Qin Xin is a teacher. He educates students and devotes his life to the three-foot platform. My teacher is called Zhang Qixian. He is our Chinese teacher and the head teacher of our class. His age is similar to my mother's. Whenever I see his figure on the podium, a warm affection will always sprout in my heart. He cares about me as much as his mother, and his words and deeds will always touch me. He will always be the greatest and most admired person in my eyes. His kindness to our students will never be forgotten.
It was an autumn morning, and as the bell rang, we all went back to the classroom and sat at the desks. Waiting for the arrival of the teacher. The door of the classroom was gently pushed open, and teacher Zhang came in slowly with textbooks and lesson plans in his hand and stood on the podium. "Class begins now." Teacher Zhang said in his hoarse voice. At this time, I saw Mr. Zhang's face gaunt and his eyes red. I think Mr. Zhang must have caught a cold. Maybe he didn't have a good rest last night. Teacher Zhang coughs a few times every time he says a word. In this way, Mr. Zhang insisted on attending a whole class and made the text very clear. The bell rang, and Teacher Zhang said, "Class is over, students." We all heard what she said was a little vague. We didn't move, just watched the teacher pick up the textbook and slowly walked out of the classroom. We suddenly stood up and ran to ask him, "Teacher, do you have a cold?" The teacher coughed and replied, "Nothing. I should insist on studying for you. Let's all go. It's time to prepare for the next class! " "We watched the teacher leave with our eyes and hoped that the teacher would get better soon.
This is a good teacher who has worked hard for us. We were moved by his persistence in attending classes for us regardless of illness. He was kind to us and left his illness to himself. I said from the bottom of my heart, "Teacher, you have worked hard! We will never forget your kindness. May your cold recover soon, come back to us healthily and give us a vivid lesson.
For two years, in these two years, no matter what we meet, you will face it with us. You have paid too much for me, as deep as the sea and as high as the blue sky. Teacher, in my eyes, you are magical. I finally understand the truth that "spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night". Because you are engaged in silent dedication and selfless dedication. I sincerely thank you, my teacher! Thank you for everything you have done for me! In the future, no matter whether I become a towering tree or a low shrub, I will bless you with green life-my teacher!
Parents have paid too much for us, and teachers have paid too much for us. Let's repay them with a grateful heart!
Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang has given me countless opportunities to show myself. I like Miss Zhang very much and thank her very much.
From the moment I entered this school, she said to me, "You should study hard and work hard. Your mother is a Chinese teacher! You have to refuel! " As soon as I listened, I began to listen to my mother and read literature books. By the fourth grade, my Chinese grades had gradually increased. Teacher Zhang, seeing that I like Chinese, asked me to be the deputy representative of Chinese class and be responsible for distributing books.
Teacher Zhang not only asked me to be a class representative, but also helped me to contribute many compositions to the magazine. I published several articles, which greatly improved my interest in writing and earned me a contribution fee. What excites me most is that the article I wrote in the summer vacation was published in the Happy Diary again, and the editor made me a cover star. All this is thanks to teacher Zhang.
Of course, what has the greatest influence on me is telling the story of my reading experience. Before I spoke, Yu Xiang and Adam Hsu had already talked about this matter. I'm worried that I can't compete with them, so I'm particularly nervous. Teacher Zhang said to me like this: "You are the boy who reads the most books in our class, and you can certainly speak well!" " "During the' Eleventh' holiday, I carefully prepared and practiced switching slides to cooperate with the speech. Finally, on that day, I was very worried. Teacher Zhang took time out of Chinese class to let me speak. I started to talk, and just changed a few pages, the students cried in surprise. Maybe they don't read as many books as I do. But teacher Zhang won't give me a chance, and they won't know. With this experience, I won't be afraid to speak in front of many people next time.
I want to say to Teacher Zhang: Thank you, Teacher Zhang!
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. During my three years in primary school, my most unforgettable teacher was my Chinese teacher, Miss Zhang.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I was still a little girl who was afraid of writing. Writing a composition After school for the first time, Teacher Zhang asked us to write a composition about "buying stationery". I wrote very little, only more than 200 words. Teacher Zhang not only didn't criticize me, but also made a serious comment and correction on me, and asked me to go home and modify it before showing it to her. According to teacher Zhang's correction, I wrote it again. It doesn't feel very good, but it's better than the original. When I handed in my composition, the teacher corrected it carefully and finally wrote a comment: "progress!" " Come on, you are sure to write a good composition! "After reading her comment on writing, I have confidence in writing and am no longer afraid of writing.
I took a Chinese exam at the end of last semester. I don't know what happened, but my composition level didn't come into play. Because I lost a lot of points in my composition, I only got 89 points in the Chinese exam. I think Miss Zhang will criticize me because I let her down. But she didn't criticize me, but also praised me for doing well in the basic knowledge test and encouraged me to refuel more, so I am sure to write a good composition.
Teacher Zhang always encourages me in a timely manner, which has established my confidence in learning. In the final exam next semester, I got 95 points in Chinese. She looked at me with gratified eyes, as if to say, "Yes, that's great."
Teacher Zhang, thank you for your praise and encouragement!
Thank you, Teacher Zhang. What a glorious career this is, teacher! On the way of growing up, the teacher gave us knowledge and taught us the truth of being a man, which we will never forget.
I am in the sixth grade, which means that my primary school life is coming to an end. In this important year, Mr. Zhang, the head teacher of our class, worked harder. He is always the first to get to school every day and is busy until late at night. After class, you and I carefully correct our homework and talk patiently with our classmates.
Teacher Zhang is a teacher with rich teaching experience, which left an indelible impression on me.
I remember it was the first time you took our class. I am too timid to raise my hand in class for fear of making mistakes. At this time, you always kindly said to me, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you answer wrong. Just dare to answer questions. " Whenever this happens, you always look at me with encouraging eyes. This kind of look is only available to loving mothers!
Every time you do your homework, you always say to us seriously, "Sit up straight and put away your notebook, so that you can write beautifully, or you will easily stoop and affect your eyesight." Whenever I bend down when writing, your kind words always linger in my ears, so I naturally sit up straight.
You are an excellent "soul engineer". Like a candle, you light yourself and illuminate others. Like a silkworm, you give yourself and decorate others. Like chalk, you sacrificed yourself and left behind knowledge; You are like a diligent gardener, tirelessly cultivating small flowers; You are like a magic key, which opens a window for us to practice. Remember that we have increased our knowledge, enriched ourselves and become useful people to society.
Thank you, dear teacher Zhang!
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. Speaking of my teacher, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely Mr. Zhang, who has educated me for the longest time in my primary school career. What should I thank her for? Yes, I just want to thank Mr. Zhang for his vision. As for why ...
It was a Chinese class. Teacher Zhang is speaking a text called Whale on the stage. Not why. At that time, I was very talkative, either talking to my deskmate or chatting with the front and back. The teacher can stand a dozen people in the whale's mouth. Hearing this, I rolled my eyes and laughed at my deskmate: "If you have the ability, stand in!" "
This sentence was heard by teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang casually went on to say that he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and found that I was really talking. She gave me a hint. I said everything cheerfully, didn't take it to heart at all, and didn't find anything unusual on Teacher Zhang's face.
Teacher Zhang found that I didn't pay attention, and just wanted to criticize me in front of the whole class, but she closed her open mouth. Yes, if you criticize Chen Nuo like this, it will hurt his self-esteem. You can't do that. So teacher Zhang pretended to cough a few times. Although the fake cough didn't ring, it caught my attention. Teacher Zhang quickly gave me a gentle and stern look. Only when I realized my mistake did I begin to feel guilty.
After class, Mr. Zhang called me to the office to give me a good education and told me everything. From then on, I got rid of the habit of talking casually in class and became a serious listener.
It can be said that teacher Zhang's eyes are warning me, warning me. Without teacher Zhang's reminder, I wouldn't change my wrong habits, I might not get good grades today, and I might even become unwilling to study and eventually go astray. So, I want to thank Mr. Zhang's eyes. I want to thank Mr. Zhang. "Thank you, Mr. Zhang!"
Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Thank you, Teacher Zhang. In my sophomore study career, you gave me countless encouragement and comfort. Do you remember the first day of school? Because I am the only little girl from the countryside in my class, I am very sad. I thought my classmates would look at me with discriminatory eyes, but you jokingly said, "Why are you crying?" We' women sweat men' can't cry. This sentence amused me. Then, I think you are my teacher-the most amiable teacher.
When I was in the second grade, I went to chat with you after class. You are always willing to listen, and sometimes you will share your troubles with me!
Once, I was sick and couldn't keep up with class. You came to my home to make up lessons for me (because it took me less than 3 minutes to go back and forth opposite my home and school) and told me the key sentence patterns and words. When I'm ready, you'll be treating the disease. There is a lot of discussion in the classroom, and everyone is guessing the reason why Teacher Zhang is ill. I was the only one sitting there quietly, you know? I wanted to tell the truth at that time!
Another time, you see I like reading and writing books very much. Bought me dozens, but didn't mention the money. I took these books and read them hungrily. In the final exam, I won the championship by the knowledge in your books, and you also contributed!
Another time, after you knew I was leaving, you called on your classmates to buy candy, biscuits and other things, and held a happy farewell party for me, which made me spend this unforgettable day.
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I will always remember you.
Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Before my eyes, I often see that familiar, kind and unforgettable face. She is my most impressive primary school teacher, Zhang Shuyuan.
Teacher Zhang has a shiny black hair; Under a pair of heavy eyebrows, there are a pair of bright eyes. She has a small cherry mouth and speaks humorously.
I remember one time, when I was only in grade two and was writing new words, the teacher came over and looked at them and said, "Where are your words? The strokes are clear, but too crooked! " So ... "The teacher said while writing. I'll take a closer look. Wow! Really beautiful! None of them are wrong. I want to learn from my teacher how to write that word beautifully and correctly. Maybe learning is to keep working hard under such circumstances. This is what Ji Hongchang said: "The road comes from the feet, and history is written by people. It is a truth that every move of people is writing their own history. "
Another time, I was only in the third grade. At that time, I was headstrong, proud and impatient. In a Chinese exam, I won the first place in my class. If there was no teacher Zhang at that time, I would never do anything great like a person who has never been inspired by dedication. Hearing the news, I was happy to show off this test paper. The monitor asked me to run a blackboard newspaper, and my heart was full of joy. As the saying goes, hardworking bees never have time to be sad. Ask the students to help me with the chalk and give it to the blackboard brush. If anything goes wrong, they will scold me. Gradually, my classmates ignored me, and even my best "iron buddies" and Meng didn't want to play with me. At that time, I hope everyone will play with me. I hope I am a faithful sister of bad luck. Without hope, there will be no success. I really want to talk to Teacher Zhang. At this moment, Teacher Zhang came up to me and said to me, "The reason why the lake is broad is because it contains all the small water droplets, and it will not despise other small water droplets, so it is very happy and not lonely at all. People are the same, you can't live without friends, and friends need to be found by yourself. In fact, more than forty students in the class are your friends, but you will be so lonely if you don't cherish them. " Since the teacher had a heart-to-heart talk with me, I have learned a lot, made friends again, and learned what true friendship is and what concept it is. In my study, Mr. Zhang often supports and encourages me, and accompanies me across the bridge of life and across the Qian Shan.
Now that I am in the sixth grade, I have met new classmates, such as, and of course, a new teacher, Wang. Teacher Zhang once told me a sentence: I have always believed this sentence in recent years: "As long as people have faith and pursuit, they can endure any suffering and adapt to any environment." Because of this sentence, I have made great progress in my study. Whenever my grades are slightly better, I will think of her, her teaching, her encouraging eyes and her smile, which seem to remind me all the time, although I can't help myself sometimes. However, I will never forget who gave me the knowledge of enlightenment. Thanks to my first teacher! Teacher Zhang's eyes will remain in my heart forever.
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. On the road of life, obstacles will appear from time to time. At this time, there are always some people who will light the lights to show us the way. These people deserve our gratitude and remember for a lifetime. My teacher Zhang Laoshi is such a person.
I remember that it was a Thursday, and the lunch break teacher was "merciful"-self-study. Some students are chatting in groups of three or five; Some are reading with relish; Everyone else is absorbed in painting. As a representative of mathematics, I want to collect my homework. Unconsciously, the lunch break has ended. I counted the books, and the four students who went home for dinner didn't cross the books! I have to do my Chinese homework! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Otherwise, can I "help" them change? No way! I was shocked by my own "method", but I ... a voice broke my train of thought: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang asked if you had everything?" By the way, what time is it? I raised my hand-I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. Class will begin soon! Forget it, forget it, give it up! I carefully took out my pen and four books for oral calculation, opened one of them, looked at the questions, and corrected them by imitating my classmates' handwriting. In a short time, I finished. Next, I went upstairs and handed the book to Mr. Zhang. When I went up the stairs, the four arithmeticians seemed to become four strict teachers, and they scolded me in unison: "How could you do this?" Thanks to you, you are still the representative of the math class! "I was scared out in a cold sweat and almost slipped several times. Finally, when I arrived at the office, the teacher asked me, "Have you collected everything?" "well. "I squeezed a mosquito-like voice from my throat and my heart was in my throat. She put a small tick next to each revised question. Finally, the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground and I was ready to go back and do my homework. After a while, Mr. Zhang came to hand out the dictation book. It happened that a classmate who was helped by me to change the topic came. When the teacher saw him, he looked puzzled and asked, "Have you just arrived? "
"Yes, what's the matter?" Classmates are equally strange.
"That ..." The teacher trembled.
Teacher Zhang took me to the teachers' lounge, closed the door and sat me down. Ask me, "Do you know what you did wrong today?" The teacher's voice was very gentle, and I was too embarrassed to hide it any more, so I told the truth to Teacher Zhang. At some point, glittering and translucent tears fell from her eyes like broken beads. "I was wrong, Miss Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hearing this, the teacher stroked my hair and said kindly, "It doesn't matter. You can admit that you did something wrong and face it bravely. " Hearing this, my heart vibrated. I made such a big mistake. Teacher Zhang not only did not blame me, but also forgave me and encouraged me. "Now I'll give you another chance to urge the students who haven't corrected their mistakes to correct them and hand them over to the office after collection. Do you understand? " "Well, thank you, teacher!" I bowed to the teacher with tears in my eyes. After finishing the task, I went to physical education class. God, it's bluer. The grass is greener; My heart, warm ...
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. You gave me not only opportunities, but also hard-to-buy trust and forgiveness!
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I used to be most afraid of writing. Whenever there is writing in a composition class or exam, my brain is blank and I am so anxious that I don't know what to write. Writing a composition is simply the biggest obstacle to my study. But I'm not afraid to write a composition now. As long as I get the title, I can write an article of five or six hundred words. To whom should all this progress be attributed? Miss Zhang, our Chinese teacher, of course.
Teacher Zhang is of medium height, with a pair of watery eyes on her delicate face. These eyes seem to speak. When we are naughty, it will say, "always pay attention to safety!" " " ; When we encounter setbacks, it will say, "Don't lose heart, try again, you can do it.". " ……
My composition always holds me back. In view of the weakness of my composition, teacher Zhang's first step is to contact my mother in time and strengthen training, hoping to improve my composition level quickly. In the second step, in order to improve the writing ability of the class, Mr. Zhang divided the class into six groups, and each group member took turns to write a composition every day. A well-written composition can be published online in the blog created by Mr. Zhang for our class. Students who publish more exercises will be rated as "stars of exercises" or even "small writers"! This method has greatly aroused everyone's interest and enthusiasm in writing. Members of each group are scrambling to write, but if they can't beat others, they simply write it in their notebooks and give it to the teacher for correction.
It's my turn to write a "group composition" soon. I'm very nervous, for fear that my article can't meet the teacher's requirements. I remembered what teacher Zhang said in the composition class: "Writing is nothing more than recording the things around you in detail, recording them in detail, and then recording them in detail." So I wrote some familiar cleaners that we often see. That evening, my masterpiece "Community Cleaner" was successfully completed. Two days later, when I saw the bright red word "seal" written on my composition, I jumped three feet in excitement. The publication of this article greatly increased my confidence. Later, I kept digging into the theme, practiced writing diligently, published several articles, and was even rated as a "writing star". This "obstacle" still exists now, but if you are strong, it will be weak, and if you take the initiative, it will be defeated. I'm not afraid of it anymore.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Without your teaching, I would not have made progress today. Don't worry, this progress will get bigger and bigger. "
Thank you for teacher Zhang's essay 10 "Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life, so that I have the courage to be myself ..." This song spread all over the world and reached my ears. Although my ears are disabled, I have a functional assistant-a hearing aid. Wearing it, I can hear this song "Grateful Heart" and feel deeply about it. I know that everyone should have a grateful heart in order to make life full of happiness and the world full of warmth. The teacher said to us, "Gratitude is a drop of water. As long as you thank others, you can make yourself happy. " This sentence has always stayed in my heart. I thank too many people and my parents for their kindness to me. Thank my grandparents for their love ... What I want to thank most here is Mr. Zhang from primary school, who left me unforgettable memories.
Teacher Zhang, are you in good health? Do you still remember me I was your student then. I just entered school. I'm a stranger to everything. I'm timid. I hide behind my parents and dare not tell you my name. You awakened my courage. I said my name, and you smiled and said to me, "Welcome to school." I feel almost strange, because you are more like a gentle "mother".
Teacher Zhang, do you still remember me? In the first grade, after school, my grandmother was about to take me home. You selflessly gave me some books in plastic bags. You kindly said to me, "Take it home! I gave it to you. " I don't know what's in it. There is something heavy in it. I'm still happy to take it home. I reached out and touched the contents of the plastic bag and took it out to have a look. Unexpectedly, you bought me some valuable books with your hard-earned money. You would rather let me study hard and enrich my knowledge. I feel warm, because you are both a kind teacher and a kind "mother".
Teacher Zhang, do you remember? You taught us how to speak, and I still remember this sentence: "I went to school!" " "You want to train our spoken English. I dare not speak. You looked at me with silent eyes, as if to say, "son, it's useless for you to refuse to speak." Please speak! " I took the courage to say, "I'm going to school!" " "You praised me with a smile. When I was in the third grade, you took me to the fifth floor of the experimental building to teach me to read the text during recess. You hold my hand and walk with me, just like a mother holding a child. Your white hair grows more and more every day, and you take pains to teach me to speak. I saw you so tired, your heart was as heavy as a stone, and I was moved to tears many times. You let me learn to speak, so that I can communicate with others better. You attach great importance to my study and spoken English. Because you are both a talented teacher and a tireless "mother".
Teacher Zhang, I have seldom contacted you for so many years. I have a good memory. You are the most speechless person. You trained us from ignorant children to sunny teenagers. You don't waste a minute teaching us knowledge every day. You have no time to rest. Standing must be very tiring! All of a sudden, you are ill, and your health is not very good. We are surprised, grateful and regretful. We are sorry for you, always standing in class and giving lectures, forgiving us for desertion and talking, and you patiently educated us.
Here, I can't express it in my simple language. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang!"
Thank you, Mr. Zhang. Composition 1 1 Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days. Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no life; My world would be dark without you, my dear teacher. You, like sunshine, like rain road, like water source, feed and nurture us with love.
At the moment of leaving my alma mater, I sincerely want to say: thank you, teacher.
"Throw away the pen for me!" Teacher Zhang stared and shouted angrily. After a brush, countless pairs of eyes in the class stared at me. Suddenly, I panicked: in Chinese class, I "greedily" sucked the nectar of your knowledge, devoted myself wholeheartedly, and occasionally did not forget to raise my hand to answer questions. "Now, let's discuss it with each other." You say it calmly. "Yu Xinyu, let's discuss it?" "hmm." "Well ... you go first, I want to write down what the teacher just said." "Oh, see the mountain man is working towards his goal ..."
Yu Xinyu say that finish, I just want to put down the pen to talk, at this moment, your harsh words and looks fell on me "Cui Yingying, throw away the pen for me. At that time, I was very sad and my heart was broken: I just transferred to Beijing from my hometown in Henan this semester, and many things here are not suitable for me. Taking notes at any time in class has become a "common practice" in our place. Now, I just write what I want to say, and then I will tell my classmates ... your words are getting heavier and heavier. Finally, I burst into tears. " I just want to say it! "I replied.
You saw me crying and said, "I know you have a high self-esteem." I said you in front of everyone, you didn't do it right, classmate, did you? " "yes." The students answered in unison. At this time, I couldn't help it anymore, and I cried like a volcano on my desk. "What's wrong with me? Why are you so fragile? Why should I cry? " My heart ached and my clothes were soaked with tears.
After class, the students next to me flocked to persuade me: "Yingying, don't cry." "Nothing, just not serious." "Well, don't cry. What's the use of crying? Be happy. "
A warm word flows into my heart like a warm current. Think about it, what's the use of crying? At this time, those ordinary subtle scenes came into my eyes: whenever I did my homework, whenever Teacher Zhang gave an impassioned lecture, whenever I did something wrong, whenever we encountered a problem, whenever she frowned, whenever we told her a ghost story and had a heart-to-heart talk with her, whenever she played harder than us on the playground, I suddenly understood that this strict and ordinary teacher was so extraordinary in the eyes of students. Didn't she strictly ask us to be positive and study hard? Isn't she just tempering our perseverance? Isn't it just to point out my shortcomings and let me correct my mistakes and be a perfect person with indomitable spirit? Thinking about it, my cold heart has been melted by a fire-like heart. What a good teacher! I didn't even know her selfless love for me, but I still contradicted her.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we are already energetic teenagers in the new era. When we are about to leave primary school to meet middle school, I feel a moment of sadness:
Regret is often the most painful thing in the world.
So: I want to forget yesterday's pain, seize today's opportunity and strive for tomorrow's glory!
I left gently, just as I came gently, and I wiped a tear without leaving a tear. I whispered to this grateful teacher: Thank you, my dear teacher, thank you, my alma mater. Even though I am far away from home, my heart will always be with you.