With the passage of time, primary school time gradually disappeared in front of my eyes, but there are a few things that I can't forget for a long time.

Teacher Wang, who taught me Chinese in primary school, is the first "golden key" to open my treasure house of Chinese knowledge. She looks ordinary, with a slightly longer face, bright eyes and short hair. Although she looks ordinary, the level of teaching Chinese is quite good. Once, the homework assigned by the teacher was to do the exercise book. I forgot to do it because I was too playful, so I made up a childish lie and forgot to bring it. But in the second class, the teacher said to me sternly, "I just called your mother to say that you forgot your homework and asked her to bring it to school, but your mother said that you didn't do your Chinese homework at all yesterday." Isn't it? "Seeing that I missed the stuffing, I nodded. When I showed my Chinese to my teacher, the teacher said, "I didn't call your mother just now." You have a ghost in your heart. When I said this, I showed my true colors. You should do your homework well in the future. Don't be clever! " I nodded in shame. Since then, the quality of my homework has been greatly improved, and it never happens again.

What impressed me most was that our Chinese teacher got lumbar disc herniation because of hard work all day. After the operation, the teacher insisted on giving us lessons, although he was in poor health. As for us, because other teachers didn't teach well, our grades dropped rapidly, from the first in the previous grade to the fourth in the grade. When the teacher dragged himself to give us a class, we were all shocked and welcomed the teacher with very warm applause. Moreover, in those classes, our class is quieter than ever. At the time of the final exam, we all felt that we could do well in the exam, hoping to get the first place in the whole grade again and live up to the teacher's cultivation. When the results were announced, we won the first place again, and we all cheered happily.

Teacher, you opened the first door of Chinese knowledge for us and let us be influenced by Chinese knowledge. I sincerely thank you.

The true story of me and my teacher.

Composition-the story of me and my teacher (narrative 600 words)

I have worshipped teachers since I was a child, like "teacher", the most glorious profession in the sun, and dream of becoming a member of this lofty team one day. Therefore, from the beginning of school, I have followed the example of teachers everywhere. Teacher Lu is a teacher I respect very much.

Teacher Lu is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. Whenever her vivid lectures inspire us to think about problems, I always envy seeing other children bravely raise their hands to speak and actively participate in exchanges and discussions. But I have no choice but to be timid and never dare to speak. Teacher Lu noticed me and often hinted, reminded and encouraged me with his talking eyes. Not only that, Teacher Lu called me to her office to talk with me and cheer me up. During the conversation, she joked with me from time to time, which made me feel relaxed and happy talking with the teacher. Sometimes they will communicate with me in kind words. Teacher Lu told me: "The opportunity is in your own hands. Be brave. Making mistakes is also a gain! " Later, the teacher also taught me some speaking and communication skills. Unconsciously, I forgot that I was in the office. I think a friend is having a heart-to-heart talk with me. When I left the office, my eyes were wet: what a good teacher! I made up my mind in my heart: I must get rid of my inability to speak and repay my teacher with a brand-new self.

So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down.

This is the story of my once timid little girl and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.

The story between my teacher and me is about 600 words in the first grade composition.

There is a teacher. She is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of purple glasses and short hair ... this figure will always be remembered in my heart.

It was the summer of 2008, the first day of school, because we left school in a hurry and forgot to bring water. It was very hot that day. When we were waiting in line on the playground, I unfortunately suffered from mild heatstroke. First my eyes were blurred, then my eyes were dark, and then I couldn't stand up. It was she who held me and helped me step by step to the school mailroom. There is a bed in the mailroom. She told me to lie in bed first and then let me go upstairs. After a while, I felt much better and went upstairs myself.

At the end of school, I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I raised my hand and told her that she would let me lie in her arms, so warm. She acts just like her mother. She helped me find my grandmother to pick me up and asked her to pick me up early.

Guess who she is? She is my head teacher-Miss Napo.

The first time I saw her, I thought she was a fierce teacher and I was afraid of her. But after this incident, I don't think she is so terrible. On the contrary, I think she is a very gentle teacher and an experienced teacher. I am very happy and proud to have such a teacher! So I like her very much.

I have been with that teacher for more than a year, during which many touching and happy stories have happened between us. I study happily every day. May my feelings with that teacher grow deeper and deeper.

Writing My Teacher's Story (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!

The true story of me and my teacher.

Then I'll tell you a story about the love between teachers and students. The content ending in tragedy is more concise.

This semester, there is a new female English teacher in our school. She is beautiful and has a good figure. Usually, her clothes are also very eye-catching. As an introverted boy in my class, I like her very much, but I have never had the courage to tell her that she is a teacher. Finally, one day, I got up the courage to tell her. Later she said that she had a boyfriend. .....

My story composition with my teacher

The story of me and my teacher.

I have worshipped teachers since I was a child, like "teacher", the most glorious profession in the sun, and dream of becoming a member of this lofty team one day. Therefore, from the beginning of school, I have followed the example of teachers everywhere. Teacher Lu is a teacher I respect very much.

Teacher Lu is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. Whenever her vivid lectures inspire us to think about problems, I always envy seeing other children bravely raise their hands to speak and actively participate in exchanges and discussions. But I have no choice but to be timid and never dare to speak. Teacher Lu noticed me and often hinted, reminded and encouraged me with his talking eyes. Not only that, Teacher Lu called me to her office to talk with me and cheer me up. During the conversation, she joked with me from time to time, which made me feel relaxed and happy talking with the teacher. Sometimes they will communicate with me in kind words. Teacher Lu told me: "The opportunity is in your own hands. Be brave. Making mistakes is also a gain! " Later, the teacher also taught me some speaking and communication skills. Unconsciously, I forgot that I was in the office. I think a friend is having a heart-to-heart talk with me. When I left the office, my eyes were wet: what a good teacher! I made up my mind in my heart: I must get rid of my inability to speak and repay my teacher with a brand-new self.

So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down.

This is the story of my once timid little girl and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.

The story of me and my teacher.

Some people say: "Teachers are hardworking gardeners", while others say: "Teachers are our second parents". I think these metaphors are well-deserved for teachers. Indeed, teachers take good care of us, and there are many such examples around me.

After finishing primary school, I will go to junior high school. Faced with this small choice in life, my parents chose No.2 Middle School for me. "Choosing No.2 Middle School is choosing success", which is what my parents told me. When I got to school, I found that this sentence was true and my grades gradually improved. Of course, this is the teacher's encouragement, support, help and guidance. For example, Teacher Su in our class is very concerned about my study. As long as I don't understand anything, she will seriously explain it to me until I understand it. And teacher Zhu, who is very tight on my study, is afraid that I will relax. As long as I don't hand in my homework once, she will ask me to make it up at once. She also said to me, "You should work hard to get into (1) class, so that you can give full play to your talents." Of course, there is teacher Zhang, who cares about me the most and loves me the most. She treated me like her own child. She cares about everything, just like my mother. There is one thing I can't forget until now.

I remember one time, somehow, I suddenly fell ill. I have a runny nose when I get up in the morning, and I can't finish wiping it. I always wipe it and run it. I thought I had a cold, so I stuffed a tissue into class. The first one or two classes were ok, and I didn't miss much. The third class was teacher Zhang's. At this time, my nose was running badly, I sneezed, and tears followed. Teacher Zhang saw me like this and went to the front and said kindly, "What's the matter?" I said, "Nothing, just a little cold.

Hearing this, the teacher said, "Why don't you prescribe medicine?" Teacher Zhang asked in surprise. I managed to smile and said, "Nothing". Teacher Zhang seemed relieved to see me like this, and continued his lecture. But before long, Mr. Zhang seemed a little worried about me. Inadvertently, I wrote "Fa" as "Fa". My classmate reminded me: Teacher Zhang, the word is wrong. Teacher Zhang suddenly realized and changed it. To this end, I am so touched!

After class, the teacher came up to me again and said, "soldier, are you all right?" Do you want to go to the hospital? "Teacher zhang asked kindly. At this time, I was moved by the teacher's words and deeds and wanted to cry, but I held back. Because gentlemen don't cry easily, this is what Teacher Li told me when I was in primary school.

I said excitedly, "Teacher, I'm fine. Please buy some medicine for me. " The teacher asked again, "Are you really all right?" I just smiled and said, of course it's okay.

The teacher left with confidence. In the afternoon, Teacher Zhang handed me a small bottle of medicine. I asked gratefully, Teacher Zhang, how much is it? The teacher said: no, you go and take medicine quickly! Pay more attention in the future and don't catch a cold again. You are the only resident in our class. You should learn to take care of yourself.

After listening to teacher Zhang, I was deeply moved. Later, I handed her the money. Teacher Zhang said: No need, as long as you study hard and move towards your ideal.

After listening to the teacher, I was even more moved. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I held back again. Because I know that only if I succeed, I will be rewarded by Teacher Zhang. After I entered junior high school, many teachers in No.2 Middle School silently cared about me. They don't ask for anything in return, as long as their students can become talents in the future, it is the greatest reward for them.

Teachers in No.2 Middle School are so diligent in serving students, caring for every student and dedicating their beautiful youth. Each of them is our mentor and our good friend. I want to say to all teachers: teachers, I love you! You have worked hard!

So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down.

This is the story of my once timid little girl and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.

The story of me and my teacher.

People say, "Only mothers are good in the world." I said, "There are still good teachers in the world."

That was when I was in the second grade of primary school. Teacher Zhang took over our class. The overall impression she gave us was that she was in her thirties, with short hair and a round face, which gave us an amiable feeling.

Shortly after Mr. Zhang took over the class, my parents were in conflict and clamoring for a divorce. My mother left me and lived in my grandmother's house. Dad left me in a rage and ran away from home. I was left alone, feeling sad and scared, and I didn't feel tears. Just when I was sad, Teacher Zhang came to my side and took me to her home to live with my daughter Xiaoyan. She only has a desk at home, so she asked me to do my homework and rushed Xiaoyan to the crib to write. Children's Day is coming, and I don't want to mention how sad it is to see all the students wearing new clothes to celebrate the festival. "Little Red," a friendly voice rang in my ear. I looked up and unexpectedly found Mr. Zhang standing in front of me with a fashion in his hand. Teacher Zhang smiled and said, "Xiaohong, come and try to see if this dress fits?" I couldn't believe my ears until the teacher dressed me. I was still standing there with a warm heart. Teacher Zhang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go to the grand party!" I was so excited that I didn't know what to say and went to the meeting happily. Afterwards, I learned that this dress was made by teacher Zhang during her three-night break. This needle and thread embodies teacher Zhang's love.

Once, Xiaoyan and I both caught a cold, had a fever and a headache, and couldn't go to school. After Mr. Zhang went to the hospital to buy medicine, he hurried to class. Some people hurried home to accompany us after school and told us some interesting stories. In the evening, Teacher Zhang lets Xiaoyan sleep alone, but she sleeps with me, so as to take care of me from time to time. At night, I was feverish and delirious. When I cried for my mother, Teacher Zhang held me tightly in her arms, patting and humming, making me feel that my mother was by my side. After I fell ill, Mr. Zhang spent another week making up lessons for me, so that my academic performance did not fall behind.

I lived in teacher Zhang's house for two years. In her home, I got my lost maternal love, and my wounded heart slowly recovered. It was not until my parents reconciled and took me home that I reluctantly left this home full of maternal love. From then on, I had a special feeling for Mr. Zhang.

Now that I have graduated from primary school, I heard that Teacher Zhang has also been transferred to other places. Since then, I have never seen Mr. Zhang again.

Teacher Zhang, you are really my most respected good teacher!

My story composition with my teacher is 200 words.

Teacher Cao, unconsciously, you have taught us to enter the fourth year, and you have left an indelible impression on me. In order to train 38 students in our class, you really broke your heart.

I remember it was when you just took us to a Chinese class. I am timid, and I don't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. At this time, you always kindly say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if you answer wrong, I won't blame you, as long as you dare to answer the question." At this time, your eyes show encouragement. Ah! This style is only available to loving mothers!

Teacher Cao, you are always so patient with our teaching and so serious and responsible for your work.

Once, your throat was so swollen that you could hardly speak. However, you still teach us with your slight voice. Teacher, we are deeply moved by your selfless dedication.

Teacher Cao, over the past four years, we have always remembered what you have done for us. I want to say to you: "I feel extremely happy to be your student, because you have accompanied me to grow up with endless love."

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!