My teacher is 1. My Chinese teacher is Miss Zheng. Her eyebrows are thick and short, her eyes are big, her nose is high, and her mouth is a little thick and chubby. Said she was strict, not strict. Say she is gentle, not gentle. Why do you say that? Let's have a look.
The familiar class bell rang that day. Mr. Zheng walked into the teacher on time with a pile of homework and began to find out who had not handed in his homework. Teacher Zheng asked all the students who didn't hand in their homework to stand up, and then at least ten people stood up and walked silently to the podium, looking like dead people. Teacher Zheng began to check the unfinished homework one by one, and as a result, there were a lot of unfinished or unfinished homework. Teacher Zheng is very angry and his face is getting ugly. Finally, Mr. Zheng's face was even uglier than a volcanic eruption, which almost scared me to death. The expression almost eats people. After that, all those people can't avoid frying meat with bamboo shoots. The scene is terrible!
However, when Mr. Zheng was in class, he changed a scene. When he talked about class, he was as happy as a smiling baby, not as serious as he was just now. Speaking of the wonderful part, every story can make us happy, and some students know that he can't stand straight. I think Mr. Zheng is like a bisexual, with a good temper and a bad temper, which makes people unpredictable.
Although Miss Zheng has a strange temper, she is one of the best in other aspects. She will tell us many stories. Every time she talks about the wonderful part in class, she will tell us her experience and what she heard. It seems that she lives more than we eat.
Teacher Zheng's seriousness is reflected in his appearance, but his gentleness is in his heart. Everything she is doing now is for our future, for our better life in the future, for a foothold in this society, for finding a good job, for future happiness, and for making our future road simple enough not to be full of bumps. Here I want to say: thank you, Mr. Zheng.
Speaking of teachers, people always think of candles and chalk, sacrificing themselves but making others. Yes, teacher, what a great word. When we are happy, he is always trying. When we were all asleep, he was still working in the light. I like teachers, especially him.
It was the last time that our former Chinese teacher left us for Chongqing. We didn't even have to think about it at that time. That's the teacher stabbing us in the heart with a needle, and we feel terrible. Who can bear this kind of pain, but we still have to keep tears in our eyes. When I saw the teacher dragging his suitcase out of the school gate, I finally burst into tears and couldn't see anything in my eyes. I still feel sad when I think about it now. At this time, Miss Li came over (I didn't see his expression clearly at that time, but I saw the kindness in her eyes), and he gave me a lot of comfort, and my mood gradually improved. As the saying goes: once a teacher, always a father. Now I finally understand the meaning of this sentence.
In the future, Miss Li will live and study with us. I like what he said to us: 55 of us are one, and none of us is incomplete. I like his persistence, I like his efforts and simplicity, and I prefer his persistence to us. That is love. Deep love.
By the way, I almost forgot to tell you who my favorite teacher is. Now let me tell you! He is my head teacher, Mr. Li Meizhou. If I hadn't remembered this time, Miss Li would have become a nobody. Please keep a secret, or the teacher will be angry. Remember, keep it a secret!
My teacher is a third-grade composition teacher, and I am also a friend! Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
You are like a magic pen in my life picture. Because of you, my junior high school life has become rich and colorful.
First acquaintance is like sunshine.
I was still so shy when I first entered a strange campus, and you became my history teacher.
Since I met you, studying is no longer a pressure for me. In my memory, every class of yours is full of joy, and all the students in the class agree that listening to your class is like watching the Spring Festival Evening.
"Your strength is infinite. Hurry up and study hard."
"You are diligent and clean, and quickly clean up the leftovers on your exercise book."
"You are brave and strong, and you should try your best to destroy the enemy on the test paper."
These words of encouragement touched me deeply. You like to praise others best, everyone's advantages will be magnified by you, and every progress of students will be seen in your eyes and remembered in your heart. So I study history especially hard, and the fun of every history class has gradually become my motivation. In history class, the historical facts of the rise and fall of countries in past dynasties also tell us the truth of being a man.
You are like a ray of sunshine, slowly melting the cold ice in my heart and making me feel warm.
Hello again, just like the spring breeze.
The next day, it seems that there is such a fate, pulling you and me. I am lucky that you are my English teacher again. With your company and encouragement, my grades are slowly improving.
The semester is coming to an end, but I am addicted to online games, becoming lazy and making many excuses for myself. Finally, you lost your temper in front of the whole class. That was the first time I saw you angry. The reason was simple: I only got 20 points on a test paper with a score of 100.
I was left behind after school, and I know you are going to give me a lesson again. I'm tired of such preaching. But you just sighed: "Son, it's not too late to mend." Road, can only rely on yourself. The teacher said it was useless to say more. Think for yourself! "Up to now, I still remember your eyes full of disappointment and expectation when you left.
After that, every homework and every paper I do will leave your handwriting, "Come on, the teacher believes you are the best!" " ""progress, continue to work hard! "I also slowly changed. I am still grateful to you.
You are like a spring breeze, rushing through my world, and everywhere you go, spring blossoms.
Parting is like a lighthouse.
By the third day, your encouraging words were no longer on my paper, and it was no longer you who held three-inch chalk in class, but your encouraging words encouraged me to continue my efforts.
Life goes on, I still have a long way to go, and I must go on my own. And you are the indicator light that guides me to the right direction, and I will move in this direction.
After a few years, maybe you don't remember me anymore, because peaches and plums are everywhere. However, I will remember that there is such a teacher who gave me caring warmth and inspired me like my parents and friends.
Teacher Zhang, I wish you all the best!
My teacher's third grade composition 4 has a great influence on my junior high school career. The teacher is Miss Yan Li. Her last name is horrible. She always calls herself Yan Luowang, so we should control the children.
She is a beautiful teacher with a classic beauty temperament. I remember when I first entered Anwai, I left home for the first time to study outside. At the beginning of military training, Teacher Yan always smiled kindly at me. She has been worried that our children are tired and hot in military training, and often follows us in military training and military parade. When the instructor ordered a rest, I sat alone on the grass, and Teacher Yan chatted with the instructor. Then I heard their conversation. Teacher Yan told the instructor that I was like a child she used to know, and then
Because I didn't learn English in primary school, I have a poor English foundation and can't keep up. Teacher Yan gave up her lunch break to make up lessons for me. Starting from the most basic teaching, I am impatient over and over again. I clearly remember that it was Miss Yan and me in the office at that time, and she sat next to me and taught me. When I learned a knowledge point, she smiled contentedly and then touched my head, which made me feel like a mother's love.
Of course, when Teacher Yan is fierce, it is really terrible (Teacher Yan, offended, hehe). I remember a boy and two other girls cleaning the stairs in the morning. Tamia Liu and I, another boy, always come to clean up early. When the girls come, we all clean up. We were very unbalanced, so one morning, Tamia Liu and I didn't clean. When the girls cleaned, the girls finally thought that we cleaned, but we didn't clean. Finally, Teacher Yan found the stairs dirty and asked the students on duty to go out and sweep the floor. Two girls and Tamia Liu went out to sweep the floor, that is, I sat in my seat reading a book, because I usually do the most, and my heart was very unbalanced, so I didn't go to the big ignition. Teacher Yan finally knew that I was also a student on duty that day and didn't go out to sweep the floor together. She was very angry and made me angry in front of many people in the class. She also called me to her office to talk. She asked me fiercely why I didn't sweep the floor with them, and I felt very wronged. She said that I was almost the only one sweeping the floor before, and the two girls hardly swept, so I wouldn't go out to sweep the floor because my heart was unbalanced. Your eyes are full of tears when you speak, because you really feel wronged. Teacher Yan told me that the teacher has always attached great importance to you and thinks you have a sense of justice. When she said this, I choked up and felt even worse. Then he said, "losing is a blessing." I know that she demands more from me than others, and I can't bear to let her down, so I try my best to be a man and do things very hard.
I still remember her words that had a great influence on me: "What can be done today can be done today!" " Over the years, I have kept this sentence in mind. It can be said that this sentence has penetrated into my life. I never leave today's dirty clothes to be washed tomorrow. Hehe, it's a bit silly.
Thank you for having such a kind teacher to introduce me to english introduction. More importantly, those qualities have influenced me so far. Miss Yan, long time no see. Are you okay? I hope you are happy. Besides, Miss Yan, you look much better when you smile than when you are fierce.
Everyone has his own ideal. Some people want to be a writer, some want to be a pilot, some want to be an astronaut, and I want to be a human engineer-a teacher.
Someone may ask me, "What's good about being a teacher? It is low wages, hard work, and people don't pay attention to it. " "There are five buckets of vegetables at home, not king of the children." But have you ever thought that without the knowledge taught by teachers, we are not ignorant? It is precisely because of the knowledge taught by the teacher that we can become smarter and more developed. It is precisely because the teacher gave us a boat that we can.
During the day, the teacher stood on the three-foot platform and gave us painstaking lectures; At night, the moon has climbed to the top of the tree, but the teacher is still trying to mark our exercise books with bright red tick marks under the flashing lights ... Maybe when a person is surrounded by the joy of success, he will forget his relatives, but he will never forget his teacher, because his success also has the contribution of the teacher.
Me too. No matter how old I am, no matter how far I go, I will never forget my beloved teacher, because I grew up under the care and love of my teacher. No matter how far I go, I will never forget my teacher, so I yearn for the profession of teacher.
Now I am still a primary school student. I must study hard and practice hard in the future. You can't go to the platform of dreams until you grow up.
My teacher is a math teacher in our class, female, surnamed Xing, with unknown age, round face, big eyes and a pair of pink glasses on her nose. Although her altitude is not high, she is full of something congenial, which is exactly what Pan Changjiang said-concentration is the essence. The math teacher in our class is not beautiful, but she is also good-looking. Isn't the beauty of Venus gathered on her broken arm? The math teacher in our class is not only clever but also humorous, so she often becomes the focus of our discussion.
Every time I attend a math teacher's class, I feel very nervous, which can be said to be mixed feelings! The math teacher always gives us a sunny smile. If someone doesn't listen carefully, the math teacher will fly to that person with a long-lost smile and show a charming smile. That person will fidget, scratching his head, and wish his soul would go out and hide for a while, knowing that this smile is the prelude before the storm. According to the martial arts book of the math teacher, the brighter you laugh, the worse you die. That fellow knew that he was going to die this time, and he didn't even have a chance to survive. So every time the math teacher smiles at me, my heart beats faster, my eyelids jump and my mouth shakes. It's terrible.
My math teacher has a really good memory. She keeps in mind the advantages and disadvantages of each student. Whenever there is an opportunity, she will invite us to a "humble party". Every time a celebrity is invited to tea, she is ashamed and looks miserable. When I met him, I felt the same way and felt very sorry for him. In order to avoid this kind of "torture", I am always careful, for fear of "close contact" with the math teacher!
How's it going? My math teacher is not bad!
I remember the first time I met Teacher Qin. I stood on the platform on the second floor. Although it was summer, the breeze blew. When you laugh, you only hear the sound of "da da" high heels penetrating the crowd. At that time, Mr. Qin was still a shiny black hair, with a clear hairline and a sharp front. Hidden eyes under red-rimmed glasses can penetrate everything. But those high heels are still fresh in my memory. Beige leather and heel should have "hate the sky high", which will spark when rubbing on the ground. I thought to myself, this teacher really has an aura, so Mr. Qin floated in front of me on the catwalk of Milan Fashion Week.
Teacher Qin also has a nickname "Qin Ma".
Qin Ma has quietly integrated into my life. Qin Ma loves beauty, and those high heels have never stopped. They are beige, rose red, black, colorful, glossy, leather, pointed, fishmouth, thin heel and thick heel. I once thought, will Qin Ma be tired?
When I was delighted to win Dandelion Flying, the focus of my attention was naturally the article Love to Wear High Heels. "Walking in high heels, although hard, is tall and straight." "After a long time, it will be comfortable, and I am afraid that the passage of time will kill the courage of life and life will never grow again." Every word, it's like answering: not tired. This is that the body is tired, but the mind is satisfied.
This is also like Qin Ma's temper, strong and calm; Rational, without losing sensibility. When Qin Ma is in front of us, I understand that no matter how uncomfortable and sad people are, her heart will not be easily revealed in front of us. When she tried to face us, she was strong and positive. In life, Qin Ma will never indulge herself, doing yoga, reading and writing in her spare time. She changes again and again, just like turning a cocoon into a butterfly. I have to admit that Qin Ma is more legitimate than us. I think every morning, the shoes in the corner are waiting for their owners. When Qin Ma sets foot on it, all her troubles will be temporarily forgotten. We have to face a new journey. Wearing high heels, we can face up to all setbacks and spur ourselves to stand on our shoulders all the time. We can't lack courage and confidence.
Deliberate, consider words, I found that I seem to feel the mother earth calling me. Wu Nong's soft words, my heart pounding, are all brought to me by the language in the book, and I have never pursued lettering like "Fu". The temperament revealed in Qin Ma's article is unpretentious and poetic. Poetry comes from the earth, the most affectionate expression of family affection, and the most sincere nostalgia for homesickness.
In "Mother's Wish", I saw the shadow of my elders at home and looked for the names of my children and grandchildren on the honor roll with reading glasses. I can't help laughing at the sentence "My mother is like a student with poor homework when she faces the teacher's inquiry". What a lovely old lady. Through it, I saw my mother's wish and her heart. "Nianweier" smells the simple taste of hometown, the taste of bacon, the taste of Nian, and also has lingering memories. In Six Boat-fruited Sterculia, I saw Ma Xiaojie's heroic spirit, a woman's generous style and her pure heart.
In Qin Ma's words, my heart tends to be quiet and soft. I seem to see a little girl with a ponytail leaning against the door frame in the moonlight, quietly rippling in the night dream. In a blink of an eye, the female teacher who just stood in a strange city showed tenacity and heroism in her eyes. Finally, Qin Ma in front of me is still so calm, taking us into the ideal door and into the heart of the book.
My teacher's third grade composition article 8 "Teacher, I forgot to do my homework!" " "
"What? You forgot to do your homework again? It's been several times. You are not allowed to go out after class. Stay and stand as punishment. Really! "
The teacher flew into a rage, tearing his hair out. I faced the cold wall, and the teacher said it was "missing the wall"! After class, a group of students rushed out of the classroom and galloped happily on the court, shouting happily, while I could only face the wall alone and be depressed.
Dear teacher! I already know that I was wrong. It's been a long time since class was over. Please go easy on others outside the law, and give me a break this time! I will definitely hand in my homework on time in the future! You must be very thirsty after studying hard in class. Why don't I make a cup of hot coffee to quench my thirst? Don't bury yourself in correcting the paper. I did badly in the exam. If you add fuel to the fire again, I'm sure I'll be scolded by you again Thought of here, I have butterflies in my stomach, which is really "Pippi's frustration" untenable!
Dear teacher! I remember that at the end of the semester, you suddenly gave generously and invited the whole class to drink slurpee and fried chicken chops, as well as cups of refreshing slurpee. Let's put aside all the troubles and heat! There are crispy and delicious fragrant chicken chops, which are still fragrant to the teeth and cheeks! Sometimes when we are in class, we are afraid that we will be bored. We often tell stories to relax everyone's mood, and often make everyone laugh and cheer us up!
I think you are the best, the best and the smartest teacher in the school. Even my mother said that you are serious and responsible in teaching. It is an honor to teach you! These are my heartfelt words. I want to tell you these paintings every time, but I am so shy. Teacher! Did you hear my heart?
Teacher, I really love you! Please forgive my unintentional mistake this time!
My teacher has a pair of bright eyes and looks very wise. Her back is covered with long hair, black and shiny, and sometimes with a high ponytail. She looks particularly energetic and has a smile on her face. Who is she? She is my Chinese teacher-Duan Jingfeng. She is the teacher who has taught me for the longest time, and also the teacher who knows me best.
My Chinese score is not very good. For the sake of grades, I often write my feelings in my diary. For this reason, I am very sad and painful, but she always tells me: "It doesn't matter, just work hard." I don't know why, and she never blamed me. Sometimes I always ask her some questions that I can't figure out, and she always tells me the answer. In order to make myself as happy and healthy as other students, every time I feel sad and painful, I always write down the unhappy things in my diary and tell her, and she always helps me relieve the pain and troubles in my heart.
I remember one Wednesday in the second day of junior high school, she gave us a class with illness. She walked into the classroom that day and saw that she was emotionally unstable and wanted to give us a lesson. At that time, I suddenly felt that everything I had done in the past was not worthy of her. I really understand the teacher's teaching, understand the teacher's painstaking efforts and feel the teacher's greatness.
Teacher, everyone says that you are the pillar of cultivating the motherland, but I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland and the backbone of our generation. When I listen to teacher Duan's lecture, I always feel relaxed, which is a kind of enjoyment! She can take us from the desolate desert to the busy city; A seemingly tasteless text can be vividly said in teacher Duan's mouth. Sometimes, Teacher Duan can bring us into the wonderful nature and let us breathe the fragrant air. Sometimes, Mr. Duan leads us into the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, so that we can enjoy ourselves ... In short, the last teacher's class always gives me a refreshing feeling, and it also makes me feel that time passes quickly, and a class ends unconsciously.
You are like a red candle. Dedicate all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit. It can be described as' burning' in two words! Keep burning! The class you taught. It is so colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. With you. This garden is so beautiful. The earth is full of spring! Teacher. Open the window and see, this is all love, this garden is full of peaches and plums. Salute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher. Engineers of the human soul. Who is not praising you! Disseminate knowledge. Is to sow hope. Sow happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!
Teacher, you are a beautiful cultivator and a beautiful sower. You shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, which makes our hearts lush and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Teacher, your spirit will always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, allowing young trees to thrive and branches to bear rich fruits. Without asking for anything in return. You gave us a ruler of life for us to measure every day, and you gave us a mirror of example behavior for us to learn everywhere. You are a bridge that connects the cut mountains for us. Let's go to the peak of harvest. You are a tough and slender green vine, guiding us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff, when the seedlings need a glass of water. Never send a bucket of water. When you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water, just give it in moderation. This is the skill of a good gardener, my teacher. This is your art of education. Not to mention, An Yan is cold, peaches are ripe and dripping, and Li is ripe and skilled. Planting flowers is easier than educating people. The valley is full of fragrance, the poem is full of people, the painting is full of people, and talents are smiling.
I remember one time, Teacher Duan asked us to recite the text, because I knew I was slower than others, so I recited it as soon as class was over. One day at noon, she asked us to go to school early to recite the texts we had memorized. At that time, I was thinking: how many days have I memorized the text? It's a piece of cake to write it now. I was just about to start work when she said, "Write a wrong word and copy it five times." I didn't take this sentence to heart, so I started writing with my head down, then handed it in and walked out of the classroom in a daze. After I came back, the teacher didn't leave, so I quietly walked to my seat. As soon as I sat down, the teacher stopped me and said with a smile, "I can't do it with my back bare, and there can't be typos." I went to the office to look for her in the afternoon, but she still smiled and said to me, "Is it time for typing in your hand?" These typos will say no to you ... "She said seriously," In fact, you have made great progress, and the teacher has no requirements for you, so don't force yourself. As long as you feel that you are working hard, as long as you don't give up, the teacher will not give up on you and continue to work hard. " After listening to these words, I kept whispering in my heart: Thank you, teacher, I will try my best … Then I left this familiar office.
However, the three years of junior high school have disappeared. In those unforgettable days, the teacher gave me knowledge and help. Her teachings, like water drops, will always moisten our hearts.
This is my kind and serious Chinese teacher.
My teacher's composition 10 The river slowly erodes the surface of the earth, grass seeds are slowly scattered in the wind, and the time is staggered and the flowers bloom for a long time. The layers of dust that fell in my heart were washed away by dusk. All naughty students who try to throw their thoughts into the unknown space are unwilling to trap their whole body and mind firmly in the bell of this last class, and it is rare to stop their eyes in unison. The door was painted carelessly.
Children in different periods will unconsciously come up with many strange ideas that they all look down on themselves, and they will always be immersed in their own fictional happiness, although they have been crowned: in the third grade, "You are a sensible child" makes people unreasonably limit the title of unlimited freedom.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the third grade teaching building. The sun barely passed through the top, forming two very different colors, most of which were still immersed in dim light, and the other half evaporated with the warm yellow sunset. From time to time, the dirty wall painted with gray paint bulges a big bag somewhere or leaves mottled cracks there. Close and rough. Because you always have to act different from others, I don't know that XXX has closed the door again. I don't know if the feeling of seeing the teacher blocked out of the door is really so carefree, and the sunshine is forced to stay outside the door, but it should be regarded as cunning and thorough, reflecting from the glass window in the eyes, which makes people blind.
In an instant, in the silent countdown, a slender figure appeared in the field of vision. Always so punctual. Who she is speaks for itself. That is to say, teachers who stand in the morning reading area earlier than us every day, teachers who appear in class on time every day, will give us detailed explanations in different ways. A year is not too long, not to be with you day and night, not to be with you day and night, not to be with you for a moment, but it is really easy for me to spend a year getting to know someone. I don't have much life experience, but there are many things in the world.
No one will give him a fixed point of teacher image. Is it a master with a serious face and a ruler? Is it an office worker riding a bike in a gray shirt? In short, all uncertainties will still converge like a trickle. Become a ... Classical Chinese is full of "wisdom tiger is a hero", with a pair of funny eyes hanging on the bridge of the nose. Even out of this image in the old days, it is not satisfactory. This speech must be Zou's. Repeating the same words every day makes people helpless!
If I use the above words to describe my teacher, it is really ignorant. She is fashionable and beautiful. She always surprises us unexpectedly. She has refreshing ideas like us. She won't let anyone be buried. Her sadness will always be hidden by herself, but her happiness will always be shared with us at the first time. Her patience will be evenly distributed to anyone, her smile will always be everywhere, but her repression will always make people nowhere to be found.
At the moment, the layers of sweetness on her face are like a very long close-up slow motion in my sight, as if she would stay at that moment forever and never broadcast. The orange dress reflects another dazzling brilliance in the warm sunset. Well, the darker the color, the more comfortable the mood. Prove that she is in a good mood at the moment. Sometimes I suddenly think, if she is as old as us, is she wearing a floral dress, holding a profound book, walking under the buttonwood tree on campus, listening to the campus tunes hummed by the students, the loneliness under the buttonwood tree and the cold in autumn? Is her idea too sudden? Maybe, maybe not. I'm too curious about her.
Footsteps, the friction of clothes, light laughter, more and more clear. Breathing sound, changing sitting sound and strengthening working sound. Filled a small space, as if there were a small mezzanine, all clearly divided. She has a stack of thin paper books in her hand, which looks like homework. So, all kinds of ideas. Into tiny wings floating upwards, floating among classmates, floating from one place to another, the slower the time, the more nervous it is. Come on, come on. So-and-so, who had been holding back for a long time, stood up and flew to open the door, presumably regretting what he had just done: closing the door.
Look respectfully, expect, expect and pray, my teacher-Mr. Ge. I don't know when. I find it difficult to get rid of the group you lead. "Kazhi" dark green paint door was gently pushed open, just like her, always gently and slowly.