I like English classes since primary school, so I have a unique feeling for English teachers. Teachers have devoted everything to education, their deepest love to students, but what they have left for themselves is the autumn frost on their temples.

The English teacher in grade seven impressed me the most. He is a female teacher, surnamed Zuo, with black and shiny hair! Small eyes always emit soft light, and a smile makes students feel kind. The students all call him "Mr. Zuo!" "

The laughter is beautiful. But in my heart, Teacher Zuo's smile is the most beautiful. Before, I thought the teacher scared me the most. But teacher Zuo smiles at us almost every time in class, which makes me suddenly understand that the teacher is not scary, but makes us feel amiable! Teacher Zuo's smile adds a lot of color to his vivid English class. Therefore, we all love to listen to his lectures.

But Mr. Zuo sometimes gets angry. I remember once, after the math teacher finished the homework, the students began to make a scene: some stood up and spoke; Some walk around the classroom at will; Even the students sitting in the seats joined the excitement. The classroom is really crowded with people. At this moment, Teacher Zuo came into the classroom. When the students saw Mr. Zuo's smiling face suddenly became serious, they became quiet and the classroom suddenly became silent. Teacher Zuo said sternly, "Who told you to be so noisy?" The students were silent. "Help me copy the text of Lesson 7, quickly!" Everyone seems to realize their mistakes and copy them obediently. Finally, perhaps Mr. Zuo couldn't bear to let us copy, so he stopped us. He said earnestly, "classmates, time is yours, and wasting time is also your business." However, if you have so much time to make trouble, it is better to take out books to read, which can save time and improve learning efficiency. " Ah, this is what Teacher Zuo expects of us. He wants us to be useful materials! I always use this sentence to motivate myself. I will read books and learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge whenever I have time.

To tell the truth, who wouldn't want to be such a good teacher? May teacher Zuo's sweet smile stay on her face forever! Whenever I see his kind smile, I want to sing a song about my love for Mr Zuo!

My head teacher.

"The teacher is a hard gardener, carefully cultivating young flower seedlings; Teachers are hardworking bees, brewing delicious honey; The teacher is the bright light at night, illuminating the direction of the students. " Whenever I think of these poems praising teachers, I always think of our head teacher.

My head teacher is amiable, and he is a Chinese teacher in the school. A pair of oval faces with big eyes like purple grapes look bright. Cherry has a small mouth and smiles with pearly teeth. The teacher is really cute!

Just a few months ago, something happened that touched the whole class. It's a hot June morning. The class is here, and the head teacher is late. How can a teacher who usually comes early be late today? Everyone has all kinds of guesses, and some think: Is the teacher sick? Some wonder: was it too late for the teacher to approve the homework yesterday? ...

"Ding Lingling." The bell rang and the students waited for the arrival of the head teacher. When the teacher still didn't come, the class caused a stir. The monitor took Xu Li and me to the school gate to see if the teacher had come. Finally, a figure staggered into our sight. The figure is very similar to that of the class teacher. The three of us rushed out of the school gate. When we look at it, it is really a teacher. We ran to help her into the classroom. Several students lined up the chairs and asked the teacher to lie down. The students picked up their textbooks and slapped the teacher hard. The teacher was pale and his palms were cold. You can tell it's heatstroke at first glance. Some students rushed into the water with handkerchiefs to wipe his face. The teacher's face turned rosy and her hands were warm. Fifteen minutes later, the teacher woke up. The bell of the second class rang, and the teacher continued to teach us with a tired body. At this time, there was silence in the classroom, except for the teacher's low and slightly hoarse reading voice.

Afterwards, I learned that the class teacher suffered from heatstroke because he didn't have a good rest, and he was sick because he changed his composition to late at night. Yes! Our head teacher is like a candle, which burns itself out and illuminates others. I dedicated myself to the students.