Some people say that the teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, which points out the direction for us. Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, guarding our future flowers and bones with his powerful body. Teacher, I admire you, and I can't tell why I have such reverence. Looking at your neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard, I can't think of how many mysteries and hardships there are, but I only know that it is your selfless dedication to social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium. What's that noise? Is it the green birdsong of nature? Is it a harmonious melody sound from a classical instrument? No, it's not. It is a kind of voice from the outside world, which contains beautiful tones in the world. It sounds profound to us, because that voice is not an ordinary voice, but a signal voice of knowledge. As soon as you hear this voice, you will know that there is a lot of knowledge coming from afar and entering the post station of your brain.

Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and we are black ducks lost in the world of mortals. Whenever we lose our way, as long as we see your dazzling light, we can find our way home. I still remember how much you paid for us when you picked me up for the first time. You turned us from naive children into pupils with ideals and achievements. When we enjoy our success and happiness, we can't forget our teachers. You are the coolest mountain spring in the mountain. You used your erudition to let us know about this vast and boundless world, let us see its greatness, let us see it. You are like our telescope. Teacher, you taught us to be brave in fighting difficulties and not to be overwhelmed by them. Remember the sentence you used to say, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually. " Yes, success and difficulty are relative. How can we talk about success if there are no difficulties?

Teacher, you are a lush leaf, and you care for our future flowers and bones with your strong body. You never feel wronged for you. You always give silently. For your students and your mission, you would rather be a green leaf than a red flower. You want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world and let students' dreams fly higher and farther.

The second Teacher's Day praised the teacher's article.

I have a good teacher. She is our third grade math teacher-Miss Hu. She is of medium height and full of vitality, just like a slim little tree on a spring morning. Her hair falls down the slope like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and kind eyes are as clear as stars on a clear summer night and as clear as autumn streams. Mr. Hu's class attracts us like a magnet. We all like listening to her math class. However, she has a selfless heart, and she gave us all her love selflessly. I remember that it was the day near the final exam, and Mr. Hu was giving us a lesson. Suddenly, a female teacher came outside the classroom. She shouted anxiously, "Miss Hu! Teacher Hu! " Mr. Hu walked to the door of the classroom, and the female teacher whispered a few words in Mr. Hu's ear and hurried away. Teacher Hu looked pale and trembled slightly, but she soon calmed down and continued to give us lectures. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and only Mr. Hu's kind and gentle voice echoed in the classroom. After class, we talked about it one by one. What happened to the Hu family? In the afternoon, we learned that Mr. Hu's child was ill and kept crying and didn't want to eat. Mr. Hu's husband took the children straight to the hospital. The doctor found that the child had acute pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.

The next day, I don't think Mr. Hu will come. I didn't expect to see Mr. Hu as soon as I entered the school gate. Her eyes sank deeply and her face seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Obviously, Mr. Hu didn't sleep well all night and has been taking care of the sick baby, but she always has a smile on her face and looks energetic. We all advised Mr. Hu to take care of the sick child, but she didn't say anything, saying that she couldn't leave us alone. In this way, for half a month, Mr. Hu has been running between the school and the hospital, never taking a vacation and never being late. In the final exam, all our classmates got good grades, but Mr Hu lost a lot of weight.

After class, Mr. Hu often kicks shuttlecock, skips rope, talks about singers, and talks about new things in Kan Kan ... Of course, when we encounter difficulties in our study, Mr. Hu will discuss with us like a big sister, which will benefit us a lot.

Teachers' Day praises teachers' articles.

"When the silkworm dies, the candle burns at night" is the most appropriate description of the hard-working gardener-teacher of the motherland, and it is also the truest portrayal of xu teacher. -Inscription xu teacher, my junior high school class teacher, is a kind, careful and responsible person. She treats her students with all her heart, treating every student as her own relatives; Treat work with enthusiasm and passion.

I remember that when I first entered junior high school, the school held a welcome party for new students, which was dissolved in order after the meeting. But because of long inactivity, my legs are numb. I tried to stand up, but it ended in failure. Close contact with the earth was imminent, and xu teacher firmly grasped me. She helped me massage and dredge my blood while comforting me and reassuring me. The sun shone behind her, and I seemed to see a smiling angel. Since then, I have remembered a kind teacher like my sister.

In the second day of junior high school, I finally looked forward to the opportunity to go to Fangzi for social practice. Unfortunately, I caught a cold and even lost my voice. After xu teacher found out, he bought a big watermelon and sent it to my dormitory, and told me to drink more water, eat more and have more rest. From then on, I remembered a careful teacher and a loving mother.

More than a month before the college entrance examination, my academic performance plummeted. Xu teacher's eyes were full of anxiety. She talked to me many times and often asked me about my study. My history is not very good, so xu teacher often asks me to answer questions in history class, and I will be punished if I can't answer them. From then on, I remembered a teacher as strict as strict father.

During military training, she will help me wipe the sweat on my forehead; When it rains, she will remind me to bring rain gear; When the temperature drops, she will remind me to wear more clothes; In the cold winter, she will give me hot eggs to warm my hands; When I am slack in my study, she will urge me; When I feel confused, she will guide me in the right direction.

Her love for me, like a spring rain, sent me the power to rush out of the soil; Like a bright light in the night, it shows me the way; Just like a touch of sunshine in the cold winter, it brings me warmth. Here, I want to say a word to xu teacher: xu teacher, I love you!