The story of "two" big * * * is cruel.

Once upon a time, there was a man with a malicious surname and a big fart. How big is it? All organs grow in * * *, so * * is the head, and the head is also * * *.

* * * is the body, and the body is also * * *. Where's the leg? Don't just rely on two * * * legs. So it's big.

"3" The story of me and a female teacher

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Content preview: I have a love story with a female teacher. Author: Xu Page asks for leave ~ ~ ~ Update time 20 12-6-6 20:08:58 Words: 42 I'm busy recently, so I don't have time to update the code word. Sorry, please update it when you are free! ! ! ! In the first chapter, maybe I fell in love with the renewal time of female teachers, 2012-5-719: 06:18 words: 3847. Looking back 500 years ago, I let this life pass by. So how many good deeds did I do in my last life to meet you on such a beautiful and brilliant day? # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # I was just about to have a good impression on my mood when a pleasant mobile phone rang: "Suicide. Yes, it's painless. It's brought. In 2007, there were many changes ... "I was thinking that these two animals should not call me when the meal didn't come up at this time. Who is looking for me? When I took out my mobile phone from my trouser pocket, I saw the screen was black and no one called. And a cold woman's voice came from behind: "Hello. Hello. " ...... "I am." ...... "Teacher Liu, what can I do for you?" I wonder who is so predestined to use the same song with my mobile phone. I turned around and saw a slender woman, half a head shorter than me. The visual height should be about 1.7 meters. Wearing a pair of high heels, I added three or four centimeters for no reason. Because she answered the phone sideways, she could only see her expressionless half face, and it was clear at a glance to make a phone call, which made people feel extremely cold. It's cold from the side. How cold should the person facing her be? There should be an illusion of being in the North Pole. Just as I was thinking, another song appeared: "Suicide. Yes. Painless, it brought. In 2007. A lot. Often ...

The story of me and my teacher

On April 2, 20 1 years ago, a great fairy tale writer was born. He is Andersen. Later, this day was designated as World Children's Book Day by the United Nations. In September this year, the 30th IBBY World Congress will be held in Beijing for the first time, and the reading situation of children in China will become the focus of world attention.

What are our children reading today? What influence do these books have on them? What are the problems with children's reading? these

Thought-provoking.

Animation books are the most sought after.

A recent reading survey of primary school students in Shanghai shows that cartoon books are the most popular among all kinds of books suitable for children, and boys are the main force in cartoon reading. Finding happiness is the common nature of children. In 2005, after counting the borrowing records of children aged 6 to 14, anhui library found that the top three books in the borrowing list were comic books.

Excellent animation works are beneficial to children's intellectual development. However, if children are too immersed in animation, will the growth of thinking be lacking? Wang, president of Children's Publishing House, pointed out: "Images are the way for human beings to express their initial thinking. With the growth of children's age, it is difficult for children's mind and soul to enter a higher level if they do not actively transform from image reading to abstract text reading. Obsessed with animation, it is impossible to complete the knowledge accumulation and character cultivation when children transition to teenagers. "

The child's language is incomprehensible.

Not long ago, a mother in Changchun complained to the media that she didn't understand what 12-year-old son said. "I asked my son if he was eating at home?" The son replied: "I have porridge KPM, sauce purple, and I will go outside with my classmates later." "I asked him to recite English, and he said without looking up,' miserable green, I'll see another roast chicken, at least 8147.' I can't understand it with my eyes wide open. Here "porridge" means "like", "roast chicken" is the English homepage, and "8 147" means "don't be angry". Mother didn't understand, and her son laughed at her for being too old-fashioned.

For this reason, educators and parents are deeply disturbed. If this reading method is popular among children, it will make it difficult for children to express themselves accurately in language.

I don't know if reading is interesting.

Qin Wenjun, a writer of children's literature, gave an impressive speech. "After the speech, I left school. A child actually chased me all the way on a bicycle and burst into tears when he saw me. " The child cried and said, "Teacher Qin, I have been in high school, but no one told me that reading is so interesting since I was a child." The teacher always said: Don't read extra-curricular books, they are useless idle books, but read books that can improve your grades. "

According to a reading survey, 30% students answered "books recommended or forced by their parents recently" and filled in teaching AIDS and composition reference books.

Children's literature is not a puppy or a kitten.

Recently, the reporter found that many children in the third and fourth grades of primary school are reading the series Naughty Ma Xiaotiao. This book tells about the campus life of a naughty boy, Ma Xiaotiao. Some children can be familiar with the characters in the book, and some children also sigh: "If only there were a life like that in the book!"

Author Yang thinks, "Why do children like naughty Ma Xiaotiao so much? Because it is in line with the child's psychology, it can immediately attract children to enter the reading state from the beginning. The story itself is in knowledge and happiness, not in boring preaching. "

Qin Wenjun pointed out, "Children's literature is not a puppy or a kitten, nor is it a pastime. It's over after laughing. Behind the seemingly simple story is the support of thought and reason, which is the soul of children's literature. The highest state of children's literature is to impress people. It is like a candle, illuminating the child's heart. At present, compared with the world classic children's literature, China's original children's literature lacks something like soul. " (Jiefang Daily 3.3 1)

A word from a teacher will affect a child's life.

When I was in primary school, I had less homework. With our clever minds, it is not a problem to be the best student in the class. After entering junior high school, I inherited the fine tradition of primary school and only played without doing my homework. There was a lot of homework and English at that time. I also know that English is very important, but I just can't stop myself and go crazy outside after class. I got 56 points in the first English unit test. Let's have a look. It's broken. We should study hard. This will not work. Which class dropped 90 points before! Later, the score gradually increased to 890 points. But sometimes I can't finish the homework assigned by the teacher.

After entering the second grade, I changed my English teacher. The memory she left us was that she would scold. Once I checked dictation in class, I was lucky enough to be called to the blackboard by the teacher for dictation. It happened that I just browsed the words a few times and didn't memorize them deeply. I dictated ten words, but they were written in a similar way, and none of them were correct. She asked me to stand back in my seat and said, "You are not even as good as my son XXX!" " "Her son was just talking, and she just came to work after maternity leave. After listening to this sentence, my self-esteem was greatly hurt. I think, as a teenager, I am not as good as a child who just spoke. I must recite these words! So I just stood there (not that we didn't want to sit, the teacher wouldn't let me) and wrote those words on the desk with a pen. The teacher commented on the words we dictated on the podium, but I didn't listen at all. Because my heart is very angry, my hand is just scratching nervously and I haven't memorized the words yet. Maybe the teacher was angry when he saw my bear-like appearance. He rushed to me from the podium in three steps and two steps, grabbed my ballpoint pen and threw it in the corridor outside the classroom door, throwing my hat on the floor. This is the biggest courtesy I received when I was a student, and it has been lingering in my heart until now.

From then on, I was disgusted when I heard that I was going to take an English class, because I didn't want to take English, and I was afraid of English. When I meet that English teacher, my head always falls to my chest. I dare not look into her eyes in class, but I am more afraid of waking me up to answer questions. I'll make a detour when I meet her on campus. Naturally, my English is getting worse and worse, and my family is very anxious. I invited many relatives admitted to the university to give me counseling, but as soon as I learned English, my mind went blank and I couldn't listen to anything. I only got 6 1 in English in high school.

Because of my work, I often deal with my English teacher now Every time I meet him, even if I meet him several times a day, my heart is as bumpy and uncomfortable as Shuo Yang's bee stinging him, and I don't have the courage to say hello to her. Sometimes I will play jokes on the teacher in high spirits. As long as she comes, I will keep my mouth shut. I don't know if she remembers what happened between us. I also want to try to pretend as if nothing happened, but I can't. There is always an indelible plot in my heart.

There is a good metaphor that we should care for children's young hearts like dew on a shy rose.

A good teacher in my eyes

People say that teachers are engineers of the human soul. I once saw a famous saying of Grandpa * *: Whether a school can train qualified talents for socialist construction, and whether it can train educated workers with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physique and beauty and socialist consciousness depends on teachers. Yes, teacher, what a sacred profession; Teacher, what a great career. In my heart, there is a teacher I will never forget-Miss Wang.

Although Mr. Wang has only taught me for two years, his warning and smile seem to echo in my ears. I still remember that Mr. Wang often told us jokes in class to relax us; I still remember that in order to let us know more about the text, Mr. Wang did experiments in class; I still remember that Mr. Wang seriously reasoned with the students who made mistakes. I used to think that Chinese should be written and analyzed. I didn't like Chinese at first, but since I met Mr. Wang, I gradually feel that Chinese is not as difficult as I thought, and I began to like Chinese. All this makes me unforgettable. But there is one thing I still remember. That time, I failed the math exam. The math teacher not only criticized me in class, but also called me to the office for a lecture after class. This is another heavy blow to my "injured" mind. I can't listen to it anymore. Teacher Wang saw all this. He called me to the office, sat me down and asked me what had happened. I told Mr. Wang in detail. He patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said, "It's normal to make mistakes. Teacher Wang was many times worse than you in the exam when he was a child. Remember: failure is the mother of success. You didn't do well in this exam. As long as you don't make the same mistake again in the next exam, the teacher believes you can do it. " When I said these words, my eyes filled with tears. I secretly recorded these words in my mind. I was particularly careful in the next exam. Finally, I won the first place in the class with Toshiyoshi Duomo, which is all due to Mr. Wang.

A good teacher in my heart and a good friend in my eyes, Miss Wang, I will never forget you!

Sitting in the scattered light, having tea with some friends. I don't know who it is, but I said the most touching sentence I have ever met.

Chen said that his home was far from school when he was a child. He gets up early every day and goes to school in a hurry. Sometimes, if you oversleep, you will often be late. The head teacher has a rule that those who are late must stand outside the classroom until the morning self-study is over. When I was in the fourth grade, I changed my head teacher. He thinks he should leave a good impression on the new class teacher.

But it happened to rain heavily that day. When he arrived at school, he was late again. The head teacher said, "It's still the usual practice, but it only represents 10 minutes." He stood outside the classroom in grievance. The head teacher said, "Why are you late?" He said the road was flooded. The head teacher touched his head and said apologetically, "Come into the classroom, the teacher is wrong about you." Since then, this three-year penalty rule has been cancelled.

Lin took Chen's topic and said that it was also the teacher who left memories for himself. He is afraid of writing a composition. As soon as the teacher assigned homework, he was in a hurry. Once, the teacher assigned an essay "Happy Holidays", but he couldn't write it. So he found a composition book and copied one on it. After the composition was handed in, the teacher didn't find it and gave it a high score. When the teacher read the composition aloud in front of his classmates, a classmate in the class suddenly stood up and said, "This composition was copied from the composition book." The teacher stayed there, his face flushed. The teacher said, "Yes, Lin has explained in his composition that copying composition is also a kind of learning." After that, the teacher looked at him meaningfully.

After listening to Lin's story, everyone sighed: "This is really a good teacher."

I also told a story about a teacher. Finally, it's Jiang's turn. Jiang has been smoking. I said to Jiang, "Tell me, which sentence in your life is the most touching."

Jiang said: "Since everyone says teachers, I will also say one about teachers." Three years ago, a classmate suddenly told me that Mr. Wang was hospitalized with cancer. Teacher Wang taught me in junior high school. I have never had time to visit him because I am busy with my work. One day in late autumn, I received a phone call from my classmate, saying that Mr. Wang asked me to go anyway. I don't know why Mr. Wang wants me to go, because I don't have much contact with Mr. Wang I went to the hospital and said my name. Miss Wang's eyes can't see clearly because of the spread of cancer cells. He struggled to hold my hand and said feebly, "I'm sorry, Jiang. The teacher is wrong about you. You didn't take the football ... "I just stood there, but I can't remember it anyway.

After Mr. Wang died, he went to the funeral and chatted with a classmate. The classmate said, "Twenty years ago, there was a man with the same name as you in Class Two. After listening to it, I suddenly realized. Later, I managed to find that man, who is the father of two children and works in a sand and gravel factory. The man listened to Mr. Wang's last words and said, "Mr. Wang, how can you remember what happened in those years?" I completely forgot! " At some point, the man began to cry.

After Jiang finished, he put out his cigarette and said, "I cried that day, too."

Wu's composition "The Story of Me and My Teacher" (400)

The story of me and my teacher.

My Chinese teacher, surnamed Liang, is a little tall, but very clever. Be careful in class and never be careless.

He is rich in knowledge and has won many composition awards.

Teacher Liang, you should talk a lot about this text in class. For example, in the fifth lesson, the teacher told us that this text told us that the author expressed his dislike for mosquitoes, and then the toad swallowed two mosquitoes together. Then the teacher of the second lesson "Go One Step, Go One Step" told us that everyone has setbacks, but don't doubt your ability because of temporary setbacks, and then form a kind of pressure. I want to say: when you encounter difficulties, please remember one sentence-there is no eternal difficulty, and there is no insurmountable difficulty, just the length of time. Compared with life, difficulty is just a pigment, a pigment that adds color to life. When you are in trouble, don't run away from the problem, and don't drown your sorrows in wine. There is a saying: "If you drown your worries with wine, you will add to your worries!" As long as you have confidence in yourself, nothing will stop you.

Thank you teacher! You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Like a silkworm, you give yourself and decorate others. Like chalk, you sacrificed yourself and left behind knowledge; You are more like a navigation light, guiding us forward in the ocean of knowledge. ...

I want to thank Mr. Liang, who has taught us a lot of knowledge. You have worked hard!

Lu asks for a big story.

The network is wrong.

The story of me and my teacher.

Me and my teacher.

The spring breeze once again swept the yellow leaves and covered the earth with a green quilt.

Time passes quietly without knowing it. In a blink of an eye, I have grown from an ignorant child to a graduate who is about to meet the graduation exam. The childish scene when I first entered the campus seems to remain on the last page of my memory. I am quietly sprouting and growing. Six years is like a fleeting moment. Today, I am no longer naive and confused. It is my head teacher, Mr. Jia Qiujing, who opened the door of light for me.

She played a vital role in my growing up. There is one thing I will never forget.

I remember it was the second half of grade three. At that time, I had just become the monitor, and it was inevitable that I had some pride. Coupled with the eagerness to make some achievements, I unconsciously put down my study. Devote oneself to the work in the class. At that time, my grades fell to a "low point", although it was still more than 90 points, but compared with before, it was inferior. At that time, Teacher Jia did not criticize me, but simply said to me, "As a student, my main task is to study. Group work is very important, but I hope you can do it well. I believe you can do it. " A few earnest words suddenly broke through the most vulnerable line of defense in my heart, and tears filled my eyes, but I held back. As it turns out, I succeeded! My grades have not been in the top five since the fourth grade; I also got an excellent score of 100 in this midterm math exam. And the person who gives me support and encouragement silently behind my back is the hard gardener-my class teacher.

Now, Teacher Jia is like my friend. She often asks me some short things about my parents. No matter how strict she is in class, at least she is always kind to me after class. Maybe she does this to every student, but she touched me with her concern and made me have a special feeling for her.

Like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, like a warm stove in winter. This kind of sincere care is not as broad as maternal love, nor as grand as fatherly love, but it is enough to heal the trauma of your heart. She is the most ordinary teacher, and there is no achievement of "peaches and plums all over the world", but let us sincerely respect her, praise her and admire her. With the intersection of one eye, the most beautiful "teacher-student relationship" is formed.

I am willing to present my humble works and write my highest respect to you with my most tender brushwork!

The story of me and my teacher, 800 words.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

I will never forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the Big Dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me pure dreams and gave me strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the sea of knowledge, holding a spring in your hand, and sweating all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart and a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Don't look back, string up the footsteps of Spring and Autumn. My life moves on in your expectant eyes. ...

Teacher, I want to tell you ...

I was a little surprised when you first came to our class two years ago. You are so young, how can you replace Mr. Wang who has more teaching experience than you? Can we learn knowledge well and improve our grades in these important two years of primary school? I wasn't the only one who thought so at that time. Everyone in my class thought so. We all walked into the fourth grade classroom with such a question mark.

When you gave us the first Chinese lesson, the sentence "Hello, classmates" and the 90-degree bow were deeply imprinted in our minds. From that moment on, we have a good impression on you. We answer the sentence "Hello, teacher" with expectation and respect for you. Perhaps it is your humorous class that makes us deeply fall in love with you and our big friend, our Chinese teacher.

After you came to our class, not only did you let us learn the knowledge in the textbook well, but you also often sacrificed your own time to learn more and practice writing. You corrected all the compositions we handed in carefully and responsibly, and wrote different comments for each of us. It is because of these comments that we understand the defects in the composition and correct them more quickly. Our skills to improve our writing skills are among them.

Your contribution to us has finally paid off. We won the second place in the whole school composition competition. Now, our class is famous for its good composition. All this is due to your contribution. You have lived up to our expectations. In the days when you taught us, our Chinese scores gradually improved and our composition level was higher than that of our peers. We are all proud to have a teacher like you.

These two years, you are like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have been protecting us with open arms, at the same time, you have also taught us a wealth of knowledge, so that we can thrive. Accompanied by you, we have grown up and become big brothers and sisters in the school. We are about to leave this place where we have lived and studied for six years and step into another new school to start a new study and life.

Before I leave this school, I want to say "hello teacher" to you again, so that the teacher-student relationship will remain in our hearts forever as it was at the beginning.

"Good teacher ..."

Nine is a story between my teacher and me.

The story of me and He Laoshi.

What is the most sacred duty? Is it a doctor? Scientists? Or a star ... I don't know if you have heard this story: once upon a time, there was a king who specially made a supreme medal and awarded it to a person who made the greatest contribution. After the news came out, his ministers, generals and famous domestic scientists, writers and actors all hoped to win this award. But the king gave it to a primary school teacher. Because scientists, doctors and kings are all educated by teachers. Think of the source of drinking water, and don't forget your roots! I think you must have found the answer like me now.

Some people say that when a person leaves, everything he owns disappears with his departure. Is it true?/You don't say. Although she has left us for three years and laughed and cried with her before, those days seem close at hand and so clear. Because she always takes less from students and pays more.

She is my primary school teacher-He Laoshi. A medium height, slightly emaciated, with short free and easy hair, several wrinkles have crept onto her face. She dresses simply and always likes to wear that blue plaid coat, but she is neat and generous. I saw the word simple in her.

Some people say that teachers are like gardeners; Some people say that teachers are like candles; But I think she is more like a piece of chalk. She shortened her body and paved the way for our study. She always works silently on the blackboard, sowing the seeds of knowledge for us.

I remember that it was my first composition class in the second day of junior high school, because I didn't attend preschool and didn't even know what composition was. After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is to turn beautiful sentences into paragraphs. This is simple to say, but not so easy to do. I can't even make sentences at ordinary times, so it's even harder for me to write jokes. I was prostrated on the table and couldn't help crying. "ah! I really like it! " "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, I was awakened by my classmate's voice and looked up, ah! The teacher drew a big cock on the blackboard, which is lifelike and particularly beautiful. The teacher said, "Students, who can describe this big cock?" The students all raised their hands with great enthusiasm. I couldn't help shrinking because I was too timid to speak. "Cao Qin, tell me!" The teacher pointed at me and said. I stood up awkwardly, fiddling with the corners of my clothes, and it took me a long time to come up with a few words and stammer them out. Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, the teacher led the whole class to applaud me and said that I spoke very well. Then the teacher wrote the words "My Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this is the topic of today's composition. As soon as I got to the composition book, I began to write. I don't know why. Beautiful sentences pop out of my mind one by one, and the blue pen jumps on the grid paper. After the training of this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. I will always remember He Laoshi's good intentions!

In fact, there are many good teachers like her who work hard for their students day after day and year after year. I don't know how much sweat we have shed and how many wrinkles we have added. Until the snow on the temple, they took a meager salary and let the students step on their shoulders to the podium, but they had no regrets. They have made extraordinary achievements in ordinary posts.

Birds should sing the spring breeze, flowers should sing the sun, and I should praise the glorious people's education.