There are three math teachers in my primary school, and now Teacher Luo is teaching me.
Teacher Luo is quite tall. Her hair is light yellow with some curly hair at the back. She has big eyes, her nose is neither flat nor upturned, and her mouth is neither too big nor too small. Teacher Luo usually wears earrings. Because Miss Luo is beautiful, she can wear anything and fashionable clothes.
Teacher Luo is still very young, but she is particularly responsible for us. There are always mistakes in doing problems in our class. Because there is not enough time, we can't explain them in class. But the teacher will ask those students who make mistakes to stay after school, and then explain patiently until they understand. Some of those students will complain that they left themselves too late. Don't they know that teachers stay at school, too? Isn't this a waste of teachers' time? The teacher will explain it to you because he cares about you, doesn't he?
Once, when we finished our homework at school, Mr. Luo walked to see how our homework was done. If someone can't, he or she will tell him or her. The classroom is quiet, and what I am doing is almost finished. I didn't expect a trip to come halfway-I couldn't do a topic, so I racked my brains to think that more than half of the manuscript was listed, but I still couldn't do it. Just as I was thinking hard, Teacher Luo came over and asked softly, "What's the matter? Is there a problem you can't do? " I nodded, so she moved the book over there. After reading the topic, she picked up the pen, opened the draft book, gently crossed the topic and told me gently. After that, I was enlightened, and my thoughts were like a turned-on faucet, which was out of control. After the topic was finished, Teacher Luo looked at my formula and said, "Do you understand now?" I nodded, and she went to check the homework of other students. ...
Teacher Luo is like this, being serious and responsible for his students. The figure she bent down to explain will be branded in my heart forever.
My mother is the most common traditional woman. She loves her husband like every wife, her children like every mother, and her family like every housewife.
Let's start from childhood. When we were very young, we lived in my grandmother's house in the countryside. My father teaches in a school in the town and doesn't come back often. My mother cuts firewood and cultivates the land every day to take care of the whole family.
I got pneumonia more than three months ago. After I was diagnosed in the village hospital, I refused to see a doctor, saying that it was hopeless and asked my mother to take me away. My mother carried me back to my grandmother's house, and I was in a coma with a high fever. Grandma said it was unlucky for the child to die at home, so she asked my mother to carry me out, and my mother hugged me and cried. The central people went to my father, and then took me to an aunt who was practicing medicine in the village. According to my mother, my aunt burned a dozen places on me with a piece of hemp rope that burned sparks. I can't remember the details, but I feel a bit like the master acupuncturist in martial arts novels. My aunt told my mother that if I woke up in pain and cried, I would be saved.
My aunt shook her head while scalding, because I was in a coma and didn't say a word, while my mother was crying. Finally, I suddenly cried with a wow. Menstruation beamed, saying that there was still salvation, pointing to my mother to give me medicine and subcutaneous injection. My mother, a person who graduated from primary school and didn't go to middle school, just learned to inject for a few days, and my life was picked up by my mother. When I heard this, I smiled proudly: Mom, you really didn't work in vain. Look how smart and beautiful I am now. My mother glared at me, and her eyes were as full of joy as mine.
At the age of six, we moved to the county with my father. My father is in the Education Bureau, and my mother is assigned to do odd jobs in the county middle school. During that time, my father was always on a business trip, and my mother took care of our three brothers and sisters alone. I went to primary school at the age of six, but I didn't learn anything. I just learned to care about my appearance with the little girls at school. I have to ask my mother to comb my hair neatly. My mother has to get up at five o'clock in the morning to make breakfast for the students, and I don't go to school until eight o'clock. My mother got up and pulled me up and put on my clothes, so I fell asleep on my stomach. You see how much I paid for vanity when I was a child.
Of course, it's not just vanity that tortures my mother. At that time, I especially liked being a mother's tail. As long as I have nothing to do, I will follow my mother to see her busy, and my mother is happy to take me. During the holiday, the county middle school is going to build a new teaching building. My mother was arranged to go to the brick factory at the other end of the county to pull bricks, using a two-wheeled wooden cart. From morning to afternoon, my mother pulls the car from one end of the county to the other. I've been sitting in the car and following my mother back and forth. In the car, I told my mother happily that it was fun, but I didn't know that the sweat on my mother's forehead kept flowing down her fluffy hair and dripping down her chin to the ground. One, two and three ... because of me.
I learned to talk back to my mother when I was a teenager. Once I can't remember why I was anxious about my mother. My mother said, don't call me mom in the future. I said it loudly, just say it. What do you mean by that? Don't scream, don't scream. After that, I began to hold my breath and didn't say anything to my mother, thinking that you told me not to scream, not that I wanted to scream. Don't call home, don't call, hands and feet are more agile than usual, wash clothes, wash dishes and cook for help, just don't call. Mom ignored me, too.
More than a week passed and my father came back from a business trip. That night, he asked me what was wrong. He said my mother was crying, and the third sister refused to call her mother. I said I just wanted to tell her that quarreling is quarreling. Why did my family say so much?
However, my mother cried, and I felt uncomfortable. Then it's over. My mother and I have made up again, and it is common to talk back. However, mother is still mother, and daughter is still daughter. My mother is as stubborn as a child. I can say whatever I want. As for me, I have always been as stubborn as my mother.
Last year, my brother called me one day and asked me if I had called home. He said my mother was ill and couldn't find it in the hospital. Her father took her to other big hospitals in other cities, and she didn't find out what was wrong. My mother is very worried, her mental state is very poor, and she always feels that she can't do it. I was shocked. My mother has been in poor health since middle age. I know she catches cold easily. She caught cold again and again, but she never got any serious illness. I quickly made a phone call home, and my mother answered the phone. I asked her how she was, and she felt uncomfortable when she said it. Her abdomen has been hurting, and she can't find it in any hospital.
I comforted my mother that I didn't find it a good thing. If you use the elimination method, you are not ill. Many diseases are neurological. Just don't dwell on them. Mom is still worried. I said, mom, you can't do this. Be in a better mood and everything will be fine. How can I trust you like this? Well, I will call home in a few days. If I hear from my father that you are still so sad, I will quit my job at once and go home with you. At least I can see you happy when I am at home. My mother became very worried after listening to my words. She knows that losing her job is as simple as losing a skirt. She said eagerly, no. I say you think again, my plane ticket home will cost more than 1000 yuan. Do you think I should keep the money and send it to you for medical treatment first or go home and we will be laid off together? My mother thought about it and gave me a good answer.
When I hung up, I suddenly felt sad. Mother began to rely on her daughter, because her daughter grew up and her mother was old. If possible, I would rather go back to the time when I cried and asked my mother to buy me five-cent pancakes. I cried all the way before my mother finally agreed. If possible, I will pray that God will turn all my mother's white hair black and that the sun will shine on my mother's head every day.
If these are difficult to achieve, then I can do one more thing. I will let my mother see my composition and let her know that my daughter loves her forever.
Unforgettable first teacher I often miss my first teacher with deep gratitude. It was she who taught me knowledge and made me take the first step in my life. It is she who sowed beautiful seeds in my immature mind and taught me to be diligent and eager to learn, love my motherland and be an honest person. Light is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, several years have slipped away from me quietly, but I still can't forget my first teacher. When I was less than seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. Our first teacher is amiable, so many students like her very much. Whenever class is over, she talks to us; In class, she seems to be a different person and is very strict with us. Once, I was sad because I couldn't buy a fairy tale book. At this moment, the teacher suddenly asked us to copy new words. My usual handwriting is very beautiful, and I am often selected by the teacher and posted on the writing column of the learning garden. But this time, I finished it listlessly, handed it in, and just sat in a daze. After a while, a classmate said to me, Wen Zi, the teacher wants you to go to her office. "I suddenly surprised, the in the mind try so hard, don't know what it's like. I walked into the teacher's office with my head down. Did the teacher tell me that your hand was hurt? "No? Then how did you write such a sentence? "I ... I ..." I can't go on, because I have no reason. Writing is the basic skill of learning. If you write well, you will have confidence in your study. With self-confidence, we can improve our academic performance. "I stole a look at the teacher, and her expression became serious. I immediately looked down and blushed. After that, under the guidance of the teacher, I wrote harder and my handwriting became better and better. My first teacher not only taught me how to write well and learn books well, but also taught me a lot about being a man. At that time, I was very playful. Even on my way to school, it took me a while to get to school. Once, I passed the park on my way to school and went in to play. I was late for school because I forgot the time. The teacher called me over and my heart began to pound, thinking that I might be criticized again. Moon Jae in, are you doing anything today? You are seldom late. Come, tell the teacher. "I can't believe the teacher is so kind. I ... I ... "Seeing that I dare not admit it, the teacher stroked my head and said earnestly, Wen Zi, we should form the habit of not telling lies from childhood and be honest children. When we grow up, we can make people trust you and do things more practically. " The teacher's words made me deeply educated and still fresh in my memory. I admitted my mistake to my teacher. Since then, I have never been late, nor have I played on my way to school or after school. The first teacher not only planted a beautiful seed in my heart, but also cultivated it into a thriving seedling.
my idea of a good teacher
A good teacher in my mind is selfless. She taught me knowledge and told us everything she knew.
My idea of a good teacher is amiable. Her bright smile is permeated with the brilliance of spring, and gentle words are transmitted in our hearts.
A good teacher in my mind is a serious and responsible teacher. She always completes the task meticulously, and she always gets to the bottom of everything.
A good teacher in my mind cares about us and loves us. If she sees a classmate fall, she will immediately pick him up and be caring and attentive; If she sees that her classmates are depressed, she will cheer her up at once.
A good teacher in my mind will not reprimand loudly when he sees his classmates talking in class, but remind him with stern eyes; A good teacher in my mind won't scold a classmate when he accidentally makes a mistake, but tell him to be careful in the future in a friendly voice.
This good teacher, like fresh green, always brings us new happiness; This good teacher, like warm yellow, always warms our hearts ... She has rainbow-like colors and appears in her life. There is a new classmate in the class, she is warm red; When she takes us to activities, she is vibrant orange; Students have difficulties at home, she is warm powder; When she is spreading knowledge updates, she is as deep as the sea and as wide. ...
Although the teacher is very tired at work, she still faces it with a smile. Although the teacher's work is very annoying, she still cares about her classmates.
I love my teacher.
She is the amiable and respectable teacher Shen.