In daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many people will find the composition difficult to write. The following are six compositions written by my teacher in Grade Two for your reference only. Let's have a look. My teacher's second grade composition 1
There is always a person who is silently dedicating himself to you, who is always illuminating the road for you to walk at night, and who is always taking pains to pay for you ... Except for his parents, that person should be honest. For me, yes.
What impressed me was my math teacher in grade six. We didn't spend a long time together, only in the sixth grade. In fact, I hate him sometimes. I can't help it. He always comes to our classroom to smoke when we are in physical education class. It made us go there for a while, and when we looked, we saw the teacher who was made by him, and sometimes he made us cough a few times. Besides, I didn't like the smell of cigarettes since I was a child, but after a long time, we got used to it.
The teacher's height is not very high. She is a little taller than me at that time. She is slightly fat. She always walks around with a small belly and looks around in the west. She seems to be very idle. But who doesn't know that he always fights under the lights at night, approving homework and preparing new lessons for us. The most distinctive thing is his voice. When I first heard it, I was stunned, then I looked up and stared at it with surprised eyes for a long time, and then I slowly lowered my head to do what I should do. I shouldn't be the only one who has such a reaction, because his voice is so distinctive. At first glance, it feels like an empress, but the tone of the voice is very low, which proves that this is a man's voice.
The teacher is very humorous, and a few catchwords always pop up in class from time to time. After a long time, I don't remember what I said before. Perhaps it's because I didn't listen to the class too carefully. I just vaguely remember that he said, "One day passed when the school entered and exited ..." I can't remember the second half of the sentence. Maybe it's because I laughed too loudly that nothing happened.
I didn't like studying in primary school, and I didn't listen carefully in class, but I still remember my laughter in your class. Now you have sent away students after students, and now I have become one of them. When you open the window, it will definitely hinder all loves in Xi 'an, and all the peaches and plums in the garden are saluting you! My teacher's second grade composition 2
Our PE teacher's surname is Zhang. He is very tall, and his healthy wheat-colored skin is always covered with a sportswear at will, and a stopwatch is always dangling from his chest. He is full of energy and vigor.
On that day, Mr. Zhang instructed us to practice dribbling and shooting, and practiced several rounds, and all the team members scored a few goals more or less. I'm the only one left, and I've tried many times to pass by. I hate myself for disappointing and worry about being criticized by the teacher. It's my turn again. The corner of my eye noticed that Mr. Zhang was looking at me, and I was nervous, so I let the ball pass the basket again. I stood under the basketball stand, ready to try again. When I looked up, I saw Mr. Zhang coming towards me, with anger in my eyes. My heart thumped, and I couldn't help but get nervous and get ready for the storm. To my surprise, he just took the ball from me, held it above his head with both hands, opened his fingers, squeezed the ball firmly, and bent his feet and legs as if to jump up and shoot. He told me while doing it: "Look, this way, open your hands and fingers, buckle the basketball tightly, and bend your legs. Only in this way can you send the ball up with the help of the rebound force of your legs." After that, I kicked my leg again, handed the ball over and looked at me with encouraging eyes. "Come on, give it a try."
I took the ball, because I held the paper in my hand, and I managed to catch it with my eight fingers. I tried it according to Teacher Zhang's teaching method. Although the ball was thrown a lot higher, it was still sideways. I glanced at Mr. Zhang's look. Fortunately, he just frowned. I breathed a sigh of relief. He also noticed that I had a piece of paper in my hand and said; "The paper is in your hand. If you can't hold the ball tightly, it's not easy to exert your strength. Put the paper away." I hid the paper in my pocket with a red face. Open your fingers to fasten the ball, bend your legs and make a downward push gesture: "Yes, that's right, bend your legs a little more, and use your hands harder. Yes, that's it, now it's good to serve!" With teacher Zhang's encouragement, I finally got up the courage. With a kick, a rebound and a cut, the ball slipped and drew a beautiful arc in the air, but when I saw the ball finally passed through the basket, it hit the ground with a bang. Yeah! Finally scored. I cheered in my heart, and I looked gratefully at Mr. Zhang, only to see that he had turned to guide other students.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. It's important to practice more by yourself, but it can't be separated from the teacher's dedicated and meticulous guidance. I am glad that all the teachers I met are conscientious and good teachers, and they have benefited a lot from their patient teaching. My teacher's second grade essay 3
The teaching of my affairs, like the fragrance that never stayed for me, made me feel like a spring breeze, with endless warmth, awakened the spring of my life and saw endless love and hope.
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The pace of the mid-term is approaching, but my status is "bad" and my grades have fallen to another situation. Successive mock exams, like cold and hard rocks, have worn away what little courage I have left. I ask myself in my heart: Where is the way out? Where is the light? Where is the future? ..... However, only endless silence and nothingness answered me.
The night before the mid-term exam, I was ill, shivering with cold, and there seemed to be countless stars hovering around my head. That night, I spent it in torment. The next morning, on the day of the mid-term exam, a familiar and kind voice sounded in my ear in the restaurant. She said, "Are you all right? Don't be too nervous about the mid-term exam today. It's not good to be too nervous. I have a bag of coffee on my desk. Take it! " I raised my dizzy head and saw a more touching eye than hope and a warmer smile than spring breeze. In this way, I picked up the bag of coffee full of care and greetings, dragged my feverish body and got into the door of the third examination room.
In the exam, I was too uncomfortable to write the answer. When the invigilator saw this, he called you. At this time, instead of being as gentle as in the morning, you said to me in a stern tone, "Have a good exam!" Then he came back and said, "It's really uncomfortable. Tell me if you can't hold on any longer." I listened to your words and made a good answer, so I got a grade that is not too low now. Thank you, teacher! If it weren't for you, I might have given up long ago.
At noon that day, I vomited in the examination room because of discomfort. At that time, I was ashamed. Although I had cleaned the examination room, I still felt sorry for the teacher in Class Three, and I was sorry for you. After the exam, I immediately apologized to you, but you only said, "Never mind, just clean it up." At that time, I was shocked by your tolerance and sea-like mind. You taught me tolerance.
The exam results have come out, and I have regressed by more than 7 places. Time has been stretched like a rubber band for a long time. As night fell, the bell rang, and I walked out of the classroom, Leng Yue's light was brutally sprinkled on the rough wall, revealing unspeakable sadness and loneliness, and a fresh moisture surged in the air, drilling into every pore in my body and strangling my residual nerves. I kept asking myself: "What should I do in the future, what should I do ...?"
On the same day, you said to the whole class on Wednesday night, "Everyone is frustrated sometimes, but as long as you have the courage to stand up again, you will surely be brilliant at the end of the term!" I thought to myself, yes! Believe in yourself, believe in the future, even though the cool wind blows outside the door, it can't blow away my full of blood, only my troubles and worries are blown away, leaving behind my faith and hope. Sometimes, the fragrance of a rose can call the whole spring, but at this moment, I am running on the road of life full of flowers ... < P > I would like to take my teacher's teaching and take that fragrance to see the sun, the moon and the stars, the mountains, lakes and seas, and conquer everything in life. On the road of life, I will go forward bravely, braving the wind and waves until I reach the distance I want. My teacher composition 4
There are many teachers who have taught me, and they all make me unforgettable, but the one that makes me unforgettable is my class teacher, Mr. Lei.
Mr. Lei, who is in his early forties and has been teaching at the age of eighteen, has been an old teacher for more than twenty years. He is strong and energetic, and there seems to be an inexhaustible energy in his body. There is a pair of glasses on the high bridge of the nose. Behind the glasses, the eyes are small, but they are so divine. There is always a smile on his face, which is very friendly.
Teacher Lei attaches great importance to our writing and often teaches us some writing methods. He often teaches us with examples that writing articles should be "meaningful, orderly, reasonable and affectionate." Because of the teacher's careful guidance, the writing level of many students in our class has been improved to varying degrees. Those students who can't write the least have followed the teacher for two years, and they can also learn one or two tricks.
Last year, many people in our class won prizes in county and municipal composition competitions. Mr. Lei is affable and never scolds us unless some students behave inappropriately. In the past, when students made mistakes, they were always punished by the teacher for copying words or squatting. Mr. Lei never does this, but he requires us to write a self-examination of 5 words. In this way, we not only reviewed our mistakes, but also made a profound understanding, and also practiced our pens to improve our writing level. It's killing two birds with one stone!
Mr. Lei also has a great feature-he loves to work. All along, our class is responsible for the sanitation of the school men's toilet, and we have to clean it thoroughly three or two times a month. But the teacher is always worried that we don't clean thoroughly, so the teacher always takes part in every big cleaning. You mustn't think that he just sits in the town and doesn't go into battle. Some of the dirtiest, most tiring and bitter jobs are always covered by the teacher.
This is my teacher, a good teacher with both ability and political integrity. I will never forget him. My teacher's second grade composition 5
On a hot summer day, the sun emits a scorching heat, and there are no pedestrians in the street. If you look closely, you can see the air and heat wave beating the road, beating the trees, beating the door and everything it can touch.
It's a crystal cocoon. Even if it's a little dry, I can still feel the rhythm of life inside. When I stroke the crystal cocoon with my hand, I can feel a slight tremor in it. There seems to be something breaking away from it, and it seems to be very painful. The movement stops for a while, which makes my heart twitch.
it's a butterfly! In this garden that has not been visited by insects for a long time, a beautiful butterfly has ushered in. Looking at the listless flowers, it seems that she has slowly raised her head and become refreshed. However, the butterfly only tried to lean out less than half of its body and then stopped. I was very puzzled. As soon as I touched the cocoon with my hand, the butterfly twitched again. I took back my hand in surprise, and the butterfly stopped weakly. I dared not touch it again and then retracted into the corner, hoping for a miracle.
At last, it came out, prostrating on the cocoon, and I was proud of its success. The butterfly slowly straightened up, spread its wings, slammed it, made a spin in the air, and flew to the blue sky.
just like a butterfly, it will fly into the vast blue sky after the pain of becoming a butterfly.
Feather-winged light fan, a whirling, welcomes the most beautiful blue sky.
I was a little upset, so I just hid in the back garden and looked at the languid flowers and dejected green leaves under the scorching sun. I was bored and huddled by the steps-the only cool place, and suddenly a crystal cocoon caught my eye.
after a long time, one end changed. I watched one end of the cocoon being gradually broken. I looked at the cocoon excitedly. Soon, a hairy head stuck out.
Before I knew it, half a day had passed, and the sunshine was not as strong as it was just now. I looked at the butterfly quietly, and it finally moved, trying to arch outward. I was so nervous that I didn't even dare to go out of the atmosphere, for fear of affecting its transformation.
I have benefited a lot from this experience. Everyone will encounter difficulties, but don't give up when encountering difficulties. After the darkness before dawn, you will be greeted with the dawn of victory.
Thank you, Butterfly-my teacher. My teacher, Grade 2 Composition 6
Miss Kang is my junior middle school Chinese teacher now, and she is a female teacher in her thirties. In my eyes, she is a strict teacher, a helpful friend and a guide for me to move forward.
"sitting together" is the punishment I remember most and I am most afraid of. When I first entered junior high school, once, the teacher went out for a meeting, and several activists in the classroom thought there was an opportunity, so they began to mess around. At first, I was whispering, then you pushed me and I pushed you, and then it reached a climax. The whole classroom was full of their laughter. The "thud" door was pushed open and I saw a female teacher who was furious and rushed in: "You, you, stand up for me!" The teacher's eyes at this time are as fierce as an eagle, as if to kill everything. These activists dare not lift their heads. I thought to myself: now you will feel better. "People around them also stand up!" Everyone's eyes are wide open. "You people copy the ten poems at the end of the book ten times!" Every word is powerful, as if telling us that her words are beyond doubt. "Why? I didn't speak again! " The students are whispering. Perhaps the teacher saw our incomprehension and proudly explained the reason to us: "This is lianzuo, an ancient system of punishment …" What a lianzuo! What a teacher! There are 1 thousand people in my heart who refuse to accept it, but they still have to "serve their sentences" Later, several similar incidents happened. The teacher threw us all over the floor and begged for mercy. No one dared to be arrogant in front of her again. What I didn't expect was that this punishment method was transferred to dictation again: as long as someone in the group is wrong, the whole group will follow suit! I can only sigh sadly: "teacher, give us a break!" "
In fact, in retrospect, I feel that the teacher's punishment at that time was very strict, but it was of great benefit to us, and it really made our group consciousness and class cohesion stronger.
As time goes by, I feel that the teacher is not so strict, but she is our friend.
After class, Mr. Kang talked and laughed with us, and the students shared their interesting experiences or strange stories with the teacher. At this time, the harsh teacher in the past could not help laughing, and his eyes were as gentle as the moon, showing a row of white teeth. At this moment, there seems to be a warm current flowing in my heart. I remember that in a music class, the music teacher inadvertently talked about the songs sung by Mr. Kang. At this time, "Speak of the devil", and Mr. Kang just came in through the back door. We all looked at Mr. Kang, "Mr. Kang, sing one!" A classmate shouted out, "Sing one! Sing one! " We also shouted, and Teacher Kang's face turned red gradually.