Teacher, thank you for your fourth grade composition 1. Others say that it is important for a father to love a mother. However, I think it is also important for teachers to be tolerant of us.
I remember once, I wrote "a few words" after reciting it at night. I completely forgot about the existence of English homework. I remember I had English homework on Tuesday morning. Seeing that my classmates wanted to prove their innocence, I showed it to them in the first class. I looked at the books signed by other students and was at a loss. I stood quietly for a long time before I sat back in my seat. I looked helpless: alas, the third class will definitely be criticized. I sighed.
When the third class arrived, Mr. Chen said to his classmates according to his usual habit, "Please sign English to your deskmate for inspection. If you don't sign, you can reduce the punishment now. " I staggered to the ground. Teacher Chen asked me to take this book. There are beautiful dimples on teacher Chen's face. After reading my book "Green Onions and Tofu", my face was covered with dark clouds, and an idea immediately came to my mind: I must criticize. I looked down slightly, afraid to look directly at Mr. Chen, as if I had a hundred thousand drums beating in my heart, and I didn't know what kind of severe punishment I would face.
Teacher Chen looked at me, the original clouds on her face gradually dispersed, touched my head, made a big rotation with a gesture of 180 degrees, and gently said to me, "Nothing, just look at 15 times to make it up." After listening to Mr. Chen's words, I suddenly found the direction of east, west, north and south like a lost person and walked back to my seat.
Thank you, Mr. Chen. I will always remember your tolerance for me!
Thank you, teacher. Until that day, I met an important person in my life.
On that day, the math teacher will announce the results of the math test paper. I am both excited and nervous. Although I am confident in the exam, I am afraid of making any mistakes. The teacher began to announce my name. After a while, I never signed up again. After the teacher reported it, he said, "There are several test papers on the podium table, and no names are written, so zero is counted." I hurried to the podium table and found that the answer on a test paper was exactly the same as what I wrote, and the handwriting was the same, so I decided it was my test paper.
Wu saw it, and he said loudly, "Come and see, the monitor got zero!" " "Many students came over and said with a smile:" The monitor got a zero score, which deserved it. The monitor failed, hahahaha, that's funny! "
I almost cried, when the Chinese teacher came over and saw me crying, signaling the students to retreat.
The teacher asked me, "What's the matter?"
I cried and replied, "Because I forgot to write my name on the test paper, I got zero, and they all laughed at me."
The teacher said, "nothing, didn't you just fail the exam once?" Be careful next time and do well in the exam. You also have the right to laugh at them. You got zero without writing your name, but your real score is higher than theirs! "
Later, because of the teacher's words, I studied hard and vowed to be a good student who would not be laughed at.
Thank you, teacher. There are many people in my heart who deserve my thanks. Now, I want to say "thank you" to the teacher who has been educating me.
Thank you, teacher. You have given us a wealth of knowledge to enrich our brains. You raised us like a hardworking gardener. I hope we will succeed when we grow up. Don't worry, teacher, we will certainly live up to your expectations.
Thank you, teacher. Give us tolerance. When we don't listen to your arrangement, you will influence us with tolerance. We also thrive under your education.
Thank you, teacher. At our stage, it is a rebellious period. You should work harder to train us. We often make you angry. But you put up with it, which shows how much pressure you are under.
Thank you, teacher. It is you who have taught us the truth of life, told us the correct outlook on life and told us right and wrong. Simple truth, but how much energy you have to pay to teach us! But you still teach us one by one. You are so great!
Thank you, teacher. When you solve the problems between students, you are both fair and strict, which makes us admire from the heart. You are also an example in our hearts.
Thank you, teacher. You are our parents at school and care about us all the time. Under your careful care, we are all in good health.
Thank you, teacher. We thank you again. You have given us endless knowledge and meticulous care. Thank you, teacher.
Thank you, teacher. Everyone is grateful sometimes, but this gratitude should be given to my parents, teachers and so on. But I still want to express my gratitude to the teacher.
He Laoshi is a very patient teacher. She reminded me to write well again and again, but I didn't write every word as well as He Laoshi wanted, or I wrote badly as before. But once, when all the composition scores on the test paper were deducted, I realized what He Laoshi often said to me, "Xie Hanshu, write your words well." It was this incident that changed my attitude towards writing. I used to write, and everything I wrote was full of twists and turns. I am often asked by He Laoshi to rewrite every article. Sometimes I have to rewrite it three or four times, and sometimes I have to do my homework again. But not now, almost every composition or homework has passed. I want to thank He Laoshi for changing my writing attitude. Sometimes he teaches us to write on the blackboard in class.
Teacher Yu is a strict teacher. In class, he often explains the simple operation of the questions to our class. But sometimes when I don't do my homework, the teacher will ask me to make up. Teacher's sense of responsibility is really strong!
Teacher Zhu sometimes asks us to answer questions in class, and then our whole class is confused. The teacher taught us how to answer questions step by step and how to turn sentences into general questions or word past tense step by step.
Teacher, you have worked hard for us. Every time we get good grades, it comes from your teaching, and every point has your good intentions. Thank you teacher!
Thank you, teacher. One morning, when I was reading with relish, a sudden pain came to me, and I felt that terrible pain.
Just when my face was pale, my lips were purple and I was in pain, Mr. Wang just found that my face was not quite right and hurriedly called me to go to the toilet. I can't defecate when I go to the toilet. On the way back to the classroom, I said, "It's okay, Wang Enze. I'm sure I'll be fine in a while. It's okay, Wang Enze will relax and be fine in a while. " When I was in the classroom, Mr. Wang saw that my face was still not quite right, so he used his quick wits to wave to Tu and asked him to take me to the school doctor's office to get some medicine. Tu Zijing comforted me all the way: "Does Wang Enze still hurt?" Is Wang Enze better? "I kept asking, and I paused and whispered," It hurts, it hurts, it hurts very much. "When I arrived at the school doctor's office, the school doctor hurriedly poured a cup of steaming hot water and gave me half a bottle of medicine for stomachache-Baoji Pill. I took this steaming cup of hot water and half a package of inexplicable medicine for stomach trouble and took it back to the classroom. Teacher Wang took the water and blew a few mouthfuls into the water in the cup, which made me come up again. I know how to take medicine. When Mr. Wang came up, he poured all the medicine into my palm first. I swallowed it in one gulp, and I swallowed a little more. At this time, my stomach is much more comfortable.
Thank you, Mr. Wang. Your care is like a warm current in winter, giving us warmth, care and love.
Thank you, teacher. You are like a diligent gardener, taking pains to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. You are like a bright light, always guiding our direction. You are like a selfless candle, illuminating others and sacrificing yourself.
Teacher, you are like the incarnation of an angel. We can't write, count, be rude ... teach us patiently day after day. You're like transformers. You can teach us poetry, arithmetic and singing ... you are like a mother, caring for us all the time, loving us and teaching us.
I still remember that you would look around the classroom every time you walked into it. I didn't understand your intention at that time. Now I understand that you have an indispensable belief in your heart. You care and love every student. Only when you find that every classmate is here, the anxious expression on your face gradually disappears, revealing a beautiful smile, just like a rainbow after a storm; I still remember you often correcting your homework until late at night. I still remember your classmates sprained you regardless of their own carelessness, not to mention how great it was to rush to the infirmary behind their backs: I still remember your … too many deeds, which moved us silently and infected our behavior. Maybe you will think that these are trivial things, but they are engraved in our hearts, which is unforgettable.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. This eternal sonnet praises your selfless spirit. Thank you, not only taught us knowledge, but also taught us how to be a man!
Thank you, teacher. We grew up together, except for our parents, who are very close to us, and that is the teacher. In my memory, the teacher who impressed me the most was my cram school.
When I was just in the third grade, my father enrolled me in my worst interest class-composition class. I'm a stranger to everything here. The teacher who gave me my first lesson was Miss Liu. At that time, I thought she was no different from other teachers, because the teacher had hair, wore a khaki trench coat and a pair of white sports shoes, and gave us lessons as usual.
It was not until my third semester here that the teacher's appearance was refreshed in my heart.
On Saturday, I went to class as usual. Ten minutes before class, I suddenly found that the teacher's words were unusually few. I used to chat with us often, and I was very energetic. But today, the teacher looks listless, very haggard and indifferent to us. I can't help wondering: isn't the teacher in a bad mood today? There is something else, so you are angry with us? Until class, the teacher said the first sentence, oh, it turns out that the teacher is hoarse, no wonder he doesn't talk! I thought silently. But on second thought, shouldn't the teacher prescribe some medicine in the hospital and rest at home? Still here, keep teaching us. I can't help being surprised. I was immediately moved by the noble quality of the teacher. I don't think teachers are so ordinary anymore.
This is the teacher that I will never forget. Are you moved by her?
Thank you, teacher. Thank you, dear teacher, for your concern, education and training over the past few years. Thank you for helping me out of the learning dilemma. Your education will remain in my memory forever.
It seems that the scene before returning to you is still so fresh. ...
Today, the teacher announced that there would be an exam this afternoon, and everyone was shocked, because we were going to lose our composition without preparation. As a result, if you don't write well, you will lose in your composition, and of course your exam results are not good. Afterwards, the teacher called me and said, "Your composition is not very good this time. Will you come to me for tutoring every time after school? " I said, "Oh!" It happened that the weather was not very good that day, so I didn't want to go to the teacher for tutoring, so I lied to the teacher that I was not feeling well and wanted to go home and rest. The teacher agreed. There was a heavy rain after school in the afternoon, and suddenly I found a familiar figure. Isn't that the teacher I didn't expect the teacher to visit me, even in the heavy rain. I was so moved that I told the teacher the truth. The teacher was not angry and comforted me not to blame myself too much. The rain stopped and I sent my teacher away. Now, I make up my mind to go to the office to make up lessons on time after school every day. The teacher told me that writing should be complete, concrete and vivid, and some good words and sentences should be added. To my great joy, I have become more and more interested in writing since then.
Thank you, teacher. You take care of me and love me like my family.
Thank you, teacher. Who taught me the truth of being a man?
Who taught us knowledge?
That is the head teacher of our class-Miss Xia! A serious and gentle teacher is even more knowledgeable.
One night after Mr. Xia came to our school, I did something wrong. The teacher asked my classmates to call me to her office, but I didn't go, thinking: I studied well, and the teacher shouldn't blame me. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xia came to the classroom and criticized me. From this incident, the teacher made me feel the existence of justice. Because she never favors any student, but everyone is equal.
One day in the next semester of Grade Three, I was fighting with my classmates. The teacher was very angry and gave me a slap in the face. She told us that it is fate to study together in the same class, so we should cherish and love each other. From this incident, the teacher let me know the weight of friendship.
Another time, I broke the glass in the classroom. When I got up the courage to tell Mr. Xia that I was going to be scolded, the teacher didn't blame me, but said kindly, "Nothing, just ask your father to send someone to correct it next week." Hearing this, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground, and I understood the teacher's love better.
Teacher, you are a gardener, and we are flowers, growing healthily under your cultivation. Thank you teacher!
Teacher, thank you for your fourth grade composition 10. The warm spring breeze blew the trees green and the peach blossoms opened. In this beautiful season, I started my life in grade one and next semester. Compared with last semester, I have made great progress, which is inseparable from my teacher.
I remember when I first went to school, I was very strange to everything in the school. Strange classmates, strange environment, naughty we don't know how to observe discipline. Our teacher doesn't think we are bored at all. Always patiently teach us how to do it over and over again. We dare not raise our hands to answer questions in class. The teacher always encourages us to tell the answer, and it doesn't matter if we are wrong. In this way, the students in the class gradually become brave, hoping that they can get the teacher's praise. Unable to write, the teacher patiently taught us how to write correctly. Sometimes the teacher will be very strict, afraid that we will not correct our mistakes. But as long as we change, the teacher will praise us.
Because I just entered school, I was afraid of danger after class, so the teacher stood on the playground and looked at us. Let's play some safe games. After school, the teacher asked us to line up and walk to our parents. Seeing that every child was picked up by her parents, she could safely return to the classroom. And we have never been used to going to primary school, and we gradually like going to primary school. Whenever we make a little progress, the teacher's face will show a gratified smile, and we will be very happy.
Teacher, I am too young to speak gorgeous language. But I really want to say to the teacher, teacher, you have worked hard, thank you!