You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! My favorite teacher, Teacher, is a sacred and common name. Each of us has never left their hard work and sweat. In our growing experience, they were teachers. They are serious and responsible, great and selfless, like hardworking gardeners, watering the flowers of the motherland with their own efforts. They are our guides and let us know how high the sky is and how thick the land is ... Teachers are disseminators of human culture and play a bridge role in the inheritance and development of human society.
/kloc-Comenius, a great Czech educator in the 0/7th century, once said, "What better and greater contribution can we make to our country than educating young people?" Looking back on the history of China for thousands of years, you will find that good people have always regarded "teacher" and "the relationship between heaven and earth" as lofty and sacred. So some people say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves, but illuminating others.
It is also said that a teacher's job is a process of artistic creation. It is a process of guiding students to accumulate knowledge, organizing students to cultivate their ability, influencing in many ways and inheriting culture. This is a process of creating splendid civilization while eliminating ignorance ... As an important social role, teachers have played a very important role in the past, present and future of mankind and shouldered indispensable social responsibilities.
However, in modern education, there are numerous and complicated social influences: Internet, games and cultural rubbish do harm to students; Serious social problems, such as single-parent families, intergenerational management, left-behind students and problem students, have left us with a series of educational problems, which make many teachers feel that education is becoming more and more difficult, especially teachers. Through a large number of questionnaires and interviews and consulting a large number of relevant materials, I have some general understanding of "my favorite teacher" in students' minds.
Perhaps it will help young colleagues: a primary school student wrote in his composition: I like our teacher Mao. Her lectures are lively and interesting, and her humorous explanations always make us listen with relish. She is kind-hearted, gentle and considerate, and often helps me solve my study difficulties. Every time I get good grades, Teacher Mao always encourages me to say, "Little Morning Heron, you should continue to work hard! Come on! " Yes
2. My favorite teacher wrote a 500-word (Chinese) ode to a red candle-thanking teacher Liu Hui for lighting a candle in the cold winter, which warmed the lost heart; A ray of candlelight on the dark road illuminates the direction of progress; A ray of candlelight in the sun, flashing the brilliance of the sun; Candles in the breeze are jumping with the rhythm of youth.
Red candle, while constantly burning itself, brings light and warmth to others; Frustrated, when I was most sad and desperate, a conversation with Mr. Liu Hui made me regain my confidence and set sail again in the ebb and flow of life. Failure in the college entrance examination has never been able to erase the shadow of inner pain. After coming to Yangtze University, I suppressed my inner pain and actively participated in various activities of the school and departments. Because of the outstanding ability in all aspects, I have met many excellent student cadres.
I used to host programs, give speeches and recite the best in my class, so I was very confident in the English-Chinese speech contest held by the college, but my confident Chinese speech was a fiasco. When I learned the score, my eyes filled with tears, but I held back and kept smiling to prevent others from finding out.
On the way back, listening to my friend singing a melancholy song, my thoughts suddenly burst like a flood and tears rolled down. I suddenly felt that I had lost all my self-confidence and felt a burst of fear inside. How should I face the future? After I calmed down a little, I finished the homework assigned by the teacher on the computer on Sunday morning. The Communist Youth League Secretary came in and told me that Mr. Liu Hui wanted to see me.
I was surprised at that time, because I deeply understood that I was not a class cadre and I didn't have much formal contact with Teacher Liu. Why did he suddenly ask for me? I went downstairs trembling. I saw Miss Liu coming towards us with a smile from a distance. Cai Lan and I hurried forward to say hello to Miss Liu. "It was great that you attended the speech!" Opened our topic, "I heard that you cried about it, didn't you?" A gentle tone makes me feel that it is not the teacher who is talking to me, but the friend who is connected with my heart. Suddenly, my inner tension disappeared.
He analyzed some successful or failed experiences for me and told me that as long as I can learn from this competition, find my own shortcomings and correct them, it is progress and victory. After standing and chatting for a while, he asked us to sit on the edge of the flower bed with him, without any shelf, which made us feel more cordial and natural.
Later, he told us some experiences and problems that should be paid attention to in learning English, as well as things that should be paid attention to in life, so that we can communicate with him more. If you have any difficulties, you will definitely help us solve them. Suddenly I feel that there is still sunshine and true feelings between heaven and earth. After this chat, I re-examined this failure, and I am also making progress in constant tempering. I believe that the sunshine is always after the storm, and my future is not a dream.
Here, I especially want to thank Mr. Liu Hui, who helped me regain my confidence and find myself. In this world, no matter how many years I live and how far I go, I will never forget the encouragement and expectation given by Teacher Liu.
You are a red candle, burning yourself to illuminate others; You are a gardener, you have worked hard and trimmed carefully. I want to say thank you too much. Now, it comes to one sentence: "Thank you, teacher!" "My favorite teacher is from our school. There is an amiable teacher. That's our Chinese teacher, Miss Wang.
All the students she has taught will like her. She has short black hair, big sparkling eyes full of knowledge and a red glib mouth, which makes her look full of vitality.
Teacher Wang taught us from the fifth grade to the sixth grade. Every class, she will carefully analyze the examples in the textbook and encourage us to practice more and think independently.
She first analyzed each kind of problem for us, and then let us finish it independently. Every time we make some achievements, she constantly encourages and praises us.
Since she taught us, my class's Chinese scores have soared, and once I won the third place in the spot check exam on Huanshi Street. She is cheerful and strict with our study. She is our strict teacher. As the saying goes, strict teachers make excellent students.
This sentence is exactly the way she teaches. However, she assigned a proper amount of homework.
She is always patient with her classmates who have shortcomings and make mistakes, instead of getting angry easily. We will always do better what she asks us to do.
But sometimes, Miss Wang becomes very angry. No, there was a classmate whispering with his deskmate in class. When Mr. Wang saw him, he glared at the classmate, and his eyes were like lightning.
For students who don't study hard, she always gives criticism and education as severely as the autumn wind sweeps away the leaves. Some students said that Mr. Wang was really angry when he got serious, which I felt a bit.
But after one thing, I changed this view. Once, I went to the office to hand in my homework, and I happened to see several students in my class making up lessons there.
They couldn't figure out a few questions for a long time, when Mr. Wang saw their sad faces and called them all over. I thought: well, these people should be careful.
I didn't listen carefully in class. How can I make up lessons at this time? I believe I will learn a lesson from Mr. Wang. I didn't expect Mr. Wang to patiently help them analyze their problem-solving ideas until they fully understood them.
Oh! It turns out that these students missed the lecture time because they had to train shuttlecock, so they came here to make up lessons. I'm already a sixth-grade student. In two months, I will graduate, and I will leave my familiar campus and Miss Wang.
But, Miss Wang, do you know? How I want to say to you: you have worked hard! In primary school, I was proud to have a teacher like you. I will never forget you, the teacher who led me to success.
Miss Wang, you will always be my favorite teacher.
3. How to write the composition of your favorite teacher? My favorite teacher has taught me many teachers. My favorite teacher is Miss Chen. Teacher Chen loves to wear black or white clothes, wears a pair of short-sighted glasses, and has a long flowing shawl, which looks elegant and elegant. Her eyes are stern but gentle, mysterious and full of wisdom, which is always unpredictable. Teacher Chen has been teaching 18 years and has his own teaching style. In her class, we often realize the truth of being a man, not by boring preaching, but by a series of gripping stories. She often says to us, "I don't like children who study hard." Just knowing knowledge, it is not enough to turn this knowledge into wisdom and be a wise person. " Writing here, I can't help but recall the "dark" late reading class ... "Ah, the power is out!" "What can I do?" In the dark, the class was noisy. Suddenly, teacher Chen's calm voice came over: "Students, be quiet. Tonight's self-study will be changed to a class meeting. Let's talk, shall we? Everyone put the books in their schoolbags and sat down. " Then came the sound of collecting books. After a while, the class was quiet. The teacher first talked about the safety in the class, and then told the story of celebrities studying hard and their personalities. In the increasingly dark classroom, our hearts are getting brighter and brighter, like a dusty window, which is now being washed by a bucket of clean water. It becomes more and more transparent. It seems to me that this is not an ordinary class meeting class. The teacher's words moistened my heart like spring rain. Now that we have graduated, Mr. Chen has said a lot, which impressed me the most and benefited me the most: "Learn persistently and don't be afraid of hardship." Your attitude determines your height; " Being considerate of others and being an educated person is the first effort in life! " .
4. "My favorite xx class" composition (500 words) I like Chinese class best. Opening books allows us to enter the inner world of historical figures and feel their joys and sorrows. What impressed me the most was the lesson of "eating the old money".
Last week was a Chinese class. The teacher came into the classroom, wrote four big characters on the blackboard, and then turned to everyone and said, "Today we are going to taste the courage." Then the teacher turned on the big screen and a picture appeared on it. The teacher asked us, who is this? Everyone said "Gou Jian, the King of Yue" in unison. By the way, today we are mainly talking about wuyue's struggle. The defeat of Yue will be remembered. He became the slave of the King of Wu, and finally defeated Wu through the efforts of Yue for more than 20 years.
The teacher asked us to play these two roles when talking about the King of Wu and his advisers. I'll perform with my classmates in the group right away. After a few minutes, the teacher told everyone to calm down and invited several people to perform on stage. Zeng Jiahui played the prince of Wu alive, arrogant and arrogant, and couldn't hear what others said. Made everyone laugh. Finally, the teacher asked everyone to discuss whether it is necessary to "eat and drink" now, and everyone had a heated discussion. Then, the teacher asked if it was necessary. Some people say no, others say yes. Finally, the teacher made an analogy: a person with poor grades went to a farmer's house to pick up a pile of firewood, and instead of sleeping in a bed, he slept on it. As we all know, it is not a form, but a spirit.
Although this class has passed for some time, the humorous language of the teacher and the hearty laughter of the students still haunt my ears.
My favorite teacher is hard to find 500 words, so I don't have to repeat it with my classmates. In my study experience, many teachers have taught me, but my favorite teacher is Mr. Hou, who teaches Chinese. Mr. Hou is in his forties, of medium build, and his eyes are shining with wisdom. With a high nose and a friendly face, she is approachable. Teacher Hou teaches very carefully. She is full of energy and smiles in class. She introduced us into the ocean of knowledge with vivid language and vivid metaphor, and let us roam freely in the ocean of knowledge. It always makes me feel that the 40-minute class will arrive in a blink of an eye, which makes the students feel that the Chinese class is so happy. Miss Hou always corrects their homework carefully. Waiting for words of encouragement. Mr. Hou is also very concerned about his classmates. If they are unwell or encounter any difficulties in their studies, the teacher will always try his best to help them solve them. Once, Wei Yi's classmate accidentally swollen her little finger. When Mr. Hou learned about it, he quickly took her to the hospital. When the doctor finished filming her and said that there was no bone injury, the teacher was relieved, and then bought some medicine for Wei Yi to go back to school. Wei Yi's mother was very moved when she learned about it. Over time, Mr. Hou occupies a high position in the eyes of her classmates. I remember once taking a few days off because of illness, and I left some homework behind. Teacher Hou voluntarily gave up her lunch break to make up lessons for me, explained the key issues to me in detail, and asked me from time to time: "Do you understand? Are there any questions that won't? " The teacher smiled with relief when he heard that I had learned everything. I silently said, "thank you, teacher!" " "Hou teacher works very hard and often works in spite of illness. Once, the teacher had a bad lumbar spine. In order not to miss our homework, she insisted on coming to school. During the break, the teacher should have a rest, but she also explained the problems to several students with learning difficulties. When she saw the teacher carrying a dragon and a horse, sweat broke out on her head. The teacher's selfless dedication deeply touched me. What an amiable and respectable good teacher! The eagle is grateful for the blue sky, because the blue sky gives it the space to fly freely; Grass is grateful to the earth, because the earth has given it a comfortable and warm home; I want to thank Mr. Hou. Your teaching like spring rain and persuasive enlightenment will never be forgotten by me. Miss Hou, you are my favorite teacher. I don't care what I do, but that doesn't mean I'm unlucky. I seem destined to meet good teachers since I was a child-I like every teacher from kindergarten to now. I want to stay here. Teacher Tao, the most experienced teacher, teaches us math. She is really top-notch in mathematics. Sometimes even the parents spend half a day solving problems, and the teacher quickly solves them. When I got home, my parents patted my thigh. Alas, it's still your teacher. In class, Teacher Tao gave a humorous lecture, which made us feel very eager to learn. It's really amazing. So far, Mr Tao hasn't made any mistakes. She is rigorous in thinking and accurate in calculation. Of course, it is the Chinese teacher in our class-Miss Chang. Teacher Chang is very beautiful, and I don't think my language can be written through. In private, the students say that attending teacher Chang's class is not only a visual enjoyment, but also a spiritual enjoyment-double enjoyment. Teacher Chang's eloquence is absolutely unique, and there is no emphasis in a class, which shows his rich vocabulary. I still remember one time, the teacher dictated his travel notes impromptu in class, which was really eloquent. Li said the teacher spoke very well. I asked why, and I replied that the teacher wanted to eat lamb chops on the snowy mountain. Alas, the child knows how to eat. I thought junior high school Chinese was boring, but in fact, it was under the influence of Teacher Chang that I discovered what Chinese was. In short, such teachers are rare! The most severe teacher tells me about this teacher, that is, our old class teacher, Mr. Dong. Teacher Dong teaches us English. English level is really high, and English is really slippery. Practicing our oral English in class will teach us knowledge points, and let me add a few words of English to my classmates from time to time, and my classmates will label me as a "fake foreigner". Teacher Dong is not only in charge of English, but also in charge of everything in 8th grade, no matter who does homework. As soon as the old class entered the classroom, the students immediately returned to their positions, fearing that the old class would "stare" at him. It is true that "strict teachers make excellent students", otherwise our class would have sunk. Although the students say the teacher is strict, they are convinced in their hearts. The most humorous teacher "our classmate is very powerful, and he made four mistakes in five multiple-choice questions." He must be a genius! "Of course, it is Mr. Wu who shows humor. Teacher Wu's criticism never makes people feel that he is criticizing, like a big friend persuading a friend that even the criticized person is convinced. Of course, this kind of criticism is really clever, and the students who are criticized rarely commit it. " This classmate must have been too tired from work last night and didn't sleep well, so he came to catch up on sleep today. "He burst into laughter and even criticized him for sleeping in class so humorously. It can be seen that he is humorous Humorous criticism has become another landscape in his class. I have never been to Basra, the hottest place in the world, the Dead Sea, the lowest place in the world, or puncak jaya, the highest mountain in the world. However, there are four valuable teachers in our class, and we will certainly learn a lot from them. Meeting them really enriched my life and benefited a lot.
6. My favorite teacher writes a 500-word composition about my favorite teacher.
Teachers are gardeners and teachers are candles. Teachers are like our relatives. Who teaches us knowledge? Who teaches us how to be a man? Isn't that our teacher?
I know such a teacher. She is a teacher with rich teaching experience. She left an indelible impression on me. You are my favorite teacher.
Just when we were called, we were all too timid to speak in class for fear of making mistakes. Whenever this happens, you always say kindly, "Don't be afraid, even if you make a mistake, the teacher won't criticize you." If you get every question right, you won't need our teacher. " This is an encouraging look in your eyes.
Your maternal love for us, like the sunshine in spring, warms the hearts of these students. In my eyes, you are also the best teacher.
Once, when the bird waited, you would come to ask our temperature and condition every morning, and you would come to school earlier than us every day to disinfect our desks and chairs with 84 disinfectant, so you spent a few pairs of jeans.
Another time, on my way home, I met you and saw a pile of books in your hand. When I went to say hello to you, I found those were our books. Suddenly, I understood that I always thought it was easy for teachers to correct our homework. Sometimes when I do too much homework, I feel unhappy and think there is too much homework today. I didn't realize until now that your homework is twice as much as ours, no, dozens of times!
This is you, my favorite teacher-Miss Xu Huaying!
7. How to write a 500-word composition in your favorite class? Seeing the composition topic in the examination room, my thoughts returned to the Chinese class that impressed me deeply-
The classroom became noisy as soon as the bell rang. The students nervously recited the "I love this land" they learned yesterday. I looked at the door nervously with my back on my back, praying that the teacher would be late.
At this time, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom, and I was extremely nervous: "It's over, I forgot all about it this morning ... If I ask questions later, it will be miserable ..."
The teacher cleared his throat and everyone stopped reciting. Sure enough, the teacher said, "Let's check the text recitation." His sharp eyes were mixed with a little encouragement to scan the class, and the classroom was silent, even quieter than when studying by himself. I secretly looked around, and everyone's heads were almost low on the table, nervously looking at the book. The teacher suddenly added: "Today, my classmates will ask me questions."
Our heads were lifted in an instant, and our eyes were fixed on the teacher. We were both monks-scratching our heads. I cast my questioning eyes on the same place, and she whispered, "What medicine is the teacher selling in the gourd?"
The teacher went on to say, "Reciting has always been an arduous task for students. A classmate asked me when I was reading this morning. Teachers always ask students to recite. Can I recite it myself? " I suddenly realized that in order for students to recite the meeting, teachers should first set an example, so I decided to recite this lesson by myself. "
We suddenly got excited, looked at the textbook carefully and checked whether there were any mistakes when the teacher recited it.
"If I were a bird/I would sing with a hoarse throat …" The charming voice of the teacher echoed in the classroom, and we were brought into a brand-new world of poetry. In this world, there are poets who deeply love the motherland, hate the invaders, deeply love the motherland ravaged by Japan's iron hoof, and are passionate about contributing to the country. ...
After the teacher recited, we were still immersed in eloquent recitation. Then, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. The teacher's face burst into a happy smile. Outside at this time, the wind is rustling and birds are singing.
This is my favorite Chinese class.
8. One of my favorite teachers should write a 500-word composition in a novel way. There are dozens of teachers who have taught me from primary school to junior high school. They all have their own characteristics, and I feel different about them. Among them, what impressed me the most was a kind, cordial and strict teacher.
The word has not been published as a mystery. Because of her high prestige in middle school, she temporarily replaced it with the word "Wang". Teacher Wang criticized my mistakes and warned me of my success, but rarely gave it.
Praise, because I didn't meet the teacher's expectations either.
When the monthly exam is coming this semester, I feel that I have reviewed more comprehensively, so I have nothing to do in class all day. Finally one day, the teacher caught me red-handed. It was during the self-study class, and I was reading a book.
When singing, the song was so "nice" that Chen Shengnan, who was sitting in front of me, kept covering her ears. At this time, the teacher's sharp eyes fell on me and called me to the front. I immediately realized that I had made a mistake and slowed down.
Miss Wang walked slowly to the teacher and asked angrily, "What are you doing?" "I'm ... I'm singing." I am ashamed to answer. At this time, "Wang" teacher solemnly said: "Your singing not only affects yourself.
Self will also affect other students. Why did you get the top 50 in the final exam last semester? The reason is that you always don't know what to do, and you always feel that you are doing well. Why does Chen Shengnan always have something to do and you don't? study
Xi should be as down-to-earth, absorbed and prepared for the exam as you are. That's impossible. See what Chen Shengnan does when he has nothing to do. "I don't hum 1 with my head down, turned and walked back to my seat. gift
In fact, I have been reflecting on myself and realizing the seriousness of my mistakes, so I have redoubled my efforts. Finally regained the top ten of the school year in the monthly exam.
In another self-study class after the monthly exam, the teacher called me to the front again. At this moment, I thought: The teacher must have seen my great progress and encouraged me. However, to my surprise, I walked to the front happily, teacher.
Instead of praising me, he said, "Although you did well in this exam, you must not be proud. Remember, there are five people in front of you You don't want to do well in the exam once and disappear like before. Then what am I afraid of?
I can't. See which subject is still missing. Work harder and do better in the midterm exam. "I nodded confidently and returned to my seat. I thought to myself: the teacher is right. My greatest weakness is my pride. I
We should overcome our pride, strive for a higher level and make our teachers truly satisfied.
Now it's time to announce the answer. Teacher Wang is my head teacher.
Among the dozens of teachers who have taught me, I am full of respect and love, but only one teacher is full of respect and love, and that is the teacher! She is my unique and good teacher in this world!
9. The composition of my favorite class is 500 words. In a composition class, all of us were holding writing paper in our hands, frowning, thinking about the topic of this class and thinking hard about how to write the content of the composition.
The beautiful bell rang, and I stood up and looked around lazily. Very quiet. The teacher who should have come to class earlier didn't know where he went. Gradually, everyone realized this. In order to test the truth, he was quiet for five minutes. After confirming that the teacher would not come for the time being, the teacher "fried" the pot: some students took out small snacks from the hole in the table and distributed them to the surrounding students, enjoying themselves; Female students take out their precious books and take out a candy from their pockets from time to time, which looks so comfortable; I took the glue stick out of the pencil case, smeared it on the pad, waited for it to form a thin mucosa, and then slowly tore it off, chatting with my classmates and leaving the troubles of composition behind. The class at that time was really enjoyable.
At this time, the class has been going on for fifteen minutes. Everyone is even more unscrupulous when they see that the teacher hasn't come yet. Some subordinates go to play with others, and some sing loudly. They really do everything. At this time, a classmate who ran out to go to the toilet came back. He seemed to put out the fire: "Quiet! The teacher is coming! Sit back quickly! " Say that finish, he quickly ran back to his seat. In an instant, the classroom was silent, only from everyone's smile and hidden annoyed eyes, you can vaguely see the excitement just now.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. This topic makes everyone's frowning brows stretch out at once, without the teacher asking. Everyone writes on the stationery like a god, and the teacher looks at everyone with a naughty smile in his eyes.
In that class, the composition that scared me suddenly became cute, and the composition that regarded all of us as sworn enemies became friends, which made me remember it vividly and I would laugh when I remembered it.
This is really my favorite class. I hope we can meet again. That class is also the composition class that impressed me the most.