In the sixth grade, my teacher's composition 1 is almost over. In my six-year primary school career, what impressed me most was Mr. Wang, who was kind and strict. Over the past few years, Mr. Wang has taught me not only knowledge, but also many things, which are worth remembering forever. I am very grateful to her.
Teacher Wang, whom I introduced, is an ordinary woman who works in an ordinary post. There is a saying that "haste makes waste", which can also be used accurately in reading. Our teacher Wang once said, "Read a book a hundred times. The more carefully you read it, the more you can understand the true meaning of the book." Right? If you wolf down a book, you may not even understand the content of the book, let alone explain it! Only read slowly, savor carefully, accumulate more and learn more. Teacher Wang teaches us to read and gives us reading tasks every day. Over time, everyone has formed good reading habits, and I have enjoyed it more and gained a lot.
In writing, Miss Wang also gave me a lot of help. She taught me: "Only by observing the things around us and making the composition real and touching can we write a good article. In terms of sentences and words, you should write beautifully and fluently. After writing, you must revise it repeatedly. " With the help of Mr. Wang, my composition level has improved step by step, and sometimes I even read it to you as a model essay. Although a little embarrassed on the surface, I am still very happy inside. I can't thank Mr. Wang for his help.
Under the careful instruction of Mr. Wang, I have never dropped 90 points in every exam. I am a class representative every year, and our class is among the best. But sometimes, when we make mistakes occasionally, we will be punished by Mr. Wang, who always says, "This is a spur." However, we have never hated her, because we know that Miss Wang's good intentions are to make us better. When students are frustrated, Mr. Wang is also caring and considerate in every way. Whether it is me or my classmates around me, the teachers are meticulous. The students in our class are all Mr. Wang's children. We love each other, and with the help of Mr. Wang, we strive to grow up and become the best and best ourselves.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of education; I will never forget the kindness of putting a willow tree in my heart. Thank you, Miss Wang. I will never forget your kindness. Goodbye, Miss Wang. We will repay you with greater progress.
I have a wind music teacher named Wang. Although I only learned trombone from him for less than half a year, my technology has made a qualitative leap. Mr. Wang is tall and fat, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his small eyes, which looks very suitable for playing trombone.
Teacher Wang has made great achievements in trombone. /kloc-he was admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music at the age of 0/6, and he is also good at teaching students.
When I was just in class with him, Mr. Wang said that I had a gift and planned to let me take an examination of Guangqing Glue, and took out a difficult song for me to take an examination of. I was a little excited and surprised. How long have I been studying with my teacher? I'm going to take an examination of the top youth symphony orchestra in Guangzhou! After that, the teacher picked up the IPAD, downloaded a software with metronome and note-taking function, then introduced the scales and songs to be played, and solemnly said, "You should use the IPAD in class in the future, and you'd better print out the music score."
Teacher Wang first blew a song at his own speed and said, "You just started to learn, so you don't need to speak so fast, but there is a tenor clef to recite in the middle." I nodded and found thin sweat on Mr. Wang's forehead, probably because of the difficulty in music. Then it's my turn to play. All kinds of high notes, five flat signs and tenor clef caused me great trouble, and soon I was sweating all over. The teacher didn't care at all, and taught me to practice sentence by sentence. Different tunes, different blowing methods, explain them to me one by one. At this time, my feet were sore and painful, and I wanted to give up in an instant, but the teacher encouraged me: "We don't have much time, only one month to prepare for the exam. I know this song is not easy for a primary school student, but in order to impress the examiner, we can only capture this song! "
After listening to the teacher, I was deeply touched. I gritted my teeth and practiced hard for more than a month. One hour's practice every day makes me more and more proficient. Every class, rain or shine. After the last class, Mr. Wang told me the rules to be followed in the examination room. He said, "There will be many trombone players taking the exam, some of whom are older than you, but you should remember that you are no worse than them, and I will accompany you." The teacher's words were like sedatives, which stabilized my anxious heart.
Teacher Wang is the most important person in my trombone career. He not only gave me a good tuning tube before the exam, but also strengthened my confidence.
My teacher's sixth grade composition 3 My father is an ordinary person, but he is extraordinary in my mind, really extraordinary at all.
Since I went to primary school, I will be promoted to the sixth grade now. My grades often fluctuate, good and bad. Sometimes when I get the paper, I am beautiful, my face is covered with blood, and my face is miserable and green. My mood swings to the bottom in an instant, and I take the school bus to meet me at the station after school. As soon as my father saw me, I knew what happened immediately. I immediately cried to my father, but my father never hit me. He always patted me on the shoulder and said, "Just put it back next time!" " Dad will scold me, only when I don't work hard before the exam, because he pays attention to "attitude". It doesn't matter if I work hard or not! This shows that my dad is really extraordinary!
Dad also has several outstanding advantages: sometimes he lies in bed and closes his eyes, and finally falls asleep, and occasionally snores. But I think it's because my father is too busy at school to take a nap, so he will fall asleep in bed as soon as he gets home. But the next stunt can be said to be gifted: dad is good at drinking water, whether it is water or drinks. As long as he finishes exercising or sweats too much, dad will keep pouring water, and thousands of milliliters at a time is not a problem! And I seem to have inherited this gift.
My father was really extraordinary when he was a child. Because his family is poor, he studies hard on his own, and he has been in the top three almost every time since elementary school. Finally, he was admitted to a normal college which was very difficult to get into at that time, so he is now a teacher. I think the students taught by this ordinary father will be extraordinary in the future, including me.
To my extraordinary father: Thank you for giving me a good living environment!
My sixth-grade teacher's composition 4 "The stars are shining quietly in the middle of the night, and the teacher's room is brightly lit. When I am in front of your window in walk on by, bright lights shine on my heart. Ah, dear good teacher, a warm current is stirring in my heart! ..... "I was doing my homework and was attracted by a melodious piece of music. I couldn't help putting down my pen and looking out of the window, looking for and savoring this touching song. "You have worked so hard to write textbooks, and the tall figure is reflected in your window. Ah, dear good teacher, a warm current is stirring in my heart! " I can't help thinking that a tall image emerges in front of me. One of my most respected people, my teacher Liu, is getting clearer and clearer. She is still so gentle and amiable.
I like Chinese classes since primary school, so I have a unique feeling for Chinese teachers. The teacher dedicated everything to the cause, leaving the deepest love to the students, but what was left was gray hair. The Chinese teacher in the sixth grade of primary school impressed me the most. She is a female teacher, in her thirties, of medium height. Her fair face is very delicate, and her hair is straight and natural yellow, forming a popular beige color. She has a ponytail in the back of her head, small eyes shining with wisdom, and likes to wear jeans. She is very lively, perhaps because of fatigue. However, her little glasses are always tired. The smile on her face made the students feel more cordial, and the students called her "Good Lao Liu".
The eyes are the windows to the soul. Laughter is beautiful, but in my heart, Miss Liu's smile is the most beautiful. He lives in a boarding apartment, longing for a loving smile from his teacher. I used to think that Mr. Liu was the person who scared me the most, and he was very serious. But this is only a superficial phenomenon. Teacher Liu loves to laugh. Her class is vivid and easy to understand. Her smile adds a lot of color to her Chinese class. What impressed me the most was "learning to see a doctor". Teacher Liu's slide show is also very beautiful, contradictory and enlightening. Doesn't this mother love her children? Through the characters' language and psychological activities, I realized the changes of my mother's feelings, the unique way of loving my son, getting deeper and deeper, feeling deep feelings, expanding and extending, subliming maternal love and entering my heart. I have been asking questions all the time. We saw Mr. Liu's eyes shining with crystal light, and there were no tears that moved me. At this point, I deeply felt the greatness of maternal love. Great maternal love is deeply imprinted in the heart.
Of course, good old Liu sometimes gets angry. I remember one evening self-study, when the teacher finished his homework, the students began to make a scene. Xiao Fei announced in his usual voice that everyone can move freely, and then, swaggering around, some whistling, some slapstick, naughty is the nature of children. Once conditions permit, they will show their magical power one by one. It began to make noise, and the classroom was crowded with people. At this moment, Mr. Liu came in. When the students saw Mr. Liu's smiling face suddenly became serious, they glanced around with sharp eyes and the classroom became quiet. Suddenly, it became silent. Mr. Liu said coldly, "Who took the lead in making trouble?" The students were silent, and the teacher said, "Copy the seventh lesson for me, quickly!" " "Good old Liu" looked like a knife and forced 40 students in the class to retreat. Everyone seems to be aware of their mistakes and obediently copied them down, leaving only the handwriting sound of the brush and the sound of the lamp. Time is ticking away. Finally, perhaps Mr. Liu couldn't bear it. He told us to stop and said earnestly, "Students, time keeps flowing and won't stop." "It's too late to regret it." Listen, this is our good Liu. She wants us to be useful! I always use this word to motivate myself. Read extra-curricular books when you have time in the future and learn a lot of extra-curricular knowledge!
Ah, dear good teacher, a warm current is stirring in my heart! To tell the truth, who doesn't want to make such a mentor! May Mr. Liu's smile stay on his face forever!
My teacher's composition for the sixth grade My teacher is a strict person.
My teacher is very beautiful. Her eyes are big, round and double eyelids, and her eyelashes look very long, just like two rows of small fans. Her eyes are black and bright, like black grapes and black gems. It seems that people don't know how many secrets are hidden inside, like a deep well, which is bottomless. When he is angry, his eyes seem to burst into flames, as if to burn you. Her eyes narrowed when she was happy, just like a crescent moon, full of laughter.
One day, we couldn't do a question in the Chinese exam. I want to copy from my classmate, but the teacher is sitting in the classroom. If the teacher goes out, I can copy my classmates' books or find textbooks, even for a minute. I can copy it out in a minute. I am sure I can solve this problem! Finally, I had a chance. The teacher looked down at the test paper. Hehe, I was really happy at that time. I quickly took out my Chinese class and tried to copy it, but I was so nervous that I couldn't hold the textbook. I tried to force myself to calm down and turn to the third page of the textbook. The answer is completely in front of my eyes. It seems that the score of 100 will soon be mine! I secretly copied the answer happily. I looked up and suddenly saw the teacher staring at me with stern eyes. She asked sternly, "Ma Yiqun, what are you doing?" "I ... I ..." I have nothing to say. The teacher walked quickly to my side, grabbed my test paper and said, "Today, your test paper is zero!" " "After class, the teacher called me to the office and severely criticized me.
My teacher is really a strict person. I dare not copy another word!
My teacher's composition in the sixth grade Article 6 I'm in the sixth grade! On the first day of school, our teacher came to the classroom early, waiting for the arrival of the new teacher. Everyone wants to know what the new teacher is like.
When the bell rang, the smiling female teacher came into the classroom. From her self-introduction, we know that she is our Chinese teacher and head teacher-Miss Song Bo. She is about 30 years old, of medium build, dressed simply and generously, with shiny black hair hanging straight over her shoulders and big talking eyes shining.
We like listening to Teacher Song's class best. In learning, when we encounter problems that we don't understand, she always patiently guides us, inspires us from different angles, and sometimes helps us solve difficult problems by telling stories. What's more interesting is that Teacher Song can also perform. Every expression and movement of her can help us understand the text. We admire her.
Teacher Song is very strict with us. In any case, we are not allowed to delay. Once, after the Chinese exercise book was handed out, I saw a line at the back of the homework: "Please correct the typo!" "After I read it, I closed my exercise book and stuffed it into my schoolbag. Teacher Song saw it, patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Have you changed the typo in your homework?" I casually replied, "just change it tomorrow!" """There will be tomorrow, and today's work must be finished today!" After listening to the teacher, I quickly took out my homework and corrected the typo. Teacher Song patiently helped me analyze the reasons for writing wrong words. After I corrected it, I breathed a long sigh of relief. As soon as I looked up, I met Mr. Song's talking eyes, as if to say to me, "Correct your mistakes is a good student."
Teacher Song makes our "strict teacher" more like our "loving mother". It was a homework class. Suddenly, Wang Sicheng shouted, "Li Bingbing's nose is bleeding!" I saw Teacher Song rushing to Li Bingbing in three steps and two steps. She wiped Li Bingbing's nosebleed with a handkerchief, and then asked Li Bingbing to raise his right hand over his head and gently massage his forehead until the bleeding stopped. She went to fetch water and wash Li Bingbing's face. At this time, Mr. Song showed a gratified smile on his face. Then, Teacher Song taught us how to deal with nosebleeds, and we learned a trick from Teacher Song.
When we behave well, there will always be an approving smile on her face; When we encounter difficulties, she will always give us encouragement in time; When we do something wrong, she will patiently explain the truth to us. This is our teacher Song-a good teacher who cultivates students with painstaking efforts.
My teacher's sixth grade composition 7 My teacher Li Qiuming will take the Chinese class in our class this semester, and Miss Zhao will retire with honor. Miss Li is a strict teacher: strict, serious and strict. Hey, we're miserable this semester.
Miss Li is of medium height, with an oval face and a pair of bright eyes hidden behind her glasses. He has a strong reading ability, a loud voice and feelings. Sometimes his voice can sum up the voice of the class. He is very demanding of our reading aloud, and Miss Li is also very humorous.
I remember on the first day of school, in class, Miss Li suddenly said to you, Wei Zhe, "You used my book." The students all looked at Miss Li with puzzled eyes. You Wei Zhe said, "It's no use." Miss Li said the same thing, and you said, "It's no use. I have my own book. How to use it? You are a book. I am really useless. " As soon as the words were finished, Mr. Li smiled and said, "Look, look, someone actually said he was useless." After listening to this, the students realized that Miss Li was teasing Wei Zhe, and everyone laughed except you, Wei Zhe. Maybe he's thinking: Why make fun of me instead of looking for other students? However, as we all know, Miss Li played a joke on you and experimented with you.
In the new semester, I hope Miss Li Can will cooperate happily with our class.
There are many teachers around me, and I think the best teacher is our art teacher, Mr. Wu.
Teacher Wu's name is Wu. He is in his forties this year. He is about 1.75 meters tall and is neither fat nor thin. His hair is black and shiny, and his big bright eyes are bright, but the most striking thing is his dark skin.
Teacher Wu is a very responsible teacher. Although he has been our art teacher for three years, he always teaches us to draw carefully. I remember once in an art class, Mr. Wu just drew a sheep, and he changed it when it didn't look like it. It didn't look like it after the change. I changed it again. As a result, he changed it no less than ten times. Finally, a sheep appeared vividly on the blackboard. Teacher Wu showed a satisfied smile, but his forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Teacher Wu is not only a responsible teacher, but also the most dedicated logistics senior worker in our school. Some time ago, in order to meet the supervision and inspection of superior leaders, our school had to be "renovated" again. Teacher Wu works hard. He recited all the newly bought trash cans at school by himself, and then fixed all the trash cans in their respective positions with a punch. Then, Mr. Wu went to the classroom to change the light bulb. Remove the old light bulb first, and then replace it with a new one. Teacher Wu climbed up and down the ladder and repaired it repeatedly. It was very late. The next day, the students came to the school and found that the campus was completely new, but they didn't know how much sweat Mr. Wu had paid for it.
This is our teacher Wu. He is the best teacher in my mind.