She is of medium height, with a ponytail and glasses. At 7: 40 every morning, she always appears at the door of the classroom on time; Every time she has a Chinese class, she will step into the classroom with a bell. Who is she? Oh, she is the Chinese teacher and head teacher of our class, Miss Gao.
Miss Gao, she encouraged me when I was frustrated, helped me when I was in trouble, pointed me out when I made mistakes and praised me when I succeeded.
Once, when I was on duty at noon, I was misunderstood by a teacher and criticized by that teacher. I am very unhappy. At this time, Mr. Gao came, and when he saw that I was a little unhappy, he kindly asked: Cho, what happened to you? Miss Gao, I don't want to be on duty! ? I said. ? Why? I briefly told Miss Gao about the situation at noon. Miss Gao smiled and said, It doesn't matter. You should report to the counselor to prove that you are right. Let the teacher know the situation, and don't let it affect you too much. As for whether it is worth being on duty, go back and think about it before making a decision! ? Hearing this, my heart warmed up and I felt much better. Later, this matter was solved, and I stayed in the duty platoon and won the trust of the counselor. All this is thanks to Mr. Gao's unique guidance.
There is one more thing that I will never forget. One day, Miss Gao called me to the office and said happily to me. There will be a calligraphy competition in Zhouqu. One class chooses a classmate to take part in the competition, and our class chooses you. I'm a little surprised, a little surprised and a little nervous. I can't make up my mind. I don't know if I should go. Miss Gao seemed to read my mind. She encouraged me to say, Didn't you win the first prize in the school competition? Relax and have a try! As long as you work hard, it doesn't matter if your grades are not good! ? Well, since Miss Gao recommended me to try, I'll try! In order to make me get good grades, Miss Gao took great pains. She asked me to practice a word carefully after finishing my homework every night and bring it to school the next day. For my calligraphy, Mr. Gao also gave patient guidance: first, compare the calligraphy of other students with mine, so that I can learn their generous and delicate calligraphy; Then, I copied Mr. Jiang's handwriting, made the corners smoother and changed the font. One, two or three are better than one, and each one has the painstaking efforts, guidance and teaching of Mr. Gao. On the day of the competition, I walked to the stadium with Mr. Gao's hope and confidence to show my highest level. The result has been announced, first prize! Who knows how much sweat and energy Miss Gao has in it? !
Teacher Gao guides my study and life, makes my grades and abilities progress step by step, and makes me admire and love.
An article praising teachers: teachers
Ordinary is unique.
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Teachers, a profession that few people are engaged in, are ordinary and noble. Many scholars have praised teachers. It's a bit trite to praise the teacher repeatedly, but I still can't help but praise the teacher to express my inner gratitude.
Bi Shumin wrote in My Five Samples:? Water, air, sunshine, flowers, pens? It is a difficult thing for her to choose. If I were to say the five most important things in my life, which ones would it be? Teacher? . Since I reached school age, I have been accompanied by relatives and friends, and the rest are teachers who act as leaders in my life.
When I was a child, my dream was to be a teacher. But the reason is ridiculous, because teachers can not do homework, but also correct homework. I couldn't help laughing when I remembered it later.
The first step is to instill good guidance.
Does every student still remember that in the hot summer, our teacher gave up the wonderful lunch break and took pains to answer our problems over and over again until we understood them? When our faces suddenly opened up, did you find that the teacher's face was not impatient but satisfied? But compared with you, did you tell the teacher when you left? Teacher, you have worked hard, thank you? Where is it? Students are always selfish and need that tolerant heart to forgive us.
The second act is as close as parents
We, the unrestrained and free post-90s, always have our own troubles in our study and life. Some things can't be told to parents, brothers and girlfriends, and you will be absent-minded in class. A careful teacher is always the first to find out. Give us some time with our family after school to solve our troubles. Think about whether we have hugged the teacher or said anything in the teacher's ear during our study career. Teacher, I love you! ?
Act III Intimacy as friends
In the sports meeting, have you found that the teacher is often the most motivated to refuel, and the teacher is the happiest when you cross the finish line. Even if you can't get the ranking, how can amiable teachers care about this? In their minds, every student is the best. As long as we work hard, no matter whether the grades are good or bad, the teacher will smile. When we are depressed because of something, the teacher will comfort us like friends. Teacher, how lucky we are to meet you in our life!
On campus, this phenomenon is too numerous to mention, and we may really understand it only after careful consideration! The teacher's selflessness has no purpose, and its ultimate purpose is for the students. It seems that everything we get from our teachers is natural, and we never seem to think about why. Maybe starting today, we should think about it. Starting today, we should do something for our teachers.
? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night? . Use this sentence? Words of wisdom? This is the most appropriate way to describe a teacher's life.
In my opinion, the campus is not only a place to train talents, but also a paradise full of human feelings. Inside, we don't have to worry about being cheated and dangerous, because behind us, there are teachers escorting us.
An article praising the teacher: My teacher
For a long time, I've always wanted to write about my teacher. This idea has been lingering in my mind like a debt, which makes me suffer in my heart. Now, an irresistible force has sprouted, urging my lazy hands to open the long-forgotten but still vivid memory.
From primary school to junior high school to normal school and then to Huai Normal University, I admire and appreciate many teachers. Among them are the late teacher Fan Zufang, who taught me A, O and E, and gave me endless enlightenment. There are teachers Li Yunduo who always encouraged me to praise and support me. There are teachers Wang who always loved me, appreciated me and helped me. There are teachers Wang who made me fall in love with Chinese through repeated reading and reciting. In addition, Mr. Wang, who only taught me one class, made me feel the charm of Chinese and your personality. But I only have one mouth and one heart. Even if it's dawn, it's endless. Even if I use gorgeous language, I can't express my sincere gratitude. Besides, I'm just ignorant. I can only choose two teachers to state my own affairs to express my gratitude and high respect to the teachers who taught me. They educated me, loved me, supported me, encouraged me and gave me endless lessons.
In my heart, I often miss the female teacher who taught me the second grade of primary school. Although thirty or forty years have passed, I still remember her name clearly. Her name is Xia Chengzhi, and she is a student. She is about 18 or 19 years old. But there is always a smile on her delicate face, as well as the gentle drizzle-like words and the elegant temperament of family in the city. She told us about the tall buildings in the city, the stories of the people in the city, the ideals of the people in the city, and especially how sweet the little sugar in the city is. In the 1970s and 1980s, these novel things often stimulated us with endless temptations, making us fantasize about sitting in the car, driving on the wide and flat asphalt road, watching the cement buildings flash by outside the window, and eating sweet candy in our mouths. How happy and glorious it is! Jumping out of the farm gate to live in the city, this impulse has been deeply rooted in my young mind. Perhaps with this bud, there will be a force that has been driving me to keep working hard, not to be discouraged after failing to enter higher schools, and not to give up after a hard life. Although I failed to realize my original wish today, a yearning, a pursuit and a hope brought to me by Teacher Xia have already turned into a beautiful memory forever.
One day in the summer vacation of grade two, my mother came back from the outside and brought back a handful of beautifully packaged candy, telling me that Miss Xia had been transferred back to the city. This candy was sent by Miss Xia. In this way, we didn't wave goodbye, and my dear teacher Xia left. I remember eating the sweet and fragrant candy that Mr. Xia brought from the city, and my heart was full of inexplicable bitterness. I thought I would definitely visit you when I grew up and went to town! Time flies, I later studied as a teacher in the city, but I couldn't find you. Well, I think Miss Xia is in her fifties now. If she really wants to see Dharma, I wonder if she remembers me, a student she took more than 30 years ago? Of course, she doesn't know what great hopes and dreams she has brought to a group of rural children. Of course, she doesn't know that there is another student who remembers her, misses her and silently wishes her!
Teacher Dong Qifeng is the head teacher of the teaching class when he participated in the national training in Huaibei Normal University this year. The first time I saw him was at the teacher-student meeting of the whole class. At that time, when he was standing in front of the podium, we found an ugly little old man in his fifties, wearing a blue-gray coat with a fur collar, and his height was about 1 m 60. When he introduced himself, we suddenly knew that he was a professor of Chinese in this normal university. I am the head teacher of this training. Suddenly, I can't believe that among the pedestrians in the street, no one dares to admit the meaning of putting him in. When he introduced the purpose, requirements and contents of this training with concise and humorous words, I was shocked by his forceful words. He makes me feel that people can't judge a book by its cover. He made me feel that I would gain something from this study and return home with a full load. He reminds me of my long-standing enthusiasm and hope for learning and our education in China. After a whole day, we students introduced ourselves for no more than five minutes according to Mr. Dong's request. Everyone from the same area comes to the podium, write your name on the blackboard first, and then make a brief introduction. Mr. Dong sat in the front row, listening carefully, nodding, smiling or writing something. After the introduction of a group of students, Teacher Dong commented on each student. He is humorous and quotes from classics. Sometimes he writes a poem for a classmate. A classmate spoke in Kan Kan for dozens of minutes. He repeatedly reminded me but still didn't want to come down. Teacher Dong seriously pointed out that punctuality is a quality of life, especially as an excellent teacher. When a young student writes his name but the order of strokes is reversed, he points out rudely that this is the most basic quality of being a teacher and cannot mislead others. He expressed his firm position as a teacher with strict meaning. At that time, at that moment, all of us felt that he seemed too mean, too harsh and too inhuman. In contemporary China, there will be such persistent people, such stubborn people, and it seems that they are out of touch. We are surprised, confused and sigh! Now that I think about it, this is an attitude and a responsibility as a teacher! If it is acceptable to treat a young student, then when an old white-haired student is late for the second time in front of his eyes in the following study, he can't help it anymore. His face was livid and he kept sending the old teacher to his seat with his eyes, and then once again stressed that the concept of time is our basic quality as a teacher. I hope every student will not be late again. When we found that the old teacher blushed and stammered that it would be earlier next time, we also re-learned his concept of time.
The study is going on nervously and orderly. We learned a lot from every teacher who gave us a lecture or a demonstration class, and gained countless new knowledge and new ideas. From Xu Guangbiao's personal development experience, we feel the importance of personal planning in teachers' teaching career. From Mr. Yan Li's eloquent classroom, we realize that passion is the most effective way to create an efficient classroom. From Mr. Wan Hong's poetic language, we realize that the Chinese classroom is so beautiful. From Tang Ruocong's classical Chinese teaching, we feel the pain and joy of Chinese teaching ~ ~ Teacher Dong has given us the most lessons. He took us to evaluate the water margin text, told us the real language, and took us to learn the spirit of curriculum reform. His stomach is full of poems and humorous language, which not only makes us imagine the spring of Chinese, but also fills us with a kind of anxiety about the status quo. I know his name is Yueerwan, and I don't know if this name comes from the folk song "Yueerwan shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and several families are sad". I know he has a happy family, so what is he worried about? Is he worried about the present situation of education because of the bright moonlight? I don't know, if it is, then I want to tell him here that you don't have to worry. You shed your light on countless little stars, and now the sky is full of stars. Do you still have to worry?