The teacher cares about students' argumentative essays in junior high school 1 "Students, hand in your homework quickly!" Who is this? She is xu teacher, the head teacher who has been with us from Grade One to Grade Three. Although she is no longer our head teacher, my eyes will still be filled with crystal tears when I think of her.
That was before the final exam in the second half of the third grade. At that time, my Chinese score was "famous" second and third in my class, but it was the bottom. At that time, my writing was not correct enough. I couldn't even reach the word 150 in my composition, and I could hardly see a tick in my reading analysis. It can be said that my Chinese grades are in a mess, and my mother is worried, and so is xu teacher.
So from then on, xu teacher often paid attention to my study and encouraged me. She will teach me carefully: "when doing reading analysis, you should find the answer from the article." When writing a composition, you should grasp the characteristics of the characters, the course of the incident, the cause and effect ... Your words should be written carefully. It doesn't matter if you start slowly, but you must be correct, just like being a human being. " I believe you can do it well. Come on, don't give up! "With the encouragement of the teacher, I do a reading analysis and write a small composition every day when I go home and finish my homework. At school, xu teacher often gave us exercise papers to do, and xu teacher would seriously teach me what I did wrong and tell me why. With the help of the teacher again and again, my study has improved obviously, and I am no longer the penultimate third in my class!
On the day of the final exam, xu teacher also specifically told me: Do the questions carefully, write the words correctly, use the articles you have written to give the questions, and never stray from the topic. I remember what the teacher taught me.
Now that I am in the fourth grade, my academic performance has improved obviously, and my composition is more meaningful than before. Thanks to xu teacher's help and teaching, she gave me confidence, and I will always remember the love my teacher gave me.
Some people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but I think the teacher's love is as selfless and great as maternal love.
I remember that before the beginning of the fourth grade, the class teacher had to be changed because of the implementation of small circulation teaching. On the first day of school, waiting at the door of the classroom is the new head teacher of our class-Mr. Xin. She is tall and thin, with a pair of bright eyes on her thin face, as if talking to us, smiling and having two dimples.
A few days before school starts, several naughty students in the class always talk and fight in class. I thought the teacher would severely criticize them, but I didn't expect the teacher to use his spare time to talk to them and communicate with them patiently. Months have passed, and these naughty classmates seem to have changed. They listen attentively in class and love to answer questions.
Teacher Xin is very responsible for her work. She comes to the classroom early every day and organizes our morning reading. In each class, the teacher pays attention to the key parts and difficult knowledge points of the lecture content. If we don't understand them, we ask them in time in class. Every time the teacher takes pains to explain to us, sometimes even three or two times until we understand.
Teacher Xin is not only serious and responsible, but also very dedicated. She is in poor health, but she never misses one of our classes. It happens from time to time that she goes to class with illness, and she often takes a few pills and continues to give us classes. The most unforgettable thing is that once the teacher finished the bone cutting operation with the little finger of his right hand and hung a red cloth on his arm to give us a class, which deeply touched the students and parents in the class and kept our class at the top.
Time passes slowly, but the same thing happens every day. We made a mistake and the teacher was worried about us. I deeply feel that Mr. Xin is a good teacher who cares for children, which can't help but make me have infinite love for teachers. Teacher, let me say deeply: "teacher, I love you!" " "
Junior high school argumentative teachers care about students. 3 Caring is like a song, melodious, high-pitched or serious, because caring becomes pleasant to listen to. Caring is like wine, either mellow, pure and elegant, or hot and strong, because caring makes it delicious; Care is like a book, or a beautiful essay, or a masterpiece, or a wonderful novel. Because you care, you become a good book.
Caring is actually very simple. When you are unwell, your parents take good care of you and ask for help. When you are disheartened, friends listen patiently and comfort you constantly; When you were alone, strangers tried their best to help me ... that time, the teacher's care for me made me unforgettable.
I remember one day in the second day of junior high school, we ushered in the mid-term exam that year. It was a cold winter, the north wind roared and it was extremely cold. I only wear a thin coat. When I arrived at the examination room, the class teacher saw me and asked, "Why are you wearing such a thin coat?" ? Such a cold day? "I smiled shyly and didn't answer.
It's time to answer the question. The students are all immersed in serious questions, but I have a cold and always sneeze. I'm absent-minded now, and I didn't do well in this course. I looked up and suddenly found the teacher standing in front of the podium, without thinking, taking off a sweater that can only keep warm and putting on a coat neatly. She came up to me with the warm sweater and said with a rare and pleasant attitude, "This is not good. It's too cold to wear only one dress. How can I stick to the exam? " Here, put this on, it will be warmer. "Say that finish, on airs to start work for me.
"No, sir." I'm a little flattered. "I'm not cold, teacher. Please put it on quickly. " No matter how I shirk it, the teacher just passes me the sweater. I feel warm and hate myself at the same time. Why did I get up late? I forgot to wear a sweater in my hurry. ...
There is a rainbow that will never appear after rain or in the sky. It always appears in my heart. It may not be the most gorgeous or dazzling, but it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Teachers care about students. Some people say that teachers are hardworking gardeners. Some people say that a teacher is a candle that burns silently. Some people say that teachers are warm quilts. In fact, in life, we will come into contact with many teachers, and one of them, Mr. Zhang, emerges in front of my eyes.
Teacher Zhang is a mother, but she seldom accompanies her daughter, but she has enough energy to impart knowledge, solve problems, tell her life, dedicate herself and accompany more than 40 children in her class. Teacher Zhang is an amiable teacher. Every child in our class likes her very much and affectionately calls her "Mother Zhang".
Once, Mr. Zhang was ill. Although he was ill, he taught us a lesson. I listened to her hoarse voice, looked at a pair of bloodshot eyes, dragged my tired body, and still took pains to explain to us. My tears have been spinning in my eyes.
Just yesterday, I just bought a watch and lost it when I washed my hands on the sink. Suddenly, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks-running around. My mind is blank, and my tears can't stop flowing downwards. My heart is cold, and the whole person has lost his activity and is covered with endless pain. Eyes are red and swollen like two red persimmons.
Teacher Zhang knew, called me over and said kindly, "Yu Ruili, don't cry." Losing your watch is a lesson to let you know that you can't be so careless next time. " As the saying goes, "Once you fall, you will gain wisdom". I know you're afraid of your mother hitting you, right? I'm sure your mother may be upset about the watch, but she will want you to get rid of the bad habit of forgetting things ... "
Looking at the teacher's loving eyes and listening to the teacher's words, I burst into tears, but this time the tears were not tears of anxiety, but tears moved by the teacher's love for me. A word of encouragement, a caring smile, is such an ordinary smile, such a trivial move, but it has given me a lot of strength and warmth. Your love makes me so happy!
Thank you: teacher, my good teacher! I will never forget you! I love you!
The teacher cares about the five flowers of students' argumentative essays in junior high school and thanks to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten its growth; The eagle wants to thank the blue sky, because the blue sky makes it soar ... I have met many teachers in my life. Among the teachers I can't forget, there is such a special teacher.
That day, I walked up the stairs with brisk steps. There is a magnolia by the stairs, and the faint fragrance makes people linger. I gently pushed open the door of the studio, which was spotless and elegant, and the room was full of beautiful seascape paintings. There is a pleasant elegant charm.
Miss Li seemed to know that I was coming and came out of the kitchen with food: "Knowing that your parents are not here, you certainly didn't eat well. Come and eat! " Teacher Li said softly. I replied, sitting opposite Miss Li. While eating, Miss Li asked me about my life and study in the past six months. I can't help wondering how many teachers can care so much about their students. After dinner, we started my sketch training. Miss Li seldom talks, but when she opens her mouth, she can point out my big problems and carefully guide my painting skills.
There is a faint scent of magnolia flowers in the studio, which is very quiet. I seem to be immersed in teacher Li's teachings, and even the usual harsh brushstrokes are extremely beautiful at that moment.
Unconsciously, the sun has set. Miss Li drove me home. On the way, he kept telling me, "The gas at home must be turned off, you can't run around, you can't just open the door to strangers ... I have to report my safety to your parents and me when I get home, okay?" I smiled at these words and felt warm in my heart. His words seemed to drive away all the loneliness when my parents were not at home.
In the evening, when I lie in bed, I always think of that delicious dinner and Miss Li's motherly voice and smile. ...
Now in my dream, I often see Mr. Li asking about the children who have returned from a long trip at the dinner table.