Two or three essays by Teacher Yang 1 Teacher Yang was my first teacher in preschool education.
Meeting her is like seeing a lighthouse in the vast sea. She lit up my way forward.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, Teacher Yang played castanets for us. I think this is very interesting. When Teacher Yang collected the toys, I didn't hand them in, but put them in my pocket. At that time, I didn't think this behavior was bad, but I thought it was wrong. As a result, Mr. Yang found out and asked me to hand it in, but I refused to hand it in anyway. Teacher Yang earnestly warned me: "People can't take other people's things for themselves just because they like something. This is a thief's behavior, which is wrong. " Teacher Yang said a lot of things that I didn't understand at that time, but only vaguely remembered the general idea: "You can't take away what you don't have, even if you like it again."
Teacher Yang not only made me understand right and wrong, right and wrong, but also made me understand the true meaning and shining point of life. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the dark. Every time it gets dark, I'm scared. If the class suddenly loses power and looks so dark, I will scream in fear. Darkness has always been my "heart disease". After discovering this, Teacher Yang taught me a poem: "Black gave me dark eyes, but I used it to find light." In the future, whenever it gets dark, I will recite this poem silently. Over time, I am no longer afraid of the darkness. When I was a child, I didn't understand that the "dark night" not only refers to the dark night, but also refers to the difficulties and setbacks that will inevitably be encountered in life-looking for an "oasis" of hope from the "black eyes" and the "desert" of difficulties and setbacks. I also learned to face all the misfortunes in life bravely and meet the challenges of fate.
Teacher Yang taught me the truth of being a man, the difficulties and setbacks I may encounter in my life, and cultivated my interest in literature. Miss Yang, my first teacher, I thank her!
In the first part of Teacher Yang's two or three essays, I mainly write about Teacher Yang's fashion, but I want to write about the other side of Teacher Yang.
During the break, the sun shines on the earth, the sky is dotted with several clouds, and some swallows are flying in the air. The scenery is as beautiful as a painting. On the sunny playground, we were out of breath and walked slowly to the playground. Just arrived at the basketball court, Mr. Yang, who had just finished running, was enthusiastically instructing us how to move, and also shouting for us to move quickly. It seems that Miss Yang is more than just math.
Later, when we were free, I watched others play badminton in class. I am not only fascinated, but also about to have a fight with them. Suddenly, Mr. Yang came out of nowhere, strode over there while holding his sleeves, with a full posture. I saw him smiling and saying to his classmate with a racket, "Let me try, ok?" Speaking of which, he didn't want to get the man's consent at all, so he went directly to get the racket. The classmate had to give it to him, crouched aside and looked at him, only to see his neck move, his legs tandem, and a successful expression on his face. The opposite classmate sent the ball out, and Teacher Yang hit it back easily. The opposite classmate probably wanted to hit the teacher and let him show off, so he riveted his strength and pulled the ball out. The ball and racket crashed out with a bang, only to see the ball cross a beautiful arc in the air and fly straight behind Mr. Yang. Teacher Yang hurried back, but unfortunately he caught the ball, but he was not annoyed. He picked it up and hit it back, opposite.
In the evening self-study, Mr. Yang walked into the classroom, and the kindness on his face was completely gone. I know there is a storm waiting for us!
Sure enough, Teacher Yang cleared his throat and began to evaluate our homework. Then he began to ask people to bring homework. I didn't expect the seniors in the class to bear the brunt and be called up. Teacher Yang asked her some knowledge points. After she answered, Miss Yang put down the ruler. I suddenly became nervous and prayed repeatedly, but my name didn't appear. Fortunately, I escaped a bullet, but I was worried. A white and bloodless face, Teacher Yang asked several students what they had learned that day, but they were speechless. Teacher Yang threw his homework on the podium and roared, "I don't remember the knowledge points that I have told several times. How can I attend class?" Suddenly, the rustling in the class came to an abrupt end, and everyone heard each other's heartbeat. Everyone is worried about the life of the students on the stage. Teacher Yang then asked the students behind him. Fortunately, a few students fought, and Teacher Yang's face looked better. After finishing his homework, Teacher Yang criticized the learning attitude of the whole class. They are usually very naughty.
Teacher Yang has so many faces, although I don't know which one is true, what I know is that no matter what kind of teacher, there is a lovely childlike innocence!
Teacher Yang's two or three compositions 3 Teacher Yang is our grade leader and our Chinese teacher. He went abroad to study three weeks ago.
Before he left, he asked each of us to write a letter of guarantee and exchange it for a souvenir shell when we came back. After Mr. Yang left, Mr. Reading replaced Mr. Li in Chinese, and Mr. Dong, the biology teacher, was the monitor for the time being. Whenever I attend their class and see them, I always subconsciously miss Miss Yang.
When I left my homework for the first time, I was confused. So many! I don't think if it was Miss Yang, there would be so many left. When attending self-study and class meeting, Mr. Dong said that we can listen to the teacher while doing our homework. I don't think it is allowed if it is Mr. Yang. When doing exercises, Mr. Dong always pays close attention to the exercises, while Mr. Yang doesn't care much. Then I thought of Miss Yang. When the substitute teacher met all kinds of troubles, I also thought of Miss Yang. If it was Mr. Yang, how would it be solved? Will it be handled better?
Although we spent less than a year and a half with Mr. Yang and went out for a short time, we miss him very much. This is our dear Mr. Yang.
Comments: Although there are not many words, the "lack" is concrete, and it is true by comparison. If you can add some memories of Mr. Yang's daily activities, the article will be full.
Teacher Yang's essay 4: "Silkworms in spring must spin silk until they die, and candles must drain the wick every night." Every time I hear this poem praising the teacher, I think of Miss Yang, who taught me math in the third grade. Miss Yang has beautiful black hair and wears a pair of glasses on her nose. He looks elegant. But she may be strict.
I remember a math exam, because the previous exam results were good, so I think I will definitely do well this time. So, willy-nilly, I immediately began to answer questions. After I finished the paper, I didn't check it properly either. As a result, I was shocked as soon as the test paper was issued. Why did I only get 85 points? The red fork on the test paper seems to be laughing at me! I looked around and all the other students did better than me. I sat in my seat with this test paper, at a loss and uneasy. Other students came to ask me what I had tested, but I didn't answer. School will be over soon. Teacher Yang counted the examination papers and found that all the students had handed them in except mine. Without saying anything, the teacher asked me to take the test paper to the office. I picked up the test paper and walked slowly into the office like fifteen buckets of water. After entering the office, I handed the test paper to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and said, "Yes, all the corrections are correct." Then, the teacher asked, "Mi Xuanhan, you used to get good grades. Why are you proud this time ... because you did well in the previous exam? " There is severity in the teacher's eyes. My face became as red as a ripe apple. Teacher Yang seems to have read my mind, and then said, "Remember, Mi Xuanhan, modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind. No matter how good your grades are, you can't be proud. " I listened and said, "Teacher, I understand." In the next exam, I remembered what Teacher Yang said, and my grades were always in the top five.
Teacher Yang has both a stern side and a gentle side. I remember that in a math class in the third grade, Mr. Yang gave a beautiful lecture. I felt dizzy because of a little fever and lay on the desk feebly. I just feel that the teacher's lecture is getting farther and farther away from me, and the words on the blackboard are becoming more and more blurred. Just then, the teacher found me, and she quickly came over and asked, "Mi Xuanhan, what's wrong with you?" I said feebly, "Teacher, I don't feel well." ? The teacher reached out and touched my forehead gently. "Oh, it's too hot. I think I have a fever. " After that, the teacher hurried out of the classroom and brought a thermometer from the office. The teacher put a thermometer in my mouth to take my temperature. After a while, the teacher took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 38 degrees. The teacher hurriedly brought another antipyretic and a cup of warm water from the office. She came up to me, handed me the medicine and the water cup, and kindly said to me, "This is an antipyretic. Take it quickly. " I quickly took the antipyretic. Then, Teacher Yang said to me, "Well, you can lie on the table and have a rest. You will feel better after a while." After listening to the teacher's words, I was moved to tears.
Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your endless care and education. I will never forget Mr. Yang.
I remember when I just transferred from Qiandao Lake to Changsha Central Primary School in the second day of junior high school, I didn't like this strange environment at all. The first person who greeted me was Miss Yang, the head teacher of Grade Two.
I just transferred to another campus, so I'm not familiar with everything here. When my mother sent me to school, I was still crying and wouldn't let my mother go. My mother can only take me to the classroom. Teacher Yang just stands on the platform and says something to her classmates. My crying caught everyone's attention. The teacher turned his head, and a big smiling face appeared on his serious face just now and came out of the classroom. It's a little embarrassing to be watched by so many people. I wiped the tears from my face with my hand. Mother called Miss Yang aside and left me alone at the door of the classroom. I looked at faces I didn't know. I don't know what my mother and Miss Yang talked about. When they came back, their mother had left. I don't know why I entered the classroom with Miss Yang. Maybe I wanted to cry. Why did my mother leave me alone in this strange place? But I feel embarrassed to cry in front of so many people. "My name is Yang, and you can call me Miss Yang." The teacher took me to a seat. "Oh, hello, Miss Yang." I called back. "Then what's your name?" Teacher Yang continued to ask, "My name is Li Wenting." I know the teacher's last name. I have been in class all morning. It's really boring I'm not in the mood for class at all, just looking around this strange place.
It's time for lunch The students should wash their hands and get ready for dinner. I still sat in my seat and waited for a while. Or teacher Yang patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." "Where to wash your hands?" I'm not familiar with this environment. How can I know? Teacher Yang showed me. When the meal is ready, I start to eat, and I want to throw up at the first bite, because those meals are terrible. The students finished eating one by one, and Mr. Yang, who was still eating, put down his spoon and came over. "Is the food delicious?" I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth. "Not bad." I don't know why, I don't reject this strange teacher Yang, and I like her talking to me very much. An afternoon passed quickly. As soon as school was over, I saw my mother waiting for me. I shook hands with Teacher Yang and said "Goodbye." Teacher Yang gave me a big smile.
I will graduate from primary school in a blink of an eye, but I still remember the day when I first met Teacher Yang.
Xiaotian, an introverted and timid girl in the class, never plays with other children. After class, she always sits quietly on the stool in a daze. She doesn't have the lively atmosphere that children of her age should have. Soon, she caught the attention of the new class teacher, Miss Yang.
In class, Teacher Yang asked the students to introduce themselves one by one. However, when it was Xiao Tian's turn, she stood still and said nothing. The students looked at Xiao Tian together. She hung her head and blushed, but she still didn't speak, which made the atmosphere very embarrassing. But instead of criticizing her, Teacher Yang said to her classmates, "This classmate may not be ready yet. Let her talk when she is ready. " Sit her down. After class, Miss Yang came to her desk and leaned over and said to her, "Xiaotian, you can talk to anyone or teacher about anything. It's okay. Be brave. " At this time, a little warm current slowly flows through Xiao Tian's heart. She looked up at Miss Yang slightly and looked at her peaceful eyes. She couldn't help nodding and said "hmm". Teacher Yang touched her head and smiled with relief.
Xiaotian slowly learned to get along and communicate with her classmates, and her courage increased. However, her academic performance has been unable to go up, which has broken her parents' hearts. On that day, her parents came to school and told Miss Yang about her introversion, inferiority and stupidity, hoping that the teacher would pay more attention to her snacks. Teacher Yang listened and said, "I think Xiaotian is very clever. The child has become cheerful now. I believe that she will be excellent as long as she works hard. " Don't worry, I will help her with her homework in my spare time. "Xiaotian's parents were very happy. They told Xiao Tian the original words of Teacher Yang again, which made Xiao Tian feel very motivated.
Since then, Xiao Tian has done her homework very seriously every day and never missed class again. Her academic performance is getting better and better, from the bottom of the original class to the top ten. Coupled with teacher Yang's guidance, after the final exam, Xiao Tian got the first place in the class, which shocked her parents and teacher Yang, as well as herself. When issuing the certificate, Teacher Yang said to her, "Come on, you are great!" " "This kind of encouragement moved Xiaotian to tears.
Teacher Yang's concern always warms Xiaotian.
It was raining cats and dogs that day. Xiao Tian didn't bring an umbrella, so she had to sprint in the rain. Teacher Yang saw her passing by and immediately stopped the car and let her sit on it. Then I sent her home and handed Xiao Tian the umbrella in the car. Xiao Tian holds the cold umbrella in her palm, but her heart is warm and moving.
In the first semester of grade four in Xiaotian, the new class teacher said that Mr. Yang had gone to another school to teach. Xiao Tian listened, tears swirled in her eyes, the past played back in her mind, and the voice of encouragement echoed in her ears. Later, Xiao Tian became the monitor and was admitted to the university. She was obsessed with Teacher Yang.
After more than ten years, Mr. Yang's encouraging words are still in my ears, and every word is in my heart. It has always inspired Xiao Tian to keep moving forward and has always been the driving force for her study and life.
Sweets, it's me.
The math teacher in our class has big eyes and a clear voice. Average figure, not tall. She is our favorite teacher Yang, and everyone likes her gentle personality.
Teacher Yang has many characteristics. What I know best is her character. I remember once, I made a mistake in my homework. I didn't know I had made a mistake until I handed in my homework the next morning. As soon as I heard this, I hurried back to my seat to correct my homework, but it was too late. Teacher Yang came to the classroom and the group leader told her about me. I was so nervous that I was sweating. When I saw Mr. Yang coming step by step, I felt like a big stone suddenly blocked me, and I could hardly breathe. Suddenly a clear voice called my name, and I knew it was Miss Yang calling me. I looked up nervously at Mr. Yang's watery eyes. Mr. Yang gently touched my head and said to me in a gentle voice like spring breeze, "How could you make a wrong book?" Is my homework unclear? "I replied," no! Don't! You didn't write it wrong, I was careless. " Teacher Yang said with a smile, "Then do your homework quickly." I nodded, which made the stone fall from my heart.
Look! This is our gentle teacher Yang.
Miss Yang is our head teacher. She is tall, fair-skinned, with big eyes and fluent in Mandarin. She is an outstanding young teacher in our school and has won many honorary certificates. Everyone admires her, but I found some shortcomings in her.
Teacher Yang is very timid. Once I was running during a break, chatting with my classmates while running, and my stomach suddenly hurt. After I told Miss Yang about the situation, she suddenly became nervous and immediately took my hand and hurried to the infirmary. After understanding the situation, the school doctor said there was no problem. Teacher Yang was not at ease and asked if it was appendicitis. The school doctor smiled and said, "Appendicitis is in the right abdomen! The child is probably running and being blown by the wind, so don't worry too much. " At this time, I also told her that I felt much better. Even so, Mr. Yang was very worried and repeatedly told me to take a rest and see the situation ... Alas, this courage is too small!
Teacher Yang is still very unreasonable. The head teacher is responsible for the distribution of school lunches every day. Teacher Yang always gives us lots and lots of meals. She said that school lunch should be nutritious and we should eat everything. We are not allowed to choose dishes. If you don't want to eat, she insists on giving it to you. Leftovers are not allowed, so be sure to finish them. We also arranged for a lunch manager to supervise us. In the first and second grades, students complained a lot, and many female students secretly cried. Do you think she is unreasonable, too?
But slowly I found myself less picky about food, and my family said that I grew stronger and stronger!
This is my teacher Yang. She is timid and unreasonable, but we love her more and more. Do you understand why?
Teacher Yang's Essay 9 Our math teacher has a simple surname "Yang", and her name is like her own "wisdom". It goes without saying that you must know her name. Yes, her name is Yang Hui.
Teacher Yang is very humorous and makes us laugh from time to time. Sometimes, if a guy is distracted, it will be a "disaster" Teacher Yang will stop lecturing first and look at him curiously. Seeing that he didn't respond, we just held our breath and didn't dare to go out. We looked at Miss Yang. But the guy didn't respond. He still plays with the Rubik's cube and scratches his head from time to time. The Rubik's Cube is finally restored!
He put the Rubik's cube in the drawer and smiled. But a moment later, I felt "murderous look" coming at him and slowly raised my head. As a result, I was unlucky and happened to bump into Mr. Yang's smiling face, which immediately froze. "hey!" Teacher Yang greeted him with milk and milk. He raised his hand in the opposite direction and said, "Hi!" To Teacher Yang. . Several "comedians" couldn't help laughing. Teacher Yang spoke even faster: "Please stand up and answer my question." He suddenly blindsided, his mouth half open. "Please," Miss Yang slowly raised her voice, "stand up and answer my question!" He still stared at Miss Yang. "What do you say? I can't speak other languages. " Teacher Yang asked like a child. None of us could help it, and we laughed as if we were going to overturn the roof.
There are many such things, too numerous to mention. She taught us how to study in a special way. But under such an ordinary appearance, there is something extraordinary.
There is very little homework to take home every day, so I am not nervous about entering junior high school. At first, we all thought there was less homework at school, but later the homework remained the same. I was surprised, so I analyzed my homework. Oh, it turns out that these problems seem similar, but the actual problems are different. Teacher Yang is trying to reduce our homework!
My eyes seemed to flash the butterfly hairpin on Teacher Yang's head. It will always shine in our hearts. It suddenly occurred to me that in the past two years, Teacher Yang has never dropped out of school due to illness and has been working with illness. My heart suddenly contracted. ...
How ordinary that spirit is! It is actually like that butterfly, flying high in everyone's heart.
Teacher Yang's Essays 10 Teacher is the key to wisdom, which opens the door to knowledge for us. The teacher is Yu Lu, who raised our saplings. Among these teachers, Teacher Yang, who is teaching us now, is what I want to praise and praise most.
Teacher Yang is about forty years old. He is tall, neither fat nor thin, and he smiles affably. Teacher Yang's eyes are a little small, but she is careful in class. Eyes a stare, like a tiger, who saw will be afraid. But at ordinary times, Teacher Yang often smiles. The teacher is nearsighted, even if he wears glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle, it is estimated that it will not help.
Although the teacher's eyes are small, they are sharp. Once, I checked my homework for my teacher, and the teacher easily found that I had written more than one word. Another time, the teacher was giving a lecture above, and I was doing little tricks below. The teacher saw me at a glance and told me to get up and answer the question. I faltered. The teacher looked serious: "I told you not to listen in class, but now I don't listen!" " "
Miss Yang has small eyes, but her handwriting is great. His calligraphy always wins prizes. I really want to learn his calligraphy. His handwriting is sometimes coarse and sometimes fine. It is very strong and looks good.
Look, this is Miss Yang from our class.
In the new semester, our class has changed its head teacher. The new head teacher, Mr. Yang, is amiable and humorous. The students all like her very much. Why do you say she is humorous? I'll just write a little thing for everyone to experience.
On Friday afternoon, the students were absorbed in the class of the quality club. Suddenly, Mr. Yang with oval face, eyebrows and phoenix eyes found Wang Minhao looking around, looking at the birds outside the window for a while and the pictures on the campus bulletin board for a while. So, Teacher Yang stopped lecturing and turned his attention to Wang. She said, "Yuhao, please don't desert." As soon as the voice fell, Wang still looked at the outside motionless, but Zhang Yuhao looked at Teacher Yang nervously and whispered, "Teacher, I didn't desert." Teacher Yang immediately realized: Ah! I call "Hao Min" Yu Hao, so I have to find a way to distinguish the two giants. As a result, Teacher Yang frowned, calculated and said to himself, "The black and fat king is called black, and the white and fat one is called black." Teacher Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Hei, you can't be absent-minded in class. Bai Hao, the teacher actually just called the wrong name. You don't have to be afraid. " Just after Wang finished this sentence, he scratched his head embarrassedly and sighed.
At this moment, a loud voice came from the corner of the classroom. "Miss Yang, the last word of my name is pronounced' good'." Everyone turned around and saw that it was Zheng, a little cheetah sprinting. Teacher Yang said solemnly, "Since you are tall and thin, I will call you thin Hao Ming." The words just fell and the students burst into laughter. ...
Teacher Yang uses this humor to let us learn every lesson easily and enjoy a happy and beautiful campus life.
Teacher Yang's Essay 12 Our Chinese teacher in Grade 3 and 4 is Teacher Yang and our head teacher. Teacher Yang is in his fifties and has rich teaching experience for more than thirty years. In order to distinguish herself from Miss Yang who teaches Chinese in Grade Two, we will call her Miss Dayang.
Our teacher, Miss Yang, has heavy eyebrows and a pair of golden lace glasses on his nose. He spits out a thousand words with a slight mouth.
Once in a Chinese class, Miss Yang wanted to ask questions, but she was stopped. So he and the king stood up at the same time. Teacher Yang decided to give them a nickname in order to distinguish them better. Teacher Yang pointed to Wang Minhao and said, "You are so dark, call it Heiminhao." Teacher Yang pointed again and said, "You are so white." At this time, I don't know who shouted: "There is another Zheng Hao Ming in our class!" Teacher Yang smiled and said, "Why are you so thin? How about thin Hao Ming? " The whole class laughed, black for a while, white for a while, and finally lost weight. Teacher Yang is really interesting!
Teacher Yang is not only humorous in class, but also very concerned about his classmates. Once, after Chen Hongjue's team was on duty, the switch was pulled and all the chairs were on the table. Chen jumped off the platform, but he bumped into a table and tripped on the ground. As a result, the chair on the table turned down and hit his head again, cutting a hole more than one centimeter at a time. The classmates in the same group quickly called Teacher Yang. Teacher Yang rushed Chen to the infirmary, and then waited anxiously outside. It was not until Chen's safety left the infirmary that Teacher Yang got off work safely.
Teacher Yang is not only a humorous and good teacher, but also a serious and responsible class teacher who cares about his classmates.