The first-grade teacher's composition 1 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly! In a blink of an eye, we left our childhood in primary school, started our junior high school life and left my teacher. Left my classmates; Left my closest alma mater! But I finally can't forget my teacher-Miss Li Yan!
She is a friendly teacher, like a junior high school child, like a teacher, like a baby. She has been our head teacher since the fourth grade. She has big eyes and a cherry mouth. It's really comfortable to laugh! She is very beautiful. I thought she was a kind teacher at first sight! She is very interesting in class and behaves like a lively little girl after class. Once, Teacher Li Yan spoke to us in the vernacular after class. Teacher Li Yan said our names in vernacular, which made us laugh and cry. The three years with her were sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, but the most unforgettable thing was sweetness. Every time I think of her, I think of her smile. Sometimes, I think we are too sorry for Teacher Li Yan, because we often make her angry and make her cry. Looking back now, I feel inferior!
How I wish I could go back to primary school and get along well with my classmates. If I go back to primary school, I will cherish my time more and will not waste it.
However, Teacher Li Yan is no longer in this school. She is in Shenzhen. If no students are injured, then the teacher will not leave. If you don't make a mountain out of a molehill, the teacher won't be sad! My most unforgettable teacher, you must come back to see us often!
Who impressed you the most in your life growth? Of course, parents are the first, and the second is probably the teacher. Since I became a teacher, my teachers have left a clearer impression on me.
My primary school is in an ordinary rural primary school. On the second day of the first grade, it was really "a mud table, a mud stool, and a mud child lying in the middle." What impressed me most was Mr. Wang, who taught mathematics. He broke our previous view of teachers. When I was in the fourth grade, every teacher was serious and despised us. At every turn, they call us "hemp wears tofu, and the sizing is not enough", "straw bag" and so on. Most of us are trained to hang our heads and dare not breathe. But Mr. Wang is different. He never scolds us and has an amiable attitude. Even if he treats the most naughty children in school, he just earnestly exhorts them. There was once a famous naughty egg who was thoroughly remoulded under his education. Therefore, Mr. Wang became famous, and students from other schools admired him and transferred to our school. We are all talking about Mr. Wang with great pride.
I remember once, I was called to the office by Mr. Wang. I stood nervously at the teacher's desk, my heart pounding and my face flushed. Teacher Wang opened my math exercise book, pointed to the topics he had corrected, and said earnestly, "How did you make so many mistakes? Didn't you learn well before? How can these contents be so confusing? " He spoke slowly, with a reproachful tone in his gentle tone. I didn't say a word, but my tears kept dripping, wetting my exercise book. What a pity! From then on, my math homework was no longer sloppy. Once, in order to calculate an application problem, I did it at two o'clock in the morning, and finally I was among the best in the final exam. Growing up, it was the only time I was called to the office by my teacher because of my study. I am very grateful to Mr. Wang for correcting my mistake in time. That's when I woke up. I shouldn't be sloppy in my study, but I should be down to earth.
When I entered middle school, I met a teacher Ma who had a great influence on my Chinese. Teacher Ma has a college degree, majoring in Chinese, and speaks Mandarin very well, almost like a radio host. The first time I heard him read Russian writer Chekhov's Chameleon, I was completely shocked. He vividly interpreted Ralph's image with his voice. At first, he was serious. When he heard that it was the general's dog, he immediately became flattering. Teacher Ma's reading completely subverts my understanding of reading aloud. It turns out that reading aloud is so interesting and wonderful, and the tone can be so changeable. From then on, I fell in love with reading aloud and often read the text alone in my room. Teacher Ma's Putonghua teaching was really a beautiful scenery in rural middle schools at that time. How much he brought us to yearn for modern civilization!
In addition to affecting my love of reading aloud, Mr. Ma's guidance on writing has also benefited me for life. I remember when he taught Lu Xun to write "A Little Thing", he told us that the writer should express this person through the narration of specific things, and show what kind of person he is through the narration of this matter. In short, people and things are inseparable, and I suddenly became enlightened. The original narrative was written like this. From then on, I understood how to write about people or things concretely. Sure enough, in a Chinese exam, my composition was read aloud in front of the whole class as a model essay, which immediately improved my confidence in writing, formed a good habit of keeping a diary, and sometimes wrote new words together as a story string. Now, I still write some essays. Although I haven't published them, I think writing can bring me peace and happiness, which is a good way to cultivate my self-cultivation. Unfortunately, Mr. Ma only taught us the second and third grades and then changed to a teacher. The teacher didn't analyze the text seriously at all, which led us to swallow the dates raw. By the third grade, we had no impression of the text at all. Now that I think about it, it's really a pity. If Teacher Ma keeps teaching, how many wonderful texts we will remember! Later, I went to normal school and looked forward to the elective courses of normal school. I wanted to get a profound aesthetic and emotional experience, but the teacher downplayed it, without passion and beauty, and I could never find Mr. Ma's heartache again. Now I think, although there are many good texts, if the teacher doesn't devote himself to passion, it can only be a pool of stagnant water, which can't arouse students' emotional ripples at all. If you want to understand love and beauty from them, you can only rely on the students themselves, since the enlightenment.
I think how sacred it is to be a teacher! Teacher Ma may not remember a student like me at all, nor would he have thought that his teaching methods would have such a profound impact on me, but the impact is really so profound and lasting. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", which seed germinates unknown? Which flower is not silent? As a Chinese teacher, I deeply feel how important the quality of a teacher is to students. China's traditional educational thought still shines brightly. I will hold high this banner and walk on piously.
Teacher's Composition for Grade One and Grade Three in Senior High School Mr. Dong used to be our Chinese teacher. He was neither too old nor too young. She looks ordinary, wears black-rimmed glasses, looks calm, is tall and has long hair, just like a college student.
What impressed me most about her was her height. She can give her exercise book to her classmates by the window, and even attract the envy of other teachers. In the class, there are no more than 10 students she can look up to. It is conceivable that she stands out from the crowd of teachers. Another point is her unique and beautiful voice. When she read the text, she was full of emotional appeal, which made our classmates seem to be watching a vivid animation. I remember once in class, she sang "Water Tone" so beautifully that all our classmates praised her as a chorus teacher! During the preparation for the exam, she once heard us complain that there were too many math and English homework, so she changed the Chinese homework from "finishing the exercise paper" to "reviewing the exercise paper and clarifying the examination questions". There are many interesting stories between teachers and classmates.
Of course, like other teachers, she has a strict side. She will not be soft when teaching her classmates, and she also has a unique taste when criticizing her classmates. The teacher once criticized a classmate with the word "character", but this word "character" has become our hot word since then, and we can't help laughing when we think about it. On Friday, she will rudely leave a group of students who haven't finished their homework until late afternoon. Of course, we also know that teachers' strict initial intentions are also for our own good, so we don't remember these things and seldom complain.
Teacher Dong is very good and funny. However, it was not until the summer vacation in July that I learned that the teacher was going to teach in another class.
The news came so suddenly that we didn't have time to cherish Mr. Dong's teaching. Time flies, in the process of our growth, there will always be a lot of parting. Although Mr. Dong only accompanied us for two years, we also tasted the ups and downs together and left many beautiful or profound memories on the road. Madame Marie Curie once said, "No matter how proud a person has achieved, he should drink water and think of his source. It should be remembered that his teacher sowed the initial seeds for his growth. " We admire our teachers, but we should also be grateful to them. We should keep their inculcation in mind.
On graduation day, the students sent a letter to Teacher Dong. There is gratitude, blessing and farewell in the letter. Thank you, Mr. Dong. May the memory of this teacher and student last forever.
My calligraphy teacher surnamed Li is an old man in his eighties. He often wears an all-black Tang suit with white cloth shoes. As for his background, I heard that he fled from China to Malaysia to escape the war in his early years.
Miss Li's accent is still China accent, so in class, we must prick up our ears so that we can hear every word clearly. Once, a classmate accidentally reversed the ink and spilled it on the teacher's Tang suit. Miss Li suddenly looked flustered and immediately shouted, "Are you wet with oil?" The students bowed their heads and dared not look at Mr Li. Their shoulders trembled with fear, and then tears came to their eyes.
"Teacher, Ai Xue didn't mean it." "Teacher, please don't scold him any more." The students scrambled to plead for Ai Xue, fearing that she would be severely reprimanded by the teacher again. You say one word, I say one word, and there is a noise in the class.
At this moment, Miss Li's eyes widened and she looked puzzled: "Why is Ai Xue crying? I asked her if the oil was wet. " The class was silent for a while, and the laughter reached the classroom. Everyone said in unison, "Teacher, please repeat after us:' Are you all right!'" ""Hearing this, Miss Li smiled, too.
After this incident, every time we have a calligraphy class, the students will correct the teacher's pronunciation to avoid any frightening events.
There is a big garden in my community, which was my childhood paradise.
Needless to say, there are neat and green holly trees, smooth and interesting cobblestone paths, buttonwood trees with tall crowns and clover with small purple flowers; Needless to say, cicadas sing in the leaves, butterflies dance in the flowers, and noisy magpies dive from the air and hide in the lush leaves. The corridor on the west side alone has infinite interest. Wisteria has blossomed clusters of small purple flowers, and the sweet fragrance of the flowers has attracted swarms of bees to be busy among the flowers, attracting beautiful butterflies to dance among the flowers. Near the promenade, there are two tall gladiolus, and in the middle of the opposite thick leaves, there is a straight style full of small bell-like white flowers. On summer nights, in the grass beside the promenade, if you listen carefully, you will hear crickets. If you go near it, it will stop singing. If you walk gently and slowly across the grass, you will see a little cricket singing with its wings.
In winter, the garden is tasteless, the north wind whistling, the buttonwood trees covered with leaves are so lifeless, and even the willows are bent and subjected to the test of biting wind and rain. It seems that if you are not careful, it will be blown to pieces. It's different here when it snows. We make a snowman and have a snowball fight here. Under the cover of holly, if you are not careful, you will be hit by your partner's snowball. If the beaten partner doesn't get up right away, he will be dressed up as "Santa Claus" in an instant.
The most lively flower should be spring, when the garden is full of vitality. Willow grows long green hair and calls spring with willow flute; The phoenix tree is full of purple flowers, and the spring music is blown with a trumpet; Above the promenade, wisteria blooms like grapes, and beside the mushroom pavilion, magnolia blooms with buds that have been brewing for a winter; In front of the fence, morning glory, pink roses, you won't let me, I won't let you climb over the fence, revealing their flowers like a game. In the open space, we fly kites and roller skate. On the playground, we play basketball and bungee jumping. Even in front of the bare stone table and bench, there are scenes of us fighting for the general. The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of spring flowers, and Mizaza's clover is also eager to bloom, weaving a charming carpet for the garden.
I love this garden, its four seasons, its freshness and its fragrance. Because she grew up with me, I will never forget her-my childhood paradise.
In that village far from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a paradise for me. That is a big mountain behind my grandmother's house, which is evergreen all the year round.
Grandma often takes me to the mountains to play, where there are many plants and insects that can't be seen in the city. Just a tea seed tree has attracted my countless curiosity. Although the tea seed tree is not tall, its fruit is fragrant and big. The fruit is orange and looks like pomegranate, but it is not as big as pomegranate. Grandma often picks and goes home to squeeze tea seed oil. The pressed oil smells good. If you pick a leaf at random, you will unfortunately meet a caterpillar resting on it. The caterpillars in this mountain are terrible, but they are small and full of thorns, which are very stinging. That scared me half to death. It was on that mountain that I first ate mulberries. It is sour and sweet, and its color and taste are much better than ordinary fruits. Moreover, I also found that he has a very interesting function, because the mulberry juice is purple, so it looks like a nosebleed when applied to the nose, but my mother still sees through it. She said, "He did the same thing as me, but my grandmother recognized him."
When I was a child, I was afraid to go to that mountain, because my grandmother told me, "There are wild animals like wolves on that mountain, and they took our puppy away." Therefore, I dare not go up the mountain for a while, and I dare not sleep at my grandmother's house for fear that the wolf will take me away. Even if I sleep in bed, I won't close my eyes. My mother and grandmother thought a lot, and grandma regretted telling me about it. Actually, she's just scared.
I left many memories there, and I was very happy. Although I didn't have a chance to go there, I will never forget the happy time there. This is my paradise.
(3) On campus, I spent the best time of my childhood, which was my childhood paradise. The campus is full of vitality and books. I feel very happy to study in such a campus.
Needless to say, osmanthus is in bud, like a shy little girl; Needless to say, the leaves of pomegranate trees are green and full of vitality in the depths; Just say ordinary flowers look good. Flowers are competing with each other, red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... colorful, comparable to each other. Unknown, simple but elegant little white flowers dot the small garden of the school. They are as dazzling as rosy clouds on the horizon, and (. ) as gorgeous as Changhong in the sky. Our campus is full of vitality and happiness.
The natural scenery of the school is beautiful, and the human landscape is not bad. The statue of Einstein stands among the flowers and plants in the school, on which Einstein's famous saying is written: "Science is endless, it is an eternal mystery." Walking in, you can see the statues of Zhang Heng and Tao Xingzhi. Climbing the stairs, I felt the expectation of our school-step by step. As the steps rise, you can see a lively playground. Tall teaching building. Looking at the teaching building, I remembered Zhang Heng's words: "Life is diligent in the world, and there is nothing else to ask for." I think: study hard and you will get something. On the playground, the students are alive and kicking, and the basketball players are full of energy and fierce competition. Some students jump rope, some play table tennis, some run, and their faces are filled with happiness. Then I saw the trash can in the corner of the playground. It hides evil people and practices, but it doesn't require it. Aren't all our teachers like this? I can't help thinking of such a poem: "Spring silkworms will keep knitting until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night."
I am very happy to study in a vibrant campus. I love the beautiful campus, it is my paradise.