My teacher's sixth grade composition 1 There are thousands of Qian Qian people in the world. How many people have devoted their lives to an immortal career? ...
There is such a career, which has neither superior income nor leisure, but some people are still willing to do it. Is the teacher of the people.
In the Wenchuan earthquake, the images of too many ordinary teachers shocked our hearts. They used their lives to explain what is responsibility and what is a people's teacher.
When the earthquake came, maybe they thought their loved ones were buried under the rubble, but in the face of danger, they still moved the students ... They didn't know that the reinforced concrete that hit them would take their lives, and they would never see their families, but they resolutely chose to leave the chance of life to the students. ...
The teachers around us may not have done such an earth-shattering feat, but they are also abiding by their duties with ordinary actions.
Do we ever remember that in class, when we deserted, the teacher gave us a "severe" reprimand? We didn't understand the meaning of the word "teacher-student love", but felt that his criticism embarrassed us, which led to hatred. We even turned a deaf ear to what he said about being a man, as if we regarded opposing and refuting the teacher as a kind of ability and courage.
Now think about how ridiculous and childish my thoughts and mistakes are. When we were about to go astray, how did the teacher pull us back from the cliff? How harsh and annoying those "harsh" words sounded at that time. In hindsight, it cannot be denied that it is true.
Teacher, although many times, we don't understand your harsh behavior and words, you still don't regret it. When my life is dark, light a lamp for me.
Thank you for your selfless dedication, illuminating the dark corner of my life!
My teacher is called Zhu Xianghui. Listening to this name, I thought it was a woman, but it was actually a man. Teacher Zhu is ugly, and not only ugly. As the saying goes, people can't judge by their appearance, and the sea water can't be measured. When we judge a book by its cover, we are all dead wrong. Although he is ugly, he has passed CET 8! Awesome!
To make matters worse, take his class. Every class in his class is unusual. Especially the naughty students in the class, they are simply cautious and timid. For them, taking English classes should be as painful as going to hell. Why? Because if you are not careful, you will "fall into the deep valley"-accept the test of "torture". In the process of "torture", girls in the class applauded. In the English teacher's words, that is: "Revenge the English class, rehabilitate. If these boys bully girls again and again, come to me! " These words are in the hearts of girls.
I admire the English teacher's "two sticks" most. You must fight with both hands. After the teacher's "beating", your hand hurts for half a class. The second is "squatting on the bench"-pull out the bench, and then you sit in the air in the same posture as sitting on the bench. In 20 minutes, you will be sweating like a pig! These two movements are not cruel, and the most cruel is "smiling face". The English teacher will pat you on the shoulder and say something to you with a smile. At this time, he will show his jagged big teeth, which will make you "creepy".
Of course, girls are sometimes beaten. I have learned the first two moves, but I haven't "enjoyed" the third one. Now I don't have that honor. So I think there is a sentence that is very suitable to describe English class, and that is: how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
Needless to say, the English score of our class is guaranteed to be the first in every exam. The English teacher often uses force, and our classmates actually like him. In the "most popular teacher" selection organized by the school, English teachers actually ranked first.
I like my English teacher. What about you?
Who is my teacher? Who taught us to respect others? Who gave us knowledge? Who is not tired of correcting homework under the all-night light? When we needed help, who gave us a helping hand? That is our dearest teacher! From kindergarten to now, I have met many teachers, gentle, humorous and strict ... Liu Xuemei is a person who really goes through my heart and stays in my heart!
Miss Liu has a round face, which is very cute and loves to laugh. Seeing her is like a spring breeze, and a pair of purple-rimmed glasses makes her more quiet. A handsome and refreshing short hair, especially energetic. She has been my head teacher since grade one. In the past five years, she has touched us with practical actions!
Teacher Liu's classes are always lively and interesting. Naturally, we all try to speak. Some students have a deep understanding of the text, raise their hands frequently, and often sweep all the knowledge points like firecrackers, resulting in some students not being able to keep up with the progress and having no chance to raise their hands to speak. Teacher Liu will wave us to sit down and give those students who have no chance to raise their hands a chance to speak. Almost every student has the opportunity to answer questions in class. Treating every classmate fairly like this has made me love her a little more.
"Come on, I'll wipe your sweat, don't catch a cold!" "Wearing so little, not cold? I'll give you a dress, don't catch cold! " "Are you thirsty? I have warm water here, pour you a cup! " "Don't run so fast, for fear of falling!" ..... Miss Liu's voice is so gentle and considerate, and she cares about every student like her mother. Towels, dry clothes and napkins are always stored in her office ... Her thoughtfulness to her classmates makes us feel that she is a caring teacher and a special "mother"!
Teacher Liu is very strict with us. No matter who makes a mistake, she will seriously criticize and patiently educate us. What I remember most clearly is that in a Chinese class, Mr. Liu was meticulous in class. After half a class, I was a little absent-minded, thinking about the legend of the condor hero that I haven't finished reading in my schoolbag, and my heart itched a little! Unconsciously, I reached into my schoolbag, pretended to be listening to the class, and took out the martial arts novels and put them under the Chinese book. But just after I read a page with trepidation, I was discovered by Teacher Liu's "critical eye". Miss Liu asked me to answer her questions. I stood up in a panic and accidentally bumped into a martial arts novel on the ground. Teacher Liu glanced at the book on the ground and said seriously, "I'm sorry." I flushed with shame. After class, Teacher Liu said to me earnestly, "You are a class cadre, so you should take the lead in observing classroom discipline. The teacher hopes that you can be more strict with yourself and set a good example for your classmates. "From then on, I will listen carefully in any class, and I will repay the teacher's love with excellent results in the future.
There is another thing that I have always kept in mind, that is, the third semester. One day when I came home from school, my mother happily said to me, "Teacher Liu said that you did well in school. If you write more carefully when you do your homework, you will definitely make a difference in the future! " I am very happy to hear that. I think I must study hard and live up to my teacher's expectations! When I came to school the next day, my deskmate also said that her mother had received a phone call from Miss Liu, telling her to work harder and be successful in the future! It suddenly dawned on us that Mr. Liu encouraged every student and hoped that every student would love learning and become a pillar of the motherland when he grew up! Teacher Liu is really a well-meaning teacher!
There are many stories about Mr. Liu. I remember everything I got along with her, every word and deed, every smile. She is our mentor and friend, and leads us into the temple of knowledge with her warm hands. She is a beacon to guide us forward and a sail to guide our learning goals.
If someone asks me, "Who is your good teacher?" Then I will tell him without hesitation-Miss Liu, well deserved!
Many years ago, it was often said that teachers cared about me as much as their mothers. Although I thought about it before, I really realized it now.
A few days ago, there was a military training expansion activity in my senior year. At sanyu training camp. Facing the unsmiling, lion-like instructor all day. Fortunately, a group of teachers are very kind and gentle to us. Among them is my class teacher.
The training in the afternoon is very hard, and so is the teacher who accompanies us. It's a girl's picnic in the evening. It's time to cook. But the fire will always go out at such a critical moment. Our head teacher is here. She squatted by the fire cage to keep the fire from burning. By the firelight, I saw how many times she was slapped. Long black hair is also covered with soot. After a long time, with the help of the class teacher, we finally cooked the rice.
I heard that the instructor will come to make rounds at night. Everyone is very nervous, so turn off the lights early and get ready for bed.
But no one can sleep and chat across the bed. There was a bang on the door, and we were all scared out of our wits, thinking that the instructor was coming to make rounds. So I quickly turned to make the bed and made a "squeaky" sound. "It's me", a gentle voice came from behind the door. Having been with her for four years, of course we know who she is.
The door opened and He Laoshi came in. Chat with us and ask how we got down on the first day. At that moment, I felt that this place was really warm and a little chilly. He Laoshi really cares about us as much as her mother does. Of course, teacher. It is our honor to be our head teacher.
After a while, the night was already deep, and He Laoshi went back to rest. Lying in bed for a long time can't sleep, thinking that He Laoshi will take care of our class during the day and come to see us at night. And why the teacher is so kind to us; How did she give up her time with her son to come here? ...
The three-day training is finally over, and I can return to the primary school attached to Tsinghua in the afternoon. I just remembered that I didn't see He Laoshi at noon. Back in the dormitory, a sweaty man was helping us clean the quilt cover. Ah, so she is He Laoshi! Students came in one after another and saw that He Laoshi had torn down the quilt for us and rolled it up.
Back to the primary school attached to Tsinghua, He Laoshi still taught us, helped us and guided us as he did during military training. ...
Teacher, if you are a continuous spring rain, then we are just seedlings that break through the ground. Without your careful nourishment, we can't thrive. Teacher, if you are a sea in Wang Yang, then we are small fish living in the sea. Without your quiet company, we can't grow into giant whales. Teacher, if you are a pine and cypress standing proudly despite the cold, then we are green leaves on the pine and cypress. Without your hard absorption of nutrients in the soil, we can't be evergreen all the year round. Hello, teacher! My good teacher! I will never forget you.
I remember the first grade, when I first entered primary school, I was a little scared when I faced strange faces, and then embarrassment and shyness followed. A classmate came up to me, wanted to shake my hand and asked my name. I am very shy, very shy, trying to avoid classmates' eyes and questions. At this moment, a warm hand patted me on the back. I turned my head and saw you, my teacher. Like a sunflower, you grinned at me and whispered in my ear, "Don't be shy. New students should get to know each other well. After all, they have to be classmates for six years." Hearing this, my courage was ignited, but my doubts and shy thoughts still lingered in my heart. I whispered, "Do you want it or not?" At this point, the teacher told me with firm eyes: "Go, son! You should be brave, not shy, not embarrassed. " I finally strode forward, shook my classmate's hand and said, "My name is xxx." I turned my head and looked at the teacher. The teacher still smiled and seemed to say to me, "well done, son!" " "At that time, I felt as if I had done something great. I danced around the teacher three times for joy.
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I became a sixth-grade student, but I still didn't worry you. One day, I was listless in class, and my mind seemed to be thinking about things that had nothing to do with the class-the characters on TV, the story in the book, the problems in my homework ... Suddenly, a sentence "xxx, you answer" interrupted my thoughts, and I suddenly stood up and didn't know what to answer. The students looked at me in unison, and my face was red with thorns. After class, the teacher talked to me and said gently, "Why don't you seem to be in the class?" You know, the sixth grade is a turning point in life and a critical period. It should be in a state of tension. If you want to get into a good junior high school, you must listen carefully in class, remember everything the teacher said and think carefully about the problems the teacher said. Listening carefully for ten minutes in class is better than doing ten hours of exercises after class. "After listening to the teacher's inculcation, I secretly made up my mind: I must study hard in the future, have a good class, and don't let the teacher worry. Since then, I've been a different person. In class, the body is straight, the hand is always raised, and answering questions is like water, and the grades rise rapidly. Provincial junior high school entrance examination, one-time admitted to the best junior high school in the province. When I received the good news, I couldn't wait to tell the teacher about you. Like my mother, your eyes are filled with tears of joy. You have been giving me a thumbs-up and praising me: "Great! It's amazing ... "I smiled shyly and kept thinking: this is all your credit! Teacher, my good teacher!
Time flies, I will leave in a blink of an eye, recalling the long and short six-year primary school time, recalling that from grade one to grade six, the teacher has been taking care of us carefully, caring for us, just like a mother bird carefully caring for her chicks, so careful, so meticulous and so warm.
Hello, teacher! My good teacher! You are too tired. You have taught us a lot of knowledge and a lot of life lessons. For us, you have never had a good rest and are busy every day. You are like an industrious gardener, watering us with painstaking efforts, caring for us carefully and making us grow healthily.
Hello, teacher! My good teacher! You have paid a lot of sweat for our growth and learning more knowledge, but you don't ask for anything in return. Every homework we do, you carefully correct it, never letting go of the slightest mistake, never letting go of the explanation over and over again.
Hello, teacher! My good teacher! You are a spring silkworm, spinning without regrets, just to produce cocoons that benefit the world; You are an umbrella, and you get wet by the rain without hesitation, just to protect us from the heavy rain; You are a boat, carrying us silently, just to take us to the ocean of knowledge. I will remember your tireless teachings; I will always review your encouragement; I will always miss your smile on me.
Hello, teacher! My good teacher! Thank you sincerely! Thank you for your years of teaching and encouragement! Thank you for your company over the years! Thank you for every drop of blood and sweat you silently poured into us, expecting nothing in return! Thank you teacher! My dear teacher! My respectable and lovely teacher Li!
Hello, teacher! My good teacher. ...
My teacher's sixth grade composition The fourth grade begins. As in previous years, we are all waiting for the arrival of the head teacher, Miss Yan, but what we are waiting for is a female teacher with fashionable clothes and a good face. The students all feel very puzzled, and there are many discussions below. At this time, the beautiful female teacher began to speak: "I am your new class teacher's surname Cheng, and you can call me Mr. Cheng in the future." Actually, I'm not much older than you. In the future, you will treat me as your sister. " I think it's good. From the original "mother" teacher to the "sister" teacher, at least this "sister" teacher is not as serious as Teacher Yan, which brings us closer to the teacher.
I remember once, Teacher Cheng took us to play a game called Sticking Nose. Mr. Cheng put the words on the wall first. After choosing the right person, blindfold him first. After five turns, he came up with his nose and stuck it. I don't know. After five turns, he lost his sense of direction and fainted. After he finally walked up, he looked at it for a long time and posted it casually. "Ha ha ha ha!" It's funny that the person with the nose stuck between his eyes smiled. Then one by one, but no one stuck it in the right place. Another time, our teacher Cheng took us to play a string of sentences. Everyone must write down the place, his name and what he is doing. When each of them had finished writing, they handed in their notes and extracted them one by one. Interesting sentences immediately appeared, such as Cao Cong eating bombs at home, Li Bo playing roller coaster at home, and Zhou doing his homework in the sun.
In the eyes of the former class teacher, I was a naughty student, a little bad. But now Teacher Cheng thinks that my naughty is not naughty in her eyes, but cute. She often praises my cleverness and encourages me to study hard. With the encouragement of Mr. Cheng, I have made some progress and won the affirmation of my parents. However, I know that there is still a long way to go before Mr. Cheng's expectations. I believe that under the education of Teacher Cheng, I will go to by going up one flight of stairs.
Although we are about to graduate, Mr. Cheng, I will never forget you as a teacher like my sister.