The first volume of the fourth grade composition 1 six years passed in a hurry, and unforgettable pupils lived. What happened between teachers and students in those years has touched me deeply so far.
I think of myself in the sixth grade, my teacher at that time, and a past that benefited a lot. I remember once in a math class, Mr. Zhang issued a test paper to test our classroom knowledge, hoping to give us a sudden attack and test our true "strength." However, just after receiving the test paper, the familiar voice of the class teacher rang out at the door, "Go downstairs and move the book!" When I finished this meaningless exercise and panted back to my seat, what I saw was the busyness of my classmates and the blank "paper" on the table. They seem to be laughing at my clean papers. "Do it quickly, or you will miss it." I think. So, I quickly moved the nib, and the "shua shua" sound of the nib instantly sounded in my ear.
It's good to be fast, but to ensure efficiency, I'm average. When handwriting slides quickly from one question to another, it doesn't consider the answers it has written. After a while, I looked up and took a deep breath. "There are only two questions left." Just as I was about to continue to bury myself in my work, Teacher Zhang came slowly. He stood behind me, which made me shudder. Although I can't see him, I know the teacher is reading my paper. I know that any small mistake will be found by the teacher. Suddenly, a sharp pain touched my nerves, followed by "bang!" "Two crunchy-took two shots on my neck. The whole class cast curious eyes, but the eyes cast by the teacher were unusually sharp, which made me "creepy". Without saying anything, the teacher patted me on the back and casually pointed to the final answer to a question. I found the problem, and the calculation error that is absolutely not allowed scared me. I corrected it, endured the faint pain in my neck and looked at the teacher, who was also looking at me. His expression seemed to freeze, his hands crossed on his chest, and he walked backwards in the direction of the lecture table, but his eyes flashed firmly without any change. ...
I lowered my head and continued to do the problem, and the speed of doing it slowed down. When I finished writing the paper, I suddenly realized that the teacher's slap was not only because I made a mistake, but also because the teacher told me an eternal truth in another way-haste makes waste. If you want to do something successfully, what is the fastest way to do it?
The ancients said, "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night."
Teachers are like a bright lamp, illuminating our way forward; Teachers are like ferries, leading us to the other side of success; Teachers are like spring rain, spreading knowledge in our hearts.
There are many unforgettable things in the relationship between teachers and students, and there are always endless words. The deep affection between teachers and students will be remembered by us forever.
Chapter 5: Harmony between teachers and students is a necessity for students to become talents, so it is still important. This happened today.
The girl just stepped into the school gate when she was suddenly pointed at by her classmates and whispered to each other. Occasionally, the harsh voice of the "thief" stung her heart. At this time, an idea was born: goodbye to a faceless person. At this time, the head teacher of the girls' class came face to face. The girl couldn't help crying in the teacher's arms, but she didn't say a word. Teacher Liu patted her on the shoulder and said, "I totally understand your feelings. People don't make mistakes, just like walking. Isn't it good to climb straight after falling? " "Come on, let's go to class?" She bowed her head in shame and returned to her seat in the classroom, but she dared not raise her head again. "I'll tell my classmates a story." Teacher Liu said, "More than ten years ago, a child went to the farmhouse garden to pick two cucumbers, was caught and sent to school. Since then, she has been the number one thief, and she will leave her familiar school teachers and classmates. Until now, she still has that indelible shadow in her heart! She is me, your head teacher: "The classroom is unusually quiet, only the voice of Teacher Liu is echoing. Anyone who hasn't made a mistake should stretch out his hand to help him instead of attacking him with harsh words! "There is an old saying in China that the prodigal son never changes his gold ..." Teacher Liu told the story of turning over a new leaf at the beginning of the week and the faults of some great men in the world. Now the little girl still remembers teacher Liu's quip to Guo Moruo, a teenager: "I don't know who stole the peach and drilled the dog hole yesterday." I must have been there when he climbed the Bukan Palace in Guangxi. "
No matter how brave a person is, sometimes he will despair.
No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak.
No matter how confident a person is, there are times when he is depressed.
When your weak legs straddle the threshold of success and failure; When you tread lightly on the deserted river and Tianjin post station; When your efforts turn into midnight scenery, when your bleeding heart begins to fall into the abyss of confusion.
Who rolled up your broken heart! It's the teacher.
At home and on campus, teachers not only promote us to become talents, but also teach us how to be human and the meaning of life.
Harmony between teachers and students is beautiful and lovely, full and cordial, and brilliant.
Teachers and students love my Chinese teacher is Zhang Naicong, a special teacher. At first, she gave me a serious impression, but one thing completely changed my view of her.
It was a cold winter. Teacher Zhang chose me to take part in the composition competition and spent a lot of time tutoring me. However, the day after the game, I looked at the list, but my name was not there. I was stunned. I dare not face teacher Zhang, or even look her in the eye. I think I'm really useless. I failed to live up to teacher Zhang's earnest hope for me, and I will be scolded by her again. I can't help shuddering at the thought. At this moment, Teacher Zhang came over and patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to go to the office with her. I feel uncomfortable when I walk into the office, and I don't know how to put my hands and feet. Teacher Zhang saw that I was so busy and said, "I'm not criticizing you. Why are you so nervous? " At that time, I stopped for a while and thought, "What do you want me to do if you don't criticize me?" At this time, my mind seemed to be seen through by her. She said kindly, "No matter how good a person is, he can't succeed forever, but if you want to stand up miraculously after a temporary failure, you must learn to bear what you should bear in those years, because you are you and no one can replace you." I heard the fog, so I whispered to Teacher Zhang, "Can you explain it to me?" Teacher Zhang readily agreed. She said, "I can stand cohesion, temper my will, be strong in character and be successful. People are expensive in taking responsibility, and taking responsibility is a rare quality. When desire comes, tolerance makes people insist on that indifference and tranquility; When encountering misfortune, suffering makes people persist in that optimism and tenacity. Since we all have a heart unwilling to be lonely, since we have chosen a road of struggle, then we should have enough courage and strength to drink this sea of suffering and bear this mountain of difficulties. After crossing the sea of Qian Shan, there will be a gold coast under your feet and a brilliant rainbow above your head. The so-called' sunshine is always after the storm, please believe there is a rainbow'. " After listening to teacher Zhang, I feel not so cold, but warm. Teacher Zhang is not so serious, but a gentle and lovely old man. I think there is a warm current under the glacier. I really want to put my arm around her neck and call her "grandma!" "
From that moment on, I will always remember Teacher Zhang's love for me. I want to bear seeds in the thorns of my life journey and make my tree of life more beautiful. May the warm current under the glacier slowly turn into spring water and gradually flow eastward. ...
Chapter 7: The leaves of teachers and students fall because of the wind, which may be destiny takes a hand. Life is always like this, when you can't get what you want, you can cherish what you have. If people are tempered, it may seem to you that God is unfair to you, then I can tell you that you are absolutely lucky! You have passed the test of life and gained experience that money can't buy.
I am a student and have spent a quarter of my life at school. Have you ever wondered why you spend so much time studying? In the final analysis, it is to make yourself better, more exciting and more fulfilling.
My grades have not been very good, and it is inevitable that I will often be criticized by my teachers. I have no hatred at all. May 4th is an unforgettable day for me. After a storm, I was called to the classroom to stand as punishment. In this hour, I thought a lot and understood a lot. I was thinking, I didn't play the role of a good student. What's the fun? You can't regret what you have done. After graduation, I am about to enter the high school hall, and the teachers are becoming more and more? We all find him annoying, but it makes sense to think about it carefully. He often says earnestly, "Wan Li Great Wall is only one last step away, can't it cross?" ? It's not surprising, but I quite agree.
He is one of my favorite teachers and a soul engineer. People are born, how can they not be confused? If you are confused and don't learn from the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. Love is longing.
I often look up at the sky and the stars. Small as it is, it has infinite light. It's my indicator light when I'm confused. I think it's small because I see it from a distance. In a deeper sense: it gave me a bad first impression, but I later found that it would shine. ...
Teachers are the time we spend with us, perhaps more than we spend with our parents!
Xiao Jie, Da Lian Middle School, Zhangcha Town, Shiwan District, Foshan City, Chancheng District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province
Comments: This article describes the emotion between teachers and students, and it is also a very important part of students' emotional world at present. The composition of this theme is not afraid of small angles, and the most important thing is to write true feelings. In fact, the smaller things can reflect this sincere emotion.
In terms of expression, the author should strengthen his ability to write stories and express the stories between himself and his teachers more clearly. Judging from the grasp of emotion, the author's emotional depth is not enough, which is limited by the expression of the story on the one hand and the understanding of emotion on the other.
It is suggested that the author should have strong expressive ability and grasp the mood in future study.
Chapter 8: Mr. Xiong has taught our teachers and students composition for two semesters. He often helps us to carefully correct our late compositions and also helps us to contribute. Many students in our class won prizes in the composition contest. Of course, Mr. Xiong is the happiest.
In one activity, a classmate accidentally twisted his foot, so Mr. Xiong took a small bottle of ice water and put it in that classmate's socks. In English class, Mr. Xiong also took him to the English classroom. After school, Mr. Xiong told him, "Don't run around, apply it every day."
Teacher Xiong cares about us everywhere. He is not only our good teacher, but also our good friend. We have established a deep affection between us.
During lunch break, Mr. Xiong received a phone call. He looked very anxious, but he was still very serious in class in the afternoon. At noon the next day, Mr. Xiong told us, "My father is critically ill and I have to go back. You should behave well while I'm away, okay? " The whole class said, "got it!" Then Mr. Xiong packed his things and left.
In the next few days, those naughty students also sat quietly in their seats and stopped arguing, as if afraid of Mr. Xiong's worry.
One day, Mr. Yu said, "Mr. Xiong's father passed away. He will come back tomorrow, behave yourself! " "Hearing this, I decided to write a letter to comfort Mr. Xiong.
When I got home at night, I found a piece of writing paper and wrote down what I wanted to say in the best words. After writing, I carefully revised it. Fold it and put it in the envelope, and prepare to take it to Mr. Xiong tomorrow.
The next day, I came to the classroom early and put the letter on the table. There are some letters and gifts on the table. I want to:
"Teacher Xiong will be very happy to see you!"
After a while, Mr. Xiong came into the classroom. As a result, his whole body was red and he was even more haggard. When he saw what we sent him, he went to his desk and looked very excited. He said loudly, "son, you have grown up!" " "
Teachers care about us, and we care about teachers. There is a deep feeling among them, that is, the relationship between teachers and students!
Composition between teachers and students The annual Teacher's Day is coming. On this day, students will bring cards, flowers and other gifts to the hard-working garden, and I am no exception. Early in the morning, I went to the back of the school to pick some flowers and wanted to surprise the teacher.
I sneaked around to the window sill behind the teacher's house and looked inside. There was no one inside. Then I looked at the teacher's desk. Only the desk calendar, round globe, ink bottle, reading glasses that haven't been closed and Chinese textbooks were neatly placed on the desk. It can be seen that the teacher prepared lessons late last night.
Seeing all this, I couldn't help muttering to myself, "Teacher, your kind face, your kind voice and your caring heart for your classmates will never be forgotten." Teacher! You are like a candle, illuminating us and igniting yourself; Teacher! You are like a cruise ship sailing on the sea, sending us to the other side; Teacher! You are like a pile of matches, warming us and sacrificing yourself. Teacher! You are so great! When we watch wonderful programs at home, you are still burying your head in correcting your homework under the light; While we are enjoying a delicious dinner, you may still be hungry; When we enter a sweet dream country, you may still be preparing lessons carefully. ...
Thought of here, I remembered the purpose of doing so. So I quickly put the flowers in the pen container on the table and left quietly. On the way, I silently thought: Teacher, you are a hardworking gardener, and you are my other mother. I will never forget you!
A composition between teachers and students Dear teacher, did you have a good time there? Do you feel lonely? Do you think of us occasionally? Remember when you told us that "whether we succeed or not, we will be happy"?
Dear teacher, I am now in the examination room, crossing the first milestone of my life. Did you see it there? Are you here to cheer me up? Although you are not around to teach me and encourage me several times now, you are always in my heart, and you will always be there as long as I need you.
I still remember the tenderness of your bow, the shyness of your smile, the charm of your fingers, and the fleeting shadow of you and me. Every photo is vivid and fresh in my mind-
"Lemon grass will make me full of energy and positive!" I remember this is the answer you gave me when I asked you why you like to use clairol citronella shampoo. Every time I attend your class, as long as you pass by me, there will be a faint smell of lemongrass. It is this smell that always keeps me awake in class and never feels sleepy.
"Don't worry, the sun will rise again tomorrow." I remember when you were sick, we went to see you, what you said to us, and how calmly you lowered your eyes and told us to leave. I know you don't want us to see you sick. At that moment, you were like a lily, so serene, so pure and so distressing.
Dear teacher, I love you! You let me experience and grow. Although we can't find the time when the grass grows, we are no longer sad, but in the days to come, we will know how to cherish happiness and perfection!
Article 11: Teacher-student composition: You are a bridge, and we are passers-by; You are a tree and we are birds; You are the rain, and we are the seedlings. Ah! Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
I don't know how many days and nights, I don't know how many circles, your love is reflected in little by little. Regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, regardless of serious illness. Your love is reflected in your shadow. No matter how deep the mistake is, no matter how disappointing the failure is, your love is reflected in every voice. Your education, your responsibility and your enthusiasm highlight your persistence and meticulousness. Teacher! You are the cultivator and sower of beauty. It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers!
A good teacher is better than thousands of books. Yes, I will never forget that noon. "Oh, it's too late to go to school." I accelerated my homework to the point where I didn't want to read more. That word is really hard to hear. I rode to school, trying to check the answers with others, but the time was beyond my expectation, and I arrived early! I was about to go downstairs when the teacher came. I glanced at the teacher and ran out. After a while, just as I was about to return to the classroom, the teacher caught me. After knowing the ins and outs, he warned me: "I can't answer questions with others, it will be harmful to me." I also deeply reflected and found that I was really wrong, and the mistake was too outrageous. ...
Teacher, your white hair shows your greatness, and your tired eyes symbolize your dedication. I will never forget that math simulation exam. After the teacher took away the thick paper that day, he worked overtime to correct it at night. The next day, you also used several classes to help us explain and review. You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! I want to say: teacher, you have worked hard!
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Your love is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. With your sowing, we will become a big tree; Under your care, we will become pillars!
Once upon a time, there lived a Miao grandmother and a Han girl in a small village. One day when the sunset went out to play, I met grandma Chen and said, "Hello, grandma Chen." Grandma Chen said, "You are so polite at sunset." Grandma Chen brought the sunset home. Sunset saw grandma Chen's house with a bucket with some dirty clothes, a clothesline and a sheet, so she pretended to say, "I'm home." Grandma Chen also went out. The setting sun is back. When she saw grandma Chen leaving, she picked up buckets, laundry sticks, dirty clothes and sheets and came to the river.
Sunset takes out a dirty dress and immerses it in water, cleans it with soap, brushes it with a brush, then immerses it in water, washes off bubbles, and squeezes it by hand, so that a dirty dress is cleaned. Rub the sheets with soap, brush them with a brush, immerse them in water, wash off bubbles, tap them with a stick a few times, squeeze them with your hands to squeeze out water, turn them over and wash them, and then clean the sheets with the same action. I put all my clothes and sheets in the bucket and went back to grandma Chen's house.
She gently put down the bucket and grandma Chen came back. When she saw the sunset washing clothes and sheets, she took the sunset's hand and said, "Your hands are wrinkled and cold!" " Sunset didn't say anything, just holding grandma Chen's hand, and my heart was warm.
Grandma Chen feels extremely happy!
Everyone has their own unique world. Do you want to know my little world?
I have three small worlds!
My little world is my bedroom: in the center of the room is a big bed 2 meters long and 1.5 meters wide; There are two "little yellow pigs" and "little red pigs" on the bed. They are chubby and cute. They accompany me to have a good sleep every night. I like them very much! There is a bedside table and wardrobe next to the big bed, where the four seasons clothes arranged by my mother are neatly placed.
My other little world is my study: the study is a four-story bookshelf against the wall, on which many famous Chinese and foreign books are neatly placed, such as One Hundred Thousand Why, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, The Wizard of Oz, Ci Hai and Globe. Next to the bookshelf is a computer, which is usually used to look up information, and sometimes you can use it to play music when you are tired, so as to eliminate the fatigue of the day. On the wall of the study, there is also a calligraphy work that reads "Self-improvement". It won the second prize in this year's China Newspaper primary school calligraphy competition!
I still have a small world, that is, the big desk in the living room: desk lamps, Mickey Mouse clocks, pencil sharpeners, pen containers, reference books and other items are neatly placed on the desk; There is also a photo of my mother and I in the Great Hall of the People in Beijing on the desk. I watch my homework in the soft light after school every day and swim happily in the ocean of knowledge. It was really fun!
These are my three little worlds. Welcome children to my home!
Until today, I feel very wronged as long as I think about it.
Once I was sweeping the floor, and I was sweeping the others. That night, I did my homework until afternoon 12.
The next day, I am going to complain to the teacher. Before I complain, those who didn't sweep the floor complained to me first. In class, the teacher said, "Wu Xinru, didn't you sweep the floor last night?" . I was about to explain when the teacher's "machine gun" rang again: "And you lied to them with some sweet words and said,' I have something to do, I'm going to grandma's house. "Hearing this, I hate people who complain to the teacher.
After class, I told the teacher everything. Now the teacher flew into a rage and said to those who didn't sweep the floor last night, "You all swept the floor for a week, except Wu Xinru."
Teacher, thank you for your understanding and respect. Although I was sad when you were wrong, after this incident, the feelings between our teachers and students deepened.
Today, the school organized a spring outing, and the teacher took us to Xianyan. Along the way, the students were in high spirits, jumping and chirping like a group of newly released birds.
According to the tour guide's sister, Zhu Ziqing has been to Meiyu Pool several times, leaving many excellent works, and the well-known Meiyu Pool is one of them. "The famous Zhu Ziqing has also been here?" I'm a little excited to hear this and can't wait to see it.
After several trips, we finally arrived in plum rain pool. The water in the Meiyu pool flows down from the high mountain, and the scene is very spectacular. Like a spray splashed in vain, the waterfall slaps the rocks that block it hard, and the splashed spray is scattered everywhere, and there seems to be clouds of fog around it, which looks like thin rain. I can't help thinking: Those rocks are willing to be slapped by rapids, and the beauty of plum rain pool can't be separated from the contrast of rocks! Those rocks seem to say, "beautiful waterfall, I am willing to pave the way for you, be your big slide and gently send you to the pool." The sound of rushing waterfalls resounded through the sky, and finally the water fell into a deep pool. This is plum rain pool. They seem to be playing a beautiful symphony, which is especially nice. The water in Meiyu pool is very clear, and you can see the sand at the bottom of the pool. The water in Meiyu pool is really blue. Blue is brighter than the sky above. The water in plum rain pool is really beautiful. It makes you feel like you are in Sendai, Yaochi ... It's so shocking that I can't find the right words to describe it.
There are big trees around the pool. In spring, these big trees are lush. Looking into the distance, everything is green, which makes the eyes feel particularly comfortable. A breeze blew, and those big trees danced with the wind, stretching their arms and twisting their waists, as if nodding, waving and saying hello to us.
The Meiyu Pool I saw today seems to be less beautiful, greener and moving than Zhu Ziqing's, but I have already felt its majesty-Malik Pentium; Its voice-resounding through the sky, blowing the hymn of spring; Its softness-just like a quiet and light girl. ...
I like this small plum rain pool. Its energetic power makes me feel its beauty and the call of powerful spring. ...
After school on Friday, Huahua, a little girl of Han nationality, came to Grandma Huang's house next door. The old woman is over eighty years old. She is a Miao, living alone in this remote village. Because of the poor economic conditions, I can't afford a nanny to help me, and I can't do housework such as cooking and washing when I am old. Take your time. Huahua knows about Grandma Huang's situation and often goes to Grandma Huang's house to help with housework after school.
On this day, Huahua came to Grandma Huang's house as usual. While chatting with grandma Huang, I cleaned the room. Soon, the messy room became neat. Huahua saw some clothes piled up in the wooden basin in the corner, and went to the river without saying anything, ready to wash clothes.
Huahua first soaked the clothes, then sprinkled some washing powder, and then rubbed them on the washboard until bubbles came out ... Not long after, Huahua's forehead oozed a fine layer of sweat, and she wiped the sweat with her sleeves and continued to rub. After a busy period of time, the clothes were finally washed, and Huahua carefully rinsed the clothes several times until the bubbles disappeared. The washed clothes are a little heavy in the wooden basin, and the flowers are flushed. She insisted on taking the tub back to Grandma Huang's house and finding bamboo poles to hang clean clothes on it.
Grandma Huang is sleeping. Hearing the sound, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and limped out on crutches. Seeing Huahua hanging clothes, she went over and stroked Huahua's face with both hands and said to her, "Thank you, you often come to my place to help with housework, but you don't get paid at all. You are more intimate than my granddaughter! " Huahua took Grandma Huang's hand and said, "Grandma, if you like, I will be your granddaughter in the future!" " "
Grandma Huang has tears on her wrinkled face, and she holds Huahua tightly in her arms. ...
After learning about the local customs, I visited the plant kingdom again.
The endless mountain forests along the road are full of thick green: broadleaf trees, coniferous shrubs, herbs, vines, ferns, mosses ... There are many kinds of plants with different postures, and three days and three nights are really endless! I almost ruined my life for this! I keep finding exotic flowers and herbs on the road. Suddenly, a "plain-looking" little tree caught my eye, and I thought to myself: I have always been equal, so I am not picky. I wanted to pick it, but Ali, who was chasing after me, shouted, "Don't pick it!" " I hesitated. Afterwards, I learned that it is actually a kind of "blood-sealed throat" plant-sword poison wood.
As the sun sets, I can't help feeling nostalgic for this oasis, so I resolutely chose the hotel in the tree. Late at night, I heard the cries of various animals. It sounded as if I had become Mount Tai and ventured in the jungle. Listen, listen, I fell asleep.
Although it has been a year, I still remember it clearly!
My hometown is Suqian, and there are many places of interest, such as Qianlong Palace, Wang Xiang's hometown, Zhang Shan Forest Park and Lake Rome ... Of course, my favorite is Lake Rome. Lake Rome has a vast surface and looks like a transparent mirror from a distance. The lake is crystal clear, and you can see fish and shrimp playing in the water by boat.
In spring, children dig in groups with small shovels, and some adults make sand sculptures on a special high-quality beach. In summer, children wear swimsuits and swimming rings to have a water fight in the lake and enjoy the coolness of summer. Some children follow adults' bamboo rafts to a paradise-Daichang Island. In winter, there is a thick layer of ice on the lake. Children mix sand and snow to have snowball fights on the beach, and some put on skates to slide freely. Ah! Lake Rome is really desirable and admirable.
I love Lake Rome, my hometown. I like its beauty and rich products. I am very proud of our Lake Rome. Welcome to Suqian, my friend.