My teacher's composition 1 In my primary school life, there was a teacher who had a deep influence on me. She is like a ray of sunshine, bringing me light and warmth; She, like a drop of pure dew, faded my distractions; She keeps sending me knowledge like a textbook. She is my primary school head teacher-Miss Cheng.
Teacher Cheng is an "antique" in the school. He should be in his forties now. She is about 1.6 meters tall and slightly fat. Black hair is always tied into a ponytail, and there are traces of years on the white face. She always wears a simple necklace around her neck. Holding several lesson plans from time to time. Whenever I miss her, she always smiles at me.
I remember when I graduated from the sixth grade, I failed in a simulated junior high school exam in the county. I can't let go of six years of classmates and four years of education. I was so distracted during the exam that I only got the ninth place in my class and didn't even get into the top five. I've been going crazy all day. Every time I think about the achievements of teachers and classmates, my nose is sour, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I can't even listen to class. Just then, Mr. Cheng came over, patted me on the back and took me to the office. The teacher pulled open the chair, let me sit down and gently wiped my red and swollen eyes with paper. She smiled and said to me, "You just pay too much attention to feelings. Although you have been classmates for six years, there is no such thing as an end. Sooner or later, we have to go our separate ways. You should look forward instead of greedily recalling the past, so that you will get deeper and deeper ... "
Teacher Cheng's earnest words suddenly woke me up. So I asked Mr. Cheng to help me analyze the wrong questions and reasons of this simulation test paper. Teacher Cheng also made my next study plan and junior high school goals, which gave me great confidence and help and made me get better grades in the junior high school exam.
Teacher Cheng, my favorite teacher. You helped me when I was most helpless; It was you who showed me the way when I was confused; It is also you who gave me hope and strength when I wanted to give up. Thank you, my teacher.
My teacher's composition 2 says that the person I admire most is our head teacher, Miss Wang. You asked me why I chose Mr. Wang among so many teachers. This is certainly not because I don't admire other teachers! I also envy other teachers because they teach us what they have learned. I admire all the teachers, but Mr. Wang's unique education method and hard training are different, which makes our class's grades improve and discipline get better and better. That's why I admire Mr. Wang.
Miss Wang is very beautiful. She has a pair of bright eyes and a small mouth on her round face. She dresses neatly all day.
Teacher Wang is very concerned about the study of each of our classmates. As long as one person can't do it, she will keep talking until you understand. I remember once, when I couldn't do an application problem, Mr. Wang told me, "It doesn't matter if I don't know the problem and can't do it." As long as I understand and think hard, it is easy to do it, and the questions I have done are not easy to forget. " After that, Mr. Wang called me to her side and talked about the topic over and over again in combination with the actual situation. He patiently told me for a long time. Finally, I really understood, and Mr. Wang smiled happily. When I encounter this type of problem again, I will solve it quickly. I really admire my teacher.
Teacher Wang not only cares about students' study, but also cares about us at noon. She is as amiable as her mother and takes good care of us when eating. He was never strict with us, and always said to us, "Students, be sure to eat enough at noon! You can eat whatever you like. " Teacher Wang always cooks for us personally. If some students can eat, she will eat more. If some students like meat, she will eat more. After dinner, I'll eat it myself. Sometimes the teacher is too tired to eat at all and has to go hungry. For us, teachers are really like mothers.
I love our teacher very much. I admire my teacher Wang from the bottom of my heart, and I will always remember him when I grow up! I have a teacher I admire most-Miss Wang.
My teacher composition 3 Teachers are like trees in the sky, and we are like leaves. Trees nurture us and make us grow up happily. Teachers are like hard-working gardeners, cultivating our brilliant flowers; Teachers are also like a golden key, leading us into the temple of knowledge.
My Chinese teacher's surname is Xiong. She has short black hair and bright eyes under bushy eyebrows. She looks very dignified.
I remember once, it was a self-study class. The classmate behind me talked to me. He said, "Can I exchange this for your iron bar?" I didn't want to talk to him at first, but on second thought, the teacher wouldn't find out. I'd better reply him with my eyes. So, I turned and stared at him and said that I didn't want to talk to me. It's a pity that I still didn't escape the teacher's eyes. The teacher thought I turned to talk to him, so he angrily pulled my desk aside. I thought to myself: it is obvious that he talked to me first, but as long as I go out, hum, I won't go out. I sat in my seat, doing nothing and refusing to go out. Seeing that I was motionless, the teacher pulled me out with great strength. After school, the teacher called me to the office and kindly said to me, "Brother Ma Jin, you need to listen carefully in the self-study class, and your homework will be done quickly and accurately. The teacher hopes that you can concentrate in the future and not be influenced by others. " Finally, I realized that the teacher did this because he didn't want others to influence me.
I remember another time, in class, I was writing a composition, and my back was not straight. Teacher Xiong came over and patted me on the back and said gently, "Brother Ma, your back should be straight, or your height will be reduced by a few centimeters, which is not handsome." I sat up straight at once and the teacher smiled with satisfaction.
The teacher taught me a lot of knowledge and truth. She burned herself like a candle and lit up the students. But sometimes I don't listen. In the future, I will listen to the teacher attentively and respect the teacher. Study hard and live up to the teacher's expectations.
My teacher composition 4 We have a very good teacher who likes to collect our good opinions. Very democratic!
The teacher's voice is sweet, gentle and pleasant. So gentle, she sometimes just reminds us with her eyes, but the students just don't listen. Some of them painted their textbooks in a mess, some flew their own folded paper planes in the classroom, and some used paper balls to launch a big paper ball war, which made the classroom a mess. However, the teacher didn't scold us, but cleaned the classroom silently. I saw it in my eyes and secretly decided not to make trouble and be a good boy.
Teachers wear different colors every day and look beautiful. Compared with the Chinese teacher, this teacher is really an underground place. Our Chinese teacher is a gloomy person. She only wears clothes of one color every day. Every time we make a mistake, he hits us with a ruler. Every time he goes to class, the sky is as gloomy as her face. But every time I attend that teacher's class, it clears up at once, and the students are overjoyed. Does this show how gentle and humorous our teacher is?
It's winter vacation, and I miss my teacher very much. When I think of that teacher, I feel that the winter vacation is very long.
One night, I suddenly jumped out of bed. My mother quickly asked, "Where are you going?" Without looking up, I vaguely responded: "Find that teacher!" Mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Isn't it winter vacation?" I just got out of my confusion.
The winter vacation passed like this, with good news and bad news. The good news is that we saw the teacher again, and the bad news is that the Chinese teacher came to class again. I don't know whether to be happy or sad.
My favorite teacher is my math teacher, Miss Yang. She is so gentle and lovely.
At the beginning of class, we quarreled, and Teacher Yang would only say to us in a gentle voice, "Stop arguing, we are going to class." In order to make our study better, she bought a lot of delicious food and distributed it to the students who studied well. In this way, many students will study hard to get delicious food. In order to make us work harder, Mr. Yang specially customized several medals and gave them to the students who studied well.
Every time Mr. Yang goes to share meals with the roommates, he will give us more meals, for fear that we will not have enough to eat, which will affect our study. She told us to eat better. Sometimes we get good grades. Teacher Yang will treat us to KFC!
After class, if Mr. Yang hasn't come to our classroom yet, we will run to the office door to find Mr. Yang, or go to find Mr. Yang under the banner of correcting homework. It doesn't matter if Miss Yang occupies our class, because Miss Yang will take us out.
I remember the first time in class, facing the strange teacher Yang, I didn't dare to move. Until she said the first sentence, I thought to myself: Teacher Yang's voice is so lovely that it shouldn't be fierce. In this way, I said the first sentence. The teacher praised me gently. Only then did I realize that she was so gentle.
The summer vacation is about to begin, and I miss Teacher Yang gradually. My ears are full of Miss Yang's voice. I lie prone on the bed and look out the window, where it is raining in Mao Mao. There are a little rain beads on the verdant branches and leaves of willow trees. Holding an umbrella, I came to school. I saw an acquaintance from the window. Yes, she is Miss Yang. I watched her quietly correcting the test paper by the window, and there was no movement at all. Seeing Mr. Yang, my mood improved and I walked home with cheerful steps. As soon as my mother saw that I was so happy, she knew that I had seen Miss Yang.
This is my favorite teacher, Miss Yang!
My teacher's composition Article 6 My teacher, Mr. Ou, is a lovely person. She has a pair of eyes like Ming Che. Unlike many teachers, she doesn't wear glasses, with a red lip, a red face, yellowish curly hair and simple and generous clothes, so that students can see at a glance that she is kind and beautiful from the heart.
Mr. Ou teaches strangely in class. Different from other teachers, when other teachers are in class, students have to ask a lot of questions, but Mr. Ou is lazy. She doesn't give much lectures. She always asks students to give lectures and give papers on the platform. Over time, students' listening, speaking and writing abilities have been greatly improved. It took us a while to understand. Because this can greatly improve our autonomous learning ability and prepare us for the large classes in junior high school, Mr. Ou always tells us some truths that many a mickle makes a mickle. She is not only good at teaching. Besides, he is very responsible. Mr. Ou will carefully check his homework every day and write long comments to urge us to study hard. He will also share good compositions. After a period of time, the composition level of our class has been greatly improved. Even the students who can't write at ordinary times got 90 points in their compositions. Mr. Ou is good at arranging our daily study time. After ringing the bell in the morning, she always makes us read for ten minutes in the morning. After school in the afternoon, she sacrificed her rest time to make up lessons for us, so that we could learn more knowledge. However, in the face of these, some students are ungrateful. They talk nonsense in class, play mobile phones, don't listen carefully, and bring snacks and toys to school. These all hurt the teacher's heart. The teacher treats those students as his own children, and after careful persuasion, the students will get better.
Teacher, what a great career! They struggle in the front line of education. Teacher, you are really a good example for me to learn. I love Mr. Zhuo!
Article 7 of my teacher's composition A teacher is like a gardener, cultivating young plants and groups of children. Under their careful instruction. We grow up healthy and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was Mr Duan, a Chinese teacher who has taught us for almost two years.
Teacher Duan has an oval face, big watery eyes, long black hair and a smooth tongue. It is this glib mouth that gives us knowledge, happiness and leads us to grow together.
During class, Teacher Duan will invite students to give lectures. When a student makes a mistake, Mr Duan will personally explain it. The teacher will explain the text vividly and fascinate you. This will exercise our expressive ability and let us learn to help each other in interaction. Teacher Duan will really think of some way.
However, since the outbreak of the epidemic, the state has suspended classes and always online has stopped studying, so Mr. Duan has to give lectures by himself. At first, everyone was not very comfortable with online classes, and Mr. Duan was not very familiar with them. Sometimes she goes to class and doesn't even know if her classmates are listening. Later, Teacher Duan thought of a way. I'm giving a video lecture so that I can be like at school. Teacher Duan is so clever! I really admire her! When encountering problems in the online class, Mr. Duan always discusses and studies with us, and never puts on an arrogant posture by virtue of his knowledge. In this way, we will gain a lot in the discussion. Recently, I found that Ms. Duan, who worries about us every day, has a lot more white hair and feels a little sorry for her.
Teacher Duan's teaching is like, laying a good foundation for us. I will go all out to be a useful person to society in the future. In addition to repaying my parents, I also thank you for your careful cultivation. Thank you, my dear teacher Duan!
My teacher's composition Chapter 8 When the sun shines on the campus, we are already sixth-grade students. To say that my most respected teacher is my head teacher, Miss Xue. Teacher Xue is very beautiful. She has beautiful long hair, watery eyes, a high nose and a glib mouth ... Teacher Xue is not only beautiful, but also lively and interesting in her lectures.
That day, when we were studying the text "Zhan Tianyou", the teacher used her wonderful voice to tell us how Zhan Tianyou overcame difficulties and successfully built the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway. When we learned that Zhan Tianyou had opened a tunnel between Juyongguan and Badaling, Teacher Xue asked us to look for the characteristics of Juyongguan and Badaling first: "Students, let's look for the characteristics of Juyongguan and Badaling first, and then talk about Zhan Tianyou's method." After listening, we quickly searched in the text, found it, and quickly raised our hands, as if afraid of falling behind. The teacher ordered a classmate to answer, and listening to the classmate's fluent answer, the teacher showed a sweet smile.
Then, the teacher told us about Zhan Tianyou's method of "drilling from both ends to the middle at the same time" and "shaft excavation method", and drew us a beautiful sketch to make it easier for us to understand. Speaking of Qinglong Bridge, although the teacher drew a sketch, some students still couldn't understand it. At this time, the teacher picked up two boxes of chalk on the platform and simulated the scene of two locomotives pushing and pulling one by one. The students suddenly became enlightened. "Rinrin Bell ..." The bell rang, and a wonderful and happy class time ended, but it became the best memory in our hearts. This is my good teacher-Miss Xue. Not only is she beautiful, but also her classes are more interesting. I will never forget my favorite, most beautiful and best teacher-Miss Xue.
My teacher's composition 9 Every teacher has his own characteristics. Some teachers are fierce and domineering, some teachers are gentle and kind, some teachers are serious and quiet, and my teacher Rose is a humorous and wise teacher.
She is thin and tall. I remember once she wore a long white dress, which looked like a blank sheet of paper from a distance. As soon as the wind blows, she feels that she is going to fly. I was sweating for her at that time. Her slender hair is like a black waterfall. She dresses appropriately and often wears black and white shirts and blue jeans. She is as beautiful as a flower, no, she is simply a beautiful fairy who fell from the sky and was ordered by the world.
I remember the first time in her class, she introduced herself: "Hello, classmates, my nickname is Rose. By the way, it is a beautiful red rose, so I am also a beautiful person. " As soon as the teacher's words fell, the students burst into laughter. Later, she pointed to a withered rose on the wall and said, "It used to be a bright rose. I hope that after this semester, I am still a' bright' me. " There was another burst of laughter in the classroom. What a humorous and interesting teacher.
Teacher Ross is still a clever man. Once, the teacher sent a piece of paper with 99 idioms written on it. The teacher said, "Next, let's play a game. Rules of the game: There are 99 idioms in it. You can ask which idiom is in which position at will, for example, what is the idiom 10 or where is the writing flower? If you lose, copy a model essay. If I lose, each of you will be rewarded with 100. " At first, a dozen people swore to one person. However, Miss Ross actually answered all our questions. These 99 idioms are recited backwards, which is not a problem for her. I opened my eyes wide and admired her from the bottom of my heart, and my classmates were also lost.
Our rose teacher is such a humorous, witty and clever teacher.
My teacher's composition 10 Our teacher is a fierce but careful person.
Our teacher has short hair, acne all over his face and a pair of glasses on his high nose. Our teacher still has a big mouth. I don't know if it was born to scold us or for other reasons.
Our teacher speaks very loudly. Sometimes when reading with us, the voices of the 49 of us are not as loud as those of the teacher alone. After reading the book, it was all the teacher's voice, and we couldn't hear anything when we read it. Our teacher has many rules, such as not talking in class; Don't make noise in the classroom between classes; Keep quiet in the classroom; There can't be rubbish in the classroom. ...
Although teachers have many rules, they are sometimes very careful.
At that time, our school held a sports meeting, and the teacher was afraid that no one would go to the sports meeting to cheer for the athletes in our class, so he added an assignment to the students who didn't watch the sports meeting, that is, writing extra homework. So our class is the most popular in every sports meeting. The teacher was afraid that the athletes were too hot or hungry, so he made us spectators run around to buy bread, drinks, antipyretic stickers and so on, making everyone in our class want to be an athlete.
Although teachers are sometimes very careful, we should not forget the fierceness of teachers! Every time the teacher is away from class, we argue, either playing games or chatting. As soon as the teacher's figure appears, players pretend to borrow books or other things; Chatting classmates can only pretend to ask questions. Because the teacher can't talk, each of us has a lot of notes in our hands. Every time there is a noise in the classroom, as soon as the teacher appears, it immediately becomes quiet, just like a mouse sees a cat.
Our teacher is really fierce and careful!
My teacher's composition 1 1 When I was growing up, whenever I thought of my teacher, I wanted to say, "Thank you, my good teacher."
I am an introverted girl. My face turns red when I speak in front of strangers or many people. After discovering my weakness, the teacher tried to enlighten and encourage me. I remember once a class organized a speech activity, and the teacher asked the students to raise their hands to sign up. Many students scrambled to raise their hands, so I buried my head deeply on the table for fear that the teacher would find out. When I secretly looked up at the teacher, I found that the teacher's eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if to say to me, "Raise your hand, you are fine, believe in yourself." Suddenly, I was full of confidence and raised my hand high.
Another time, when we were in class, I suddenly felt a little sick and dizzy. After a while, a five-flavor bottle seemed to be knocked over in my mouth, and something seemed to hit me straight in my stomach. Wow, I threw up all over the floor, and even the table and textbooks were dirty. The students on the side quickly covered their noses and hid. The teacher was in class, and she quickly came over to let me sit by the platform and rest, and also poured me a cup of hot water for me to drink. Then clean up my dirty place and tidy it up carefully for me. Looking at the busy figure of the teacher, a warm current poured into the whole body, and my heart was full of deep gratitude to the teacher.
Teachers teach us knowledge and work hard day and night. Teachers care about our growth and teach us how to be human. The teacher is both a loving mother and a strict teacher, and our classmates respect you very much! Teacher!
I want to say solemnly again: "thank you, my good teacher!" " "
My teacher's composition 12 My Chinese teacher, Miss Zhang, has a kind face, bright eyes and hardworking hands. The most beautiful belongs to that brown hair, standing in the sun, shining, beautiful!
On one occasion, Mr. Zhang was in full swing in the class, but I secretly made small moves below. Teacher Zhang didn't notice it at first, but she soon found out that her sharp eyes suddenly came straight at me. I thought to myself: this is over. Should I copy a text or sue my parents? Never copy the text, otherwise, my hand will be "broken"! Just as I was immersed in my own imagination, Mr. Zhang had come to my side. Unexpectedly, the teacher didn't punish me, but said to me, "Pay attention next time, don't make small moves in class and listen carefully." I bowed my head in embarrassment.
Another time, I accidentally forgot my homework. When I got home that night, I confidently said to my mother, "Mom, I have finished my homework." As a result, when I went to school the next day and the team leader checked my homework, I couldn't get it out. Now it's over again. The team leader told Mr. Zhang that I didn't preview my homework. Teacher Zhang called me to the office and said to me seriously, "I didn't punish you for my little move last time, but now I forgot to do my homework." This is the last chance. If it is not corrected, it will be hell to pay. "
After coming out of the office, Mr. Zhang's words have been lingering in my mind. I silently said to myself, "Come on, don't live up to Teacher Zhang's tolerance and trust." Since then, I have never been criticized by Teacher Zhang.
My teacher's composition 13 Confucius once said: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." Indeed, time has taken away the things around me like running water, but she, my Chinese teacher, Miss Chen, has made me unforgettable.
Miss Chen is a gentle and beautiful female teacher. As soon as she graduated from college, she began to engage in the great and noble career of teaching. I still clearly remember the first time I met her: at that time, she had long hair with ponytails, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her tall nose was embedded in the melon face, which was particularly beautiful, with a few lovely pimples on her face and a gentle smile. She greeted every student with a smile, so that the students fell in love with her and her sweet smile as soon as they saw him.
In her spare time, she taught us the games she played when she was a child, and made students who answered incorrectly sing, such as Leo of Yico Zeng and Broken Snow of Wa. When they are singing, Miss Chen hums a tune gently, beats her hands and sings wonderful things. She can't help singing with them. Sweet songs echoed in the classroom, rippling in my heart, moving people. This is the voice of nature.
In physical education class, the teacher will also play badminton and bungee jumping with us. I don't know how to jump, so he will ask you for advice like a student. When she jumps wrong, she will play like a child. And we seem to forget that she is a teacher, and playing with her is a pleasure.
She will use the rest time to enrich our knowledge, and she will hold a crossword puzzle competition in class, so that we can exchange reading experiences in class.
Such a teacher is how we don't love and how we don't get close.
Although the teacher has left us, I will never forget his deep love and care for me.
My teacher's composition 14 asked which teacher is the best in our school, but the answer was really no good at once. But when it comes to "Mr. Pan's music class", everyone cheers like a competition. Because teacher Pan seems to have a magical power!
The bell rang and Miss Pan came in. When she saw that we were still arguing, we were shocked by a sentence: "I have brought the class roster of Mr. Zheng (the head teacher), and you can add it if you want!" This is the register for Mr. Zheng. ) "He said, and raised the brochure in Yang's hand. It is strange that the students who are usually called "bombs" by the teacher suddenly become quiet. It is precisely because of Mr. Pan's powerful magic that we "obey" Mr. Pan in every music class.
Another music class. We are studying tea things. Instead of attending class directly, the teacher asked, "Have you ever eaten the tea produced in Hangzhou?" "What kind?" This magical question immediately aroused our interest and followed Mr. Pan into the wonderful music world.
Teacher Pan's voice is also magical and pleasant to hear, sometimes sweet as honey and sometimes bitter as Chinese medicine. In my opinion, Teacher Pan's clothes also have magical ingredients. She used to wear a cartoon duckling hat, a cartoon flower skirt and a pair of lace sunglasses. Another time, she wore a dress called "Huang Partner", which was really cool!
As for why Teacher Pan has such magical power, I have speculated in my mind, but you must never tell anyone: she may be a witch!