My teacher's sixth grade composition article 1 "My teacher took the water from Tianchi and sprinkled it on the earth to raise new seedlings." In our study life, teachers are indispensable people. Only under the teacher's inculcation can we learn more happily and grow stronger. In my heart, my good teacher is our old head teacher Chen Lingxia.
In my eyes, Miss Chen is a strict teacher. In class, I was awed by Mr. Chen's majestic eyes. Every time I look into the teacher's eyes, I always tell myself to be strict with myself. When doing problems, strict requirements scare me, but I know that strict teachers make excellent students. The teacher's strictness is in exchange for the students' excellent academic performance.
In my heart, Mr. Chen is an amiable person. When it was cold, the teacher's words of concern sounded: wear thick clothes and keep warm ... This sentence warmed my body and my heart. When I meet Mr. Chen at school, Mr. Chen always smiles. This smile melted the cold weather and my heart.
"The teacher's kindness is as deep as the sea." In the past two years, I have deepened my understanding of Mr. Chen. There is another thing that makes me think that Mr. Chen is a good teacher. In a mid-term exam, my grades "flew down three thousands of feet". I'm also stuck because of failure. The ridicule of other students, the swaggering posture ... these things have made me secretly cry many times. Confidence is greatly reduced, hope is slim, and I don't know where to go. It was teacher Chen's words that inspired me:' I believe you have the strength to succeed, but you didn't play well this time. As long as you work hard, you will succeed next time. Thinking about this sentence carefully, I deeply understand the truth of "don't be discouraged after failure". Then, a long-lost confidence appeared on his face. Later, with teacher Chen's repeated encouragement, I finally sat on the "throne" of the first grade again.
Teacher Chen's Excellence is also reflected in the teaching methods. A good memory is not as good as a bad writing. Based on the teaching philosophy of writing more, reading more and reading more, Mr. Chen allows students to consolidate in their homework and remember the key points and difficulties from their homework. Every night, Mr. Chen will remind everyone to read after class. In order to cater to the teacher's suggestion, I bought a lot of extracurricular books. With the accumulation of time, my writing level has advanced by leaps and bounds. It is really "listening to a teacher is better than studying for ten years!" " It is this unique educational style that makes Mr. Chen win the honorary titles of Luoyang Excellent Class Award, Yiyang Excellent Teacher, Yiyang Model Head Teacher, Yiyang Key Teacher, Yiyang Teaching Model and Elegant Teacher.
You, like warm sunshine, shine on me; You, like the brightest star in the night sky, guide me; You, like the warm spring breeze, soothe me. You are my good teacher-Miss Chen!
Today, I want to praise not others, but my head teacher, Miss Ding.
Although I haven't known Mr. Ding for a few days, I deeply feel the teacher's concern for us.
The teacher doesn't look very strict, but she feels very amiable, just like her mother. I especially like Mr. Ding's class, because there is no such scary atmosphere in Chinese class. On the contrary, the classroom is filled with a relaxed atmosphere and eyes eager for knowledge. In class, the teacher's teaching methods are very interesting and the learning atmosphere is very active. People passing by our class can often hear our laughter. The teacher always uses her humorous tone to irrigate our thoughts and impart knowledge to our minds. In class, the teacher will also tell us something that we can't learn in class, so that our brains don't have to be limited to the knowledge in that textbook, so that our thoughts can go deeper. The teacher filled our empty hearts with love. She usually gives us little homework, giving us enough time and space for us to control freely. But we won't let ourselves be wasted because we have extra time. We should strive to form good study habits consciously. Because it is a graduating class, Mr. Ding may not want to give us so much pressure. I know it in my heart.
I especially like being a teacher's helper. I can help the teacher do something, even if I am tired. Whenever the teacher asks me to help her do that or do other things, I am very happy.
Teacher Ding is like a hardworking gardener, caring for every little flower in the big garden of the motherland! Teachers have conquered the naughty characters in our class with selfless love, so that they can feel the teacher's love for everyone. When a classmate makes a mistake, the teacher will criticize and point out where you are wrong. Correct guidance will make you clearly realize your mistakes and make up your mind to correct them. With her every move, every word and deed, Miss Ding let us walk out of the shadow of the study burden and let students study easily.
Under the selfless light of the teacher, our class looks vibrant, brave and lively. Their wordless care flows like a warm current, warming our hearts. They carefully woven the most beautiful rainbow in the world. Dear teacher is not only a spiritual project, but also a disseminator of love, which deserves our gratitude all our lives.
I want to introduce my teachers, lovely people who deserve my respect.
My head teacher, an out-and-out Northeastern, is known as the "Northeast Tiger" in the Jianghu. He taught mathematics and crossed the Bohai Sea from the distant Heilongjiang to a small town in Shandong, where he took root. In fact, at first, my impression of him was not very good. A big man of one meter eight, with that treacherous smile, is called ecstasy. Be a teacher and love smoking, although all the hazards and consequences of smoking are popularized to us all day (for example, the color of smokers' lungs is different from that of non-smokers, smoking is easy to cough and so on). ), he has been smoking and enjoys it. Over time, he will always have a strong or weak smell of smoke. Fortunately, when he smokes, he always stays in the corridor and looks at his back by the window, which is quite a bit confusing and disappointing for a 40-year-old middle-aged man. However, after I took the first place in my class several times in math tests, his attitude towards me changed a lot. I am also very pleased that I have changed from indifference to active concern. Slowly, slowly, I found that he was not as annoying as I thought. When I grew to like him, we had graduated from Grade Three.
My political teacher, known as "invincible Zhang in the universe", is the only teacher who accompanied us from Grade One to Grade Three. We were his first students, exactly after he changed from a computer teacher to a political teacher. Yes, that's right, our politics is taught by the microcomputer teacher! Lao Zhang is especially good at telling all kinds of truths and bragging. Since he always praises me in class, I won't speak ill of him.
My physics teacher, surnamed Liu, has a wonderful skeleton and is humorous and upright. As the representative of my physics class, he said there was nothing he could do. He asked me to count a few sheets of paper, but I always forgot. I put off my homework again and again. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and found another classmate to help me, so my "work" was finally "booming". He loves to practice calligraphy, which is probably the best among physics teachers. But there is one thing that I have always found difficult to understand. Why does he always like to write that mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river? I asked him, but he smiled and didn't ask too many questions. He said to me earnestly, "Oh, you must choose physics again when you get to high school." I asked why. He hesitated and even told me that because I had many questions, when I understood all these questions, I would naturally learn physics well. And he told me that the reason for all this is actually because of a topic: the ball hangs on the wall and swings back and forth (I can't remember). I thought the wall was swinging instead of the ball, and I argued with him for 30 minutes! Now that I think about it, I'm stupid, too
My English teacher is gentle and has a good temperament. She is as thin as a bolt of lightning. For some low-level mistakes I made, she always took pains to ask me, "Should I make them?" She is a little dissatisfied with my English grades. She said that if I worked harder, English would be the first in the whole school again. I know this truth, but maybe people will have a kind of inertia when they are proud, and the reason why my English has regressed may be because of inertia. In fact, I have a secret-when I recite words or texts freely, I always squat under my desk and secretly drink breakfast milk. I wonder if she found out?
My chemistry teacher, generous and uninhibited, has a daughter as old as us and a babbling son. Perhaps for these reasons, she is very friendly to us and always supports our ideas. Once, we were going to have a class get-together, and the Northeast Tiger resolutely opposed it. So in desperation, we went to the chemistry teacher for help. In desperation, she first denounced the Northeast Tiger's practice, and then relented: "Children are usually tired in class, so it is not too much for them to ask for a get-together, which can also enhance the feelings between teachers and students, not to mention the combination of work and rest in study, and we can't study hard ..." But the Northeast Tiger refused to accept this one. In desperation, she contributed her own class to let us get together, which moved us to tears.
As for Chinese teachers and history teachers, they are also very good. I won't explain it here. But in the third grade, I can say that I am lucky to have these teachers with me.
The fourth part of the teacher's sixth grade composition is in my young and hazy memory. With the passage of time, many things are gradually forgotten by many people, and I can't remember several storms and sorrows. Looking back suddenly, that childish and ridiculous me has turned into a memory and stayed in my mind. In a flash, she has been away for seven years.
She, guess who she is?
She is an angel in my heart. Her life is like a flash in the pan. She! Always pulling me imperceptibly; She! Just like a timely rain moistened my dry land; She! Like a ray of golden sunshine, it gives me warmth and happiness. At the same time, she is a towering tree that holds up a blue sky for me, and it is also a big umbrella to shelter from the wind and rain. She is the brightest star in the sky now. How many times when I was sad and disappointed, I looked at the star thousands of miles away from me, but it was close at hand. She always blinks as if she were smiling at me. As I watched, Miss Xiao's familiar face appeared, and I heard her say, "Son, it's not a matter of success or failure. Don't be arrogant in winning, don't lose! " That is, she dried the helpless and cold tears on my face, brought me a naive smile, took away my sadness and haggard, inserted plump wings for me, and let me soar in the sky of knowledge.
She is my first teacher-Miss Xiao. I remember when I was a child, you said that my voice was crisp and beautiful. You know what, teacher? I miss song for you so much. Because of this, I always love a song-"Lilac". Do you know Mr. Xiao? Do you know how sad I was when I found that your hair was dyed white with chalk and your wise forehead was run over by years? When I know that you have left me, my heart rolls in the depths.
I want to go over mountains to find your footprints. I folded my hope into a boat. I hope you can hear the words on the boat.
My teacher's sixth grade composition Article 5 My Chinese teacher's surname is He. She is of medium height and plump. Short hair is black and shiny. Zhang Yuanyuan's big face, heavy eyebrows and bright eyes seem to tell your mind at a glance. She is about fifty years old. She likes wearing a black suit and looks very energetic.
According to He Laoshi, she used to have a very good voice and was called a golden voice by her colleagues. But she is hoarse now, but her voice is loud. We all like to listen to her lectures because she is very interesting and beautiful. Before class, she always brings us into the new class with interesting stories. In class, maybe the teacher saw us distracted. She made us laugh with jokes, and we were refreshed again. He Laoshi is not only humorous in lectures, but also humorous in comments! There are rules in our class. Before the teacher came, the class cadre wrote his name on the blackboard. Once, Liu Zhou got on the blackboard and He Laoshi came. As soon as she entered the classroom, she cocked her head at the blackboard and deliberately said in a surprised tone, "Who is it?" Also on the "honor list", oh! It turned out to be our famous Liu Zhou! "Liu Zhou bowed his head in embarrassment. On another occasion, He Laoshi stood on the podium with a serious expression and an exercise book in his hand. He asked knowingly, "Li Ming, who is Li Ming? Come up and let me see! "We all feel strange in our hearts. What's wrong with He Laoshi, who always smiles? Just heard He Laoshi say, "Keep your homework for me! Do you want to test whether He Laoshi can afford it? " Then He Laoshi turned around and smiled and said to us, "You will do the same in the future. Leave what you can't do to test me! "Everyone will laugh after listening to it.
He Laoshi loves us very much and we love He Laoshi very much. Whenever class is over, we will huddle around He Laoshi, giving her some sweets, some cookies, some hugs and some backs. He Laoshi always laughs. Our teacher is such a good teacher.
My teacher's sixth grade composition Article 6 My head teacher in the fifth and sixth grades is like my second father. He is not tall, and his appearance is not amazing!
In the third and fourth grades, Mr. Lin was my head teacher. However, after I was promoted to Grade Five or Six, Mr. Tang became my head teacher. At first, I didn't like his class very much. After a long time, I have more contact. I gradually became familiar with my head teacher, Miss Tang. In my mind, he is a teacher who doesn't care about personal grievances.
I remember that time, it was a Chinese class. After class, I didn't prepare the textbook. I put my hand in the cupboard. At the moment, a powerful tenor froze me. I looked around and it was quiet. I looked at my teacher, who looked at me with angry eyes. The teacher talked a lot in class. I know the teacher is talking about me! I was scolded by the teacher and almost came out with tears in my eyes. I was very upset and angry at that time.
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes with a paper towel and continued to listen to the class. But when I heard the teacher say that I would invite my classmates to study, I couldn't help raising my hand. But the teacher didn't see it. At that time, I thought to myself, that must have been a trick. The teacher was angry and didn't call me. I'm a little discouraged. The last two paragraphs are hopeless. I put my hand down. Suddenly, the teacher gave me one last chance! I read it out loud with emotion. After reading it, the teacher praised me for my good reading and told me to try harder next time. Ah, the teacher is really a person who doesn't care about personal grievances!
Teacher Tang is an ordinary teacher. He cultivated the buds from generation to generation and the flowers of the motherland with his own efforts. Whenever I think about it, I can't help thinking about my teacher.