初三写人作文：心系师恩_700字( The third grade of junior high school_ 700
Silent night, only accompanied by moonlight, light against the window, window sill seems to be plated with silver, stretched out a slender hand, little silver light sprinkled on the hand. Eyes fell out of the window, the moon dressed in silver gauze, gentle and elegant, noble and generous. Her face, like a white jade carved face, leaves a soft smile through the sweet scented osmanthus, and spreads fragrance. I think of my teachers. They are like the bright moon. They add radiance to our stars and lead us forward.
Since ancient times, there have been countless people praising teachers. For example, people use Li Shangyin's famous sentence "silkworms die, and wax torches become ashes, and tears begin to dry" to praise teachers' selfless dedication. There are also "Ode to red candle", "Candlelight" and other chapters praising the teacher. However, I deeply feel that teachers are far more eternal than candles, illuminating others, but also sublimating themselves; Even if the teacher is said to be a silkworm, it will not be the end of life after spitting silk, because the next generation of silkworm, the next generation... Will pass on the knowledge forever. This kind of "silk" will never spit out one day, isn't it a long picture?
We love teachers not only because of their spirit, but also because of their hard work. The stars at night are beautiful, the teaching building at night is quiet, but where does the light come from? It's you. It's you. In the quiet office, there was only the rustle of the pen tip across the white paper, and the words flashed tired. You haven't closed your eyes for several days. Your eyes are black. How can we make you do so much for us? Are you still busy for our monthly exam? Why do you still refuse to give up? Mingming has failed so many times... Since you became our head teacher, you are more and more busy, how many dawn, accompanied by the dawn; How many dusk, stepping on the sunset.