.

Teacher, I admire you, I also said that I don’t have this kind of admiration. Looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting that you left on the blackboard, I can’t figure out how much mystery and hard work there is. The sweat, only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listening to every word you speak on the podium, what kind of voice is that? Is the green bird's sound? Is it a harmonious melody sound from a classical instrument? No, no, it is a kind of extraterrestrial sound, containing the sounds of the world, which sounds us deeply, because the sound is not an ordinary sound, but a signal of knowledge. When you hear this sound, you will hear it. Know that there is a lot of knowledge to fly from a distance, into the station of your brain.

When I face a difficult problem with a puzzled heart, you patiently and meticulously explain the idea of ​​solving the problem. You brought my confused and blocked psychology to the subject, brought it into the solution of the problem, and also brought it into the interesting world of mathematics. When I face the mistake with my heart, your meaningful teaching teaches me the truth. You brought my young, ignorant mind to the doctrine, brought me into the conviction that I will face mistakes in the future, and brought in the life from the wrong direction.

Teacher, you use your life to teach us why we have to pursue, why we have ideals, and why we must surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world. You are the most beautiful myth in our hearts. A drop of water can reflect the sun's rays, and countless drops of inspiration water gather into a sea of ​​wisdom. The soul engineers always start from bit by bit, using the blood and sweat to hold up the sun of tomorrow! Grateful teachers do not need to do earth-shattering events. It's a bit of a bit in everyday life: In the classroom, a firm eye, a slight nod, proves that you are fully engaged, you are listening to the class, this is grateful; after class, I saw the teacher in the hallway. A touch of smile, a polite "teacher is good", this grateful... At this moment, my mind has emerged again: flowers, goshawks, mountains...