There is a song called "when they grow up, I became you": a child I thought you were very beautiful, led a group of birds flying. Grow up you have become my only know that classrooms are flying the hope that the Shou are their own nests; piece of the blackboard to write the truth, remove the utilitarian; Flanagan chalk to draw the rainbow, teardrop shed is ... .. every time to hear it, sing it, my heart will be subjected to a baptism of love.

　　Life on people from kindergarten to primary school, middle school, and even universities, there will be many teachers. Pouring of love, concern about the growth of students, one teacher per common pursuit. Which is one of, love of the female teachers in general are different teacher's love, she is a kind of put all the soul and intellect dedicated to children's sincere. Such love is selfless, it unreservedly dedicated to all students; this love is deep, its implication for all students at doing one thing in each.

　　At kindergarten, we have the first teachers in life. When we are crying, it was your mother like open arms into the warm embrace of our arms; when we slept at a small bed輾轉(zhuǎn)反側(cè)when you are gently approached the bedside, as we were掖好angle; when We are not feeling well when you are hurriedly put our mind to the clinic.

　　Gradually we grew up背起書包, into the school, to know more new teachers. For we grow up, your Teacher work day and night, but no regrets. How many quiet nights, in order to prepare each lesson, are you seriously study materials; the number of spare time, in order to transform backward students, but also you are braving the cold heat go home visits; the number of holidays, you give up leisure time with their families , devote themselves to learning, to use all available time to "self-charging."

　　Teacher are candles for a bright and burning; Teacher are gardeners, homeland for tomorrow's flowers and hard work; Teacher dewdrop are constantly nourishing us this piece of green grass; Teacher trees are for our; Teacher are the sun, are matches, are chalk ... ... Teacher, what a noble and distinguished career ah!

　　Leaves circled in the air, write a song wonderful music, it is a large tree at its nourish the earth for Thanksgiving; clouds at blue sky in the drift, painting pictures on TV drama series and pleasant pictures, that are white clouds in the Thanksgiving feeding it the blue sky. Since there is a teacher, we recognize the colorful world; because there is a teacher, to understand the true meaning of life, so we must know how to Teacher Zhien, Thanksgiving.

　　Teachers are respected Thanksgiving. Since ancient times, people-wei of their teachers have a heart of Thanksgiving. Famous scientist Marie Curie, Nobel Prize-winning twice, but she saw my primary school teachers, the immediately presented a bouquet of flowers to express her gratitude; great man Mao Zedong at the festive season is also usually sent to a Teacher deeply grateful.

　　Thanksgiving is on the teacher's heart. Grateful do not need earth-shattering, just say your call ray considerate enough. Class, the teacher sat exhausted on rostrum, students, and you can walk gently for Teacherback shoulder; after school, when you find a teacher for us to sit in the offices also meticulous whenstudents, you can quietly for a cup of warm water on Teacher inverted; recess, you discover that there is waste paper cuttings classroom, students, and you can easily pick it up, for teachers to create a clean teaching environment; holiday, the students , you can bring a flower for the teacher, a greeting card, it is the blessings of Teacher Forever ... ...

　　Thanksgiving on the Teacher is to return the society. Teacher, you worked hard conscientious, quiet dedication of light and heat. Ordinary is not in this insipid post on, you not only taught us the knowledge and, more importantly, it educates us in how to behave. "decades, educating people for centuries," Does a society, the state and the nation a useful person, it is the best reward for teachers.

　　Students, let us together wish the world is all happy Teacher Happiness Forever!

　　有一首歌叫《長大后，我就成了你》：小時候我以為你很美麗，領(lǐng)著一群小鳥飛來飛去。長大后我就成了你，才知道那間教室，放飛的是希望，守巢的是自己； 那塊黑板寫下的是真理，擦去的是功利；那根粉筆畫出的是彩虹，流下的是淚滴…..每次聽到它，唱起它，我都會在內(nèi)心經(jīng)受一次愛的洗禮。

　　人一生從上幼兒園到小學、初中，乃至大學，會有許許多多的老師。傾注愛心，關(guān)注學生的成長，是每一位老師共同的追求。而這其中，女老師的愛是不同于一 般老師的愛，她是一種把全部心靈和才智獻給孩子的真誠。這種愛是無私的，它毫無保留地獻給所有學生；這種愛是深沉的，它蘊涵在為所有學生所做的每一件事 中。
　　在幼兒園里，我們有了人生第一位老師。當我們哭哭啼啼時，是您張開母親般的雙臂將我們攬入溫暖的懷里；當我們在小小睡床上輾轉(zhuǎn)反側(cè)時，是您輕輕地走近床邊，為我們掖好被角；當我們身體不舒服時，是您急急忙忙把我們抱到醫(yī)務(wù)室。

　　漸漸我們長大，背起書包，走入學堂，認識了更多新的老師。為了我們成長，老師您晝夜勞作，卻無怨無悔。多少個寧靜的夜晚，為了備好每一堂課，是您認真鉆研教材；多少個業(yè)余時間，為了轉(zhuǎn)化后進學生，又是您冒著嚴寒酷暑去家訪；多少個節(jié)假日，您放棄與家人休閑的時間，潛心進修，利用一切可以利用的時間來“自我充電”。

　　老師是蠟燭，為了光明而燃燒；老師是園丁，為了祖國明天的花朵而辛勤勞動；老師是露珠，不斷滋潤我們這片綠草；老師是大樹，為我們遮風擋雨；老師是太陽、是火柴、是粉筆……老師，一個多么令人尊敬而高尚的職業(yè)啊！

　　落葉在空中盤旋，譜寫著一曲美妙的樂章，那是大樹在對滋養(yǎng)它的大地感恩；白云在蔚藍的天空中飄蕩，繪畫著那一幅幅怡人的畫面，那是白云在對哺育它的藍天感恩。因為有老師，我們認識了多彩的世界；因為有老師，懂得了生命的真諦，所以我們對老師要懂得知恩、感恩。

　　對老師的感恩是敬重的。自古以來，偉人們都對自己的老師有著一顆感恩的心。著名科學家居里夫人，曾兩次獲得諾貝爾獎，但她在看見自己的小學老師時，馬上獻上一束鮮花表達她的感激之情；偉人毛澤東也同樣常常在佳節(jié)送上對老師的一份深深感激。

　　對老師的感恩是發(fā)自內(nèi)心的。感激不需要驚天動地，只需要你的一聲呼喚，一絲體貼足夠。下課了，老師疲憊不堪地坐在講臺上，同學們，你可以輕輕地走過去，為老師捶捶背揉揉肩；放學后，當你發(fā)現(xiàn)老師還坐在辦公室為我們一絲不茍地批改作業(yè)時，同學們，你可以悄悄地為老師倒上一杯溫水；課間，你發(fā)現(xiàn)教室里有廢紙屑，同學們，你可以順手撿起來，為老師打造一個整潔的教學環(huán)境；節(jié)日里，同學們，你可以為老師獻上一支花、一張賀卡，那是對老師永遠的祝福……

　　對老師的感恩是要回報社會的。老師，您嘔心瀝血、兢兢業(yè)業(yè)、默默無聞奉獻著光和熱。在這平淡卻不平凡的崗位上，您不僅教給我們知識，更重要的是，還教育我們怎樣做人。“十年栽樹，百年育人”，做一個對社會、對國家、對民族有用的人，那才是對老師最好的報答。

　　同學們，讓我們共同祝愿天下所有老師永遠幸福快樂！