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登陸網(wǎng)站 參加免費試學(xué)網(wǎng)上學(xué)英語口語，教師節(jié)來臨 送給老師的英文祝福1. We wish to show our gratitude and thanks with a small gift. Happy Teachers Day!我們送您一件小禮物，以表我們對您的感激之情。教師節(jié)愉快！2. You are like a third parent. We all love you and respect you.您就像我們的家長，我們都敬愛您。3. The primary purpose of education is not to teach you to earn your bread, but to make every mouthful sweet.教育最主要的目的，不是教你懂得如何謀生，而是使每個人生活得更香甜。4. We all like having you as our teacher. You have our respect and gratefulness.我們喜歡您做我們的老師，我們尊敬您、感激您。5. This is Teachers Day and a time to be grateful to all teachers. This profession deserves the special recognition and respect. There is no more appropriate time than this to honour you and others in your chosen field. You have my eternal gratefulness. Have a happy Teachers Day.時逢教師節(jié)，是向所有教師表達謝意的日子。這個職業(yè)值得受到特別的重視和尊重。此刻是向您及您的同行們致敬的最佳時機。我永遠(yuǎn)感激您。祝節(jié)日快樂！6. We are more thankful than we can express.對您的謝意，我們無法用語言來表達。7. Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.教育不是灌滿一桶水，而是點燃一團生命的火焰。8. The man who can make hard things easy is the educator.能使艱難之事變得容易的人是教育者。9. Send you our everlasting feeling of gratefulness and thankfulness on this special day.在這特別的日子謹(jǐn)向您致以我們永恒的感激之情。10. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.一個教師對人的影響是永恒的。11. It is the most appropriate time to show you our thanks.現(xiàn)在是向您表達感激之情最為恰當(dāng)?shù)臅r刻。12. This small gift is only a tiny token of our gratefulness. We all want to thank you.這件小小的禮物略表我們的感激之情。我們大家都很感謝您。13. I am truly grateful to you for what you have done.我深深地感激您所做的一切。14. Dear teacher, thank you for illuminating my voyage of life with your own light of life. My grateful sentiments come from the bottom of my heart.老師，感謝您用自己的生命之光，照亮了我人生的旅途，對您我滿懷感謝之情。15. The whole secret of the teachers force lies in the conviction that men are convertible.教師力量的全部秘密，就在于深信人是可以改變的。16. No one deserves a bigger thank you than you. One day is hardly enough to show our gratitude.沒有人比您更值得如此深厚的謝意。僅這一天遠(yuǎn)不足以表達我們對您的感激之情。17. Thank you for making learning not a dull thing but a great joy.感謝您使我們把枯燥的學(xué)習(xí)變成了巨大的樂趣。18. We all pitched to buy this gift. We are all grateful to you. Without your unselfish dedication could we achieve no success today.這是我們買給您的禮物，謝謝您，老師。沒有您無私的奉獻，就不會有我們今天的成功。19. Our beloved teacher, you are the spring shower that moistens our hearts. The love and care you have given us will encourage us to go through a long and arduous journey.親愛的老師，您就像那春天的細(xì)雨，滋潤著我們的心田。您給予我們的愛和關(guān)懷將鼓舞著我們走過艱難困苦。20. You are not only a good teacher but our close friend. Thank you for helping us make something of our lives.您不僅是一位好老師，也是我們親密的朋友，謝謝您幫助我們奮發(fā)有為。21. My heartfelt thanks to you, dear teacher. On the voyage of life, you have kindled the light of hope for me. What you have done enriches my mind and broadens my view. On this day I honour you sincerely.親愛的老師，向您表達我最衷心的感謝。在人生旅途上，您為我點燃了希望之光，您所做的一切潤澤了我的心靈，開闊了我的視野。今天我向您致以崇高的敬意。22. I wish to express my thanks to you for instructing my child.謝謝您對我孩子的教誨。23. My sincere thanks to you for being my childs teacher.衷心感謝您，我孩子的恩師。24. My child speaks highly of you. Thank you very much.我的孩子很崇敬您。謝謝。25. As parents we recognize the value of you in our childs development. Thank you for what you have done.作為父母，我們深知您在我們孩子成長道路中的重要。謝謝您所做的一切。26. One good teacher in a lifetime may sometimes change a delinquent into a solid citizen.一個好教師具有化腐朽為神奇的力量。27. Teacher, who educate children, deserve more honor than parents, who merely gave them birth; for the latter provided more life, while the former ensure a good life.教育兒童的教師應(yīng)當(dāng)享有比父母更多的榮譽，父母只給孩子生命，而教師則創(chuàng)造了一個完善的生命。28. What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.教育之于靈魂，猶如雕刻之于大理石。29. You have been a qualified teachers and even better friend. Thank you for all that you have done.您不僅是一位合格的教師，更是一位好朋友，謝謝您所做的一切。Clare， restless， went out into the dusk when evening drew on， she who had won him having retired to her chamber.The night was as sultry as the day. There was no coolness after dark unless on the grass. Roads， garden-paths， the house-fronts， the barton-walls were warm as hearths， and reflected the noontime temperature into the noctambulists face.He sat on the east gate of the dairy-yard， and knew not what to think of himself. Feeling had indeed smothered judgement that day.Since the sudden embrace， three hours before， the twain had kept apart. She seemed stilled， almost alarmed， at what had occurred， while the novelty， unpremeditation， mastery of circumstance disquieted himpalpitating， contemplative being that he was. He could hardly realize their true relations to each other as yet， and what their mutual bearing should be before third parties thenceforward.Angel had come as pupil to this dairy in the idea that his temporary existence here was to be the merest episode in his life， soon passed through and early forgotten； he had come as to a place from which as from a screened alcove he could calmly view the absorbing world without， and， apostrophizing it with Walt WhitmanCrowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes，How curious you are to me！resolve upon a plan for plunging into that world anew. But behold， the absorbing scene had been imported hither. What had been the engrossing world had dissolved into an uninteresting outer dumb-show； while here， in this apparently dim and unimpassioned place， novelty had volcanically started up， as it had never， for him， started up elsewhere.Every window of the house being open Clare could hear across the yard each trivial sound of the retiring household. The dairy-house， so humble， so insignificant， so purely to him a place of constrained sojourn that he had never hitherto deemed it of sufficient importance to be reconnoitred as an object of any quality whatever in the landscape； what was it now？ The aged and lichened brick gables breathed forth Stay！ The windows smiled， the door coaxed and beckoned， the creeper blushed confederacy. A personality within it was so far-reaching in her influence as to spread into and make the bricks， mortar， and whole overhanging sky throb with a burning sensibility. Whose was this mighty personality？ A milkmaids. It was amazing， indeed， to find how great a matter the life of the obscure dairy had become to him. And though new love was to be held partly responsible for this it was not solely so. Many besides Angel have learnt that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements， but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger， fuller， more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king. Looking at it thus he found that life was to be seen of the same magnitude here as elsewhere.Despite his heterodoxy， faults， and weaknesses， Clare was a man with a conscience. Tess was no insignificant creature to toy with and dismiss； but a woman living her precious lifea life which， to herself who endured or enjoyed it， possessed as great a dimension as the life of the mightiest to himself. Upon her sensations the whole world depended to Tess； through her existence all her fellow-creatures existed， to her. The universe itself only came into being for Tess on the particular day in the particular year in which she was born.This consciousness upon which he had intruded was the single opportunity of existence ever vouchsafed to Tess by an unsympathetic First Causeher all； her every and only chance. How then should he look upon her as of less consequence than himself； as a pretty trifle to caress and grow weary of； and not deal in the greatest seriousness with the affection which he knew that he had awakened in herso fervid and so impressionable as she was under her reserve； in order that it might not agonize and wreck her？To encounter her daily in the accustomed manner would be to develop what had begun. Living in such close relations， to meet meant to fall into endearment； flesh and blood could not resist it； and， having arrived at no conclusion as to the issue of such a tendency， he decided to hold aloof for the present from occupations in which they would be mutually engaged. As yet the harm done was small.But it was not easy to carry out the resolution never to approach her. He was driven towards her by every heave of his pulse.He thought he would go and see his friends. It might be possible to sound them upon this. In less than five months his term here would have ended， and after a few additional months spent upon other farms he would be fully equipped in agricultural knowledge， and in a position to start on his own account. Would not a farmer want a wife， and should a farmers wife be a drawing-room wax-figure， or a woman who understood farming？ Notwithstanding the pleasing answer returned to him by the silence he resolved to go his journey.One morning when they sat down to breakfast at Talbothays Dairy some maid observed that she had not seen anything of Mr Clare that day.O no， said Dairyman Crick. Mr Clare has gone hwome to Emminster to spend a few days wi his kinsfolk.For four impassioned ones around that table the sunshine of the morning went out at a stroke， and the birds muffled their song. But neither girl by word or gesture revealed her blankness. Hes getting on towards the end of his time wi me， added the dairyman， with a phlegm which unconsciously was brutal； and so I suppose he is beginning to see about his plans elsewhere.How much longer is he to bide here？ asked Izz Huett， the only one of the gloom-stricken bevy who could trust her voice with the question.The others waited for the dairymans answer as if their lives hung upon it； Retty， with parted lips， gazing on the tablecloth， Marian with heat added to her redness， Tess throbbing and looking out at the meads.Well， I cant mind the exact day without looking at my memorandum-book， replied Crick， with the same intolerable unconcern. And even that may be altered a bit. Hell bide to get a little practice in the calving out at the straw-yard， for certain. Hell hang on till the end of the year I should say.Four months or so of torturing ecstasy in his societyof pleasure girdled about with pain. After that the blackness of unutterable night.At this moment of the morning Angel Clare was riding along a narrow lane ten miles distant from the breakfasters， in the direction of his fathers Vicarage at Emminster， carrying， as well as he could， a little basket which contained some black-puddings and a bottle of mead， sent by Mrs Crick， with her kind respects， to his parents. The white lane stretched before him， and his eyes were upon it； but they were staring into next year， and not at the lane. He loved her； ought he to marry her？ Dared he to marry her？ What would his mother and his brothers say？ What would he himself say a couple of years after the event？ That would depend upon whether the germs of staunch comradeship underlay the temporary emotion， or whether it were a sensuous joy in her form only， with no substratum of everlastingness.His fathers hill-surrounded little town， the Tudor church-tower of red stone， the clump of trees near the Vicarage， came at last into view beneath him， and he rode down towards the well-known gate. Casting a glance in the direction of the church before entering his home， he beheld standing by the vestry-door a group of girls， of ages between twelve and sixteen， apparently awaiting the arrival of some other one， who in a moment became visible； a figure somewhat older than the school-girls， wearing a broad-brimmed hat and highly-starched cambric morning-gown， with a couple of books in her hand.Clare knew her well. He could not be sure that she observed him； he hoped she did not， so as to render it unnecessary that he should go and speak to her， blameless creature that she was. An overpowering reluctance to greet her made him decide that she had not seen him. The young lady was Miss Mercy Chant， the only daughter of his fathers neighbour and friend， whom it was his parents quiet hope that he might wed some day.