Reflective Piece for 20-11 Wall Newspaper

Through the reflective pieces for 20-11 wall newspapers, students' feelings towards their teachers are clearly expressed with sincere gratitude and appreciation. If you're planning to write a reflective piece for your 20/11 wall newspaper, don't overlook the sample pieces below for ideas and use a more versatile language.

Top-notch Reflective Pieces for 20/11 Wall Newspapers

Reflective pieces for 20/11 wall newspapers can be short essays or poems expressing students' thoughts on November 20th. They serve as tributes to teachers on this special day, acknowledging their dedication and nurturing. Below is a compilation of award-winning reflective pieces for 20/11 wall newspapers, offering emotional insights into teachers for students to explore.

Reflective Piece for 20-11 Wall Newspaper - Piece No. 1

Memories of a Mentor

'To me, teachers have nurtured the early days of my childhood, and as time passes by, they remain like gentle parents.' A sense of nostalgia and reverence fills me as these words echo softly in the chilly late autumn air. They are familiar, pure, and heartfelt expressions from us students, written on the occasion of Vietnam Teacher's Day on November 20th. Teachers - a sacred and noble call for each student. These teachers, like tireless parents, ferry their special passengers to the shores of a bright future. 'Teachers are like boats ferrying us to future shores.' Teachers are second fathers, second mothers, teaching their beloved children life lessons, providing them with sturdy wings to one day soar into the vast blue skies. They ignite the path of knowledge and hold the small hands of their beloved children, guiding them gently to the end of the road. Poet Bui Dang Sinh once wrote: 'On the green hilltop, teachers not only plant flowers but also nurture souls.' Indeed, teachers not only impart knowledge but also teach us how to be good people, how to live, and how to treat others kindly. They plant and nurture the seeds of good character, caring for and nurturing them day by day, month by month, until one day they grow into something incredibly beautiful. The gratitude we owe to teachers is as vast as the ocean. Teaching is not a profession that everyone can do. How many can patiently hold the hands of a child and teach them to write their first words in life? How many can sit for hours teaching a child to read each word carefully? How many can stay up late to complete lesson plans for the next day? How many in this world can do such noble deeds without deep love for the profession? Teachers teach us with all their hearts and boundless love, sharing their lifelong knowledge. Innocent students like us can never know how each time teachers sternly discipline or punish us, it cuts into their hearts, causing immeasurable pain. How could we know the hidden joy behind their smiles when they see us achieve good results? November 20th - the day to honor Vietnamese teachers is approaching. We, the students, the ones indebted to our dear teachers, can only offer small words of thanks for all that teachers have given us over the years of schooling. Thank you, teachers - wonderful individuals, exemplary role models, and thoughtful guides for us to follow. Thank you, teachers - for giving us the solid knowledge to step into life. Thank you, teachers - second fathers, second mothers, always caring for and nurturing their children. Thank you, teachers - those who stand behind us, cheering us on, encouraging us to pursue our dreams. Thank you, teachers - those who always care, worry, and help us stand up resiliently after life's stumbles. Thank you, teachers - those who have devoted their entire lives to the country's education. And finally, thank you, teachers, for choosing to be... a teacher!'

Reflective Piece for 20-11 Wall Newspaper - Piece No. 2

Gratitude to Teachers

November has arrived, and we are approaching Teachers' Day. It is a day for our generations of students to express affection and gratitude to our teachers.

On November 20th, Teacher's Day is a time for every student to remember their teachers. Our people have a saying:

'To cross the bridge, you must love the builder'

Honoring the teaching profession and valuing our teachers is a noble gesture of our nation. November 20th holds significance not only for teachers but also for every

individual in our society.

It's a day to recognize the dedication, elevate the social status, and encourage teachers to be even more enthusiastic and devoted to nurturing the future generations of the nation. It's a day for teachers to feel proud and esteemed.

For us, the younger generations, this is a truly meaningful day. 'The first day of school, Mom led me to the school.' On that first day, it felt like stepping into a new, intriguing threshold, but also filled with the challenges of learning. I was guided and supported by my teacher, filled with care and affection. That love eased my fears in the initial days and also motivated me to strive harder in my studies. I learned 'Respect the teacher, respect the teaching.' I cherished the knowledge imparted by my teacher, understanding 'Without a teacher, what can you achieve?' I also realized that learning opens the door to knowledge, closes the naivety of childhood, guides humanity towards remarkable progress, and instills confidence to navigate the integrated world.

Today, listening to the song 'When the teacher's hair turns gray,' I resonate more with the teachings of my teachers. They taught me to cherish our country, to love 'the dew and the sun to nourish the golden rice,' to live with a compassionate heart, to spread fragrance to distant lands, nurturing hope for the less fortunate. Seeing their graying hair, I realize it's because of the struggles to impart knowledge to us.

Today, I express my gratitude to my teachers—those educators standing at the lectern, imparting valuable lessons to young minds with their experience and love. We hope that teachers will continue to steer the course, guiding the intellectuals of tomorrow to the shores of success.

Reflection on Teachers' Day 20-11 - Poem 3

Sentiments on Vietnamese Teachers' Day 20 - 11

Amidst the vibrant atmosphere of Vietnamese Teachers' Day, we, as educators, are truly touched by the gestures, the kindness that society as a whole has bestowed upon us teachers.

With the spirit of 'respecting teachers, valuing morals' ingrained in our nation for generations, people from all walks of life have brought us endless emotions. These precious feelings bind us together and serve as ideals for us to devote our entire selves to the cause of education.

Acknowledging the challenges that educators face today, teachers must not only have a passion for their profession and love for children, but also live with ideals and courage to firmly stand in schools and classrooms. Yet, with the trust bestowed upon us by esteemed teachers who have paved the way, we, the ones continuing to nurture the 'human cultivation' mission at the heroic Lương Ngọc Quyên school, solemnly promise not to disappoint those expectations.

Our nation's traditional belief in 'respecting teachers, valuing morals' has endured through the ages and will continue to do so, but the societal demands on educators today, in terms of both character and competency, have increased significantly. This requires educators to maintain the good traditional qualities of this noble profession while also meeting the modern demands for knowledge and pedagogical expertise.

In the era of the knowledge economy, every action, attitude, and word of teachers reflects various dimensions, but no one but the teachers themselves must introspect. Everyone knows that a ruler must be straight and a scale must be accurate, but whether it is 'straight' or 'accurate' depends on the person holding it. Although it is challenging, we cannot slack off because cultivating and enhancing one's character and competence is the personal requirement of every educator, whether retired or still standing at the lectern. This has been concretized into a movement initiated by the entire education sector and enthusiastically supported by society, namely the movement 'Say no to negativity and achievement disease in education.'

In any society, the position of teachers is always highly regarded. In our country today, with about a quarter of the population attending school and over one million teachers, educational activities always become the focus of society. Therefore, it is truly disheartening to see instances where stories of moral degradation or actions that seriously harm the tradition of 'respecting teachers, valuing morals' appear. However, these phenomena are only isolated cases among over one million teachers who tirelessly enhance their knowledge and experience to pass on the torch to future generations. These are the teachers who dare to devote themselves to the mission of nurturing human potential.

Every year, as November 20 approaches, we are filled with indescribable emotions. It's a mix of longing and nostalgia for the school days gone by, memories of teachers, and the friends who are now far away. November 20 is not just a day for students to express their feelings for their teachers, but it's also a time for teachers and students to come closer together. The sincere feelings of students are always the most meaningful gift for us. There are students whom we no longer teach but still remember their old teachers. Many students studying elsewhere still seek out their former teachers to congratulate and visit them on Vietnamese Teachers' Day. These special feelings truly touch us, making us feel warm inside. The innocent eyes, casual words, and the concern of our students make us forget the fatigue of work and the worries of daily life.

It's truly fulfilling to see our students excel and grow up, knowing that we played a part in guiding them across the river of knowledge. On this day, we want to convey to our beloved students: 'A teacher cannot teach well without good support and cooperation from students. You are the source of inspiration and motivation for us to go to school and carry out our duties as teachers.' On this occasion, we express our gratitude to you for your encouragement and care for your teachers. You are the source of strength that enables us to devote ourselves wholeheartedly to this profession. This profession has brought us many smiles and innocent looks that are hard to find in any other profession.

Reflection on Vietnamese Teachers' Day - Article 4

Celebrating Vietnamese Teachers' Day

Every year, as we welcome November 20th, teachers and educational workers feel honored and proud of the tradition of the education sector. The more honored and proud we are, the more we realize the great responsibility that the education sector must strive for in training high-quality human resources to meet the period of industrialization and modernization of the country. Every teacher needs to 'love people as much as they love the profession.' Every teacher in the education sector should strive to become a 'good teacher - a teacher worthy of respect,' so that people respect them, and so that students will always remember their old school: 'Your hair turns white, chalk dust fills the months and years, Giving students eternal brightness, Weaving dreams in the midst of swirling winds, Rain and sunshine, amidst the hustle and bustle of life, Remembering you, remembering our old school

Every year, on Vietnamese Teachers' Day, November 20th, teachers feel honored and proud when their students visit and congratulate them with sincere gratitude. The commemoration of Vietnamese Teachers' Day has become a tradition, not just a day for a profession, but a festival of the new era integrated into our people's traditional festival system, demonstrating profound humanistic values and truly elevating the position, role, and responsibility of teachers in the training profession. Our Vietnamese nation has a tradition of reverence for learning and 'Respecting the teacher,' as our ancestors taught us 'Filial piety, loyalty, teacher's grace' - that is the moral and philosophical foundation of the Vietnamese people, verified through generations. In Vietnamese history, there have been many famous, virtuous, diligent, and talented teachers whose names have been immortalized, such as Chu Van An, Nguyen Trai; Nguyen Binh Khiem, Nguyen Dinh Chieu, Le Quy Don, Nguyen Lan; Ta Quang Buu; Nguyen Tat Thanh..

'Heaviness of the soul rushes to play,

Not like rotten wood, it's okay,

A damaged soul leads to a broken person

One's failure leads to a wasted life

Teachers play an immensely important role in imparting knowledge and educating students' characters; they are regarded as the second father, the second mother to students. No one can deny the teaching efforts of teachers, no one can claim to be knowledgeable or wise without the guidance of teachers. Teachers are the ones directly imparting knowledge to students, and it is through this knowledge, coupled with the spirit of diligence and intelligence, that students achieve their status in competitions. During President Ho Chi Minh's lifetime, he said:

'A good teacher - a teacher worthy of respect - is the most glorious person. Even if their names are not in the newspapers, not awarded medals, good teachers are unsung heroes. This is something very glorious.' It has been taught that 'For the benefit of ten years, plant trees; For the benefit of a hundred years, cultivate people.'

In line with Uncle Ho's teachings, Education and Training have been affirmed as our nation's top priority policy. The 11th Party Congress clearly stated the need to 'build a sufficient quantity of teachers, meeting the requirements for quality,' which is pivotal, a prerequisite for the innovation of Education and Training. In today's society, as it develops, the role and mission of teachers become even more crucial because they bear the responsibility of nurturing a knowledgeable student body capable of shouldering the nation's development endeavors.

The nation's education sector over the past decades has continuously grown in all aspects, having trained and provided millions of students with knowledge to pursue higher education, vocational training, or apply general knowledge to productive labor. Many students have become competent officials serving the people's revolutionary cause. Achieving these successes is due to the close and comprehensive leadership of the Party committees and authorities at all levels nationwide, as well as the tireless efforts of all generations of education officials and staff, among whom teachers play a crucial role. The generations of teachers in the education sector, past, present, and future, will forever be shining examples, overcoming all difficulties, gradually developing the education sector, and actively contributing to the homeland's protection, construction, and development. On every occasion of celebrating November 20th, teachers and those involved in educational work feel honored and proud of the sector's tradition. The more honored and proud we are, the more aware we are of the great responsibility that the education sector must strive for to train a high-quality workforce to meet the period of industrialization and modernization of the country. Every teacher needs to 'love people as much as you love your profession.' Every teacher in the Education and Training sector should strive to become a 'good teacher - a teacher worthy of respect,' respected by the people, so that students will always remember their old school:

'Dyeing the teacher's hair white, the dust of the months and years,

For the students to shine forever like the full moon,

Rain or shine, the heart of the people, amidst the hustle and bustle of life,

Remembering the teacher, I remember the old school

Reflection for the school bulletin on November 20 - Article No. 5

THE TORCHBEARER (Entry by Nguyen Ngoc Nhu Phuong, Class 12A3, Phu Nhuan High School, Ho Chi Minh City. First prize winner in the 'Write about the teachers of Phu Nhuan School' competition)

I dedicate this article to express gratitude to Ms. - someone special to me.

I cherish literature and have always felt strong emotions towards life since my childhood days, when I remember sitting contemplatively reading and rereading the first literary work of my life, Thanh Tinh's 'My School Days,' and feeling like there were 'a few fresh flowers smiling amidst the vast sky'...

My mother was the first teacher in my life to teach me Literature. I became familiar with folk verses, proverbs, folk tunes from an early age through everyday conversations, through the soft, warm lullabies of my mother. My mother taught me not only through professional knowledge or teaching methods but also instilled in me a love for our homeland, love for humanity, a heart always inclined towards goodness, beauty, and truth through her silent sacrifices and boundless love. And of course, following my mother in my life, there have been many teachers who have taught me to appreciate beauty, different perspectives on life, all of which I deeply remember and appreciate. But perhaps the teacher I feel closest to, loved as if there were an invisible thread of empathy connecting me and her, is Ms. Nguyen Thi Dieu Thu - my Literature teacher and also my homeroom teacher in my Eleventh grade.

Eleventh grade, that means in just over two years I will end my student life, take the university entrance exam, and open the door to life. However, at that time, I still did not have a direction, a passion, a clear plan to pursue in the future. I love literature, I love exploring and delving into the inner world of human beings, but is that passion enough for a lifelong career? And the most important question is whether pursuing a literary career, I will be capable enough to support myself and my future family? Perhaps that's why on the first day stepping into the Eleventh grade, knowing that the homeroom teacher is a Literature teacher, I felt nervous, curious, and a strange excitement like an intuition about a teacher who would later become a mentor, a soulmate with the same passion, a person in the family, close and familiar. And when the teacher entered the classroom with her graceful, gentle ao dai, I couldn't take my eyes off...

In class, I was a student with average academic performance, neither outstanding nor poor, just an ordinary student, not very outspoken, not overly passive. So the connection between me and Ms. Thu didn't come from 'dramatic' incidents in the school environment like a troublemaker being 'converted,' or a good student stumbling and being lifted up by the teacher. My feelings for Ms. Thu stemmed from gestures, actions, circumstances, and even a glance that might not be noticed by anyone but had a profound impact on my life. Like the graceful and charming ao dai of Ms. Thu when she entered the classroom, her way of walking to the podium, holding the book, delivering the lesson gently, the look along with her lovely smile every time she unexpectedly glanced at me while teaching passionately to the whole class... Those gentle actions made me admire and idolize Ms. Thu so much...

I enjoy expressing my experiences on paper but always feel insecure about myself. It was Ms. Thu who encouraged and supported me, putting my name on the team to participate in the Literature Olympiad. I made it into the School-level team, and Ms. Thu was one of the two teachers nurturing the Literature subject for Eleventh grade. I went to school and enjoyed working in groups, studying, discussing with Ms. Thu, my classmates who shared the same passion, especially for a subject that requires understanding the human soul like Literature. The school days were always filled with new perspectives, creativity, and passion. I felt like a writer, an artist exploring and understanding freely. I was satisfied with myself, with the surrounding life, with family, with friends. I no longer felt like an ordinary student idling away and not knowing what to do in the future. I had the excitement that Ms. Thu ignited in me. I will be a Literature teacher, like her, sharing insights into the deep inner world of human beings, about life philosophies, about appreciating the beauty of goodness, kindness, and beauty for my students. With all my passion, perhaps I will also be a teacher who can instill empathy in my little students just like Ms. Thu has ignited a fire - a fire to pursue passions within me.

Before the day of the Olympiad exam, like the other two friends also participating, I was worried and somewhat frightened. I felt insecure about myself again, afraid that I wouldn't achieve good results. But Ms. Thu, she said words of encouragement to us, although it didn't alleviate my worries at that moment, it stayed with me forever and seemed very true for a timid student like me. She advised us not to worry, that we had studied hard in the past few days, we just needed to do our best in the exam room, and no matter what the results were, it didn't matter because literature, art are the feelings, the deep vibrations in each person's soul that not everyone can clearly see, it's about delving deep into the heart, it's about aiming for beauty in behavior, actions in daily life. Later, I reflected and coincidentally read the comments of writer Mai Son on the influence of author Nguyen Nhat Anh on children, and found it to be true as Ms. Thu said. Like the actions, the gracefulness of Ms. Thu with her traditional ao dai, her gentle teaching style, her gentle gaze that touched my soul... 'those influences may have deeply ingrained into the souls of students as natural beauty, primitive perceptions of ethics, basic laws of love... That's how true literature can influence a person's mind.

Ms. Dieu Thu - a 'gentle autumn' beginning of my school year with new directions, a teacher who has passed on to me the fire of passion, a soulmate, a 'senior' who has given me more than just knowledge but also the philosophies of literature, of life, of the beauty amidst this vast world. I am grateful to Ms. Thu, she is like my mother, my second mother besides imparting knowledge, through gestures, through the love that has added strength for me to recognize myself. I remember the song my mother often sang while sewing clothes, a song like my mother's words, like Ms. Thu's words to me, a song from the song 'The Stork':

'Grow up, grow up, grow up

What will you be?

I'll be a poet

The white stork's wings keep flying endlessly

Before the house's porch

And in the coolness of prose...

Thank you, Teacher, someone very special in my heart...

Reflection for the school noticeboard on November 20 - Entry 6

November 20: Touched by essays about Teachers - Photo 2

An essay reflecting on the Teacher scoring 10 points by Vu Phuong Thao, class 10A1, Dinh Hoa High School, Thai Nguyen

'In the hot summer days, when embracing books and listening to a few melodies from the old radio, suddenly I heard some touching words echoing: 'The Teacher... quietly walks home early noon/Every day, drops of sweat blur the pages...'

The passionate voice of Cam Ly, the summer afternoon seems to be falling, breaking and swirling into the beautiful memories. Suddenly, there is a feeling of being lost in some world, a world not of mine, the world of the past.

And suddenly, I feel like I'm reliving my life four years ago, through some scenes extracted from a probably 1980s camera.

The camera is probably very old, scenes are gained and lost, but enough for me to see myself - eleven years old - standing in the windy courtyard of junior high school, and the shadow of a short, quiet figure pedaling a frame bicycle, walking in the golden sun. Suddenly, he turns around. The gentle eyes captured by the camera are unmistakable. My heart suddenly skips a beat.

There he is! My Teacher...

The man walking in the golden sun that day is the most respected person in my life. Perhaps knowing that, every scene about him is clear and strangely authentic. I can clearly see the swaying shadow, stretching over the long, dense road, along with the half-meter ruler clamped in the old leather bag, the steel compact powder box about to fall out, and the hair that has turned gray a lot. Suddenly, I feel tears welling up, overflowing at the corners of my eyes.

Many describe: The Teachers tall, sturdy, with stern, shining eyes. But no! My Teacher is quite short, if compared to the standard 1.8 meters, only about 1.6 meters, hair white and always scurrying on the rusty frame bicycle. His eyes bright, but bright with gentle light, warm, making us very reassured. Everything about my old Teacher is nostalgic. We, in the years of grade 6, used to tease the Teacher many times for that. I still remember the Teacher just smiling kindly and saying, the Teacher is old now, what need for modernity.

The camera switches scenes. Each image jumps. It's like a glitch, those images keep flickering, but clear to every detail.

The bitterly cold winter. When the wind strokes the fingers on the roof, I see the Teacher riding to school. The bicycle wheels keep turning, turning evenly. The pedals are very old, the chain squeaks as if asking for rest. The Teacher still diligently pedals, diligently carries the old leather bag to class. Passing by, I see the Teacher trembling slightly. Not only that winter, but also many winters afterward.

I always see that image. Always remember myself standing on the second floor, waving 'Goodbye, Teacher' which was cheekily twisted into 'Me, Teacher!' and the Teacher, on the old bicycle against the wind, waving and smiling back.

Gentle as a fairy.

Suddenly, the next scene appears. I see... Nighttime.

In a shabby kitchen, with only one dim light bulb. The blackboard is filled with tangled formulas. There are two students sitting around, cutting the assorted filling mooncakes, and a silver-haired person sitting beside, sipping hot tea on the fragile autumn night.

Teacher, you don't eat assorted filling, right? What should we do now? The girl's worried voice rises. The boy sitting next to her silently eats a piece of fragrant baked cake, while the other person just smiles, saying, Yes, both of you eat, the rest goes into the fridge, whenever Miss comes back, she'll eat it.

I realize, that's me, with Au Son, and Teacher.

I feel awkward, then sit down, cutting the cake into many small pieces. After many refusals, finally, Teacher eats too, and the two students burst into laughter. The shabby kitchen seems brighter. Brighter. Only later did I find out that Teacher couldn't eat fatty meat, it would make him nauseous, yet that day Teacher still ate a piece of mooncake, perhaps just to please us.

Suddenly feel like crying.

My teacher, so great like that.

Perhaps many people cannot fathom the term 'great.' Why is it great? I cannot express my emotions upon hearing about Teacher's inability to eat fatty meat, then recalling that mooncake from that day. Just to make us happy, Teacher ate the whole piece of cake, which might have made him uncomfortable for the following days. Someone once said, the heart of a teacher is very great, and also very pure, like crystal that is never tainted. Yes, very true.

In those days, regardless of sunshine or rain, regardless of heat or cold, Teacher, still diligently rode his old worn-out bicycle, teaching us. I remember the days of January, when I was in seventh grade. At that time, the wind was strong, and the sun was scorching. I, along with three other boys, sat in the classroom listening to Teacher teach Math. Son joked, asking why Teacher didn't become a principal but accepted to be a plain teacher. Oh, as a principal, you can't scold teachers, but as a teacher, if students don't listen, you can kick them out of the class. Teacher said, like that. We kept laughing about that statement. It wasn't until two years later that I found out, Teacher accepted to be a teacher to guide many classes of students before entering old age. Later, I found out, the affection Teacher had for us students was much greater than any mundane fame or wealth.

In seventh grade, with Teacher, with so many expectations and determination from days before, I won the First Prize in Math. Hearing the news, Teacher just smiled brightly. But in my eyes, that was the warmest smile I had ever known. That smile made all tiredness, all hardships return to zero. That smile made all students feel at ease. That year, perhaps, was my happiest year. I don't know how many days of sunshine and rain have passed? I only know, Teacher accompanied us throughout two and a half years. Two and a half years of diligently pedaling that old bike, two and a half years of teaching the mischievous class A students. Teacher never complained even once. We were the last group of students for Teacher, only hoping to teach well, not wanting anyone to be scolded. Teacher answered my question about why he didn't discipline us when we misbehaved. At that time, I didn't understand. Later, upon reflection, I realized. It turns out, we were the most ungrateful ones, unable to understand the thoughts Teacher concealed within each word. Thirteen years old, only knowing mischief, carefree. Who knew Teacher was still diligently fighting against old age and health, teaching us day after day, the last students in his teaching career. At the end of the first semester of my eighth grade, Teacher decided to retire. The decision was not hasty, but it still surprised the class. Everyone was in a stir, and there seemed to be something choking in the heart, very strange. Even though we knew, but in the end, it was time to say goodbye.

On the farewell day, I gave Teacher a bouquet of candy flowers. I stuck each flower by hand, pinned each candy bouquet. Perhaps it was the ugliest bouquet I've ever made, but it was also the bouquet filled with the most emotions. It was also the first bouquet I gave for parting.

Teacher has retired... A new teacher has taken over. The lectures are dynamic, concise. But occasionally, there's a sudden trance. Still, I think Teacher is here, right at the lectern, writing down numbers that were once criticized as 'unpleasant' but now so clear. I thought Teacher would still be with us through the remaining years. No, not anymore! Those were the toughest days. Without Teacher by our side to guide us, no one to smile kindly and encourage us in difficult times. That year, I dropped in rank, only achieving Third Prize. The test was very easy. Yet, the score only reached 'mediocre.' That's when I realized how much Teacher had influenced me.

Entering 9th grade, my grandfather took me to Teacher's house. From then on, I officially studied with Teacher. It was the start of a school year filled with hardships yet brimming with joy. The house where we studied was also the house Teacher had lived in for decades. A lifetime of toil with only a small courtyard to bask in the sun, a dim, cluttered kitchen, a house with a palm-thatched roof to shelter from the scorching heat, and even a fishpond that was always poked at by mischievous students. Teacher said, that was already very happy. Sometimes I wonder how Teacher can be so content with simplicity. Teacher just laughs. No, that's already more than enough.

I don't know what 'enough' means, don't know why Teacher can be satisfied. Then, many months later, I heard Teacher talk about the countless difficult days he had endured. Those were years of extreme hardship.

Teacher was a poor college student, didn't have enough food to eat so he was often sickly. Going through a tough time, people tend to be satisfied with the present, even if the present is only slightly better than the difficult past. That's why Teacher lives so simply, extremely frugal.

Since studying with Teacher, hearing Teacher talk about what he has been through, I involuntarily started living more frugally. No more squandering money and belongings as before. People are influenced by those they consider important. I think I'm the same. Sometimes I wonder, has Teacher influenced me in a special way? After thinking many times, I discovered that Teacher is an image I've always aspired to, a great monument, someone I've always hoped to achieve success like.

Not just a Teacher, Teacher is also a father, an older brother, a friend always listening, always giving the most useful advice when I need it. Teacher not only taught me Math, but also taught me how to be a better person, how to live and strive to be better every day. The camera seems to be slowing down, each scene appearing clearly. I see Teacher bending over planting vegetables, taking care of the old black-and-white dog, and seeing us back then, in those difficult but peaceful days. I think those were the happiest and most joyful days I've ever had.

Later on, when facing the challenges of life, there may no longer be anyone to guide and teach me as diligently as Teacher did, perhaps no one will worry about whether I'm getting enough sleep or getting stressed from cramming too much. But, an ancient sage once said, life only needs one person to admire, to follow as an example, to love for a lifetime. That's already more than enough.

As I write these lines, I am already a high school student. Not just today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and many days to come, I will continue to strive. So that every time I meet someone, talk to someone, I can proudly say, I am a student of Teacher Nguyen Van Tam. Sometimes when I miss Teacher, I hop on my bike and rush back to the small house at the end of the old street with the fishpond, sitting and listening to Teacher talk about his heartfelt thoughts, about his hopes and teachings for me for years to come. Returning to the only place that makes my soul peaceful, making everything complicated in life easier and brighter. Still, on those long-gone summer days, I feel like I'm hoisting my backpack onto my shoulders, pedaling my bike, rushing through the golden sun. Heading to a place filled with knowledge that I always admire.

Reflection on the Teachers' Day celebration at School - Article 7

November 20: Touched by Essays about Teachers - Photo 3

First Prize-winning Essay about Teachers in Grade 7, Tran Van On Middle School, Ho Chi Minh City

Since opening my eyes to embrace life, I have felt the invaluable love of my father and mother. Over the years, that affection has nurtured me into who I am, and back then, I thought that in this demanding journey, only my parents were the ones who bestowed upon me the most beautiful love. But no, since integrating into society and especially since stepping into the learning environment, I have come to realize that in this journey, my companions for a lifetime are not only my parents but also the Teachers.

Yes, Teachers have guided me since the early years of schooling. They have nurtured dreams and aspirations for the future, giving me dreams of success, fame, career, and a strong belief in life. Perhaps the right things, the beauties in the soul of each person, all originate from the hands of those who guide. Yes, they have devoted a part of their lives to refine and guide students step by step on the challenging path ahead. Someone once said: 'Teaching is like rowing a boat, you have to take the boats to the other shore.' That's absolutely right. To fulfill their noble mission, 'boatmen' must strive to ensure that the boat is sturdy. And who knows that, throughout that journey, they have to overcome so many hardships. Yes, 'boatmen' must use all their strength to cope with 'heavy rain', 'strong winds'. Then when they have brought the passengers across the river, 'boatmen' return to the other shore to continue their noble mission. And so, the Teachers have spent their entire lives teaching and nurturing all their beloved children, regardless of difficulties and fatigue. Even if they have to stay up late to prepare lessons, even if day after day they only repeat thousands, tens of thousands of formulas, lectures, they are not bored, because in their hearts, there is only one desire - to nurture and educate today's young generation into people.

Teachers not only sacrifice their effort and time but also devote their entire love and protection to the young children who are still bewildered before this vast society. Those children look out into life with the guidance and love of their Teachers. Yes, Teachers have instilled in me the confidence and determination to have enough strength and belief, to reach for dreams, aspirations, and turn them into reality. Teachers have been dedicated, devoting all their efforts to lectures, making them more vivid to easily penetrate into the minds of each student. If there is no love for their students, can they be so caring and sacrificial? Yes, the daily work of Teachers stems from the loving hearts of parents for their own flesh and blood. That love always burns passionately in the heart of every Teacher, ready to warm up the little souls still stumbling on the journey of life.

The wheel of time quietly turns, and we gradually grow up after each lesson, after the classes of Teachers. Remember the graceful ao dai of the female Teachers, the dignified yet friendly demeanor of the male Teachers. Remember the lessons on becoming a good person, the scientific knowledge that I have memorized over the past few years. A year has passed, and we have to bid farewell to the Teachers again to move on to a new class, to learn new lessons. Our hearts are stirred when we see the beloved figures of the Teachers who once taught us with wholehearted dedication. And every year on November 20th, all students across Vietnam enthusiastically celebrate Vietnamese Teachers' Day. The hardships of those who work in education are now rewarded with bouquets of flowers, and meaningful wishes from the students they once taught and nurtured. A radiant smile adorns their faces. Yes, they are happy, not because they are rewarded, but because they are happy to meet again the beloved students who they have considered a part of their lives.

Life undergoes many changes but none can dim the affection of Teachers for their students. That love is sacred, noble beyond measure. That affection has warmed the souls of countless students throughout their schooling. If one day I am no longer a child, if one day I leave the warmth of my family and school to continue my journey and challenge myself on the remaining path, then I will not forget! I will never forget the deep gratitude and boundless affection of Teachers for all their students, the children whom they consider as their own flesh and blood, as a part of their lives.

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Furthermore, students should explore some English songs dedicated to Teachers to perform during the upcoming celebration of Vietnamese Teachers' Day on November 20th. There are many English songs dedicated to Teachers that students can choose from, such as IN YOUR HANDS or You have made a difference You have made a difference ....

In addition to thoughts, bulletin poems are always a sought-after topic for students to write on their class bulletin. There are many excellent, meaningful bulletin poems about the teacher-student relationship, the Teacher's dedication to education, which students can collect.

Students can share a meaningful story or a profound memory about their school days, thereby expressing their thoughts about Teachers and the school naturally, or write a Paragraph about Vietnamese Teachers' Day in a way that is natural and appealing to readers.

Within the content of the Teachers' Day bulletin, apart from the song content, the bulletin framework, the thoughts for the bulletin are also extremely important and often appear first. The bulletin framework will include meaningful passages expressing gratitude and appreciation for Teachers with prominent songs such as: Grateful to Teachers, Dust of chalk, Beloved school...