Everyone has his own dream. I want to be a good doctor in the future. The reason is that some doctors saved my life after I was badly hurt in a traffic accident. I was deeply impressed by their medical skils and greatly moved by their care for me. From then on, to be a doctor in the future has always been my dream.
Our dreams can’t be realized unless we make all our efforts. Therefore, the first thing I will do is to remember what my dream is. I won’t let it leave my mind, because it will help me to keep trying and fighting for what I want. What’s more, I will do my best to increase my knowledge and improve my abilities to prepare myself for an excellent doctor. Last but not least, I will never give up. Though there may be difficulties on the road to my dream, I will always feel confident and work hard.
Recently we did a survey in our class in order to learn about students’ ideal jobs. Here’s a report about my group members’ ideas。
Mary wants to be a fashion designer because she likes beautiful clothes and is good at drawing. Kate wants to be a gardener, she lives plants, and she wants to make the cities better. Mike would like to be a writer. He’d like to share his wonderful stories with others. Tom would like to be a cook. He’d like to cook delicious food for others. I would like to be a policeman. I want to protect the people safe。
Hopefully everyone can realize their dreams in the future。
九月金秋,教师佳节,心潮翻涌,往事如梭。多少年风风雨雨,多少载日日月月,多少寻寻觅觅,多少回曲曲折折。总会想起力量之源泉,总会感念智慧之星火,总会吟唱礼赞教师之歌。
教师之业,神圣而悲壮。古人云,师者,传道授业解惑也。古往今来,凡步入教师之行业,就意味着燃烧自己、照亮别人之矢志求索!夏商周以降,多少塾庠序校之师,默默无闻,辛勤耕耘,培育亿万民族之脊梁,谱写中华文明千古之颂歌。悠悠历史,耿耿星河,凡出类拔萃、功勋卓着者必有良师,而其师者,或许为此无怨无悔付出毕生之心血。
教师之路,平凡而激情。春秋冬夏,三尺讲台十数书桌;斗转星移,校园教室简陋寒舍。同样之路返返复复,平凡之事岁月蹉跎。也有辛酸苦辣,也曾悲欢离合,也知世事冷暖,也食人间香火。面对童真,擦干泪水,让春风轻拂蓓蕾;登上讲坛,激扬文字,让智慧洒满希望田野。平凡之路,平凡之生活,每每洋溢着崇高,让人难以忘怀那激情之诉说。
教师之梦,美丽而淡泊。梦幻荣耀,梦幻超越,梦幻所依,方折射出心灵之高洁。教师之美丽梦幻,莫过于出于蓝而青于蓝,而后生贤达,恰是师者梦寐以求之寄托。或许师者,博古通今得以明志;或许师者,胸怀宽广志向高雅;或许教师之美丽梦幻,源于美丽而无私之职业。
回首往事兮景幻多,感念我师兮梦婆娑。
佳节欣逢兮追前溯,烛光旧影兮赋新。
Long, long ago, there were two brothers, the one rich and the other poor. When Christmas Eve came, the poor one had not a bite in the house, either of meat or bread; so he went to his brother, and begged him, in God's name, to give him something for Christmas Day. It was by no means the first time that the brother had been forced to give something to him, and he was not better pleased at being asked now than he generally was.
"If you will do what I ask you, you shall have a whole ham," said he. The poor one immediately thanked him, and promised this.
"Well, here is the ham, and now you must go straight to Dead Man's Hall," said the rich brother, throwing the ham to him.
"Well, I will do what I have promised," said the other, and he took the ham and set off. He went on and on for the livelong day, and at nightfall he came to a place where there was a bright light.
"I have no doubt this is the place," thought the man with the ham.
An old man with a long white beard was standing in the outhouse, chopping Yule logs.
"Good-evening," said the man with the ham.
"Good-evening to you. Where are you going at this late hour?" said the man.
"I am going to Dead Man's Hall, if only I am on the right track," answered the poor man.
"Oh! yes, you are right enough, for it is here," said the old man. "When you get inside they will all want to buy your ham, for they don't get much meat to eat there; but you must not sell it unless you can get the hand-mill which stands behind the door for it. When you come out again I will teach you how to stop the hand-mill, which is useful for almost everything."
So the man with the ham thanked the other for his good advice, and rapped at the door.
Life has its ups and downs, and only true friends always stay around. Like anyone else, I have got many friends. They often help me when I’m in trouble. Especially, when I fail in an examination, they always care for me and encourage me to study harder. Last year, when I was hurt in a basketball game, my friends took me to the nearby hospital at once and look after me by turns. In my eyes, friends are the most precious wealth that one should treasure all his life.
如果有一天,有人问你这样一个问题:“你认为世界上最伟大的职业是什么?”
“最伟大的职业是什么?是医生,是警察,还是明星……?”
也许正当你犹豫不决的时候,别人已经告诉了你答案“是老师。”
是呀,你想到了许多种职业,却唯独忘记了“老师”,不论是医生、明星、还是伟人,他们,都会有一位老师,没有老师的教诲,便没有他们的成就。
老师就是这样一种默默无闻的职业,她不求荣誉,富贵,也不求功名利禄,她只生们的成就。
一天又一天,一年又一年,一届有一届,她始终坚守在自己的岗位上。
古往今来,多少文学家,歌唱家,都在颂扬她的无私与奉献……
古有李商隐饱含热情,奋笔疾书而作“春蚕到死丝方尽,蜡炬成灰泪始干。”颂扬于老师。
今有宋祖英高昂歌唱《长大后我就成了你》赞美于老师。
法国作家雨果曾经说过:“花的事业是尊贵的,果实的事业是甜美的,让我们坐那叶的事业吧,因为叶的事业是平凡而谦逊的'。”
老师,您就是那叶,您从事着叶的事业,平凡而谦逊,但却是伟大的。
老师,您就是园丁,让花园里勃勃生机;老师,您就是春雨,滋润着一切,使“幼苗”健康成长;老师,您就是艄公,将一批又一批的渡者由此岸送到彼岸……
老师,您不是演员,但每次都能将课堂变为连续剧,让我们沉迷在其中;老师,您不是歌唱家,但下了课却还让我们回味无穷;老师,您不是super star,但您却比super star更有魅力,吸引着我们……
老师,您对我们的恩情报不完,老师,您的功利用一千零一夜也说不完……
老师,世界上任何功名、荣誉刻在木头上也会因木头的腐烂而渐渐消退;刻在木头上也会因风吹日晒而渐渐模糊;但是,老师,您的功名、荣誉,永远刻在了我们的心里,永不磨灭!
谢谢您老师,谢谢您无怨无悔的付出,我知道,我并不是一个好学生,也不是一个所有老师都喜欢的学生,也有许多缺点,但是,我一定会努力地去改正的,老师,为我加油好不好?!
谢谢您老师,谢谢对学生的爱。
今天是星期一,天气晴朗,阳光明媚。
小红走出家门,忽然想起今天是教师节。送什么礼物给老师呢?去礼品店买?不行,老师不希望我们着样做。送贺卡?也表达不了我的心意。到底送什么呢?她在心里打了一个大大的问号。
走着走着,看见路旁有不少野菊花.她眼前一亮,心里暗暗高兴:就是它了.她三步并作两步跑过去,小心翼翼地采着.一朵,两朵……
她捧着花继续向前走,不禁浮想联翩.记得那一次,自己因为生病而住进了医院.老师带着全体同学来看望,还给我买了一箱苹果.并对我说:"不用着急,安心养病,落下的课程我来给你补."从那以后,您果然天天来给我补课.一天,天气不好,还下起了雨来.我以为您不来了,可您还是来了,而且为了使我不着急,加快了脚步,摔了一跤,还把脚脖子扭了.当您给我补完课,一瘸一拐地下楼时,我不禁热泪盈眶.
她走到学校,把花分成两份,默默地在心里说:"老师,一束祝您身休健康,一束祝您节日快乐."她快步向办公室走去,见到办公室的门关着,便从窗子外面把花插到笔筒里.在那一瞬间,她发现老花镜上,台历上,地球仪上,墨水瓶上,似乎都闪动着老师那忙碌的身影,使她不禁想起了那双戴着老花镜的眼睛.
在回教室的路上,她想:老师,两束花并不贵重,但我送给您的不只这点,还有一颗真诚的心.
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