Teacher's Day Sixth Grade Composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my composition for Teacher's Day in Grade Six. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

On the morning of September 10, our class sat in the classroom to discuss what gifts to give on Teachers' Day.

The students read the words on the blackboard carefully. "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " This is written by fourteen students in our class. Teachers have training from the fourth grade to our sixth grade. Every teacher loves and educates us like a mother. Very hard! But we know that it is useless to say "Teacher, you have worked hard", and you can only express it with your own actions.

At this time, a familiar figure-teacher came in the corridor. We immediately said to ourselves, "3. 2。 1。 "At this time, our whole class stood up and said in unison," Teacher, you have worked hard! " "This voice is magnificent and powerful, using a sentence in our hearts. After that, everyone handed in their homework and the teacher smiled from ear to ear. The teacher smiled and said, "This is the first time I have seen you hand in your homework. This is the best teacher's day gift you gave me! " "

After the teacher finished singing, the monitor stood up and sang the beginning of Grateful Heart. We finished the song with the audience. This is what the teacher never expected. At this time, the teacher dropped a small crystal tear. She walked off the platform and gave us a warm hug. ......

Finally, our whole class stood up and said, "Teacher, I love you!" " You don't know how to correct our homework day and night. You are angry with us in class and with our son at home. We feel sorry for you! You work hard, really hard! Finally, we send you a word, teacher! Trust us! We won't let you down! "This is a touching scene that happened on our Teachers' Day.

Teacher's Day Sixth Grade Composition 2 "Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, I will cherish the same ..." This song made me understand: Always have a grateful heart and learn to be grateful. This reminds me of my meticulous education and care, which made me grow from a babbling child to a juvenile primary school head teacher-Mr. Wang.

Thank you for your all-round concern for me. That time, when I was in class in summer, I suddenly felt my ears hurt and frowned. Careful teacher Wang found out and asked me what was going on. You are anxious to call my mother at once. Due to timely treatment, my otitis media soon recovered. Another time, I just returned to the classroom after playing basketball in the playground, sweating profusely. I swallowed water in one gulp and blew it directly under the electric fan. Teacher Wang saw it and said to me kindly, "Gu Jingjing, drinking a lot of water just after exercise and blowing it directly at the electric fan is not good for your health. Dry the sweat first. " Say, take out a pack of napkins and pass it to me. I picked up my napkin, and a warm current came to my mind. ...

Thanksgiving teacher, thank you for giving us every lesson. Your class is lively, interesting and fascinating. In order to deepen our understanding of the text materials, you often give examples and ask heuristic questions, which gives us a good classroom atmosphere, so that we can listen to your lectures with great interest and speak enthusiastically and attentively. Is it inefficient to attend classes like this?

Grateful teacher, thank you for your hard work for our study. Although you are a senior, things in grade occupy most of your time. However, you are not at all relaxed about our study.

Teacher, I sincerely thank you!

Some people say that bloom has a voice, but the years are silent. In a trance, my six-year primary school life will say goodbye to me. Will we feel a little sad when we face our classmates who live together day and night? When we think of our teachers who have worked so hard to educate us, will there be a feeling of gratitude in our hearts?

Teacher, I want to say too much to you. At the thought of here, a feeling of attachment can't help but come to mind. Is this what people say, just frowning but taking it to heart? Teacher, first of all, I want to thank you for your selfless and hard education. Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is about to draw a perfect full stop. At this time, in the face of classmates who get along with each other day and night, in the face of amiable teachers, a feeling of nostalgia can not help but come to mind. There are thousands of words to say and endless love to express.

For six years, we have been inseparable from the teacher's sight in our alma mater. There are countless students who are "teachers for a day and fathers for life", but the teacher's love for me is unique. It has both mother's tenderness and father's sternness. In these six years, the teacher dedicated himself to us in obscurity and worked tirelessly to correct our homework. When we encounter difficulties in our study, she becomes a person who gives us immediate answers.

There are too many people and things worth remembering in my alma mater. I just want to say to you here: "You will always live in my heart, and I will always love you."

On the eve of Teachers' Day, I will carefully prepare teachers' day gifts for hard-working teachers. Note that this is all my own creativity and hand-made! I didn't buy it!

When I was in the first grade, I folded beautiful paper flowers with colored handmade paper and posted them on the New Year card, writing a blessing. The teacher praised their creativity. In the second grade, I made a lot of bookmarks for my teacher, hoping that the teacher would think of me every time he read a book and prepared lessons. In the third grade, I gave my teacher some paper mice, because that year was the year of the rat; In the fourth grade, I folded some small boxes with colored paper and gave them to my teacher. The teacher immediately put in the little things about preparing lessons and teaching, and my heart flew for several days. In the fifth grade, I wrapped several dolls with wool, including football dolls, soldier dolls and magician dolls. I also made these twisted dolls into key chains, which teachers can use every day. When the teacher received the gift, he asked, "How much did you spend on this doll?" I proudly replied: "No money! This is all done by myself. " Secretly tell you a little secret. Found that the gift for the teacher in grade one is still on the teacher's desk! !

It's Teacher's Day again, and I'm about to enter the sixth grade. Teachers will be more busy for our growth. What should I do for the teacher this Teacher's Day? I tell you in secret: I want all the children to use their own hands and wisdom to add icing on the cake to this year's Teacher's Day.

Today, I came to class on time. Like my classmates, my face is full of happy smiles. Why are we so happy? Hey, tell you, today, in order to celebrate Teacher's Day, the teacher held a food sharing meeting in the class. Let's celebrate the teachers with carefully prepared food!

In the first class, the teacher asked us to set the tables and chairs for the group to distribute. After that, we began to be busy. The team leader Xu put disposable tablecloths, food containers and other tableware on the table like magic. Then, she looked at the things on the table and lost in thought. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she waved and began to make a platter for us. I saw that she put jiaozi, wonton and other pasta into a larger container, and put tortillas and biscuits into a flat plate. With teacher Lin's reminding and help, we decorated the cereal cakes in plastic trays and put these containers together to become exquisite food.

After handing in our group's platter, we put on disposable gloves and took tableware to other groups to "go through the door". Haha, other groups are also very lively. Look over there, several male students rudely attacked all kinds of meat and snacks, which soon made a mess; Looking over there again, several girls changed their quiet appearance and completely threw their own image outside the cloud nine. When they see their favorite food, they will grab it directly with their hands. The team leader is rich, too, and gives them a hand to eat by themselves.

The food in other groups is also amazing. There are convenient and fast cooked food, pleasing snacks, colorful sushi and welcome meat ... no wonder students are scrambling to "grab food"

Today's food party, we had a happy holiday with all the teachers, and learned to cooperate and share, killing two birds with one stone, which is really good!

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 admire you so much. 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.

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

On the way back yesterday, Xiao Stinky said that their teacher had a hoarse voice and wanted to give him some throat lozenges. After dinner, Xiao Chou, who has always been too lazy to go out, is willing to go downstairs and buy throat lozenges for his teacher!

I was a little surprised when I received a text message from my teacher this morning. I don't know what needs the teacher to send a message so suddenly. After opening it, I remembered that that smelly boy should give the throat lozenge to the teacher. The teacher's message is to thank me for "teaching such a great baby". I am very happy and a little lost.

I remember last night, after I bought throat lozenges, my father and I were still discussing that Chou Xiao wanted to buy throat lozenges for his teacher. I was deeply moved. The little guy paid attention to the teacher's voice, but did not find that his mother's voice had been hoarse for a long time. Even as we spoke, Chou Xiao seemed quite surprised and asked, "Are you hoarse, too?"

The most easily overlooked thing is probably always the person or thing closest to you. Mom and dad are close at hand, all the time, every minute, no need to pay deliberately; And teachers, or anyone else, can't always wait there. If they are not careful, they may leave. No wonder they need more time and energy to care and pay attention.

But I was still moved by the care and love of Xiao Stinky. I am glad to see that he knows how to care about people around him, even if it is not me.

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. However, my primary school life is gone forever. Every time I think about the care and cultivation of teachers over the past six years, I can't help thinking a lot.

Dear teacher, you are like a selfless candle. I can grow from an illiterate child to a primary school graduate because you taught me knowledge without reservation. You burn yourself and light our way forward; You burn yourself and light up our confused future; You burn yourself and lead us to the other side of success. When we are struggling for our next dream at the peak of our ideal, you are like an ordinary ferryman, still quietly ferrying in the four monsoon rains until the years are vicissitudes and your hair is gray.

Dear teacher, you are like a diligent gardener. You always take pains to nourish and cultivate us, the flowers of our motherland; For the bad branches that grow on us, you decisively cut them off, so that we can thrive in a healthy environment. When our branches are above your head, you don't enjoy the cool under the tree, but the flowers under the tree still remember you, remember the four seasons you have passed, and remember your tireless figure. When bloom is warm in spring, the flowers will stretch beautifully, and the mountains and rivers will stop to repay the four seasons.

Dear teacher, you are like a boat, carrying us through the wind and waves in the ocean and going forward bravely; Dear teacher, you are like a bright moon in the night sky, driving away darkness and bringing light; Dear teacher, you are like a piece of yellow mud, nourishing the fragile grass without regrets, year after year, day after day, until full of green and bloom are full of mountains.

Dear teacher, I will enter middle school with your teaching and dreams. At this moment, I sincerely say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard! Thank you teacher! Goodbye, teacher!

On the journey of life, you have enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and ignited the light of expectation for me. Thank you, my English teacher Zheng!

Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for making me a confident person, someone who can surpass myself. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and it is a key to our arrival from the unknown. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!

Thank you.-Mr. Zheng, you are someone we can always trust. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.

Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts, taught us, studied and imagined, and you did this for us! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.

Thank you for never laughing at us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if the result is so insignificant, you always let us know that you have seen our achievements. You let us know that life can be as thin as paper, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sky, and we must make our own choices. Every problem, discovery and experience that you lead us through fascinates us and makes us see the flicker of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Finally, I wish you a happy Teacher's Day again!

Teacher's Day Sixth Grade Composition 10 The annual Teacher's Day has arrived, which is the last Teacher's Day in my primary school career. On this special day, I want to write a beautiful article with the words, phrases and sentences that my teacher taught me to write, and dedicate it to my respected teacher, especially my favorite teacher, Wang Tao.

Five years ago, I was a young and ignorant child. But today, he has become a teenager with cultural knowledge and moral concepts. In recent years, it is the hard work of teachers and the gardener-like watering that makes me gain knowledge. In every exercise book, my heart is full of the teacher's bright smile. My parents gave me life and you gave me knowledge. On this special day, I miss my teachers, especially Miss Wang Tao.

Teacher Wang Tao teaches me Chinese in the third grade. His humorous words and fluent writing have always remained in my heart. His class is lively and humorous, which makes students smile every time. It also made me realize the fun of learning. Teacher Wang Tao is not only humorous, but also listens carefully to other people's opinions. I remember once when he was talking about a topic, one of his answers was not very accurate. After a classmate gave him the correct answer, he not only listened carefully, but also praised the classmate. The past came to me like a movie replay. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I am in the sixth grade, but the figure of teacher Wang Tao has always appeared in my heart. Maybe I'm not Mr. Wang's best student, but in my heart, he is my most respected teacher.

Teacher, my respected teacher; On Teacher's Day next year, I will leave the school where I studied for six years and the teacher who taught me for six years. However, a few years later, decades later, I succeeded. I will go back to my alma mater with a certificate and a gold cup to visit my respected teacher.

Early in the morning, when I walk into the familiar campus, every passing classmate will kindly say, "Hello, teacher!" " "What the hell is going on? I looked down at myself carefully and found that I had become a teacher!

I was surprised to walk into the classroom, and the noisy noise disappeared immediately. It was as quiet as if you could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. Did I really become a teacher? This is what I've always dreamed of. Today, I want to play the teacher down a peg or two!

The first class will begin soon. I went to the podium and didn't know what to say, so I asked my classmates to do the papers. Everybody hand it in one after another, and I'm correcting it. The class is finally over, and the students' papers are finally approved. I shook my tired and sour hands and sighed, "Alas, this is how the teacher approves our homework every day."

Ten minutes before class, I thought I could have a good rest, but one of my classmates came breathlessly and told me that there was a fight! I hurried to the playground and saw two children in the class. You punched and kicked me like a bee. I had a hard time pulling them away and criticizing and educating them not to fight. It is wrong to do so. Alas, I am very tired at this time, but I still have to give a lecture. Really helpless!

I want to change back! I want to change back!

"Big slacker, it's time to get up!" Mom shouted in my ear, and I slowly opened my eyes. So this is a dream! Dream, though short-lived, makes me realize that it is not easy to be a teacher. In fact, our teachers pay more than that every day! Dear teacher, please let me say sincerely: you have worked hard! Happy Teachers' Day!

Teachers' Day Sixth Grade Composition 12 September 10 is Teachers' Day. This morning, all the students in Class 5 (6) decided to give the teacher a surprise.

At noon, we all came to the classroom early. After some discussion, everyone unanimously recommended Cai Luze, an excellent painter, to paint on the blackboard and write a congratulatory message after writing a good calligraphy. "Thank you, teacher!" Then Yuan Yibo wrote a eulogy to the teacher. All three of them did it seriously, and we were all satisfied after reading it. We just feel that the classroom is empty and the festive atmosphere is not strong enough. At this time, Mao Jinyu saw some window ribbons in the classroom next door. He was so envious that he immediately bought it with the Liu Qu canteen. Unfortunately, the ribbons have been sold out. They only bought two cans of glue spray and five balloons. So everyone began to hang colorful balloons under the lampshade, and there were some holiday decorations and furnishings in the classroom. However, we can't spray glue until the teacher walks into the classroom. I don't know how the effect is, but we can't help feeling a little excited and worried.

Finally, when Mr. Shen came into the classroom. We applauded warmly at first, and then Mao Jinyu and Gu sprayed hard with plastic spray cans. There was a joyful "glue spray rain" in the classroom, and the students were so excited that they rushed to express their holiday wishes to the teachers. Teacher Shen was very surprised by the sudden blessing. We were all very happy to see the smile on her face.

Dear teacher Liu, thank you for your motherly teaching over the past year. Let me gradually move from ignorance to maturity. When I fell, you taught me how to stand up; When I failed, you taught me how to learn lessons; When I was proud, you also taught me how to keep my feet on the ground ... how unforgettable these little things are in retrospect!

Once in the final exam, I won the honor of "Four Good Teenagers" and was extremely happy. It is your hard teaching that has made me achieve such good results, and I sincerely thank you. But since I got four good teenagers, I have been proud and impetuous for a long time. I often can't concentrate in class. It is your eyes that suggest again and again that I should not be absent-minded in class. You asked me to answer questions and concentrate on class. Slowly, I began to correct my learning attitude, stopped being distracted in class and learned to study hard step by step.

These are all a small part of your love for me, and you can't teach them all in a few words. People say that teachers are engineers of the human soul; The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.

Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.

The teacher is a diligent gardener in the garden. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.

Thank you, my teacher, you are the sun in our students' eyes! Thank you again for your careful teaching. I will study harder, strive for the best results, and never live up to your hopes for me.

Teacher's Day Sixth Grade Composition 14 Friday, a day that most students are looking forward to. Why? Because Friday is the rest day, you can play.

On Friday, many things happened on this day, so I picked the most interesting ones and wrote them down.

When I got up for class this morning, Wang Chang pulled me and asked me to design the blackboard. I said what blackboard to design. The blackboard on Teachers' Day. I hurried to design. After the design was finished, we all hid behind the classroom. Chen Siyu calls Mr. Che and Mr. Yao. We rushed from behind and shouted "Happy Teachers' Day" with one voice. A burst of thunderous applause sounded. Teacher Zhu passed by our class and saw how busy it was. He came in and took some photos for us.

We also sent flowers to the teachers, some to Mr Che and some to Mr Yao.

From the bottom of my heart, although Mr. Yao is a new student in our class, he knows that our class is very poor. He treats everyone of us very seriously and carefully. I'm glad Mr. Yao joined us, became one of us and walked with us.

I think it's the last year. No matter which teacher wants us to get into a good middle school, so let Mr. Yao, Mr. Che and Mr. Guo accompany us through the last year of our primary school career.

Teachers' Day Sixth Grade Composition 15 has become a traditional festival in China Teachers' Day. In everyone's heart, teachers have become sacred figures and cannot be separated from them. As a student, I was born with a heart.

I remember that in the fifth grade of primary school, she was the most unforgettable teacher who taught me.

That was when I was in the fifth grade. She had a class in the first class. The moment she walked in, I had a close feeling with her. It seems that we met 500 years ago. It is because she teaches English that I like English, so I have a good impression on her class.

I failed in the English exam and everyone laughed at me. They point fingers and talk to Kan Kan. Timesharing is always so bad. On the way home, there was a breeze. I think the cold weather makes people feel cold. The flowers beside me are swaying in the wind. I think it's sarcasm. I think my classmates' flowers are ironic. Everything is so unfortunate.

At this time, the teacher gave me a blooming plum blossom. That smell makes people feel very comfortable. I didn't know what the teacher meant at first, but then I remembered an article about plum blossoms. It suddenly dawned on me that teachers should stand up to storms and setbacks like plum blossoms.

When I am helpless, she always helps me, gives me encouragement and makes me full of confidence. If I hadn't met her, maybe I was a self-motivated person. Live in sorrow forever. Yes, the teacher is a hard gardener, caring for these young trees with his every move every day. When small trees grow into towering trees, our teachers will grow old, too. They are such people, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Yes, their great spirit, who can compete with it?

Yes, no one can match it. Tomorrow is Teacher's Day. Here I sincerely wish all teachers a happy holiday!