In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?
But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If we have something on our mind, just ask her, and she will talk to you for a while, so that we won't be unhappy. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". .
In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't, but Miss Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!
But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.
Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.
I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?
Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.
Time flies. It's been six years. I am about to enter junior high school and bid farewell to the primary school where I have lived for six years. In the past six years, I have experienced many unusual things and called many friends. Besides, I also met a good teacher-Cai Ni. She is a relatively young teacher in her early twenties. Although she looks ordinary, her own clothes are neat and refreshing. Her lectures are vivid and easy to understand, and her teaching methods are unique, so her classmates like her very much. When I first came into contact with her, I was not very impressed with her, but in a composition class, I changed my mind about her. It was my first composition class in junior two, because I didn't attend preschool, and I didn't even know what composition was. After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is to turn beautiful sentences into paragraphs. It's easy to say, but it's not that easy to do. I can't even make sentences, so it's even harder for me to write jokes. I am depressed and prone to tears. "ah! I really like it! " "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, I was awakened by my classmate's voice and looked up, ah! The teacher drew a big cock on the blackboard, which is lifelike and particularly beautiful. The teacher said, "Students, who can describe this big cock?" The students raised their hands very enthusiastically. I couldn't help shrinking because I was too timid to speak. "Huang, tell me!" The teacher pointed at me and said that I was embarrassed to stand up and fiddle with my skirt. I waited a long time before I came up with a few words. Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, the teacher led the whole class to applaud me and said that I spoke very well. Later, the teacher wrote the words "My Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this was the topic of today's composition. After the training of this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. I will always remember the good intentions of Teacher Cai!
When I was a child, I often fantasized about a carefree life, without studying or thinking. Gradually, I understand that people can't stand in society without knowledge, so they must think with their brains, so they must go to school for further study. But I am particularly distressed. I heard that going to school is particularly tiring. Now I like going to school, thanks to my teacher.
On the first day of school, Teacher Meng came in. She glanced at the class with sharp and hopeful eyes, picked up a book that was not very gorgeous and began to call the roll. Soon after my mother left, I began to get along with my teachers and classmates. Teacher Meng is very strict with us, but he never punishes us. Every time a classmate made a mistake, the teacher always reasoned with him and told him not to make the same mistake again. From the so-called mantra of Teacher Meng: Never yell at us. Teacher Meng is very serious in class, and she will explain the questions we can't do carefully until we fully understand her, so in our class, basically everyone studies well. Teacher Meng was very anxious when she heard that her classmates had problems that she couldn't do, but she smiled when she learned that the final exam in our class averaged first in the whole grade. This is also the result of teacher Meng's careful training for us. Teacher Meng has a wide range of knowledge If any of us said the word "impossible", she would definitely say to you, "In my dictionary, there is no such word as impossible. This is what Napoleon said. Please remember! The students nodded if they realized something. Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and we are about to say goodbye to Teacher Meng. We really can't bear it. We must remember you, Mr. Meng!
My teacher's surname is Han. He is short, but he is born with a strong temper and can train people well. He has a jiazi-shaped face, stern eyes and Baidu-high glasses. Let me introduce what Teacher Han has done!
Teacher Han's teaching method is different from other teachers: first of all, she is particularly concerned about poor students. If there are problems that can't be solved, Mr. Han is as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. As soon as she has time, she will call poor students to the office, and poor students and other teachers will soon become relatives; Secondly, Miss Han must finish teaching what she has prepared for each class before we finish class. Even after the second class, she won't frown or blink. Finally, teacher Han is not as relaxed with students as other teachers. Anyone who has not handed in his homework must take the initiative to go to the office and tell the reason. He must not let the group leader or class representative take a message, and he must do a good job in the student's ideological work before he is willing to let him go.
Teacher Han is really disappointed in our students this year. Teacher Han can't help us if we don't eat hard and soft. If we are a little more obedient, Mr. Han will be extremely happy. As long as Mr. Han is away, we will get rid of the smallpox repaired in the classroom while incense is burning. What about the next day? We must be hit by the board. It is really "a teacher can't live"! Who let us be a group of fur monkeys!
Teacher Han forbids us to fill in the "classmate record"; We are also not allowed to send greeting cards; On Teachers' Day, we are not allowed to send flowers. We are not allowed to send flowers everywhere. We just think of us as flowers in the greenhouse. Good brain, what's the use of getting full marks? We just muddle along day after day until we graduate from primary school. Maybe you don't understand, neither do we. Why can't Mr. Han allow former students to fill in "classmate records", send greeting cards and send flowers on Teacher's Day? I have been looking for the answer to this question, but no one can answer me.
In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Teacher Zhang appeared in front of us. First of all, I thought to myself, she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Zhang! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?
But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Teacher Zhang's handwriting is good, too, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict after class. I remember she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they are in the hands of Teacher Zhang, there is nothing, that is, what she gives them is crunchy, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches." .
In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't. But Teacher Zhang never criticized me, just talked to me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!
But I will also remember this little lesson. Next time, I hope I won't make mistakes again. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a normal me.
Also, I want to say to Teacher Zhang: If I am a bird with wings spread, then you are the wind that flutters my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.
Another autumn has come, and Teacher's Day, like this harvest season, contains the hard work of teachers and the hope of gardeners to sow, and quietly comes to us. In the teachers' satisfied expressions and their happy faces, my junior high school teachers are looming in front of me. I can't remember her name (calling her name when I was a child was a blasphemy), but her figure is still clear in my heart!
It was also in the first Chinese class this season that she walked into the classroom with a stack of compositions. Her feet are slightly lame, her clothes are elegant and fresh, her thin white face is calm and clear, and her clear eyes are so sharp behind the camera.
She picked up her composition book and began to read our names. Her voice is crisp and pleasant. The students went to get their compositions in turn, but I didn't hear my name. I began to look at her with some confusion and surprise. She still gave us a calm look with clear eyes, and everyone was quiet. Her sweet voice rang again: "Next, I'm going to read you a composition." Oh, my God! That is obviously my composition! Under her voice, my composition is so beautiful and vivid! It's like she went through it with me.
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