教师节英语作文：感谢有你

Thank you, so I understand tolerance; thank you, so I understand the value; thank you, so I understand the students' mission; thank you, so I understand Feng Meng, understand "the world is not ending feast." I thought last year that you will be fighting with us, but at the last moment was alive split open, past time, though, such as fireworks, fleeting memories but also the most beautiful.
Remember, you are transferred to the second half started. That morning, we are for the last language teacher walked sad and puzzled. Until you push the door the moment, the classroom will be instantly quieted down. You smile onto the podium, you pair of glowing eyes, as if to accommodate the entire world. And you are dressed in a beige coat, it seemed so refined.
Over time, we have to become more like you love your generosity.
I remember a deep recess, and like you are wearing a skirt clothes like shorts to class, I am very curious dress, then quietly reached out and pulled a kick to see a want to understand, you pat my hand, I immediately withdrew it, the students burst into laughter. Your cheeks looked faint smile, but no trace of anger, my face "shabu -" to look red, but that you smiled and said: I spit tongue, "can not satisfactory end up getting what!" fly like a back seat. Later, I know you do not even rude from the mouth of the students, you did not publicly reprimanded me. You know, teacher? At that time your image in my mind all of a sudden tall again.
Day fast flow to you but never in my image subvert hearts. I like your sentimental. That day, the window cold and windy, the house was silent, because your eyes turn red. Your little red eyes. The first is a naughty man angry red your eyes; the second time, the students are not motivated Cuihong your eyes, and this time, because the mother.
Teacher, you still remember that class, that section of the essay to explain the lesson? You play the song "candle in the mother," and as we read the description of the mother's essay for us. Teacher, does not matter how outstanding your ability to read, straightforward voice, no ups and downs pitch, not even a sentence pause, I understand your voice share our sincere than not. We watch your breath, your classroom that only clear and bright sound, like a lullaby-like, so harmonious, so quiet, without a trace of your brow wrinkled, after a trembling voice, eyes red, but that you can strongly refrained eyes mist as your character, never easy tears, never to cede ground. Touching sincere voice is still, as if this article is that you wrote to your mother, so true. After reading, you are forced to suck the nose, then embarrassed, said:. "I also remembered his mother 'students are gently smile, such as spring-like warmth waves in our atrium.
Maybe I'm not the favorite disciple teacher, but the teacher is most grateful to my mentor, as she told me the same: students do, you should do a good scores.
Also remember that you often say to us: "The test of our life is the most critical test to an exam is not good, it is not a focus on high school admission you do not have a good high school, relatively speaking, there is no good university. , good job, good life. perhaps you have never thought about the future of the road, do not ask to choose their own heart, not the burdens of their own mission as a student, but the teacher told you, I hope you can from today do everything, reflect the value of your life. "Maybe the teacher said, very complicated, but I had the teacher's words to heart. Unable to adhere in every night, we will be out carefully to see, something to motivate yourself.
Teacher, I am very grateful to you. Thank you for encouraging me in my most frustrated when, tell me life is not only a way for me to walk; thank you do not give up on me in my most wayward, tell me the value of life, should I look out for themselves; thank you my most difficult when, with eyes silently support me, tell me I can, and I will be that you believe me.
Jiang my dear teacher, I wish you students everywhere, Chunhui four times.

感谢有你，使我明白宽容；感谢有你，使我明白珍惜；感谢有你，使我明白学生的使命；感谢有你，使我懂了冯梦龙，懂了“天下没有不散的筵席”。曾以为，后的一年将会是您与我们一起拼搏，却在后关头被活生生地拆了开来，过去的时光虽如烟花，转瞬即逝，回忆却也美丽。
还记得，您是在初一下半年调来的。那天早晨，我们正为上届语文老师的不辞而别感到伤心与不解。直到您推门而入的那一刻，教室里便瞬间静了下来。您微笑着迈上讲台，您那双闪着光的眼睛，仿佛容下了整个世界。而您身着一件米白色风衣，显得那么精炼。
日子久了，我们愈发地喜欢您，喜欢您的宽容大度。
我深记得课间，您穿着一件像短裤又像裙子的衣服来到班里，我对这件衣服甚是好奇，便悄悄地伸手过去想揪一揪看个明白，您轻轻拍了一下我的手，我马上缩回来，同学们哄堂大笑。看着您似笑非笑的脸颊，却没有一丝生气，我的脸“唰——”地一下红了，您却笑笑说：“可越来越没样儿了哪！”我吐吐舌头，飞似的跑回了座位。事后，我从同学口中知道了这样做对您甚不礼貌，您却没有当众斥责我。知道吗，老师？那个时候您在我心中的形象一下子高大了起来。
日子飞快的流去，您在我的心中的形象却从未*。我喜欢您的多愁善感。那天，窗外寒风凛冽，屋内却鸦雀无声，因为，您的眼眶又红了。您的眼眶很少红。第，是调皮的男生气红了您的眼眶；第二次，是同学们的不上进催红了您的眼眶，而这，是因为母亲。
老师，您还记不记得那堂课，那节作文讲解课？您为我们播放了歌曲《烛光里的妈妈》并为我们读了描写母亲的范文。老师，您的朗读能力并没有多么的出众，平铺直叙的嗓音，没有音调的起伏，甚至没有句子的停顿，可我明白，您声音里的那份真挚我们都比不来。我们屏息看着您，教室里唯有您那清晰明朗的声音，像摇篮曲般，如此和谐，如此静谧，您的眉头不露痕迹皱了皱，声音一丝颤抖之后，眼眶红了，可您却极力的忍住眼眶里水雾，正如您的性格，从不轻易落泪，从不轻易言败。感人真挚的声音依旧，好像这篇文章就是您写给自己的母亲的，那样真实。读完之后，您用力的吸了下鼻子，然后不好意思的说：“我也想起自己的妈妈了。”同学们都轻轻地笑了，如春风般的温暖荡漾在我们的心房。
也许，我不是老师得意的弟子，但老师却是我感激的恩师，正如她告诉我的一样：要做学生，就应该做一个成绩好的学生。
还记不记得您常常给我们说：“中考是我们人生中为关键的考试。中考考不好，就没有一所重点高中录取你，没有好的高中，相对而言，也没有好的大学，好的工作，好的人生。也许你们从来没有想过以后的道路，没有问问自己心中的选择，没有背负起自己作为一个学生的使命，但老师告诉你了，就希望你从今天起可以做好每一件事，体现你的人生价值。”也许老师说的很繁琐，但我却早已将老师的话铭记在心。在每一个无法坚持的深夜，都会拿出来斟酌一下，激励自己一番。
老师，真的很感谢您。感谢您在我泄气的时候鼓励我，告诉我人生不只有一条路供我行走；感谢您在我任性的时候没有放弃我，告诉我人生价值，要我好自为之；感谢您在我困难的时候，默默用目光支持我，告诉我我可以的，我一定可以的，您相信我。
我亲爱的蒋老师，祝您桃李满天下，春晖遍四方。