I squatted by the window, staring at Shan Ye, intoxicated by the clusters of autumn chrysanthemums next to me. Flowers, like graceful beautiful girls, decorate the earth and add endless brilliance to nature. I asked why the flowers were so bright and beautiful. Mom told me it was because of the rain! Looking at the certificate posted on the wall again, I think of you, my dear and respectable teacher. Because of you, I can be condescending in my studies and stand out from the crowd! If I am a bright flower, then you are my rain.
Because of you, I know that writing is like being a man, and the words should be square and impartial. Shortly after I entered junior high school, I always wrote crooked words in order to get a quick picture. Since then, you have deliberately paid attention to me and always punished me for writing again. I am young and energetic, of course, I am not convinced, and the homework I have redone is even more sloppy. One day, you asked me to come to your office. I know a storm is coming, and I will be scolded by the teacher again. But later, it really surprised me. You didn't scold me or nag about education, but you wrote three words "people" on the table. Two of the "people" stagger, and the other is square and beautiful. You asked me softly which "person" is the most beautiful. I pointed to the correct word "person" without thinking. You looked at me admiringly and told me earnestly: "Writing is like being a man, you should be an upright man!" " "From then on, I wrote every word, keep your teachings in mind. I want to be horizontal and vertical, just like being a man, upright!
Because of you, I learned to be strong and brave. Failure in the exam is like a boulder weighing on my heart, which makes it difficult for me to breathe. At that time, in my world, the sky lost its blue, the sun faded its golden brilliance, and darkness ruled everything. You found me at the first time and made fun of me after learning of my lost mood. It was raining lightly at that time, and you dragged me to the playground. I feel that my heart is exposed to unprecedented ease and joy, and my withered heart is beating happily under the nourishment of rain. After a while, the rain gradually stopped. You show me the sky after the rain. I looked in the direction you pointed out. Seven colors of rainbows in the sky are shining beautifully. You told me that you can only see the beautiful rainbow after experiencing wind and rain. Your words are like a bright star, which illuminates my world and leads me to light and hope.
Dear and lovely teacher, thank you for your concern and love for me. You are a lamp, which illuminates the students' nocturnal journey. You are a fire, which warms the students' cold hearts. You are an umbrella, sheltering students from the wind and rain; You are a star, you are a candle, you are the sun, and you are a close relative of your classmates!
Thank you, teacher, and wish you a happy holiday!
The teacher taught me to write a composition of 300 words. On the road of my growth, I met many serious and responsible teachers. Different teachers have different personalities, and different teachers have given me different instruction. In my mind, the teacher is a meticulous knowledge giver and a tireless ideological educator.
The teacher is my happy sharer and my distressed listener. For more than ten years, apart from my parents, I am most familiar with teachers. Whenever I start to describe my teacher, I find that a thousand words are just faint ink. I can't think of any sentences to decorate the teacher, and there are no sentences to express my excitement and excitement at the moment. But I hope I can have the most beautiful language to express my lofty greetings to my teacher and give them to my dearest teacher! Not all trees are thirsty, but birch can; Not all people can teach others in obscurity, selfless dedication and tireless efforts, but all the teachers have done it ... Teacher, I want to say to you: your every move, your gestures are always displayed in front of my eyes; Your concern and care have been lingering in my mind; Every day you are with us is as clear as yesterday.
Teacher, I want to say to you: "If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't have achieved today;" Maybe I don't know how to be a man without you; If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't know how to be grateful! Once a teacher, always a father! I will always remember the knowledge you gave me.
3. Write a 400-word composition on the topic "My teacher taught me ()". I remember when I was in the third grade, picture books were very popular at that time, and they came out one after another, such as Wulongyuan, Doraemon and Poké mon ... I was naturally involved in the "book tide" and looked at those exaggerated cartoons and funny words. Needless to say, two words. Adults are against us, but we are extreme. So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. After one thing, I changed my mind.
I was watching Wulongyuan that day when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm screwed! But the teacher actually said, "Isn't it beautiful? I have a book to lend you! " I paused and said, "Good." After school, the teacher handed me a book. "Take a good look." I read the title of the book, How Steel was Tempered. I didn't understand it for a moment, so I took it home to see it.
I went home and looked at it, and I was immediately attracted. The hero Paul Chakokin's "steel" is so strong and unbreakable. Paul and I cried together, laughed together, laughed together, and felt sad together ... When I closed the book, I couldn't help but think about it and whispered "steel". I also want to be steel. I made a promise.
In the later days, I broke up with vulgar and naive picture books. I fell in love with those heavy books. Reading a famous book is talking to the people in it. I read Robinson Crusoe and Robinson told me to learn to stand on my own feet. I read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Tom told me that only exploration can have "treasure". You can't read books casually, and it's useless to read too many cartoons. I thank my teacher for teaching me to read.
The third grade composition teacher taught me one thing. 100 Teacher Zhao is our head teacher and our Chinese teacher.
My teacher wrote 100.
Look, here comes a man: tall, thick, broad shoulders, white skin, long hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick lips and oval face. She is Miss Zhao.
Teacher Zhao is very strict. Her eyes are like traffic lights. Once, the teacher was talking to the parents at the door of the classroom, and the students really quarreled. Miss Zhao turned around and gave us a look. The eyes seemed to say, "Why are you talking?" The classroom suddenly became silent.
Every time we see Miss Zhao's eyes, we all know what to do.
My teacher taught me how to write 300 words. My Chinese teacher is Miss Deng. I love her very much.
She wears a pair of glasses and has short hair. Sometimes she is kind and sometimes she is strict.
When we did well in the exam, or made progress in our studies, she smiled and praised us, narrowing her eyes into a line, which looked good. But when we don't do our homework seriously or pay attention to the lecture in class, she will seriously criticize us and ask us to correct our mistakes immediately. At this time, we are all afraid of her and never dare to disobey us again.
I remember one time, for fun, I made my homework ugly. She called me to the office and said angrily, "Cheng Huan, how can you write this homework so ugly and how can you be careless in your study!" " "My face turned red. I quickly and seriously redone my homework under the supervision of my teacher, who is a strict person.
My teacher is very strict, but sometimes she is very kind. I remember one day, I was playing with my classmates and accidentally scratched my scalp. The teacher quickly brought tea oil and cotton swabs from the office to help me smear the wound carefully. At this time, I feel that the teacher is just like my mother.
My teacher is really a good teacher! I love my teacher!
6. "The teacher taught me to write" composition 500 words The teacher is a hard gardener who pays for others all day without asking for anything in return; The teacher is the guide, let us embark on the road of civilization.
Every time I think of Mr. Dong, the scene of teaching me to write will come to my mind. It was a sunny Monday, and the teacher was teaching us to write "one".
The teacher said: "The word' one' is actually a short horizontal line. It should be short, strong and straight. Please write it in your notebook. " At this time, because there was no ruler, "one" was written as "~". When the teacher saw my "~", he said to me, "Ji Xiaojing, the word" one "should be written short and straight, not as a wavy line."
So, I tried to write it again, but I wrote "one" as "1". The teacher took pains to say, "Well, first draw a horizontal line of 1 cm with a ruler.
Then, slowly move the ruler away, that's all. "I follow the teacher's steps, and slowly, I can write the word' one'.
At this time, I saw the teacher sweating with anxiety. The bell rang, and the teacher paid so much for me! Yes, isn't our teacher like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others? .
7. Write the composition that the teacher taught me. The teacher taught me to draw. In life, there are sad things, happy things, unforgettable things and touching things.
It has happened for a long time, and I am still deeply moved by it. One day in the third grade, the art teacher was Miss Wang.
Once after class, Mr. Wang came up to me and said, "Zhang Jiahao, come to my office after school and I will teach you to draw a tiger." "Knock, knock, knock, knock ..." After school, I had forgotten about it. When I passed the office, I suddenly remembered what the teacher said to me after class. No ... I knocked on the office door and gently pushed it away. As I expected, Miss Wang is looking forward to me! She said to me enthusiastically, "You're here at last. Come, come. "
Teacher Wang said, while picking up a brush and dipping it in the ink that had already been prepared, he taught me one by one. How time flies! Ten minutes ... twenty minutes ... half an hour ... an hour ... When the teacher finished speaking, he looked up at his watch. It's already eight o'clock.
Miss Wang remembered that my homework had not been written, so he said to me, "Let's call it a day. Go home and practice more. " Said, and took out some good paper from the cupboard and gave it to me.
Just as we were about to close the door and leave, it suddenly rained heavily. I don't have an umbrella, and I'm in a hurry. Teacher Wang took out his umbrella and said kindly, "Come on, I'll take you home."
Teacher Wang told me how to draw a good picture when he gave it to me. It was not until I was sent to the door that Mr. Wang reluctantly waved goodbye to me.
When I saw Miss Wang's back slowly disappearing in the rain, I silently thought: Miss Wang, you are really my good teacher. I really appreciate it． I can draw very well. "I am very touched by this incident.
8. Write my teacher's composition. Just write one thing. It must be the third grade level. The number of 300 fish can't live without water, and birds can't live without trees. Naturally, our growth is inseparable from teachers.
My favorite teacher is my head teacher, Miss Mao. All the clothes she wears are beautiful, and her shiny black hair hangs over her shoulders like a small black waterfall.
A pair of bright eyes. A smile reveals white teeth, and there are two deep dimples next to it.
Teacher Mao's lectures are lively and interesting, and her humorous explanations always make us listen with relish. She is kind-hearted, gentle and considerate, and often helps me solve my study difficulties. Every time I get good grades, Teacher Mao always encourages me to say, "Little Morning Heron, you should continue to work hard! Come on! " But when I don't obey the discipline and don't listen in class, Teacher Mao will severely criticize me.
Every progress I make is inseparable from her care and teaching. Teacher Mao is not only a diligent gardener, but also a gentle and considerate mother.
Her love for her students is better than the beauty of the rainbow; She cares about me, cares about me and loves me. I remember that in the winter of the second day of junior high school, one afternoon after school, when night fell, my mother had not come to pick me up. The wind is blowing and the leaves are rustling, which makes me a little creepy.
Teacher Mao saw it, so he sat and chatted with me and waited with me. Seeing that it was getting late and the night wind was cold, she put on a coat for me.
She smiled and said to me, "Don't worry, mom will be here soon!" " "This kind of comfort is sweeter than mother's kind greetings. Teacher Mao has a beautiful heart like an angel. How can I not like her? My head teacher, Mr. Zhang, is about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin.
Teacher Zhang's bright and stern eyes scanned each of us. The most beautiful thing about Teacher Zhang is her mouth under her high nose.
You can also contribute to Miss Zhang's erudition. Whether it is astronomy and geography, idiom stories, historical changes, or poems and songs, Barry can always speak vividly in her mouth. Therefore, she became the idol of our class, and some students even called her a "gifted female teacher".
Teacher Zhang is also very careful in preparing lessons. Although she was exhausted after a day's work, she still insisted on preparing lessons and writing lesson plans when she got home.
No wonder, the lessons that Mr. Zhang gives us are always so colorful, and every text makes us immersive. She not only taught us the knowledge in class, but also let us know a lot of extracurricular knowledge. Every class lets us enter a colorful new world.
Teacher Zhang's blackboard writing is all over the blackboard, and the handwriting is so beautiful. In this way, under her spring education, we "ugly ducklings" gradually became "white swans".
What impressed us most was Mr. Zhang's professionalism. We went to report for duty at the beginning of this semester, but we didn't see Teacher Zhang.
What's going on here? It turned out that Teacher Zhang was ill and took advantage of the winter vacation to open a knife and needed a rest. The school arranged for Mr. Xia to replace the class teacher. Because Mr. Xia was not familiar with us, we secretly enjoyed ourselves.
Ha ha! Great, we can relax! However, after only one day, we felt that we couldn't see Mr. Zhang and couldn't hear his voice. We always feel something is missing and empty. Teacher Zhang is really hard when he is not in class! We are all looking forward to Mr. Zhang coming to our class early. On the fourth day of school, when we saw teacher Zhang suddenly appear at the door of the classroom, we couldn't believe it. You don't say! Didn't teacher Zhang come to work in March? When we were sure that Mr. Zhang was standing at the door, the whole class was boiling, and everyone could not help but welcome Mr. Zhang with warm applause.
We clearly know that Mr. Zhang is afraid that we can't keep up with our homework, so he gambled on his health and came to work early. Our hearts are warm, and we are deeply grateful to our teachers for their love.
But looking at teacher Zhang's pale face, our hearts are so contradictory that tears are spinning in our eyes. Teacher Zhang's selfless dedication to students and teaching touched everyone.
We are deeply moved. Only by studying hard and getting excellent grades can we repay Mr. Zhang's love for each of our classmates. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute teacher Zhang, teacher Zhang, where is your home, and your home is at school; Where is your heart? Your heart is in the students.
Teacher Zhang, I believe that your words and deeds will blossom and bear fruit in our young hearts. She is a teacher who loves to laugh.
She is a teacher that I will never forget. My heart will always be engraved with her appearance-my first teacher, teacher Zhu.
Teacher Zhu is not tall, with short black hair and a pair of glasses on his high nose. Teacher Zhu loves to laugh. When she smiles, two dimples appear on her cheeks.
She is always so amiable. I'm in grade five now, but every time I see her, my heart is always warm. Shortly after entering beijing east road Primary School from kindergarten, my friends and I were strangers, and we were all a little scared when we arrived at school.
Teacher Zhu is like a fairy who can read our minds. She asked each of us to make a business card to introduce ourselves. As soon as we heard it, we all had a lot of energy, because in the past only adults had business cards, and now we can have our own business cards. On that day, my classmates excitedly exchanged business cards with each other. I took a thick stack, and suddenly my friend and I became old friends.
Teacher Zhu is on the podium, smiling at us. Before the second grade winter vacation, the weather suddenly turned cold. When I was doing my homework, my little hands were red with cold.
One afternoon after school, Teacher Zhu called me to the office and handed me a pair of wool gloves, which were the most popular and warm style at that time. Teacher Zhu patted me on the shoulder, smiled and teased me and said, "Young man, put on these gloves in class. Your handwriting is beautiful again!" " "At that moment, my whole body suddenly became warm, and I felt Mr. Zhu's earnest care for the students.
Later, I learned that at noon that day, Teacher Zhu went to the store and bought me this pair of gloves. When I came home at night, my parents were surprised.
9. My teacher's composition is about 350 words. Do you still remember me Yes, I am the girl with average grades, but she is the first in the class.
Since the first grade of primary school, my grades have not been in the top ten in my class, but since you taught me, I have gradually gained confidence. When I read my homework, you will clap first, like a slow spring breeze, warming my heart. You are like a poor man, who has gone through hardships.
You are very strict with me, so I must get into the top three. You are like that poor man. Although bitter, it is good for your health.
Teacher, I remember the first time you scolded me, your harsh words made me cry. But after school, your teaching made me understand that crying can't solve the problem, and people need to be strong to succeed. At this time, you are more like that poor man, bitter but unforgettable.
As time went on, I learned more knowledge. Blink of an eye, I will enter junior high school and leave my alma mater, but I still can't forget you, my teacher, my dear teacher! Even if I lose my memory one day, I will never forget your hard teaching, my teacher! I want to look at you with tears, my teacher! I will work harder in my later life!