My most respected person-teacher composition 1 I am a boy after 00. Everyone knows that children in the new century are spoiled by their parents. I'm not.
My parents are very strict and make me recite English every day. My mind is full of knowledge now, so I often don't concentrate in class. Although I often miss classes, I still attend the plenary session. I don't know why the teacher lectures above, but I do my homework below. When the teacher talks about me, I do my homework after class
And all this credit is due to my father. Although he is not as good as my mother, he tells me as much truth as my mother every day.
I read books after supper every day when I come home from school. Reading comics occasionally makes you passionate. Just say today. I lay in bed reading comic books leisurely and eating them with relish. Suddenly, you took my comic book with a loud roar. I had to pick up the Chinese book and read it unconvinced. Then you told me how to study hard and get ahead, and that I dress like a playboy every day, and that if it weren't for my parents, you wouldn't even be a thing. I refuted this sentence, "Didn't you let your parents support you when you were a child?" Dad suddenly got excited: "I never asked my family for a penny when I was a child 12 years old." I ask your grandmother every day, don't believe it. " I was speechless at once.
Only through this incident did I know that it was not easy for my parents, so I respected my father very much. I hope everyone can talk to their parents more and spend more time with them so that they don't worry.
My most respected person-teacher composition 2 There is a doorman in our community. I don't know his last name. Let's call him grandpa here. He is a little hunchbacked, thin, and his dark cheeks are wrinkled, and an old and strong spirit radiates from him. The two tools he never leaves are a broom and pliers. On the snowy morning in winter, I went out to school, and the snow in the yard had been swept away. There are fallen leaves everywhere in autumn, but there are no leaves in our community. But these didn't give me much impression. I thought he was just guarding the door and sweeping the floor, but he wasn't. It was these two things that changed my opinion of him.
I remember once, when I was tired of playing, I went home for dinner and left my bike unlocked at the entrance of the building. When I came down, the car was gone. I looked everywhere, and finally went to the doorman's grandfather to ask. Grandpa, the doorman, said, "I put it in the carport. I'm afraid I'll lose it. It's locked. Here's the key." He also said: "Don't leave your bike lying around in the future. First, it is not neat, and second, it is not locked and easy to lose. "
Another time, after school, we went to play ball in the backyard. There is a mud pit in the backyard that is not too deep. When I was playing football, I fell into the mud without slanting. I'll get it. I accidentally got stuck in the mud, and it was covered with mud below my knees. But there's no one at home. Where can I wash it? I'm so anxious that my tears are coming down. At this time, the grandfather who was guarding the door knew that he was drawing water, brushing shoes and washing pants, and I was very grateful to him.
These two things touched me deeply. Although the janitor's job is ordinary, this "ordinary" embodies a spirit of helping others, which is worth learning and respecting. Our new generation of primary school students should carry forward this spirit of helping others.
My most respected person-teacher composition 3 My most respected person is my grandfather.
My good grandfather, he stands at the school gate waiting for my sister and me every day, rain or shine. In the third grade, I skipped out of the school gate and saw my grandfather standing under the big banyan tree waiting for me. Grandpa reached out and carried my heavy schoolbag for me, but I was talking happily with my friends, regardless of how tired Grandpa was carrying my schoolbag for me. My sister came out, too, and grandpa added a schoolbag to his shoulder. When crossing the road, grandpa's warm and rough big hand caught our little hand. Grandpa taught us to cross the street, and we both jumped and jumped, completely not hearing. But grandpa smiled at us. Grandpa earns thousands of dollars by collecting rent and pension every month. One day, however, I saw my grandfather wearing reading glasses that he had worn for more than ten years, holding a thick needle and thread in his hand, and being absorbed in mending an old slipper. Grandpa's reading glasses and big needles sparkle in the sun.
I went up and asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" Grandpa is still mending shoes with his head down. "I'm mending my shoes." I asked more curiously, "If these shoes are rotten, change them!" Grandpa looked up and said kindly, "Although it's rotten, it can still be worn when it's mended! Be a man and know how to save, you know? " I nodded inexplicably and said, "Oh." He got up and walked away. After a few steps, I looked back and found that grandpa with black hair had a lot of silver wires on him. My good grandfather, sipping his mouth, sat in front of the door, pulling the wire tirelessly, and his old slippers were mended without a hole. After grandpa left, I picked up those slippers and saw many stitches. Grandpa's kind voice echoed in my ear: "You should know how to save, you know?" My good grandfather is so kind, so simple and so kind to us. How can I repay you?
The person I respect most-teacher composition 4 The person I respect most is my father. My father is thin and tall, and he is a native farmer.
Dad's primary school culture, but his life experience is a thick book, which always makes me unable to finish reading.
Dad said his family was poor when he was a child. At that time, the country was divided and combined, and our family was a poor peasant, which can be said to be a family with four walls.
But my father always has a saying, "I just can't remain poor." This sentence of my father has always influenced me. It also created my stubborn character.
Dad not only talks about it, but also practices it. Get up early and get greedy every day. I am more diligent than others in the village, so my family will be rich in a few years.
Dad kept educating me: "son, you must remember that hard work can make up for it!" " "
So I keep it in mind and never admit defeat in my studies. I feel stupid, but I still want to "fool move mountains" and gnaw away the hard bones in my study bit by bit.
Seeing that my academic performance has improved, my father will say, "Pride goes before a fall!" "
Once, I was really proud and told my father that I got good grades, and my father didn't say anything.
As a result, the results came down and the performance was average. I have some regrets.
Dad said, "son, pride goes before a fall, which requires your practical experience." Dad just said no! " "
I gradually understand that dad, an ordinary farmer, although his education is not high and his lovely son is eager, he gave me all his social crystallization without reservation, which is the foundation of establishing a person!
If the teacher taught me scientific knowledge, then my father taught me the connotation of how to be a man.
"To learn to do things, learn to be a man first."
Dad is the person I respect most.
My most respected person-teacher composition 5 My most beloved teacher, of course, is Mr. Fang Xinhua! She teaches us Chinese, and because of her good teaching, my Chinese scores are like sesame blossoms-higher and higher.
She is very amiable. If you see someone talking or deserting in class, Mr. Fang didn't criticize loudly to protect his dignity. Instead, let the classmate call him to the office after class, reason with him seriously, let the classmate know his mistake and try to correct it.
She is a mother. I remember when I was in the third grade, my classmate Zhou Lemin was in class, and suddenly he was clutching his stomach, and the big sweat of beans fell from his forehead. She saw it and ran to her side, constantly comforting her. Suddenly, Zhou Lemin vomited, and the vomit was everywhere. She immediately asked a classmate to take Zhou Lemin to the clinic and deal with the vomit with other classmates. Teacher Fang's anxious expression touched me very much.
She teaches very well. We don't know the question, just ask her and we will get the standard answer. Moreover, her class is very interesting, and the originally boring Chinese class became wonderful under her explanation, which made me fall in love with Chinese class from now on.
She is very humorous. Jokes, stories and sentences often make us laugh. But these are all done after class. I often think: if there are interesting words in class, how wonderful it would be!
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are teacher Fang's countless contributions! Poetry and songs can't praise the respect of the other teacher! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You have watered our growth path with the clear spring of your mind. What Mr. Fang did, what Mr. Fang said and did … were deeply imprinted in my mind.
The person I respect most-the teacher composition 6 Everyone has someone he admires, so do I. The person I admire most is Teacher Peng Zhongcheng.
I admire Mr. Peng's reading ability. The words he read make you immersive, just like the real thing. Yesterday he read an article, "My mother, don't go! He cried while reading. The whole class was infected by him and they burst into tears. Ye Wei in particular was in tears. Finally, Crystal said, "Teacher, please stop reading!" At this moment, I couldn't help crying.
Teacher Peng's eloquence is first-class in the class. The teacher has several different answers to a question. In short, teachers can have several reasons, but they can be fluent, just like Americans speak English, which is simply a first-class product.
Teachers admire many things, but what I admire most about Mr. Peng is his class management ability. When the students were arguing, the teacher didn't speak, just stared at his eyes. The classroom was quiet, except for the sound of the electric fan rotating on the ceiling. As for me, when I am in charge of morning reading, no matter what I say and how loud it is, the classroom is still like a vegetable market. I really don't understand why those boys are like this. The teacher is a man, too. Won't you boys be better? Don't let Mr. Peng down.
I sincerely hope that all the boys in the class are future teachers Peng, so that we girls can admire them!
My most respected person-teacher composition 7 My most respected person, guess who it is, this person is my mother.
For my mother, of medium height, round face, big eyes and wearing a pair of glasses, like a scholar. In my mind, my mother is the most beautiful and the person I respect most. Why is my mother the person I respect most? Because my mother's method of educating and tutoring me is very special, which makes me easy to accept. You may want to know what the method is. Let me introduce you to one!
I remember once, I accidentally fell down and it hurt. I cried in the same place for a long time. When I stopped with all my strength, my mother came slowly. First, she asked me if it still hurts. I ignored her. Knowing that I like listening to stories best, she told me a short story: "Once upon a time, a man accidentally fell from the second floor and fell on a branch and fell to the ground. This man broke his scalp and feet, but instead of crying, he immediately went to the infirmary to dress it. " Is it worth crying so badly for such a small injury? "After listening to my mother, I began to understand that the reason why my mother ignored me just now was to make myself strong.
Now whenever I encounter setbacks, I will think of this little story my mother told me. I won't cry, but I will stand firm. I know that I am a man and I must be strong. It is such a short story that makes me understand the profound truth and benefit me for life. This is a very convincing mother and I respect her very much.
My most respected person-teacher composition 8 My most respected person is the unknown cleaning aunt.
Because they clean up the dirty and smelly garbage every day. It is difficult to clean the streets all year round.
Every morning, I can hear the rustle of the cleaners sweeping the floor. As soon as I heard it, I hurried downstairs. I saw Aunt Cleaning sitting in her work seriously. She has a gentle face, kind hands and shiny black hair.
Aunt cleaning is very hard. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is a busy figure of aunt, and her slowly aging figure silently serves us.
One day, I went to school and saw a child throw garbage bags on the ground. Aunt cleaning saw it and said, "children, don't throw things around." It is everyone's responsibility to keep clean. " I saw the child bowed his head in shame and quickly picked up the garbage and threw it into the trash can. When I came back from school and saw the streets clean, I thought it was all the hard work of the cleaners!
Cleaners are tanned by the scorching sun in summer, and the garbage stinks, but clean up the garbage no matter how smelly it is. So it is not easy to be a cleaner. You work too hard.
Don't discriminate against cleaners, because they have contributed to us. They are not afraid of being dirty and tired for our health and the beauty of nature, and have created a beautiful environment for us. Shouldn't we respect them?
My most respected person-teacher composition 9 In the eyes of students, there will definitely be some people worthy of your respect and study. In my mind, there are also many people worthy of my respect, among whom my most respected person is my grandmother.
I remember one sunny morning, when I was asleep, I suddenly opened my eyes. The sun has risen very high. Gee, I'm definitely going to be late today! I got up in a hurry and found my clothes neatly beside me. On the desk, yesterday's messy books have also been divided into two piles. I quickly put on my clothes, packed my schoolbag and ran to the table in three steps. A bowl of hot noodles is waiting for me to enjoy on the table. Grandma sat next to me and kindly watched me wolf down the last bite of noodles.
After enjoying the "big meal", I hurried to the classroom and opened my schoolbag. Oh, it's over this time. I left my English book by the bed! What shall we do? Go home and get it? Just as the idea flashed through my mind, alas, the bell rang! I was sitting in the classroom, sweating from time to time. At this time, there was a "thump" sound outside the window. I looked up, ah, grandma! It turns out that the "savior" has come. She is waving at me hard. Isn't that the English book I want in her hand?
In the evening, I slept in bed and found my grandma wrapping jiaozi for me. It's late at night, but the light in the kitchen hasn't gone out yet. ...
Oh, grandma, you have worked hard!
Grandma loves me and I respect her!
The person I respect most-teacher composition 10 There are many people I respect, including teachers, fathers and mothers ... Among them, the old man who collects rags in our community is the one I respect most.
Grandpa is nearly seventy years old, with gray hair, but his thin face and two eyes look great. He is wearing a shabby blue shirt and his trousers have faded. Grandpa comes to our community to pick up garbage every morning and afternoon. Sometimes, I think: why does this old man pick up garbage when he is so old? No children? Still have children, but don't raise him?
One morning, from the balcony, I saw the old man carrying a snakeskin bag again. I searched very carefully and put some waste paper, old plastic, rags and used plastic cups and bowls together in time and stuffed them into the snakeskin bag. Turn it over and stuff it in. Suddenly, grandpa put down the clip and picked up a small piece of paper from the garbage. He looked at it, then looked up and looked around. There's nobody there. Facing the morning sunshine, this time I clearly saw that the old man was holding a brand-new but dirty RMB 100. Grandpa carefully wiped the dirt off the money with his sleeve, folded the money, held it tightly in his hand, lifted the snakeskin bag and left without looking back. He came to the security room and said to the security guard, "comrade security, have you lost any money?" "No." The security guard answered simply. Grandpa asked so many people in a row. But everyone's answer is no. Grandpa looks disappointed. He returned to the security room again and said to the security guard; "Security comrades, please use the horn in the community to ask if anyone in the community has lost money. Grandpa had no choice but to put the money in the love box at the gate of the community.
Although the old man who collects rags is poor, I admire his spirit of collecting money.
My most respected person-teacher composition 1 1 My former head teacher, Mr. Bei, was a good teacher who had been teaching for more than 30 years. She has bright eyes, a pair of reading glasses on her nose, and silver silk thread in her black hair. However, judging from her every move, she is still a middle-aged woman.
She is a person with a sense of humor. Because every time before class, she always tells a joke, and every time the students listen to the joke, they will laugh their heads off. Because of this, all the students in the class like to listen to her lectures.
Every time a classmate didn't do his homework, she wouldn't get angry, but taught him kindly and patiently.
I remember one time, a classmate in the class didn't do his homework, and the classmates knew it and were whispering with their deskmates. Some said, "That classmate will be criticized by the teacher today." Some said, "That classmate will be beaten today." Others said, "That classmate will be punished for copying the text today." But they are all wrong. The teacher knew, didn't scold him, didn't hit him, didn't let him copy the text, just said a few words to the classmate gently. From that day on, that classmate was inspired by the teacher, and his grades went up and his thoughts improved. As for what the teacher told him, I don't know.
At first, my wish was to be a teacher. Now I have an idea in my mind, perhaps inspired by Mr. Bay. I think: If I am really admitted to the normal school, I will exhaust all my knowledge and cultivate talents as useful as Mr. Bei.
The person I respect most-teacher composition 12 I know many people and respect many people, but the person I respect most is aunt cleaner.
Aunt cleaner is a roadside guard in our world. Her face is a little dark and has many wrinkles. I think it is fatigue! About thirty years old, in good health.
Aunt cleaner has done her best for our 45th Street. Every morning, the aunt cleaner will come to clean our road. I can walk on the clean road every morning, and I can see the busy figure of aunt cleaner every time. I remember one morning not long ago, the cold wind blew hard and the outside became a cold world. I dressed like a white rabbit, but I was still shivering with cold. On the way, a clean path leads to the school. On this road, a short figure is moving. This man is hunched over, wearing an orange cotton-padded coat and clutching a broom with both hands, left and right! Like a great painter painting on the ground. Oh! It turns out that aunt cleaner is sweeping the floor. I walked up to her and said, "Aunt Cleaner, aren't you cold when you get up so early?" Aren't you tired of sweeping so much? Aunt cleaner looked up after a while and said to me with a smile, "How can we give people a good environment if we don't clean!" "Only then did I find that the cleaner's aunt had shiny sweat on her face, her hands were still shaking, and her mouth kept breathing out white gas.
This is the man I respect. Her heart is as pure as this road, serving the people.
My most respected person-teacher composition 13 My most respected person is her He Laoshi. He Laoshi is of medium build, wears a pair of glasses, and always has a kind smile on her sharp face. Whenever we are frustrated, someone always encourages us to say, "son, don't think too much, just next time!" " "
I remember one time, I trained in the drum team until after 6 o'clock, and we ran back to copy our homework when the classroom lights were still on. Back at the door of the classroom, I heard He Laoshi's familiar voice, "The sixth question is reading ...". It turned out that she was helping those students who failed the exam today to review the questions on the test paper. This is, it's already the beginning of feasting, and she also uses her rest time to help backward students. When we entered the classroom, we saw He Laoshi's kind smile. When He Laoshi saw us coming back, he smiled and said, "It's getting late, son. Hurry home. Others are worried! " After listening, we left. What a good teacher she is!
I remember one time, He Laoshi had just finished throat surgery in the hospital and had a rest for a few days. He Laoshi was thinking about our study and came to the tree with us. Although she can't make a sound in class, we are all very good and obedient, and the whole classroom is silent. He Laoshi smiled again after seeing it. He Laoshi can't speak, he can only express what he wants to say in words. If it is normal He Laoshi, I will hear her voice in the classroom not far away.
At ordinary times, He Laoshi always encourages us more and scolds us less. This is He Laoshi who accompanied us from grade one to grade four, and this is also my favorite teacher.
My most respected person-teacher composition 14 My most respected person is my fourth-grade Chinese teacher-Miss Huang.
Miss Huang is in her fifties and of medium build. She looks amiable. I remember that all the students in our class were lazy at that time. Seven or eight students didn't do their homework every day, and their grades were poor. There are always four students in the exam. Five students failed. He makes up lessons for them until late at night every day.
Once I went out of the water and didn't come to school for three days. At that time, the fourth-grade students were going to live on campus. He makes up lessons for me until 9 o'clock every day, and then he lets me go back to sleep. He is still correcting his homework. I hated him at that time and kept me there for so long every day. But I didn't expect his efforts, and there were more than a dozen students in the fourth grade alone. I remember once 12 got up to go to the toilet and saw the light in Mr. Huang's office still on.
Discipline in our dormitory is very poor every night, and the weather is cold in winter. Miss Huang comes to check on us several times every night. If that classmate didn't cover the quilt. He covered for him. But in the end, because of hard work and a little cold, he got sick. The next day, the monitor told us that the teacher was ill. When we were studying in this class, we suddenly saw a familiar figure-Miss Huang in the classroom corridor. The whole class was shocked, and the monitor asked, "Teacher, are you not sick?" ? Why are you still ... "Miss Huang smiled and asked him to return to his seat for class. In fact, we all know that he is ill in class.
Teacher Huang's class is very touching and fascinating. And he cares about us, so we all like him very much.
My most respected person-teacher composition 15 My most respected person, she is a gardener, cultivates flowers, she is the root, ignites herself and illuminates others. This obscure dedication is a good example for us.
I remember once, winter came quietly, but unfortunately I caught a cold. During class, I sneezed all the time, and my whole body was still hot and cold. I want to add clothes from time to time. When I put on my last dress, I was already like a "snowman", but I still felt cold. Mr. Hu's keen eyes trembled, and I hurried to my side and asked softly, "Zihao, what's the matter?" I replied softly, "I feel a little cold." Teacher Hu reached out and touched my forehead and hands and said, "Come on! Put on my coat. " The words sound just fell and she took off her coat for me. I was afraid of soiling the teacher's coat and said, "Mr. Hu, I'm not frozen." The teacher looked at me with gentle and stern eyes, as if to say, "put it on quickly, don't freeze your body!" " "I will never refuse the teacher's kindness again. I put on my coat at once and felt warm all over.
After school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Return the coat to the teacher when you come, and walk slowly. Finally, my eyes seemed to be hit by rain, and my vision blurred. My silent blessing: thank you, teacher! May you always be safe, my favorite good teacher! "