In class, Miss Zhou is an encyclopedia that we read and browse. She leads us to swim in the ocean of knowledge and find the right answer. Look! Miss Zhou has chalk in her hand and her mouth is full of words! She regards knowledge as a sweet spring and pours it into our thirsty hearts. Some students ask questions that they don't understand in class, and Teacher Zhou always takes pains to explain and explain them to us. As the students solved the mystery one by one, Mr. Zhou's position in the eyes of the students rose to a higher level.
During the break, Miss Zhou was reading a joke book. She plays with her classmates and tells jokes. Once, the teacher told a joke about punctuation. She said: "A leader asked a secretary to write a manuscript, which contained a sentence that' cadres who have obtained diplomas and cadres who have not yet obtained diplomas should study hard'. As a result, he read that "monks who have obtained diplomas and cadres who have not obtained diplomas should study hard" and criticized: "Even monks have obtained diplomas, but cadres have not. It is really necessary to study hard. "A joke made us lean forward and backward with joy, and we were out of breath. Sweet laughter echoed in the campus for a long time. Teacher Zhou tells jokes about punctuation, not only to make us have fun, but also to let us know the usage of punctuation. Because of this joke, the students have a further understanding and understanding of punctuation.
In the composition class, Miss Zhou is like a complete composition book. She let me know that composition comes from life and is higher than life. In composition class, Miss Zhou always teaches us to write carefully and patiently. She found a lot of composition books, read them to us, or downloaded them online for us to enjoy. Teacher Zhou said, "It's like reading a mountain, and I don't like peace." Every time she writes a composition, she carefully corrects and writes comments for us. It is precisely because of teacher Zhou's seriousness that students' compositions have made a qualitative leap.
In fact, Mr. Zhou is more like an ideological and moral book. She often teaches us: "To help others be happy, be diligent and studious, and have a tolerant heart. Don't do things to get praise from others, but do everything for yourself and for the convenience of others. Tolerance is an indispensable thing for human beings. " As the saying goes: "The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is more open than the ocean, and the human mind is more open than the sky." The book "Ideology and Morality" has taught us a lot.
Teacher Zhou is a "universal book". Whether it is a composition book, an ideological and moral book or an encyclopedia, Mr. Zhou can do it. It is precisely because the teacher is a "universal book" that I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
2. Diary: Listening to Teacher Zhou's composition In the afternoon, my mother took me to Wenzhou Bookstore to listen to a composition lecture.
The multi-function hall on the third floor of Wenzhou Bookstore is overcrowded. I quickly found a seat and sat down. The lecture began, and the teacher introduced himself first: My name is Zhou, and you can call me Miss Zhou. I am also a Chinese teacher in Wenzhou Middle School. Then xu teacher talked about the main content of the composition lecture. Teacher Zhou began to talk about the imagination of composition. Teacher Zhou told us that imagination is the most important thing in writing. Imagination is what we change from life. So we should read more books and pay more attention to the people and things around us.
Then Teacher Zhou told us that people should not lie, but be honest children. However, you can "lie" when writing a composition. As soon as Mr. Zhou's words fell, there was a voice of doubt in the multi-function hall. Xu teacher hurriedly told us that "lying" here actually refers to imagination.
After listening to teacher Zhou's lecture, I think what teacher Zhou said is very reasonable. Reading more books and observing life at ordinary times will enrich our imagination.
3. Write a composition about the teacher by discussing one thing at a time. My teacher is very gentle. Her name is Zhou Zhou. She is not only beautiful and gentle, but also a patient and caring teacher.
My parents went out the day before yesterday. I didn't have the key to my home at that time, so I couldn't go home. Teacher Zhou took the initiative to call my mother after knowing the situation. After school, Mr. Zhou led me to sit down in KFC, ordered a set meal for me and helped me finish my homework that day until my parents arrived at our place. At that time, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening, and Teacher Zhou hurriedly got into the car and prepared to go home.
Although I haven't been alone with Miss Zhou for a long time, in those few short hours, she told me over and over again the topics I can't. The time is short, but I feel warm. Thank her! A patient and caring teacher.
4. How to write Miss Zhou in my memory? Many teachers have taught me, but I still like to teach my teacher Zhou. Miss Zhou's head is small, but full of wisdom, and crescent-shaped eyebrows are always neat. When I first came, I felt that Mr. Zhou was not very good at teaching. But once I changed my mind, and the teacher asked us to play games that day. I thought to myself, let's see what she can do. Soon we were attracted by Miss Zhou's game. After a while, the teacher asked us to write a composition called "God, God". With the movement of my pen, words jumped out one by one, and all the scenes just now came to my eyes. Everyone's composition is really one go. I showed it to the teacher and scored a bright red A+. I jumped three feet for joy.
5. "My Chinese Week Teacher", my Chinese teacher can often make us laugh, and my favorite Chinese teacher is very beautiful. This year, I am in the fourth grade of primary school.
Our Chinese teacher has also changed. She is Miss Zhou, the "experience" teacher who just finished teaching her sixth grade brother and sister. When school started, we didn't know each other.
She is not too tall, a little thin, about forty years old, with a pair of nearsighted glasses on her nose, a brown shawl and curly hair, which is very beautiful. Often wearing a lilac jacket with dark blue jeans looks unremarkable; However, he is knowledgeable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe him as "a man of great learning and great talent".
Teacher Zhou is usually humorous and gentle, and never gets angry with us. 7a686964616fe4b893e5b19E313333536536 always teaches us patiently. I remember once, Mr. Zhou fascinated us with his wonderful class, and some students couldn't help dancing with him. The teacher said humorously, "Teacher Zhou has only heard of singing and dancing with him, but never heard of dancing with him in class!" " Say that finish, the classmate who just danced with them blushed like a ripe apple.
Teacher Zhou is not only humorous, but also our mentor and friend. There will be a reading exchange meeting every month. We don't have much homework every day, but we must read extracurricular books every day.
Teacher Zhou attaches great importance to our writing and reading ability. Extracurricular reading analysis never advocates rote learning, but teaches us analytical methods.
We keep a circular diary almost every day to see which group has more points and can win prizes. We keep an observation diary about twice a month and write about the changes of ginkgo trees on campus.
This has greatly improved our writing level, reading analysis level and observation ability. After reading my introduction to the Chinese teacher, do you like this humorous and kind teacher Zhou as much as I do? .
6. Paper concerns. Where did Mr. Zhou see that our head teacher, Mr. Wang, is not tall and has an easy-going smile on his face every day?
In my eyes, she is not only a good teacher, but also a good friend, more like a kind mother, who always moistens the hearts of 48 students in her class with her selfless love. However, her good quality of being serious and responsible is still fresh in her memory. I remember last September 30th, we only attended school for half a day. Because I didn't finish my homework, Mr. Wang asked me to stay and make up lessons.
At noon, there were dark clouds outside the window, and soon it rained heavily outside the window. Teacher Wang came to my desk and said to me seriously, "As a student, you should be responsible for your study first. If you can't even finish this basic homework, you are not responsible for yourself. How can you support your parents in the future? " My nose is sour and I don't know what to say. "Well, pack your schoolbag and go home to copy it."
Teacher Wang softened her tone. But my mother couldn't pick me up that day, and my grandparents went out to travel again. After asking about the situation, the teacher asked with concern, "Have you ever been in a car alone?" Have you ever taken a bus or taxi alone? "I shook my head and said," I've only been in the car three times. "
Hearing this, Mr. Wang quickly said, "Then write it down! I'll take you home later! " "No, Miss Wang, I'll just go home by myself!" "No, it's raining so hard that the teacher is not at ease." In this way, after copying the composition, Mr. Wang and I sat in the car of Mr. Wang's lover with a small umbrella.
The car drove slowly on the white road. Not only is it raining heavily today, but also the cars on Baiyi Road are crowded. Our car can only move slowly like a snail. However, it's past twelve noon. Teacher Wang was afraid that I was hungry, so he took two moon cakes from the car and handed them to me with concern. "Come on, eat, it's twelve o'clock, and there's nothing to eat in this car. Please eat! " I quickly waved my hand and said, "thank you, teacher, I can't eat sweet appendicitis."
Teacher Wang looked around, sighed and said, "There is nothing you can eat in this car either. Please bear with me! " I nodded silently. It's raining harder and harder outside, and there seems to be thousands of rain curtains between heaven and earth.
Teacher Wang, who was sitting in the second seat, suddenly turned to me and said, "Zhang, you are actually quite smart." Do you know why you always stay? " All because of laziness. If you want to overcome laziness with diligence, you will have more time to review your lessons, do some Olympic math problems and develop your specialty. "I listened and nodded.
The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. The teacher's words make me feel very warm. Although the weather is so cold, my heart is not cold. Unconsciously, the car stopped, and Miss Wang helped me with my umbrella. "Come home, don't catch cold in the cold!" "Say that finish, the car drove away slowly, and I forgot to say thank you.
At that time, I felt so far away, the wind was still blowing, the rain was still falling, and the teacher touched me with sincere words. The teacher is a selfless gardener who always warms our hearts. I walked hard on the road, although it was cold, although it was cold, it seemed that there was a fire burning in my heart.
No matter how heavy the rain is, I am not afraid at all, because the teacher's care warms my heart all the time. When I just got home, the phone rang. Being a teacher is a kind of respect. "Hello."
"Zhang, are you at home?" "I'm home." I answered.
"Eat quickly, will you?" "yes." After hanging up the phone, another warm current came to my mind. What a caring teacher! Ah! What a good teacher! I am really proud to have such a teacher.
The good quality of teachers' conscientious and responsible work is worth learning.
7. Write a 600-word composition entitled "My teacher and I". Me and my teacher (1), you are hard gardeners.
Always cherish our delicate flowers, constantly water and fertilize us, and hope that we will become beautiful flowers as soon as possible and add color to our home! "It's very kind of you, teacher!" Although I have only been with you for a short year, you have taken good care of me in my study and life, which I will never forget. Your usual kind words often echo in my ears.
I remember that you gave me that beautiful composition book when you were the head teacher of our class. Every time I open the first page of the composition book and see the teacher's praise and encouragement comments, my mood is too excited to calm down.
The third grade is when I just started writing. My writing level is not very good. You patiently educated me and said to me earnestly, "You just learned to write a composition. Don't be discouraged if you don't write well Read more composition books, accumulate good words and sentences and apply them to your writing, and your writing will be improved. After the teacher's weekly composition comments and the teacher's guidance, my writing has improved obviously.
Once, I accidentally caught a cold and had a fever. You were in a hurry when you saw it. You immediately ask your classmates to accompany me to the infirmary to see a doctor.
When it was finally learned that it was caused by the common cold, a reassuring smile broke out on the teacher's face. Teacher, I will never forget your mother-like care for me! Teacher, you are so kind! My time with you is always the best! Teachers and I (2) Some people say, "Teachers are hardworking gardeners", while others say, "Teachers are our second parents". I think these metaphors are well deserved.
Indeed, teachers take good care of us, and there are many such examples around me. After finishing primary school, I will go to junior high school. Faced with this small choice in life, my parents chose No.2 Middle School for me.
"Choosing No.2 Middle School is choosing success", which is what my parents told me. When I got to school, I found that this sentence was true and my grades gradually improved. Of course, this is the teacher's encouragement, support, help and guidance.
For example, Teacher Su in our class is very concerned about my study. As long as I don't understand anything, she will seriously explain it to me until I understand it. And teacher Zhu, who is very tight on my study, is afraid that I will relax. As long as I don't hand in my homework once, she will ask me to make it up at once.
She also said to me, "You should work hard to get into (1) class, so that you can give full play to your talents." Of course, there is teacher Zhang, who cares about me the most and loves me the most. She treated me like her own child. She cares about the details of everything, just like my mother. There is one thing I can't forget until now.
I remember one time, somehow, I suddenly fell ill. I have a runny nose when I get up in the morning, and I can't finish wiping it. I always wipe it and run it.
I thought I had a cold, so I stuffed a tissue into class. The first one or two classes were ok, and I didn't miss much. The third class was teacher Zhang's. At this time, my nose was running badly, I sneezed, and tears followed.
Teacher Zhang saw me like this and went to the front and said kindly, "What's the matter?" I said, "Nothing, just a little cold. Hearing this, the teacher said, "Why don't you prescribe medicine?" Teacher Zhang asked in surprise.
I managed to smile and said, "Nothing". Teacher Zhang seemed relieved to see me like this, and continued his lecture.
But before long, Mr. Zhang seemed a little worried about me. Inadvertently, I wrote "Fa" as "Fa". My classmate reminded me: Teacher Zhang, the word is wrong.
Teacher Zhang suddenly realized and changed it. To this end, I am so touched! After class, the teacher came up to me again and said, "soldier, are you all right?" Do you want to go to the hospital? "Teacher zhang asked kindly.
At this time, I was moved by the teacher's words and deeds and wanted to cry, but I held back. Because gentlemen don't cry easily, this is what Teacher Li told me when I was in primary school.
I said excitedly, "Teacher, I'm fine. Please buy some medicine for me. "
The teacher asked again, "Are you really all right?" I just smiled and said, of course it's okay. The teacher left with confidence. In the afternoon, Teacher Zhang handed me a small bottle of medicine. I asked gratefully, Teacher Zhang, how much is it? The teacher said: no, you go and take medicine quickly! Pay more attention in the future and don't catch a cold again.
You are the only resident in our class. You should learn to take care of yourself. After listening to teacher Zhang, I was deeply moved.
Later, I handed her the money. Teacher Zhang said: No need, as long as you study hard and move towards your ideal. After listening to the teacher, I was even more moved. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I held back again.
Because I know that only if I succeed, I will be rewarded by Teacher Zhang. After I entered junior high school, many teachers in No.2 Middle School silently cared about me. They don't ask for anything in return, as long as their students can become talents in the future, it is the greatest reward for them.
Teachers in No.2 Middle School are so diligent in serving students, caring for every student and dedicating their beautiful youth. Each of them is our mentor and our good friend. I want to say to all teachers: teachers, I love you! You have worked hard! My story with my teacher was carefully recalled. In fact, the seemingly boring life is a story between me and my teacher.
I hesitated to walk back to my seat, and the composition class was about to begin. "Master Zhao" looked around the rostrum early. Maybe he just taught us and is not familiar with it.
He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and his eyes are brighter than those of other teachers. He is neatly dressed, but there is a little white hair on his temples, which I found.
He never liked the composition I wrote with my heart. My patience was worn away by his strange criteria for evaluating the composition.
I'm starting to miss the sports school. I don't have to study hard. As long as you train with your teammates and share joys and sorrows, you can feel the confidence of life. So this time, under the "big banyan tree", I casually wrote everything in the sports school, stuffed my composition book into my schoolbag, and didn't bother to take a look again.
Master's taste is really strange, so he took a fancy to my arbitrary composition. His slow and powerful voice sounded on the podium. The nonstandard Mandarin made me feel uncomfortable, but he was still natural and calm, without any embarrassment. Naughty classmates even took it with him.
8. I and the teacher composition network synthesis-teacher composition: I and the teacher some people say: "the teacher is a hard gardener", and some people say: "the teacher is our second parent." I think these metaphors are well-deserved for teachers.
Indeed, teachers take good care of us, and there are many such examples around me. After finishing primary school, I will go to junior high school. Faced with this small choice in life, my parents chose No.2 Middle School for me.
"Choosing No.2 Middle School is choosing success", which is what my parents told me. When I got to school, I found that this sentence was true and my grades gradually improved. Of course, this is the teacher's encouragement, support, help and guidance.
For example, Teacher Su in our class is very concerned about my study. As long as I don't understand anything, she will seriously explain it to me until I understand it. And teacher Zhu, who is very tight on my study, is afraid that I will relax. As long as I don't hand in my homework once, she will ask me to make it up at once.
She also said to me, "You should work hard to get into (1) class, so that you can give full play to your talents." Of course, there is teacher Zhang, who cares about me the most and loves me the most. She treated me like her own child. She cares about the details of everything, just like my mother. There is one thing I can't forget until now.
I remember one time, somehow, I suddenly fell ill. I have a runny nose when I get up in the morning, and I can't finish wiping it. I always wipe it and run it.
I thought I had a cold, so I stuffed a tissue into class. The first one or two classes were ok, and I didn't miss much. The third class was teacher Zhang's. At this time, my nose was running badly, I sneezed, and tears followed.
Teacher Zhang saw me like this and went to the front and said kindly, "What's the matter?" I said, "Nothing, just a little cold. Hearing this, the teacher said, "Why don't you prescribe medicine?" Teacher Zhang asked in surprise.
I managed to smile and said, "Nothing". Teacher Zhang seemed relieved to see me like this, and continued his lecture.
But before long, Mr. Zhang seemed a little worried about me. Inadvertently, I wrote "Fa" as "Fa". My classmate reminded me: Teacher Zhang, the word is wrong.
Teacher Zhang suddenly realized and changed it. To this end, I am so touched! After class, the teacher came up to me again and said, "soldier, are you all right?" Do you want to go to the hospital? "Teacher zhang asked kindly.
At this time, I was moved by the teacher's words and deeds and wanted to cry, but I held back. Because gentlemen don't cry easily, this is what Teacher Li told me when I was in primary school.
I said excitedly, "Teacher, I'm fine. Please buy some medicine for me. "
The teacher asked again, "Are you really all right?" I just smiled and said, of course it's okay. The teacher left with confidence. In the afternoon, Teacher Zhang handed me a small bottle of medicine. I asked gratefully, Teacher Zhang, how much is it? The teacher said: no, you go and take medicine quickly! Pay more attention in the future and don't catch a cold again.
You are the only resident in our class. You should learn to take care of yourself. After listening to teacher Zhang, I was deeply moved.
Later, I handed her the money. Teacher Zhang said: No need, as long as you study hard and move towards your ideal. After listening to the teacher, I was even more moved. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I held back again.
Because I know that only if I succeed, I will be rewarded by Teacher Zhang. After I entered junior high school, many teachers in No.2 Middle School silently cared about me. They don't ask for anything in return, as long as their students can become talents in the future, it is the greatest reward for them.
Teachers in No.2 Middle School are so diligent in serving students, caring for every student and dedicating their beautiful youth. Each of them is our mentor and our good friend. I want to say to all teachers: teachers, I love you! You have worked hard! My story with my teacher was carefully recalled. In fact, the seemingly boring life is a story between me and my teacher.
I hesitated to walk back to my seat, and the composition class was about to begin. "Master Zhao" looked around the rostrum early. Maybe he just taught us and is not familiar with it.
He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and his eyes are brighter than those of other teachers. He is neatly dressed, but there is a little white hair on his temples, which I found.
He never liked the composition I wrote with my heart. My patience was worn away by his strange criteria for evaluating the composition.
I'm starting to miss the sports school. I don't have to study hard. As long as you train with your teammates and share joys and sorrows, you can feel the confidence of life. So this time, under the "big banyan tree", I casually wrote everything in the sports school, stuffed my composition book into my schoolbag, and didn't bother to take a look again.
Master's taste is really strange, so he took a fancy to my arbitrary composition. His slow and powerful voice sounded on the podium. The nonstandard Mandarin made me feel uncomfortable, but he was still natural and calm, without any embarrassment. Naughty students didn't even have a chance to make fun of him.
I listened quietly to his comments on my composition, and there were really three or four comments on my feelings at that time. These comments will undoubtedly remind me of training, just like an altar of vinegar, poured in my heart accurately, making me sour from the bottom of my heart.
After reading the following, even my eyes are inexplicably sour, and I can't put anything in my throat. I have practiced track and field for six years, and I can bear it no matter how tired or bitter I am.
I may be so hard on myself that even I can't bear to cry. When the teacher read the ending on the stage, the eyebrows in my right eye were quickly raised. He looks very engaged and interesting.
If I laugh or cry, don't overdo it. Look out of the classroom window. Everyone listened to the class obediently, but I didn't know what branches and leaves of that tree were swaying happily in the wind alone.
I closed my eyes and thought of being lazy during training and sneaking under a tree to enjoy the coolness of the wind blowing through my nose. I suddenly felt very comforted. When he invited me to dinner with several classmates for the first time, I told him doubtfully that I just wrote down what I had experienced. Why do you think it was so good?
Who knows he smiled awkwardly, "ha ha ha! I just want to know about your life. " At the moment, he is simply an urchin who loves to listen to stories.
That simple reason fell on my heart like a feather, which was unbearable. At that time, I thought the teacher was ridiculous, but it was not.
9. Teachers' Day composition is mainly about the teacher and me, Miss Cao. Unconsciously, you have taught us to enter the fourth year, and you have left an indelible impression on me. In order to train 38 students in our class, you really broke your heart.
I remember it was when you just took us to a Chinese class. I am timid, and I don't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. At this time, you always kindly say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if you answer wrong, I won't blame you, as long as you dare to answer the question." At this time, your eyes show encouragement. Ah! This style is only available to loving mothers!
Teacher Cao, you are always so patient with our teaching and so serious and responsible for your work.
Once, your throat was so swollen that you could hardly speak. However, you still teach us with your slight voice. Teacher, we are deeply moved by your selfless dedication.
Teacher Cao, over the past four years, we have always remembered what you have done for us. I want to say to you: "I feel extremely happy to be your student, because you have accompanied me to grow up with endless love."
A short story between me and my teacher.
Dear teacher Huang, the annual Teacher's Day will be in a few days. I sincerely wish you a happy holiday.
As our math teacher, what you expect most is that we can be admitted to key middle schools, so you should worry about our homework. But one thing is deeply imprinted on my mind.
Remember that math class where you taught us to measure numbers. In order to make us understand better, you give us a lecture by expanding your throat. However, I still can't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time. I learned a book after class and asked you. I thought you would think I was stupid and talk to me impatiently. However, you measured me with a ruler and patiently told me that your smile made me smile.
However, a few days later, you felt tired, but you continued to give us a lecture in a hoarse voice. How ashamed I am!
Teacher Huang, you have worked hard. Happy holidays to you and all the teachers!
What happened between me and my teacher.
"Oh, no! I forgot to bring the USB flash drive. " Teacher Zhou said. It turns out that the teacher is printing documents in the copy room.
The teacher dragged me to the street, ready to take a taxi home to get the USB flash drive. The taxi is coming, so let's hurry. I thought: How can a teacher forget things? It turns out that teachers also have shortcomings. "ah!" The teacher cried again, and when we hurried home, we forgot the key in a hurry. What shall we do? Seeing the teacher worried, I followed suit. Seeing that my home is coming, I can't think of an idea, so I can only go back and have a look. When we got home, the door was still locked tightly and we were desperate. The teacher said, "I don't have much money with me." If I go back to get the key, it will be too late and it will take a lot of time. " While we were thinking about it, I suddenly shouted, "Teacher, is there a window in the backyard?" "Yes, but I don't know if it's off." The teacher said. So we can't wait to come to the backyard. God helped me. The window was open. I said, "Teacher, I am small. I went in through the window and opened the door. " "good!" The teacher said that I forced my way in because the window was too small. After I went in, I hurried to find the door, but where was it? I saw a door on the balcony. I opened it and took a look. No, just when I was in a hurry, the teacher came. I have opened the door, but I didn't find it hidden in the corner of the balcony. The door opened and the teacher said to me, "If you hadn't had a brainwave, I would be at a loss. Thank you! "
On the way back, my teacher and I were very happy.
Me and the teacher
Teacher, you are a diligent gardener. Always cherish our delicate flowers, constantly water and fertilize us, and hope that we will become beautiful flowers as soon as possible and add color to our home!
"It's very kind of you, teacher!" Although I have only been with you for a short year, you have taken good care of me in my study and life, which I will never forget. Your usual kind words often echo in my ears.
I remember that you gave me that beautiful composition book when you were the head teacher of our class. Every time I open the first page of the composition book and see the teacher's praise and encouragement comments, my mood is too excited to calm down. The third grade is when I just started writing. My writing level is not very good. You patiently educated me and said to me earnestly, "You just learned to write a composition. Don't be discouraged if you don't write well Read more composition books, accumulate good words and sentences and apply them to your writing, and your writing will be improved. After the teacher's weekly composition comments and the teacher's guidance, my writing has improved obviously.
Once, I accidentally caught a cold and had a fever. You were in a hurry when you saw it. You immediately ask your classmates to accompany me to the infirmary to see a doctor. When it was finally learned that it was caused by the common cold, a reassuring smile broke out on the teacher's face. Teacher, I will never forget your mother-like care for me!
Teacher, you are so kind! My time with you is always the best!