I love my teacher's composition 800 words high school 1
Some people say that teachers are like candles, burning out the last drop of wax oil for us; Some people say that teachers are like spring silkworms, spinning silk for us. It's a compliment, but I don't like it. It's a little heavy I think, the teacher is like the endless spring water, which is a gushing instruction on the three-inch platform; Teachers are like birds singing in winter, which crow finely, with witty lectures between smiles.
In that immature scene, I was confused, like a fish's seven-second memory. Her voice and smile have long been forgotten, only the temperature of her palm is for me to miss at any time.
Outside the glass door, the hunting wind swept the dust all over the floor. The lingering gentle drizzle, originally intended to appease a few words, was annoyed and turned into an angry downpour, tearing at the wind. I banged on the glass door from time to time, and the iron lock on the door trembled in horror and gave a low whimper. I am glad that the children around me have been picked up one by one, and that peace of mind makes me envy. I saw the brightly lit classroom suddenly empty, and the excitement and noise of the day disappeared. The "horror" scene at that time and the loneliness of the raid still make me unforgettable. I only remember a warm hand gently pressing on my head, and the warmth kept coming from my palm. Look back, listen, don't remember her appearance and words.
Now I think it should be a soft tone, with the softness of small women in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Her appearance? At that time, I was still young and had never seen a real rainbow. It's just hearsay, vaguely outlining its beauty and brilliance. Now that I think about it, her smile should be like that rainbow. The whole person is bright and shining.
At this point, I tried to describe her eyebrows in my mind. There is no way to write, only smile. The river of years flows forward in a hurry, and the swallows flying south never look back. But I still thank her, for the encounters in my life, your warmth and my love.
Every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.
My love, my teacher.
I love my teacher's composition 800 words high school 2.
How time flies! Too fast! Unconsciously, it has become a permanent memory! Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Swallows have gone and come back, but our days are gone forever. Our six-year primary school life passed by us like running water.
I still remember that six years ago, we came to this campus with immature steps, longing for the school and respect for teachers. Everything is so novel and strange. At this moment, a warm big hand caught me. I looked up and saw the teacher's bright smile. Thank you teacher! It is your smile that makes me brave and confident, and lets me spread my wings and soar freely in this vast world!
When I get the joy of victory, you hug my shoulder and say, "You are the pride of the teacher, keep working hard"; When I was frustrated, you took my hand and said, "People will always encounter setbacks, and the key is whether you have the courage to face them"; When I made a mistake, you patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's not terrible to make a mistake. What's terrible is that you made another mistake!" " "Thank you, teacher! When I walk on the road of life, you always stand behind me and silently be my strong backing!
I remember that time, I couldn't work out a problem. I'll meet you in the office. You were very happy to see me ask questions and help me explain them carefully. But it was difficult for me to understand this topic at that time. You see, I don't understand. You encouraged me to express my doubts and explain them to me again in an easy-to-understand way. You also gave me a similar question to show you on the spot! When I left, you touched my head and said, "Welcome to ask questions often!" " Teacher, I learned later that you had a cold and a fever that day!
Thank you teacher! Thank you for nourishing our hearts; Thank you for teaching us knowledge; Thank you for teaching us how to be human. ...
At this parting moment, please let me say "thank you" to you again.
Thank you teacher!
I love my teacher's composition, which is 800 words.
Shuguang, the first male Chinese teacher I met, always thought it strange for male teachers to teach Chinese, because it showed that they were not good at science.
He always wears a short white shirt, a pair of trousers and a pair of blue glasses, and likes to comb his bangs behind his head. He gives the impression that he is very leisurely and walks leisurely. He gives the impression that there are four words, no passion and three words, and he is old-fashioned.
When I first started class, I thought I was busy studying and took a nap. He said what he said. I missed mine. Everyone should stay out of it. I often study his every movement and every detail with my deskmate.
Once, my deskmate gave me a sloped smile and showed me his coat. I looked at it and felt that he was relaxed. His coat pocket is translucent, and I see only the meal card in our school cafeteria. Later, every time he wore a white shirt, he could see only one meal card, which was safely put in his pocket. It can be said that a meal card has traveled all over the world. He always gives people the feeling that he is so cowardly that once he wears jeans without trousers, he is like a cowardly scholar who switched to playing electric motorcycles, which we all find hard to accept.
Perhaps because of being bullied, the efficiency of handing in homework in class is getting lower and lower. Finally, one day, he lost his temper in class, as terrible as thunder on a sunny day and the peace before a storm. A seemingly bullying teacher, when he is patient to the limit, generate's flame is enough to turn a grassland into a wasteland in an instant, so that we dare not treat him and his courses jokingly and appreciate the cuteness of this teacher again.
Dawn's handwriting is very good, just like Tao Yuanming, who lives in seclusion in the countryside and is indifferent to fame and fortune, but has the inside information of becoming a master. His writing on the blackboard is as hard as finishing his own work, sometimes exaggerated, sometimes ordinary, sometimes slow, sometimes long and slow, sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, and the patterns are endless.
Dawn often gives us a wonderful "drama". He said, "now let's talk about this man!" " I thought he would only read us a piece of information, but every time he can introduce this person like a torrent, he is still unfinished after class, as if he had lived with this person and had endless stories. When it comes to the rising place, he will point to the distance with both hands and feet, and talk endlessly, as if he is there, or he is the aggrieved master. When excited, it may be endless like running water, or it may suddenly stop thinking like a broken string. His expression is not rich. He pursed his mouth thoughtfully. This may be his longest movement, but he didn't spare his hands and feet. He is willing to use his body language to express his joy, excitement, sympathy or anger towards his master.
Dawn's dress is very simple, perhaps this is what Lao She said: truly beautiful people don't wear clothes or makeup. But his heart is so full of emotion, he will not deliberately hide his feelings, just like a critic has his own feelings about things around him, whether it is praise or irony, he will only say my thoughts.
He will never be satisfied with the knowledge he has now, nor will he just dabble in his Chinese major. He once read the English version of Walden Lake, and we also studied it. He can also speak Japanese. He once taught us the farewell sentence at the end of Xu Zhimo's For Japanese Girls-Shiana La. He said that the translation was very good, and then he spoke authentic Japanese, full of feelings.
Shuguang does what he wants to do, says what he wants to say, writes what he wants, and infects my study and life with his progress and persistence.
I love my teacher's composition 800 words high school 2 4.
I started writing for you, because all my words are for you.
At the end of August, the long summer finally ended, like a violin music that ended at a high speed, even the vibration of the strings quickly became silent and I couldn't wait to be at a loss. Is this a fear of unknown high schools?
Thank you, I met you, enough to smooth the trembling strings, class teacher, teacher Pan, Pan, please allow me to address you, because your name is so beautiful. Bright, bright, as thorough as your heart; Gorgeous, gorgeous, as beautiful as your heart
Maybe we always follow the inertia by accident. I'm afraid of high school life. From 6 am to 9 pm, a place more important than home, yes, I'm not used to it, but you can get to the classroom earlier than us and leave later. This gives me great comfort. I can take such a long day as a kind of enjoyment, enjoy the time with you, and enjoy the feeling of knowledge flowing slowly.
I like the free atmosphere and way of your class. You always say that you must lay a solid foundation of classical Chinese in your first year of high school. You always take every ancient Chinese and every word seriously, as if you were going to chew it up. We are like sponges without water, trying to absorb water for fear of missing something.
I like your cadence when you are reading. You will always devote yourself to reading every article. The voice is very thin, gentle and slow, and the stream flowing down from the mountain is fresh and tactfully.
I like your eloquent criticism when you are serious. You always say that you hate absent-minded students in class and don't like students who often don't take notes. To be honest, you are a little cute when you are serious.
I like the learning method you kindly gave us. "Everything is difficult at the beginning" I hope we can lay a good foundation from the beginning. Give us a big review once a week and string together all the bits and pieces of knowledge.
I've been with you for almost two months, and I have countless wonderful memories. We went through two exams together. No matter the ups and downs, you gave us more encouragement. You never regret or complain, even if you are tired. You run such a class group carefully and earnestly, so that everyone in it feels warm.
Walking in the foggy night, it is not cold, the moonlight is like water, the buildings that can be ignored, and the tranquility of the city is unparalleled. Lazy footprints on the street where the night melts, only the gentle starry sky is scattered.
Blowing the night breeze, think about it, I am really rich, because in the most beautiful years, I met the most beautiful you.
Pan, a beautiful surname, bright and bright, as thorough as your heart; Gorgeous, gorgeous as beautiful as your heart! This gives you such a beautiful person! How can I not love you!
I love my teacher's composition 800 words high school 2 5.
You are a stone that can ignite the fire of a star; You are a fire, lighting the lamp of hope; You are a lamp, illuminating the way forward. Thank you for holding up a sky for me.
"After a hundred flowers gather honey, you will be sweet for whoever you work hard for", and the picture of your serious work will always remain in your heart. Many times, when other teachers are playing mobile phones happily, you are silently correcting the homework of one mountain and one mountain, and the sweat on your palm drops on the floor, as if you can fill a pot. Even though the crickets cry outside, you still take pains to leave traces of your efforts in exercise books after exercise books. You are doing this for your beloved students! It is your high professionalism that makes me admire, respect and move! Without your highly dedicated work attitude, our class would not have achieved remarkable results!
"The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night." The romantic past always exudes charming fragrance. Once, you called me to my office and told me some difficult questions on the test paper. Please tell me the difficulty of this difficult problem first, and how to do the auxiliary line method to "solve the case". I need to do several similar problems to consolidate it.
At the beginning, I felt "Zhang Er monk, confused", as if my world would be destroyed by several problems. When you saw me frown, you didn't say that I was not suitable for math, but patiently said it again, adding the conditions for making auxiliary lines. I am suddenly enlightened, and you can continue to talk about the next few topics according to the previous ideas.
I don't know how long it took. When I thoroughly understood those questions and did a few similar questions, you smiled with relief. At this time, the lights bleached the walls. Before I left, you specifically told me not to give up easily when I met a problem next time. You should use these methods to clear the fog and find the final answer. You also told me to get into the habit of previewing and finish the rest in advance. I don't know what's going on, everything in front of me is so vague ... without your patience and meticulousness, I won't break through the bottleneck! Teacher, I love you!