Chapter 1: Friendship between Teachers and Students Stalin once said: Teachers are engineers of the human soul. Isn't that what my teacher is like? They are all amiable and approachable. Among them, the most prominent is my Chinese teacher, Miss Yan.
Miss Yan has taught us for five years. She is attached with an unusual beauty, which constantly attracts and inspires me, allowing me to fly freely in the sea of books and feel the pleasure of learning. It is because of this unusual charm that I feel that I am no longer tired of learning. Even if I made a serious mistake, Miss Yan will wouldn't scold me, but only told me what to do with gentle eyes.
On Friday afternoon, it is teacher Yan's class and team class. Traditionally, the first class and team class should talk about the convention. The teacher asked Zhang Yichao to read some articles about the school road team in the convention. I followed absently, picking my fingernails from time to time, admiring my sandy jade hands, and being proud of having such hands. The teacher recited the ancient poems again, and I am still the same. My deskmate came to me. But I never realized that he was just making trouble. After the students recited the ancient poems, the teacher said: One of the students in the fourth group was absent-minded and caught my attention. I'll immediately invite this classmate to the podium to talk about his views on the school road team. When I heard this, I just came to my senses. It turned out that the teacher was talking about me. Only then did I find that the teacher had a pair of talking eyes. I walked to the podium with small steps, because I couldn't even say a word in my heart, for fear that the teacher would scold me, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water. As soon as I got on the platform, I was speechless. The teacher asked me to think for a while, probably because I was afraid I couldn't say it, and gave me some hints. However, I only said a few words later, and then there was nothing to say. I lost all my face in front of my classmates and immediately blushed. I really want to find a hole drill first. The teacher asked me to communicate with her after school. After school, the teacher's soft voice made me lift my head. The teacher said to me: I regard you as a good student, so you should be a good student, or you should learn the rules of class and a composition. You don't have to beat the drum hard. You should be a good classmate and show it to me next week. I dare not look into the teacher's eyes, which makes me feel that the teacher loves me as much as the mother loves her daughter.
After the holiday, I miss my teacher and her care for me. I really hope that the sixth grade teacher Yan can still teach us!
Chapter 2: Teacher-student relationship. My mother divorced my father soon after giving birth to me. After mom left, dad also went out to work. I can only live at grandma's house. Therefore, apart from grandma's love, my teachers impressed me the most in my life. They not only taught me knowledge, but also cared about my life and my mood, and taught me the truth of being a man.
Take last year for example. I had an unforgettable event with the teacher who taught our Chinese class.
Her surname is Yu. She has a pair of very bright big eyes, black and clear eyes. That day, after class, all her classmates went to the multimedia room to take pictures. Everyone crowded in front. I can't squeeze them. I retreated to the door and turned to see Miss Yu standing in the corridor. I walked up with a smile, and she smiled back and dragged me to her office to chat.
I remember clearly that I not only talked to her about my family and recent studies, but also talked to me about her childhood and encouraged me.
She said: When I was a child, my family was not rich either. My father works in a mine, and the whole family lives on him. He is the pillar of our family. Unexpectedly, an accident happened later, and my father, uncle and more than 200 of their workers all died underground. I was in junior high school at that time. What do you think will happen to me when I hear the news? I always shed tears in the first few months. Later, I became more sensible, more diligent and thrifty, and studied harder, because I knew that I was different from other students. I often studied late into the night in a dark and humid cabin.
Have you ever been to college? I asked eagerly.
She smiled and said softly, if I didn't pass the exam, how can I be your teacher today?
Only then did I know that my question was naive, so I rubbed my hands and listened to Teacher Yu's story.
Later, after graduating from college, I found an object, that is, Mr. Qi, who taught you math. But I have been married for more than three years and have no children. Teacher Yu sighed with a frown.
Have you seen a doctor? I asked softly.
Yes, I did. I got sick in high school. The doctor said I had a cold.
I looked at her, held her hand and said to her, Teacher Yu, I want to be your daughter. Do you think it's okay?
Teacher Yu said happily to me: well, this is a secret between us. I was very happy that day. I walked out of the teacher's office and rushed into my classmates.
In the next half semester, I listened to her class more attentively. Teacher Yu really treats me like a daughter, and her warm messages are often in the composition book. Soon, who knows that the secret leaked out, and it was none other than Teacher Yu who leaked the news. It was her birthday, and she told me herself. I drew her a picture symbolizing happiness, and wrote a blessing poem by myself. I can see that she is very happy. At the end of class, she smiled and said loudly to the whole class: whoever has a birthday next week, I will be a mother to reward him (her).
Later, when my birthday came, she bought me a set of study tools and a dictionary. How thoughtful of her. I don't know where she learned about my birthday. Coincidentally, not only myself but also three classmates celebrated my birthday that week. Naturally, Teacher Yu bought them the same gift. Teacher Yu won't treat them as her own children, will she? I thought about it for a long time afterwards and seemed a little jealous. But the kindness and kindness of the teacher still moved me for a long time.
Chapter 3: Teacher-student friendship Teachers are like mothers, caring for us in every possible way. Teachers, like gardeners, support our hearts with AIDS. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves in obscurity! Our teacher Zhai is such a good teacher.
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine shines into the classroom, and the students sit in their seats and read aloud in the sunshine. The sound of books spread all over the campus, and the sound of reading sometimes climbed up like a monkey, sometimes fell like raindrops, sometimes like a torrent, and sometimes like a brisk stream.
Suddenly, a loud report made the classroom suddenly quiet. I looked at it carefully. Isn't this Wang? How come... I saw him: his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his red scarf was worn backwards. For example, he brought a napkin, his clothes were open, he was panting and out of breath. His embarrassment amused his classmates. Some students laughed their heads off, some cried and some burst into laughter. The teacher also saw it and made a gesture to calm everyone down.
The teacher walked towards Wang and saw Wang's legs trembling slightly, his head bowed, his schoolbag in one hand and his skirts in the other. He must be thinking: this is so fun!
Yinzhe, why did you eat it? The teacher asked with a smile.
I slept too late yesterday, so Wang snorted in a mosquito-like voice.
Spring makes people sleepy, and teachers sometimes don't want to get up. The teacher helped him arrange his hair and clothes as he spoke.
Hearing this, the students were all taken aback and talked about it in succession. Some said: Ah? Why is the teacher like this? Some people say, well, I lived like that. Others said: I am not sleepy!
Send you a word, a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning. Remember this sentence and you won't be late again. Teacher Zhai said earnestly.
Wang looked at the teacher gratefully: Teacher, I must keep this sentence in mind.
Look at you like this, you must not have eaten, right? The teacher rubbed his stomach with hunger.
No. Wang murmured.
The teacher put his mouth to his ear and whispered, "Come to my office after class." I have a packet of biscuits there. Eat something to satisfy your hunger!
Go up later! The teacher looked at Wang, his eyes full of expectation.
This is the teacher-student relationship. The teacher criticized us in order to make us study hard. The teacher inspires us and helps us. Ah! Teacher-student relationship, blood is thicker than water, teacher-student relationship, touching!
Chapter Four: The affection between teachers and students is deep. Now that I am a junior high school student, I think about how much time I wasted. From a two-year-old child who knows nothing in a kindergarten class to a 12-year-old girl who wants to be independent and pursue individuality, there are many memories worth remembering in the long years of 10!
A thoughtful young teacher in kindergarten; Strict and responsible teachers in primary schools; Teachers with unique teaching methods in junior high school make me unforgettable.
I have been in contact with Mr. Liang for almost a year since I was in junior high school, and my admiration for him is heartfelt. Mom said: I know this teacher Liang is a real person. I smiled and said to my mother, the teacher is so kind to us! And the article is very well written. I want to ask the teacher some day. I remember when you came to my house and visited my room during the summer vacation, you saw the photos on the wall and smiled and praised me as a big girl. I can't help laughing.
I love playing. I was very practical at first, but later I became more and more relaxed. The teacher found that my current state was very bad, and my monthly exam scores plummeted. My parents are in a hurry. I'm afraid I'm behind everyone and I can't catch up if I want to. Teachers and parents have talked seriously and deeply, saying that my learning attitude is not good. Absenteeism and speaking in class are obviously not as good as before. Mother was very anxious when she heard the teacher's words. In that conversation with me, my mother and I had a terrible argument. I argued with my mother unconvinced and cried.
The next day, Teacher Liang called me out to chat with me. Said a lot to me and touched me a lot. He said I have great potential, but I don't cherish it myself. It's a pity to waste my youth. I have been telling myself that Mr. Liang spent so much time communicating with me, hoping that I could realize my mistake. I am stubborn and opposed to my parents and teachers, but what good is it for me? !
Sometimes, you are lazy and haven't finished your homework. I was a little nervous when handing in my homework, and I didn't know how to explain it. Rub into the office door, give him a look at the teacher's back, tangled in my heart. Finally, I walked to the teacher with my head down, as scared as going to war. And teacher Liang's words made this tense atmosphere disappear.
What happened? ! What's wrong now?
The homework is not finished.
Why?
I forgot to write yesterday.
You are really great! I can forget to do my homework
In fact, the teacher had already seen that I was making excuses, but I was embarrassed because I didn't expose the truth.
Then Teacher Liang said to me very seriously: Don't do your homework just for the sake of it. In that case, you'd better not write. What's the point of writing it! Wrote a scribble, but the brain. In vain, what's the point of plagiarism? Learning is not for teachers, but for their own work. Do everything in a down-to-earth manner.
I nodded in shame.
Teacher Liang and I have a very deep friendship between teachers and students. Every time he educates me, I will write it down and remind myself at all times.
I dare not say that I am the best, but I can assure you that I will never let my teacher down. I will try my best to tap my potential ability and not let it go to waste.
Under the guidance of Teacher Liang, a large number of outstanding students will emerge. The teacher told us a sentence that benefited us a lot: Don't waste the present youth, twelve or thirteen years old is the season of germination, so make good use of this short youth!
Chapter 5: The affection between teachers and students is deep. All the teachers in the world are very good. This nursery rhyme is a compliment to maternal love. How did it become a compliment to the teacher as soon as it entered my mouth? Well, this is because, uh, sell it first!
Oh yeah! After school! Finally, after a day's study, we were finally liberated. Continue our game. After finishing our homework, let's go and read a book. Girls chat in the aisle, boys push around at the door, rush forward and hold them back. Very lively!
However, we didn't notice that there was a stack of English "One Lesson and One Practice" on the neat podium. None of us noticed them. Even those class cadres were carried away by the joy of relaxation. Gradually, it became quiet inside and outside the classroom.
The long veil of the sunset turns from red to purple, and the sky is getting dark. After a week's meeting, the teachers went to the carport one by one. English teacher Huang left the army of teachers to meet Lu Jialing in my class. The teacher has a keen eye. As soon as she entered the door, she found the stack of unopened exercise books. She asked Lu Jialing: Why don't you hand out your exercise books? Lu Jialing said: I don't know, but this pile of books seems to be a group. Suddenly, the teacher's cell phone rang: Huang Lei, come home for dinner. Ok, I'll be right there. Teacher Huang answered. What's going on here? Didn't the team leader send it? We must talk to them tomorrow! Forget it, let's find a way to let the children take the book away first. So, the teacher took out the address book and mobile phone. Toot-toot. Hello? Hello, I'm Miss Huang. Your "one lesson and one practice" is at school. Come and get it. Hello, I'm Miss Huang.
Oh, dear! The camera turned to my house. Oh, why is my English "one lesson and one practice" missing? I'm looking for my book Lesson One Exercise in my schoolbag. It's not in my schoolbag. The schoolbag was turned upside down, but the notebook was still missing. Ding's phone rang. I immediately replied: hello? Ok, I'll be right there. It turns out that my notebook is also at school. So, I immediately rushed to school in lightning speed. The teacher was looking at me when he ran into the classroom. I took the notebook, said thank you and walked out of the classroom. When I left, I found that the teacher picked up the phone and dialed the next phone. Ah! The teacher has been standing for us for a long time unconsciously, looking for it for a long time. I can't help but stop and look at the only light in the whole building. I shouted in my heart: thank you, teacher!
Walking on the neon-filled way home, I deeply felt the honor of being loved. From then on, I also understood the profound meaning of loving life like loving a son.