2. A person is in the classroom of Nuoda University, curled up at the corner of the table and sobbing, watching the thunder and lightning outside the window and the trees swaying in the wind and rain. That thunderstorm night, loneliness and fear occupied my young mind. Just when I was desperate, it was you, the teacher, who held my little hand tightly and passed on the warmth to me. Don't be afraid that the teacher will take you home. Those gentle words still seem to be in my ears. If a warm flame illuminates my heart, how can a pair of small hands warm you? That's my cold heart. In the rain, you took my little hand and put your broad windbreaker on my thin shoulder. Your back is so thin in the rain. When you sent me home, your clothes were soaked by the rain, and you got into the rain before the students said thank you.
Whenever I am in a class reading loudly, I am always intoxicated by your wonderful voice. Your voice is like a tinkling mountain spring, a gurgling stream and a surging Yangtze River, and my heart is surging like you. You are like an industrious bee collecting knowledge for us, and let us swim in the ocean of knowledge; You are like Apollo, the sun god, holding up our tomorrow's sun and filling our young hearts with warm sunshine all the time. Ah, teacher, we will never forget that you planted spring, ideals and strength for us with your love. Ah, teacher, we will never forget that you lit the spark of our wisdom with your heart and opened the window of our hearts with your hands.
Whenever I am in a happy campus, I always look at the campus with deep affection and watch the young trees beside the flag stand grow up day by day. You are like a diligent gardener, nurturing us to thrive; You are like a candle, illuminating us and exhausting ourselves. I am moved by your noble quality, and I admire your professionalism. I am standing on the playground again. Our teaching building is like a ship in the sea. Teacher, you are like our captain, guiding us through the waves. Ah, teacher, we won't forget that you caught us with the rudder in your hand and made us brave. From then on, we are no longer confused and sail to the distant place of victory. Ah, teacher, I want to sing a hymn for you in my heart. I will study hard and build the motherland more prosperous when I grow up!
The teacher has a pair of big talking eyes. The first time I saw her, I was deeply attracted by these magical eyes. Since then, these eyes have given me countless warmth. In class, the teacher's eyes always sparkle with encouragement and trust. After class, we can always see a happy smile in the teacher's eyes. Teachers' eyes are always full of tenderness. Even in the face of our mistakes, those eyes are still like warm spring breeze. It's like there are thousands of words printed in my heart that I haven't said. What I like most is that I can see the teacher's smiling eyes from a distance, and I feel that there is no verbal communication between us, and even the air is full of happiness.
6. Teacher, I admire you, and I can't explain why I have such admiration. Looking at your neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard, I can't weigh how many mysteries and hardships there are. I only know that it is your selfless dedication to social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium. What's that noise? Is it the green birdsong of nature? Is it a harmonious melody sound from a classical instrument? No, it's not. It is a kind of voice from the outside world, which contains beautiful tones in the world. It sounds profound to us, because that voice is not an ordinary voice, but a signal voice of knowledge. As soon as you hear this voice, you will know that there is a lot of knowledge coming from afar and entering the post station of your brain.
7. Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties, and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts and give us guidance, insight and imagination to build our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay a good foundation, and you have done your best for our growth! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.
8. I have a "savage father" who is very strict with me and wants me to be a "favored son of heaven". If I can't do something well, his kind face will suddenly change, revealing a pair of terrible little eyes staring at me, which makes me very scared. At this time, I stopped at once, even afraid of the atmosphere, as if I had been drugged by the Monkey King. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, my father will get angry, and his original roaring fist will be around you and hit the ground. It can't be prevented, and it tastes bad.
9. I deeply remember that once you came to class wearing shorts and skirts. I was curious about this dress, so I quietly reached out and wanted to find out. You patted my hand and I immediately shrank back, and the students burst into laughter. Looking at your Gherardini cheek, I am not angry. I blushed, but you smiled and said, "It's getting worse!" I spat out my tongue and flew back to my seat. Afterwards, I learned from my classmates that it was rude to you, but you didn't scold me in public. You know what, teacher? At that time, your image in my heart suddenly became higher.
10, my mother is over 40 years old, but when she walks with me, people say that she is more like my sister. Mom likes pouting when she is angry. It's so cute. My mother also loves shopping and always buys a lot of cosmetics to go home, so my father and I became his free "porters". When others praise her, she always smiles from ear to ear, and then goes home and keeps showing off to us. My mother loves singing very much, and always thinks that she sings very well, so she sings at home, which makes my father and I feel very bitter, so that for a while, my father and I stuffed cotton into our ears every day.
1 1. As the saying goes, "strict teachers make excellent students". Teacher Shen is also very strict. As soon as I enter the classroom in the morning, I can always see Mr. Shen standing at the door of the classroom and meticulously checking and endorsing. Students who can't recite will stand outside the door and read it again. If the bell rings and you can't recite it, go to the office after class and watch it until you can recite it. Mr. Shen sent the revised book again. Finally, Mr. Shen said, "There was a man who handed in his homework without writing a word! Who stood up by himself! " . A classmate stood up trembling. "Stay after school!" . Mr. Shen's words dragged on so long that no one in the classroom dared to say anything. The classmate didn't come out of the office until everyone who cleaned the classroom left. He must have been carefully educated by Mr. Shen.
12, Miss Shen is very concerned about her classmates. If someone is injured or falls down, he will rub mercurochrome on them, and those who are seriously injured will be sent to the hospital in person, and then give us a "safety lesson". Teacher Shen doesn't assign too much homework, respects our suggestions and is more open-minded. I remember when I was in Grade One and Grade Two, the content was very simple and I could read it in a few minutes. In the rest of the time, I often tell us stories. At ordinary times, Mr. Shen will regard math activity class as math and class meeting class as Chinese class. In math activity class, Mr. Shen took us out to practice, such as counting height, weight and age. During the class meeting, we will discuss things in the class, such as the selection of class committees, class cadres and group leaders.
13. Everyone likes to listen to Mr. Shen's class, because his speech is humorous and active, which is one of the reasons why we like him. I remember that in the third grade, Mr. Shen was not the head teacher, but only taught us math and writing. Once in a writing class, we had to write many new words and phrases. We wrote and wrote, and finally got to the last word "turtle". Teacher Shen said slowly, "There's only one turtle left, the turtle's grandson's turtle." We all laughed, and Mr. Shen said solemnly, "You can't talk nonsense now, turtle grandson!" . That funny expression and action can make people laugh now.
14. On the day of school holiday, we went back to school to get our grades. All the students in the class went to the playground to listen to the headmaster's instructions, and only Miss Li and I were left in the class. When I asked the teacher if he really wanted to leave, his eyes turned red in an instant. I was very sad at that time. I shouldn't have asked the teacher. So I want to smile at the teacher, so maybe she won't be too sad. However, the tears were so naughty that they slipped out quietly and didn't want to stop. I can't remember exactly how the farewell ceremony was spent. Maybe I will never remember. Before leaving, my classmates and I went to the office to say goodbye to the teacher. I hugged my teacher tightly. The teacher's arms are so warm. I've always wanted this hug since I first met my teacher. I just didn't expect it, but now it is our farewell ceremony.
15 However, something unexpected happened. One day, the teacher was ill, but soon he stood on the platform and continued to teach us. We thought our teacher was ill, but we didn't know it was cancer until we were sent to the hospital for examination. But he asked his family to keep it a secret and insisted on leaving the hospital to give us a lecture. Ironically, I didn't even know he was giving me a lecture, even though he was ill. Just a few days before the game, he fell down and explained the topic to me again. After being taken to the hospital, he never came back. Later, I learned that his condition deteriorated due to overwork and he died after being rescued. Hearing the news, my pen dropped and my tears fell unconsciously.