关于教师节的英语日记（三篇）

关于教师节的英语日记（三篇） I grew up after I became you, only to know that piece of blackboard, write the truth, wipe is utilitarian.When I grew up I became you, know that chalk, draw the rainbow, sprinkle Under the tears . . This song tells us the voice at this time - a few days after the seventeenth Teachers Day, we want to do something for the teacher. With the gratitude of the teacher, we with the excitement of the heart carefully produced greeting cards, I would like to say to the teacher： teacher, you like a hard gardener, with knowledge of watering our petite flowers. Six years, we only from the petite flowers into the sun in the strong flowers, these are your credit. I thought of the teacher, to speed up the speed, in the speak their minds, this section wrote： I wish you in the days like a sponge baby as happy, like the sheep as cute, as optimistic as the gray wolf, like a small magic fairy Energetic! Finished the greeting card I am eager to send it to the chapter teacher, and Jiang Yuxin go with. Down the stairs, I heard the first grade freshman in reading： 1 + 1 = 2 . . my heart and thrown bursts of ripples. Although the teacher is not our class teacher, nor from the first grade began to take us, but we are concerned about, and Xu together with us to deal with a lot of trivia. These things have long been beyond the scope of a math teacher. I walked and walked up and came to her office. I am shyly out of the greeting card, said： I wish the teacher happy holiday! Zhang teacher surprised me surprised, she kept asking me how I recently, so I was flattered. I quietly quit the office, my mind still emerge with the chapter cheerful face, I will smile . . This teacher section, although I only sent a small greeting card, but it carries our deep affection for the teacher.【篇二】Some people say that the teacher is a candle, burned himself, lit someone else. Some people say that the teacher is an encyclopedia, no matter how difficult the problem she can answer one by one. Some people say that the teacher is an endless sea, we are the boat, in the knowledge of the ocean travel, and I think the teacher is hard work gardener, the moment kept nurturing the flowers of our motherland until the flowers Emitting a rich, charming flowers. Teacher, I want to say to you： because of you, our sky more sunny, because of you, our dream is more beautiful, because of you, our . . Teacher, I want to say to you： is that you gave me the confidence of learning, you gave me the courage to live, you gave me the courage to work hard, is that you gave me a good future hope. Teacher, I would like to say to you： you are for me to open the wisdom of the stepping stone, you are my lucky door to open the golden key, you are playing the music of the conductor. Teacher, I would like to say thank you, in the past year, you not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also educate my life truth. I often think： you that a root of white hair is chalk dyed it? Did the wrinkles on your forehead be painted in one hand? Is you, for me to open the door to the treasures of literature, you let me set a very confident, you are a knowledgeable, amiable, good at working with the children good teacher! I really want to say to you： Thank you, Liu teacher!【篇三】On the occasion of Teacher s Day approaching, Mr Leong, I want to say to you, Teacher! Happy! Whenever I came to the sea stone flower writing school, I always again and again to see you look at the blackboard on the blackboard, it is not tall and bad figure in the blackboard constantly jumping. Although you have not taught me how long, but I will always think of the first time to sea stone that day . . that day, although I have tutoring here, every time a new teacher class, I always unknowingly nervous The I pushed the door of the classroom with the hand of my sweat. I saw you coming early. Your middle of the child, a long hair on the shoulders. You smiled at me. what! How smiled is so gentle, how quiet. I seem to eat a reassurance, feel the body relaxed . . Another time, that is, the first time I received your composition, I just made the composition into the bag, I thought： my writing in the end how many points, is not very low? My heart pounding, with a trembling hand out of composition. Saw a row of red modified symbols appear in front： wrong words out, good sentences painted with broken lines, the extra words to draw a red tail . . that moment, I moved! You are so meticulous, it is not a simple punctuation! It