我的老师英语演讲稿（通用14篇）
Dear:
She has a sweet very patient and never gets angry or yells.
She encourages compliments my makes me feel special all the class is do many different never feel tired or bored.
Shes charming and an expert for answers every question we ask.
She demands a gives lots of we always work hard to please little things make her smile warms my simple praise is music to my ears.
Shes a good very fair to everyone.
She brightens up my never forget remember her forever.
Dear judges, teachers and dear students：
Hello everyone! I am a 2nd grade student in the third grade of center-. Today, the topic of my speech is "Thank you, my teacher".
Three-foot podium, three-inch tongue, three thousand peach plums, three-inch pen. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, 100,000 beams, ten years of rain. Teacher, you are a gardener, watering the seedlings in the hundred gardens with wisdom, love and sweat; teacher, you are a candle, illuminating others, but burned yourself; teacher, you are a spring silkworm, life is endless, dedication ; Teacher, you are a human ladder, obscurity, no return. Despite being poor, he loves the future of the motherland, and the hearts of the students...
This is the peoples recognition of the noble profession of teachers. However, I think that no matter how magnificent the title is, no matter how honorable it is, it cant praise the teachers outstanding personality and noble sentiment. In my young mind, the teacher is both a kind mother and a strict father.
Teacher , do you remember? In the second grade, in order to be able to e to the school to tutor us as soon as possible, you bought a motorcycle. But unfortunately you had an aident while riding your bike and your right hand was broken into a fracture. I remembered your very painful face that day. The doctors uncle asked you to be hospitalized for fear of leaving sequelae. But you have been thinking about us and left the hospital quietly after only staying in the hospital for a day. When your right hand was wrapped in bandages and stood haggard on the podium, our class was stunned. When you explain us every knowledge point in detail with a hoarse voice, and use your left hand to write every knowledge point on the blackboard on the blackboard, we see your tears hidden in the corners of your eyes..., teacher, you know ? Whenever that happens, my unsatisfactory tears will always flow out. From you, we know what is called responsibility.
Teacher, you are also a mother. Although your son has gone to high school, he often needs your care and care. But we never saw you absent from school to visit him. What we are seeing is your eyes and tired figure that are red because of lesson preparation and corrective work. What you hear is your slightly hoarse but still funny language. We know that as a mother, how can you not remember your son? However, you chose to stick to it, and let us understand what is called dedication.
Respected teacher, without the hard work of spring, where is the harvest in autumn? what! Teacher, hard-working gardener, may you be the messenger forever, and let the warm sunshine flood the world. what! Teacher, engineer of human soul, who would not praise you!
Teacher, you have dedicated all your love to us, how can you tell us how to return it? Let us shout from the heart: Thank you, my teacher! Thank you for your teaching, thank you for your guidance... Please aept the most sincere blessings from our hearts: May you, Tao Li Man Tian, be happy forever!
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Two secondary school teachers I remember show how different people can be though engaged in the same profession.
Mrs. Wang, my philosophy teacher, sent us to sleep less than ten minutes when she started talking in class. When a head nodded, she would point at the dozing student and made threatening remarks. She said that she was bored teaching us. Some students in her eyes had no desire to learn. But the other teacher Mr. Li always had bright eyes in a smiling face and encouraging words which showed that he loved Chinese history he was teaching and wanted us to love it too.
When it came to their attitudes to their students, they were different too. After Mrs. Wang finished her day’s lessens she felt that she had finished her job. Once when I asked her a question outside class about a term, she continued with preparation to leave and said that I could bring my question to class next week. Before I knew it she had put her keys into her handbag and walked out of the door. In the history class, however, a question even after the bell would still be given attention to by Mr. Li. He would rush to the board in a last minute attempt to clear up. Often he was seen with a number of students standing outside the classroom, discussing the day’s assignment.
Their methods of teaching were not like as well. Mrs. Wang stuck to the textbook and trained us how to memorize minute facts. However Mr. Li brought in films, maps, slides, tapes, anything that would help us learn. Once the whole class went to see the ’film Lin Zexu’ in order to better understand the history of the Opium War from 1840 to 1842.
Owing to these contrasts, I do not think I can forget either of my past teachers.
Dear leaders and teachers：
Hello everyone, the topic of my speech today is "My Teacher".
She has long, dark, beautiful hair, a pair of glasses on her nose, and a smile on her face.
She smiles very cute. When it is summer, she often puts on her hair, wears a long dress, and walks into the classroom smilingly with a puter, like a fairy.
In the past few years with her, I feel her kindness, tenderness and rigor. There was a time when I slept late at night, so I always dozed off during class. Not only did my homework efficiency bee lower, but also the auracy was very low. Looking at homework filled with red crosses, I didn’t even bother to ask.
One time after class, she called me to the office and looked at me and said, "Whats going on recently? When you were in class, you felt tired and didnt ask questions." I lowered my head and dared not look into her eyes. . He sighed and said, "Its not okay to go on like this. You see that you ran to ask me questions every day before. Now you cant see the shadow anymore, and you have done a lot of questions. Otherwise, try to take the time to ask If you don’t understand, ask me a few times. I’m always there, okay?” I looked up. He was looking at me with a shallow smile, and I felt a sudden warmth in my heart. She also said: "We work hard together." "Okay!" Her words were like the winter sun warming me.
This is my teacher. Can you guess who she is?
Dear:
My favourite teacher is Mr Smith. I think he is one of the best teachers in my study life.
He is about thirty-five years old, he is tall and strong. He teaches us English. He has taught English for more than ten years. He always teaches us patiently. He always encourages us when we meet diffiucts in our study life. He is very kind to us and he is also very strict with us in our studies. In my eyes, he is not only an English teacher, but also a good friend. I often tell him something about my thoughts.
He always use useful ways to make classes lively and interesting, so students all like his class very much. He is one of the most popular teachers in our school. He always receives a lot of cards on Teachers' Day. But he says, “The best present for me is you--students' hard work.”
I'm very lucky to have such a good teacher.
Dear:
Some people say, you like. Our little progress and a little bit of resultsall gather the sweat of your hard work. Do you like the ship, led us to the seaof knowledge. Do you like hard gardener, to spread the knowledge of the rainevery day, we are nourishing the young trees.
You, whether it is frustrated or happy, you will always be accompanied bythe light of our. Teacher, why are you for nothing? You needn't have stayed uplate into the night without holding the mark; the exhausted body to ussmile.
Teacher, you are a construction worker, we are brick, you use the sweat tobuild us a house. Teacher, although you have no earth shattering performance.However, you to our growth not gave up how many days off endured many sleeplessnights, as you are a candle, burning themselves, others lit, you in a lifetimeof effort to cultivate our these flowers, the teacher is human soulengineer!
Teacher I want to say to you: "dear teacher, I thank you! I am verygrateful to you to accompany us through this turning point in life, toilluminate the road ahead of us."
Dear:
Leaders with the academic preparation to solve mind-bending technological challenges. With the moral character to help society navigate times of blurringly fast change, in ways that are ethical, equitable, and humanistic. Most of all, with the inner strength to take on the burdens of high responsibility, and the heat, envy, and hostility that comes with them, and deliver the positive change that human progress requires.
You showed the quality of grit before you arrived here. That’s why we admitted you. I hope that your days here, with a faculty that pushed and stretched you, and classmates like Jordan and Seon to inspire you, built your reserves of resilience.
Dear teachers：
Mr Shao taught me English when I was in Senior the bald head and hunchback, the fifty or some man distinguished himself from his counterparts in many ways.
He was so addicted to tobacco that he couldn`t even skip acigarette in the corridor at the interval between two classes. Due to the long time consumption of cigarettes, his teeth had gone totally bad and occasionally let off unpleasant smell which really disturbed us when we were talking to him. At times, he came to recognize it and consequently found out a solution. He suggested we write down our problems and he answer them in the written form. Although I knew all along that he was a careful man, his quotations of five different dictionaries on a single multiple choice problem was still beyond my wildest dream.
What`s more, none of us could imagine how excellent his ancient Chinese literature was. What he tended to do in his class was to recite several segments of the famous ancient prose and then put them into English. However, under the pressure of College Entrance Exam, the students didn`t seem to be so interested in his performance. Therefore, he tried to stimulate the class by editions of Times as prizes for answering questions. It worked on us instantly.
On the day of the entrance exam, he waited nervously with us out of the examination room. He kept reminding us not to drink water in case that we would feel like going to toilet during the exam. Not withstanding his constant claims that we students were far less important than his beloved daughter, we did feel his devotion to us.
Ladies and gentlemen,
How time flies! Two years have passed since Mrs Brown came to our school to teach English in September,20__. Now shes completed her work successfully and will leave for home tomorrow.Mrs Brown is very strict with us.Shes very patient and never tired of helping us in our studies.Her teaching is so lively and interesting that we can easily remember what she teaches us.We all like to attend her lectures.
Now I will,on behalf of all the students,express our gratitude to Mrs Brown for her remarkable work.We wish her a pleasant journey and good health.
Dear:
同志们：
My high school headteacher teaches my English. He is handsome. And he is very thin for hardwork. He is about forty years old. He looks serious. But in fact, he is kind, nice and warmhearted.
我的高中班主任教我们英语。他很帅气。因为工作辛苦，所以他很瘦。大概40岁左右。他看起来很严肃，但实际上他是很友好、善良、热心肠的
On the one hand, he is serious on study. Whoever doesn’t finish the homework or cheat in the exam, he will punish him or her badly. Sometimes he will let those students do doble homework or have another exam. Sometimes he will ask those students write reports on that behavior. But when teaching us in class, he is so patient. It’s the same when asking him questions. On the other hand, he will play with us after class. Meanwhile, if anyone has any difficuty in study or daily life, he will give a hand without hesitation.
一方面，他在学习上是很严格的。不管是谁没完成作业或者在考试中作弊他都会重重是惩罚他或她。有时候他会让他们做双倍的家庭作业或者重新再参加过另一个考试。有时候他会让他们对自己的行为写报告。但是，在课堂上教我们的时候他是很有耐心的。我们向他请教问题的时候也是一样的'。另一方面，在课后他会和我们一起玩。同时，如果我们任何人有任何关于学习或者日常生活上的困难，他都会毫不犹豫的伸出援手
All in all, we love our headteacher, though sometimes he is serious. We like his responsibility. We also appreciate his spirit to work for students heart and soul.
总之，虽然有时候他很严肃，但是我们爱我们的班主任。我们喜欢他的责任心。我们也欣赏他为了学生全心全意工作的精神。
Dear:
Maybe this is all revelatory at Harvard. But in our part of the country, it’s not news. The slogan of the Whiteland (Indiana) High School Class of 1930 was "Grit Wins." It could be a slogan at Purdue every year. I’m tempted to call Roget’s Thesaurus and let them know the antonym of "snowflake" is "Boilermaker."
Just as physical strength is built through hard exercise, emotional fortitude is enhanced by adversity and conflict. Every great achievement requires a confrontation with stress, a conquest of fear. Our engineers know, there is no traction without friction. Wilbur Wright, father of the aviation world Purdue now leads, wrote, "No bird soars in a calm." Your strength of intellect and character will give you opportunities to lead, but it will be your strength of purpose, your resilience, your grit that will enable you to lead successfully, and by your example, to give new heart and strength to those around you.
There’s one sure way to minimize stress and difficulty in life: attempt nothing that’s bold, challenge nothing that’s wrong, risk nothing that’s dangerous. Those endeavors always bring disappointment, frustration, criticism, setbacks. But they also are the source of the achievements that make life fulfilling, and the even greater grit that will get you ready for the next challenge.
From opposite ends of life’s continuum, and I offer you two closing examples of the qualities I hope you have built here at this institution. Both stories involve Purdue students even younger than you are today.
Dear:
Tomorrow is teachers' day, I carefully to have taught me the sun for a gift. Know? In all the teachers, my impression of the sun.
From the three grade begins, the teacher teaches us maths. Although the sun teacher of humor, cheerful, but I fear she is from the heart, who call I usually not good at mathematics. Remember class-break setting-up exercise time, sun teacher told the class went downstairs to exercise. I was about to slip away from the teacher, did not expect the sun teacher saw me, her mouth to call me. No, I just go over. I was walking and Thinking: what went wrong in the end? Should not ah. Is it right? Did not pass the math test? Oh! I go forward. Unexpectedly, a past, is Mr. Sun told me cheerfully said: "Ji Kexin, teachers give you some clothes?" This is the original, I breathe a sigh of relief, nodded. I took the teacher gave me clothes back, the other students see, is very envious endless. I watched all the envious eyes, my heart warm. From then on, I like the sun, also fell in love with her lessons, learning has made great progress. Whenever I get good grades, I was always the teacher sun filled with gratitude.
A year ago, I study in sun care, care, growth in the sun with love woven into the warm cradle, how happy I am. Mr. Sun, I will thank you forever!
Dear:
Last December, we said goodbye to a great man. A great man, but a typical Boilermaker. In his 94 years, Fred Fehsenfeld built a series of businesses that employed and enriched thousands of people around Indiana and the world. A model for what we now call lifelong learning, he was always on top of the latest technology, always conceiving large new projects and looking far into a future he could not possibly live to see. And modest about his achievements every step of the way.
He almost didn’t get the chance to do any of that. On his 18th birthday, in 1942, he left his freshman dorm room in Cary Hall and enlisted in the Army. He flew 86 missions over Europe with a storied unit in which almost half his fellow pilots were killed in action.
In an oral history of his experiences, Fred told of his first close-air dogfight combat. He was low to the ground, with bullets everywhere, and death perhaps an instant away. The interviewer asked, "What were you thinking at a moment like that?" Fred answered, "I was thinking, I finally got a chance to make some German pay for yanking me out of Purdue University." He survived the war, came back, still younger than most of you, to finish his M.E. degree and lead a life of e
Dear:
My teacher is very beautiful, a piece of melon seeds face with a pair ofwatery big eyes, a pointed nose below a cherry small mouth. When the teacherwill be on a comb her long wavy hair, behind like opened a large and beautifulflower, scattered down and becomes a shawl, this is my teacher li. Miss li likemother kindly at ordinary times, I like her very much.
My teacher is very like me, for a long time, I on duty in the monitor ofthe class, I am very proud. When I meet with difficulties, the teacher willextend a hand of the gentle, help me to solve problem, teach me how to get alongwith classmates, how to solve some petty things in class, the teacher's carefulhelp, I slowly grow up.
On one occasion, the teacher give us homework dictation is family, becauseI don't have a dictation, hand in your homework on the second day, I have nohomework, also didn't tell the teacher. I know I'm wrong, but I don't have thecourage to admit your mistakes. The bell rang, the teacher came into theclassroom. My heart pounding incessantly, like a rabbit, I always low head,didn't look at the teacher. The teacher began to check my dictation, my heart isbeating more severe, the teacher call to: "KuiRenJie", I slowly walked to thefront of the teacher, is afraid of the teacher in the class criticized me, veryregret in my heart, if there's a rift in the classroom, I'll go into, hide. Imove to the front of the teacher step by step, the face rises very red,whispered: "I... I didn't write the teacher." Will I always thought the teachersternly criticized me, but the teacher did not do that, but rather patientlysaid to me: "hereafter have what matter all want to advance with the teacher toexplain, don't wait for the teacher found out again, so you will be veryembarrassing, reduce the credibility in front of the students." The teacher'swords and earnest, deeply printed in my heart. Every time I am determined tocomplete the teacher leave homework seriously, get rid of the bad habit.
My teacher is lighted up with flashes of holy in my heart, in my heartplanted the seeds of love.