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She has long black hair, a white face, a pair of crooked arch eyebrows, a pair of big watery eyes, a pair of glasses, a red mouth and a high nose. She is my head teacher, Miss Wang Ruiling.

Teacher Wang's class is very good, so all students like her class. Teacher Wang Can spoke a boring text brilliantly. Some students always use the time after class to consult Mr. Wang when they encounter problems they don't understand. At this time, Mr. Wang will always patiently explain to the students. If the students still don't understand, Mr. Wang will speak for the second time and the third time ... until the students understand.

Teacher Wang is very concerned about his classmates. I remember once, I had a high fever and didn't go to school for two days in a row. Miss Wang called my home to express sympathy for my illness and told me to have a good rest and she would make up lessons for me.

Teacher Wang is like a diligent gardener, more like a seeder that never rusts.

My junior high school physics teacher walked into our school. If you see a big man with small eyes and a sunny middle-aged male teacher, it must be my physics teacher-Miss Zhou.

Teacher Zhou's smiling face looks like Grandpa Sun painted by a child, which makes us feel so kind! In class, Miss Zhou always smiles and teaches us to solve problems. Whenever we encounter a difficult problem, he always demonstrates the problem-solving process on the blackboard and recites his famous saying-"There is no big difficulty", and we immediately take the next sentence-"Small difficulties can be overcome!" "There is no difficulty! Don't you think this problem will be solved? " Teacher Zhou smiled and narrowed her eyes into a crescent moon: "So, in the face of difficulties, we must despise it in order to overcome it!" " "Then he gave a hearty laugh.

I can't help wondering that a difficult problem has been solved in his hand.

Whenever I encounter setbacks in the future, I always follow Mr. Zhou's example and recite his famous saying: "There is no big difficulty ..." When we make mistakes because of being naughty, Mr. Zhou takes another unique way, which is exaggerated by the students as: "The knife hides in the smile."

"I remember that time, when we were studying the magnetic field, a male classmate sitting in the front row always playfully craned his neck to blow the compass on the edge of the podium.

Without saying anything, Mr. Zhou picked up the compass, walked to the classmates in two steps, put the compass on the table and said with a smile, "You like to blow, then you can blow hard!" "His efforts made us laugh.

How is he? Still smiling.

Teacher Zhou walked slowly back to the podium and told us a story: "I loved crying when I was a child, and my mother never coaxed me."

Every time I cry, she brings me a big basin and says to me,' You cry into the basin with tears.

I don't know when it will be full! So I stopped crying right away.

"Say that finish just looked at the classmate" hey hey "smiled.

Smile so naively, just like a child.

I am always happy when I am with Teacher Zhou! His happiness infected me, so I can always face every moment of life with a smile.

My teacher stared at the 300-word composition of Grade One for countless times. Time is like a quiet river, so it quietly slips away from me.

When I look back, I occasionally feel ripples, and my heart is filled with a surge. It suddenly dawned on me that the three-foot platform and three thousand peaches and plums are all watered by sweat, and the years are condensed. Finally, I know that the name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the fame engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, such a common name is engraved in our hearts, which really lasts forever.

Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered; Some people say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable; Others say that teachers are engineers of human souls and sowers of hope and happiness.

However, you are just an ordinary person. You use the podium every day and the lights every night to paint a blueprint of life. There are you, me and many children here. Generation after generation, they laughed, studied and grew ... until the years frosted you, the silkworms vomited silk, your smile lit up the sunshine in September, and your eyes reflected the fruits of autumn, beautiful, bright and a little warm.

The creator created the best feelings between nature and human beings. As a teacher, students' love and beauty, kindness and affection are gradually sublimated in this teaching and learning environment. The love of parents, the affection of friends and the friendship between teachers and students are like lilies blooming quietly. After time's tempering, the unique quiet and elegant fragrance penetrated into our hearts and opened our hearts for a long time.

The ancients said: "The mountains are high and the water is long, and the sun and the moon are long." Teacher, a sincere, kind and beautiful name, is like an empty valley and a gurgling stream, watering the once tender heart bit by bit.

When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach.

When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.

Autumn in September, fruitful, countless hearts are stirred by traction, even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... let the clear spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; Let the spiritual paradise flourish and write a long-term future.

Teacher, a name that can be forgotten.

How many wonderful ripples have been aroused by poetic words and philosophical thinking! Every inch of grass does not make spring, and peaches and plums are everywhere. Teacher, you set an example and draw an extraordinary life with an ordinary brush. That is, Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres.

New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

On the journey of life, we have experienced hardships and tribulations. Teacher, you gave me colorful rainbows after the rain. How can I thank you? Stepping through every corner of my heart, every inch of my heart is full of respect for you.

Just like on a snowy winter night, I came to the hearth from the windy outdoor; Teacher, your care, like the deep red of charcoal, has given me infinite warmth.

How can I not thank you? A loving irrigation and some hard work will lead to gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat.

May my gratitude turn into a bunch of flowers that will never fade and bring fragrance to your life.

Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. On the left is the endless spring grass scenery, and on the right is the endless bloody sunset. Your figure stands in the middle so that we won't get lost.

Figure, proud figure, teacher, let us remember your honor and future with the laughter and tears of youth.

Hello, composition teacher, my good teacher, junior high school 300 words. I am a good teacher in junior high school. You are like the unknown root, which makes the young trees grow sturdily, and the branches are covered with rich fruits, but you don't ask for anything in return. Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, nurturing our happy growth and cultivating peaches and plums to bloom all over the world.

Teacher, it is you who guide us to a sunny life.

You said, "Only by working hard and studying hard can we change our destiny.

"Teacher, I will always remember your words. Your words moisten my heart like spring rain.

Teacher, you are responsible and orderly.

Teacher, your lecture is really colorful. Every chapter and every section seems to open a window in front of me, showing me a colorful new world ... Your lecture language is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, as exciting as a rushing river ... Your gentle voice makes me feel that every class is very interesting. Although sometimes you speak in English in class, I ..

I clearly remember that under my leadership, you can rest assured that our class's broadcast gymnastics has achieved perfect results.

Because of your free English class and the leadership of our popular teacher Zhao, we still feel happy and happy even if we feel very hard.

Although we find it difficult to exercise in the hot sun, we will not give up easily and will not be depressed.

When we were performing, I asked you cheerfully, "How was our game this time?" You smiled and said to me, "Yes!" Dear teacher Qin, the light of wisdom that emanates from us will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.

I learned a lot about life because of you.

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My junior high school life is a 300-word junior high school composition, which our teacher asked me to write! Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! From childhood to adulthood, we will meet many teachers in our life. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious and some are humorous ... My favorite teacher is our Chinese teacher, Miss Yang. All the teachers have been with us since the fifth grade. The teacher is very beautiful, of medium build, with thin figure, long black hair, sometimes shawl, sometimes a handful of masson pine, and a kind and bright heart embedded under the curved eyebrows.

The teacher is a gentle and cautious person, and treats us like our own children, which makes us feel very kind.

The teacher speaks so vividly that the students all like to attend her class. The teacher is meticulous and responsible for our study.

Every assignment will be marked and checked, and problems will be carefully explained when found. The students respect her very much.

If we don't behave well in our study, the teacher will get angry occasionally. A few days ago, when we were in the last text, a classmate who didn't listen carefully was seen by the teacher, and he was furious and severely criticized because it was rare to see the teacher so angry. At that time, we were also shocked.

After that, the teacher continued the class, and the students' wonderful answers made the teacher feel very satisfied.

Miss Yang, our Chinese teacher, I will never forget you.

My teacher's composition is 300 words. My teacher's most respected teacher is my head teacher. She is strict with us and loves us as much as her mother. The teacher has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. She didn't let me go home until I wrote neatly and regularly. I was very sad. Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? This is a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mother why I was stuck. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's request is right, and she is responsible for you. You can write good words for yourself, and no one can steal them. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention. I keep practicing calligraphy every day. No matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and regularly. After a while, my handwriting is more beautiful and standardized than before, and I have been praised by teachers many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements! Teachers are strict with us in study and care about us in life. There are 46 students in our class. In order to make students devote themselves to their studies, teachers visit every family in their spare time and know every child's family well, so as to give us timely care. The teacher will also observe! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will personally take her classmates to see a doctor so that they can get timely treatment. Once I accidentally cut my hand while playing. The teacher knew about it and quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was particularly excited at that time. I really had such a request.

Junior high school composition: "My teacher" 600-word composition Every student has his own teacher. The teacher is like his mother, constantly taking care of us, giving us lectures and teaching us to be human, and so is my teacher Zhang.

Teacher Zhang has short hair. He is almost fifty years old this year, but he is still full of energy in class.

Shiny eyes, high nose, smiling at the corners of her mouth, and sometimes telling us jokes.

When Mr. Gan reads the text, he often brings us into a fairy tale world.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Which teacher doesn't want his students to grow up healthily and happily? Once, I went to an activity with several classmates and missed my homework. After school, Mr. Gan took the initiative to make up lessons for us.

The teacher has had two classes and should have a good rest and have a cup of tea.

But Mr. Gan didn't even drink a mouthful of water, so he gave us a lecture directly.

Looking at the teacher's chapped lips and listening to the teacher's hoarse voice, how can you not be moved? Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

When we first entered the school and rejoiced to be a primary school student, Mr. Gan left a deep impression in our hearts-teachers are sacred, great and selfless, and we respect teachers more than parents.

Under her education, we began to learn from A, O and E, and we were able to write beautiful compositions, and even become college students and useful talents on all fronts in the future, all of which were permeated with the hard work of teachers.

No matter how bad our study is, the teacher always helps us until we catch up. No matter how good our study is, the teacher will always be strict with us and will not be partial or partial to us.

She prepares lessons day and night and corrects her homework.

The flying chalk ash dyed her hair white, but the vigorous blackboard writing and heavy knowledge pointed out the course of life for us.

In this crisp September, let me offer my most sincere wishes to my teacher: Dear Mr. Gan, I wish you a happy holiday!

Ask for a composition about a person (writing about a teacher) My favorite teacher. I have loved English classes since primary school, so I have a unique feeling for English teachers.

Teachers have devoted everything to education, their deepest love to students, but what they have left for themselves is the autumn frost on their temples.

The English teacher in grade seven impressed me the most.

He is a female teacher, surnamed Zuo, with black and shiny hair! Small eyes always emit soft light, and a smile makes students feel kind. The students all call him "Mr. Zuo!" "Laughter is beautiful.

But in my heart, Teacher Zuo's smile is the most beautiful.

Before, I thought the teacher scared me the most.

But teacher Zuo smiles at us almost every time in class, which makes me suddenly understand that the teacher is not scary, but makes us feel amiable! Teacher Zuo's smile adds a lot of color to his vivid English class.

Therefore, we all love to listen to his lectures.

But Mr. Zuo sometimes gets angry.

I remember once, after the math teacher finished the homework, the students began to make a scene: some stood up and spoke; Some walk around the classroom at will; Even the students sitting in the seats joined the excitement.

The classroom is really crowded with people.

At this moment, Teacher Zuo came into the classroom.

When the students saw Mr. Zuo's smiling face suddenly became serious, they became quiet and the classroom suddenly became silent.

Teacher Zuo said sternly, "Who told you to be so noisy?" The students were silent.

"Help me copy the text of Lesson 7, quickly!" Everyone seems to realize their mistakes and copy them obediently.

Finally, perhaps Mr. Zuo couldn't bear to let us copy, so he stopped us.

He said earnestly, "classmates, time is yours, and wasting time is also your business." However, since you have so much time to play, you might as well take out your books to read, which will save time and improve your learning efficiency.

"Ah, this is what Teacher Zuo expects of us. He wants us to be useful materials! I always use this sentence to motivate myself. I will read books and learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge whenever I have time.

To tell the truth, who wouldn't want to be such a good teacher? May teacher Zuo's sweet smile stay on her face forever! Whenever I see his kind smile, I want to sing a song about my love for Mr Zuo!

My teacher's composition is 300 words. My Chinese teacher's surname is Xie, but she is very young. She is only in her thirties this year.

Medium build, with a pair of striking eyes under curved eyebrows.

With long black hair on his shoulders.

Her language in class is particularly accurate, vivid and loud.

So I like Chinese class very much now.

I remember once, Teacher Xie told us an article "Prime Minister Shili", and some students were in tears.

Because: the scene of this incident has been accompanied by Teacher Xie's beautiful language, and even I am about to shed sad tears.

Our teacher Xie is sometimes gentle to us and sometimes serious to us.

I remember once, during the winter vacation, I forgot to write eight compositions.

At the beginning of school, I showed my homework to Teacher Xie, and he gave me eight sticks.

My face sank and I returned to my seat, thinking: I want revenge.

Teacher Xie said kindly, "Everyone who makes mistakes must be punished.

"This is our Chinese teacher.

My teacher's composition is 300 words. She has long black hair, a pair of curved arch eyebrows hanging on her fair face, a pair of big watery eyes, a pair of glasses and a red mouth under her high nose.

She is my head teacher, Miss Wang Ruiling.

Teacher Wang's class is very good, so all students like her class.

Teacher Wang Can spoke a boring text brilliantly.

Some students always use the time after class to consult Mr. Wang when they encounter problems they don't understand. At this time, Mr. Wang will always patiently explain to the students.

If the students still don't understand, Mr. Wang will speak for the second time and the third time ... until the students understand.

Teacher Wang is very concerned about his classmates.

I remember once, I had a high fever and didn't go to school for two days in a row.

Miss Wang called my home to express sympathy for my illness and told me to have a good rest and she would make up lessons for me.

Teacher Wang is like a diligent gardener, more like a seeder that never rusts.

I like Miss Wang.

My teacher's composition is 300 words. Teacher Chen is my Chinese teacher and our head teacher.

Miss Chen is slim, with black hair and talking eyes.

She often tells us how to study with some simple stories.

On one occasion, in the composition class, many students met words that they couldn't write, so they asked Mr. Chen how to write.

Teacher Chen told us that we should look up the words we can't write in the dictionary, and told a joke: once upon a time, there was a man who was too lazy to write, and the words he couldn't write were represented by a circle.

Once, this man wanted to write a letter to his uncle. He wrote "dear old uncle" like this. If he can't write the word "uncle", he will draw a circle to show that he has heard that you are ill. If he can't write the word "sick", he will draw a circle to show that you should take good care of yourself. Last time, he couldn't write the word "sick" and circled again, "Don't get out of bed casually".

After his uncle received the letter, he didn't cry or laugh. The letter is like this: "Dear old egg, I heard that you laid eggs. You should take good care of them and don't lay eggs casually.

"Everyone burst into laughter, some laughing their heads off, some laughing at my desk, and me? I laughed till tears came out.

Miss Chen, I like you to give us lessons! There are many teachers in my teacher's 300-word composition, but one teacher impressed me deeply. She is the new teacher I just met-Miss Chen. Teacher Chen is tall and slim, and often wears long petals. Teacher Chen is gentle and considerate, and always says "dear child" in class. In addition, Teacher Chen always smiles, which makes it easier for us to communicate with Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen is very eloquent. She spoke beautifully in class, which aroused my great interest in Chinese class. Teacher Chen is also a good teacher who cares about others. Once, I was sick and she was in a hurry. She quickly called my parents and took me to the school doctor's office first. Then she asked my parents to take me to the hospital in time. After returning to school from the hospital, Teacher Chen eagerly asked, "Are you all right?" What did the doctor say? "The teacher's concern deeply touched my heart. Teacher Chen is not only a good teacher, but also a loving mother. I will try my best to repay the teacher with the best results. I am proud to have a teacher like you! My teacher's composition is 300 words. My teacher's surname is Chen. She is a kind-hearted person in her thirties. She is easy-going and informal. For example, after class, we call her "Boss Chen". She is not angry at all, and she is happy to ask you questions.

Don't think she is easy-going, we can have classes at will.

In her class, I dare say that every student is very nervous.

Although she always explains every question slowly, she always asks questions from time to time. If you can't answer a question, she won't let you sit down easily, but will help you guide you bit by bit until you finally answer.

In our class, even the most naughty students say, "Don't try to sneak into Teacher Chen's class. If you are not careful, you will be asked to answer questions. Sweat if you can't answer! " Other teachers are chasing us to ask questions, but Teacher Chen is chasing us to ask questions.

As long as anyone is found to have a problem with his homework, she must find him, ask him to do it again, and then explain it to him again.

Once, I miscalculated a number and she called me over. I know it's wrong, but some people disagree. She told me, "Don't think it doesn't matter if you count wrong. There was a coolie in the former Soviet Union who couldn't go back to the land because of miscalculation and finally lost his life.

"As soon as I heard this, I quickly corrected my mistake seriously, but I thought to myself: Don't scare me! Later, when I read this article in a magazine, I realized that the teacher didn't scare me. It's true! I admire our teacher Chen very much. She taught us to be serious! My teacher's composition is 300 words. My Chinese teacher is surnamed Wang. She is very kind. She was transferred from Yanshan Primary School. She always talks and laughs with us in class. If we do something wrong, she will tell us not to make the same mistake again.

I remember that day, Zhao lost money. The teacher didn't call the classmate out at once, but said to us, "He must have lost his money. Some students have found it and haven't come yet. " ...

The teacher praised Chen Tingting in Class Four, Grade One. A summer vacation passed quickly and we entered a new school year. At the same time, we also ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. All the knowledge we have learned is inseparable from the teacher's teaching and embodies the teacher's hard work. The teacher is like a hardworking gardener, watering us with hard work. In order to grow up and learn more knowledge, teachers don't know how much sweat they have to bear. But they don't want anything in return. Every exercise book we do, the teacher is very serious and corrects it carefully, and prepares lessons late at night. There is a poem that is well written: "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night." Teachers are like spring silkworms, they only serve others, ask for nothing in return, never complain, and never serve others seriously. Isn't this selfless dedication worthy of admiration, even though you have it? Although your academic performance is good, the teacher will not be partial to you and protect you, but will be strict with you in all aspects. I hope you can wake up by going up a flight of stairs. The teacher is full of love and treats every student equally. Now that Teacher's Day is coming, what gifts should we give our teachers? Our best gift to teachers is our progress. Only in this way can the teacher feel gratified. In this golden September, let's offer our most sincere wishes to the teachers! Holy Messenger Ma Xiaojuan, Class 1 (1), Teacher's Day is coming in September 10. At this moment, there are countless words in my heart that I want to talk to my teacher ... I remember when my parents took my little hand and stepped into the classroom door for the first time, I felt so nervous that my heart seemed to jump out of my body. However, seeing the kind eyes of the teacher, my heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The teacher extended a loving hand to me, and I looked at the teacher with timid eyes. The teacher looked at me with her bright eyes that seemed to burn sparks. So I slowly extended my trembling hand to the teacher's hand. In this way, my study career began. For six years, my teacher gave me meticulous care: when I was sick, my teacher took care of me meticulously. During the break, the teacher plays with us like friends; When I got good grades, the teacher didn't send me congratulations, but sounded the alarm for me. When I failed, felt sad and lost confidence, the teacher came to my side, gently pressed those warm hands on my head and told me ancient stories, which helped me regain my courage, confidence and move on. In this way, I thrive under the care of my teacher and roam freely in the ocean of knowledge. Finally, a teacher is like this hardworking silkworm. She taught us all her knowledge at the expense of herself. People compare teachers to hardworking gardeners and burning candles. This is absolutely correct. Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate flowers and place their hopes on the future of the motherland. Like a burning candle, it paved a golden road for me with its own light and heat! I praise the teacher, praise the teacher's fearless and selfless dedication. Teachers are sacred and beautiful messengers in the world! The teacher impressed me the most when I remembered Class Two, Grade Three with deep affection. If the father loves mountains, then the teacher's love is as endless as running water. It melts into streams and rivers, nourishing a promising land, and then slowly dries up, reflecting colorful colors on the flowers' faces. Plain, no need to explain. Has become an indelible belief in my heart. In the cold winter, in the hot summer, where time stays, the teacher's footprints are printed. Time flies, the former teacher is no longer in his prime, and his forehead has been deeply wrinkled by years. The youth contributed by teachers has become an unforgettable memory for me. Under the starry sky on a summer night, when you look into the distance, is the brightest star you? Under your education, the flowers bloom so proudly and Kunpeng flies so fiercely! Behind happiness, you bury yourself in layers of dead leaves. Sprinkle a deep affection in my heart and dedicate it to you, my teacher. Teacher's eyes (3) My head teachers, Mr. Xu Qiong and Mr. Xie, have a pair of very ordinary eyes, which are small, not beautiful and not bright, hidden under those thick glasses. These ordinary eyes often twinkle in funeral march. That class. I didn't care about the people around me until my sharp eyes stared at me and the dazzling sun shone on the thick lenses. Although I couldn't see the eyes behind the camera clearly, I obviously felt fear and couldn't help shivering, but the teacher's eyes only stayed on me for a few seconds, and then moved away. I didn't notice any expression of the teacher at all. From then on, I didn't dare to play tricks again, for fear ... I was eliminated by Sun Shan in the final exam. The nameless feelings in my heart kept coming to my mind and turned into tears of regret in my eyes, but I held back. I didn't look the teacher in the eye as before, because I was afraid. But just as I turned around, the teacher said, "Xu Qiong, you have to stand up again!" " I turned around, facing the teacher's calm eyes, slowly turned around, and two lines of tears immediately slipped down my cheeks. This time I am not afraid, but deeply grateful. Although the teachers' eyes are ordinary, I have read a lot from them ... Interpretation of a sentence (6) Lin Xiaojun is young in class, and I have grown up slowly under the enlightenment and edification of my teacher. Beginners' compositions all outline the image of teachers' earnest teaching. I remember that writing has become my heart disease since I looked at pictures and wrote. What I have produced are vulgar "junk works", which are extremely boring. Once, as usual, my composition was unremarkable, but after the composition book was sent out, I opened it and saw a bright red comment: "You are great, you wrote well." ...

Please indicate the source? My teacher's 300-word composition is the first impression of a pair of teachers in senior high school.