我的老师英语演讲稿 篇1
Dear:
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.
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇2
ladies and gentlemen,i have had a lot of teachers in my school who have given me much help in my study. for their help i will never forget them. but today i am going to talk about a special teacher of mine. this teacher is not a human being and its name is“computer”. it has been teaching me a lot of knowledge and i appreciate it very much.
how can i interact with a computer? there are many ways, including keyboard, mouse pointer, and touch screen. i often use a keyboard. when i press right keys, i can see and hear whatever i want. information world is at my fingertip. i wish that true speech input-output system would be invented one day.
as teachers,computers have a lot of virtues：they are positive, they have good memories and never lose any information stored in have much knowledge in every can let out all kinds of sounds, and can also improve the efficiency of our example,if i want to,i can skip some chapters so that i can study at my own pace.
although computers will never take the place of human teachers, they are welcomed by more and more uters will continue to evolve(发展)with the aid of modern uters are so powerful, helpful and important that everybody needs it, especiallyinthefuture!i lovemycomputer teacher!
thank you.
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇3
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?
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇4
Dear leaders and teachers：
Hello everyone! The topic of my speech is "My Good Teacher". Before the speech, I want to bow deeply to all the teachers, because in my eyes, you are all good teachers. No matter what you work for, no matter how much you feel burnout, what I see is: In this era of material desires, you still stick to the professional position, under the double pressure of schools and parents only pursuing test scores, Day after day, exhausted. One year, two years, ten years, decades... In ordinary work positions, sowing in language, plowing with chalk, watering with sweat, moisturizing with hard work, writing a no regrets movement with youth and life.
The teacher I’m going to talk about today, he is not a super teacher or a famous teacher, but he is a good teacher who deserves to be respected, remembered, and learned in my life. Teaching, will educate people. He is my language teacher-teacher .
He is not an actor, but attracts our hungry gaze; he is not a singer, but makes the clear spring of knowledge ringing; he is not a sculptor, but shapes the souls of children...you say, such a teacher Can I forget him? Remember when he read the texts such as "Goodbye, Family" to us, he always put his hands behind his back, took the books in one hand, and placed the books one foot away from his eyes. Read it aloud. Sometimes smiling, frowning, sometimes nodding, shaking his head, and asking for help, afterglow around the beam, his voice shakes everyones heart. writing is a difficult point, but he has a good guide. He encouraged us to read more books, help us aumulate good words and sentences, and teach us how to use them. But never let us recite the position, let us really write. Under his training, my first masterpiece came into being. The title is "A Man I Admire". I wrote a real experience and added a beautiful beginning, which was highly praised by the teacher. Since then, I fell in love with position. Once in physical education class, Mr. Huang took us to play on the playground. After the game, we rested under the tree. Suddenly, we found a spider on the tree catching insects. The students all came around in surprise. Teacher Huang immediately led us to observe, asked us to take notes while watching, and record its capture process. With his guidance, I
We observed very carefully and seriously. When we returned to the classroom, he asked us to write an essay with the title of "Spider Catcher". With his guidance, my position was shown in the classroom again. Teacher Huangs teaching method really benefited me a lot.
Teacher Huang is versatile, sings, plays basketball, and writes good words. These more or less affect us and cultivate us. But he taught people very well. Once, we endorsed in the woods on the left side of the teaching building. Due to the hot weather, I thought of setting up a pergola, so I invited some classmates to connect the heads of the surrounding small trees together as a roof, and then skim some branches to cushion On the ground in the pergola, then we sat in the soft shed to endorse. The result was discovered by Teacher Huang. He angrily drove a group of us to the playground, and then reprimanded loudly: This branch is the arm of a small tree. If you leave it behind, what will happen to the small tree? I left your hand, what would you do... Listening to his long instructions, we all dared not raise our heads with our heads down, but we didn’t hate him at all, and still respected him and loved him. Because I know this is what he taught me. In my heart, he is the toughest father and the kindest mother. On one oasion, our classmates played basketball with the teacher, playing, and aidentally, the basketball hurt my finger. Teacher Huang looked at it, helped me rub my fingers, and asked me whether it hurts. My hands didnt hurt at all, but the tears were rolling in my eyes. At that time, I felt very warm, even if I was a piece of ice, he was melted. I have to believe that: love is the sun, which can melt the ice; love is the rain and dew, which can cause the withered grass to germinate; love is magic, which can be turned into gold. There are many such stories, many... I am glad to meet such a good teacher. With his guidance, I will definitely be able to plug in the ideal wings. Flying out of my own world!
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇5
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.
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇6
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!
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇7
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。
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇8
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."
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇9
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!
我的老师英语演讲稿 篇10
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