Teacher Fu is my first Chinese teacher since junior high school.

I remember when I first entered the school, I saw a tall teacher under the door. I didn't know what she was teaching at that time. I shouted a report and entered this strange class. I saw many strangers, which made me feel very lonely. However, when I was sitting in my seat and listening to Teacher Fu explain to us, seeing her gentle eyes made me feel unusually warm, as if a piece of ice in my heart had been "melted" by her.

Gradually I "like" her, because she always brings me warmth and is like a stove in my heart.

Teacher Fu is wearing a pair of glasses. What she appreciates most is her long black hair hanging over her shoulders, which looks particularly good. We gradually got to know her, and I also got to know her teaching methods and personality. In fact, Fu sometimes looks serious with a straight face, but she is not a strict person.

Once, Mr. Fu called me to him and asked me to recite an ancient poem. I was not very sure at that time. I'm so nervous that I'm afraid of making mistakes. After I finished writing, I checked and found nothing wrong. It was because of my carelessness that when Fu examined me, she found that my author had written something wrong. She circled it with a red pen. She came up to me and told me that the contents of your ancient poems were all right. It's just that the author made a mistake. I reached out and paid the teacher to hit me with that stick. I almost cried in pain, but I didn't cry because I knew the teacher was very kind to me. Who will let me fail?

Class is over, this class is interval practice, and the teacher asked us to go out and line up. I covered my hand with the hand I was beaten for the first time and went out. On the way, I secretly looked at my hand. I saw a piece of red, probably swollen! Several of my companions were beaten, and we didn't blame the teacher. They all say they don't live up to expectations.

From this time on, we learned our lesson. When the teacher asked me to write ancient poems silently for the second time, none of them were wrong, and so were other students. Fu is also very happy to see it, which is completely different from the last time when we were all wrong. We are also very happy when the teacher praises us.

Yes, we are like Fu's children. We are making progress every day, and she always smiles.

Teacher, I understand your hard work. You worry about us every day, and you have a few white hairs on your head. Teacher, you are my second mother.

Chinese teacher, you have worked hard. You will always be my second mother!

My Chinese teacher wrote 600 words (2)

A kind face, big watery eyes and long black hair. She is so gentle and amiable! And it's serious. This is my most respected Chinese teacher, Miss Li.

Miss Li is always so amiable and strict with us. So all our classmates respect and love her very much.

I remember one time, I was very inattentive in math class, and the teacher asked me a question. I don't know. My deskmate pulled my sleeve and whispered, "The teacher is calling you!" " "I stupidly stood up. I don't know anything. At this time, the teacher was very angry, and Chen broke the heavy situation at this time-she stood up and answered the teacher's question completely. The teacher told us both to sit down. Then I continued my speech. As soon as I sat down, I cried with regret and shame. ...

Like an arrow, the scandal soon reached the ears of Miss Li. Miss Li asked me to go to the office at once. I walked into the office door in fear. Miss Li said to me seriously, "Jesson Wang, as a monitor, you should set a good example! Let a classmate study! Isn't it? ! But think about yourself-I don't concentrate in class, I don't want to hand in my homework, and my writing level has dropped! Is this a good example you promised me? "

I bowed my head in shame and cried, "I'm sorry, Miss Li, I shouldn't have done this!" " ! I promise you, this will never happen again! "

Seeing that I can correct my mistake, Miss Li said, "All right! But do it well!

I said confidently, "Miss Li, I will do well! I will not live up to your heart! "

After that, Miss Li let me go.

After a few weeks, my academic performance improved obviously! Because after listening to teacher Li, it became very hard! And much better than before!

Miss Li, you are a diligent gardener, silently cultivating the flowers of the motherland-us. You are tireless in teaching people, and peaches and plums are fragrant.

My Chinese teacher wrote 600 words (3)

My Chinese teacher-an ordinary person. But she has an extraordinary heart. Perhaps, in everyone's mind, "teacher" is just an ordinary job, but it has a great spirit!

My Chinese teacher is surnamed Zhang. She has been with us for a year. What impressed me most was her excellent eloquence and equal and tolerant heart.

Teacher Zhang not only teaches us Chinese, but also teaches us to be human. In our hearts, she is not only my Chinese teacher, but also my role model. In the past, I was nervous when I spoke on the stage. Later, in middle school, Mr. Zhang gave us a chance to tell stories before each class to exercise our ability. However, I prefer the teacher's summary after each idiom. At that time, I really admired my teacher. Every time we can think of a story, it is closely related to our life and study. From time to time mixed with some famous sayings, ancient poems and songs, plus her cadence. This is really a beautiful enjoyment. Gradually, my oral English has also improved.

My Chinese has always been excellent, so I have neglected Chinese a little. Just last Friday, I made a self-righteous mistake-doing less homework. As you can imagine, I was called to the office at noon on Monday, and the teacher criticized and educated me. This is the first time that I was called to the office by the Chinese teacher before I finished my homework. Of course, I am very unhappy. Coupled with the teacher's sarcastic reprimand, I was even more dissatisfied: didn't I forget to write it just now? I don't mean it! Later, the teacher gave me a pen and asked me to finish it in the office. In the process of writing homework, my heart is very complicated. In fact, the teacher could have asked the representative to ask me to fill these questions. She didn't do this, but "personally" and didn't "accommodate" because I was a class committee. I gradually figured it out. In fact, the teacher loves me and cares about me. All students are equal and never take sides with anyone. We can't live up to the teacher's painstaking efforts. Everything she did was for us. Let's become talents and grow! ( m.taiks.com )

The time with the teacher is limited, but the love she gives us is infinite. I want to accept infinite love in this limited time and become an excellent person!

This is my Chinese teacher!