She has an apple-like face, thick eyebrows, a big nose and a pair of bright glasses on sickle-like ears, and nothing can escape her eyes. Thick lips tell us countless interesting knowledge and truth all the time. No wonder students listen to the Chinese teacher so much and like to let the Chinese teacher give us lessons. The teacher is very concerned about all of us. For example, once, a classmate named Shi Chaoyi in the class, his handwriting was always messy and untidy. As soon as the teacher saw it, he assigned us a Chinese lesson, sat next to Shi Chaoyi and watched him write a whole class. With the help of the teacher, Shi Chaoyi's handwriting is still a little sloppy, but he has made great progress. Isn't this the teacher's credit?

The teacher is strict with us and has great prestige among the students! Once, the PE teacher watched us running around on the playground, but it was useless for her to keep shouting. When we passed the teaching building, the Chinese teacher just came down. Seeing that we were dragging our feet, we only shouted, "Run faster!" " "We ran neatly. ...

Not only that, teachers are also very clever, and sometimes they often use irony or reward to guide students to love learning.

She tried to teach us knowledge and grow with us. We really should thank her!

When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

In the past two years, you have been talking to us with kind eyes and gentle tone, which has turned the classroom atmosphere into interactive teaching, given us more opportunities to speak in class, and made us feel that this is not only a learning world, but also a happy paradise. After class, you mingled with us, talking and laughing, and turned our beautiful campus into an entertainment world. During lunch break, you give up your rest time to make up lessons for individual students in our class. After school, we can go home and have a rest, but you should help us to correct our homework carefully and work hard silently.

During the summer vacation, you visited every classmate's home. Some students moved, but their new addresses were not told to you in time. When you go to their hometown, you find that they no longer live here. At that time, you were already sweating, but you continued to contact other students on your mobile phone. After asking for a new address, you rushed over without restraint. When you rang the doorbell, you saw the moment when your classmates opened the door.

In the exercise book, we saw the track of your efforts-"×" and "√". For those "×" is your correction of our shortcomings in growth, for those "√" is the result of your painstaking hands-on teaching. Thank you, you have taught us a lot …

When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

Everyone has his own teacher, and I am no exception. My math teacher is a boy and an old man. Whenever my math teacher stands on the podium, I not only feel that I am accepting new knowledge, but also feel his personality charm. Call him old? However, when he lectures, he is intact and eloquent, like an experienced gardener. Said he was sophisticated? But he is full of energy and energy, like a young friend full of water. The math teacher, wearing black leather shoes and holding a stack of exercise books, walked into the classroom as cold as ice. First he glanced at the class coldly, as if to say, "Who's talking, I'm unforgiven?" Suddenly, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. Immediately, the teacher threw the exercise book on the platform, and the students trembled with the noise. The teacher patted the table rhythmically with delicate hands and said in a shrill and blunt voice, "I am very dissatisfied with this assignment!" " "This sentence made the temperature in the classroom drop to four thousand degrees below zero, and several students trembled involuntarily. I saw the teacher pick out an exercise book at random, turn over a few pages, read it for a while, and then bang, screaming with a voice that can cut the eardrum: "Zhou Han! Look at your homework. What is this? "Look at Zhou Han in front, he has fallen to the ground in the' earthquake'.

This is my math teacher!

When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

My head teacher, Miss Wan, is my Chinese teacher. She is of medium height and has bright eyes under curved eyebrows. She has curly blond hair and a very powerful voice.

Teacher Wan is a very serious and responsible person. Every day before class, Ms. Wan will ask the group leader to put away her homework and hand it in, and she will check it carefully and correct it one by one. Every time she meets a problem, she patiently explains it to us until all the students understand it.

Teacher Wan is also very strict with her classmates. Once in class, the teacher was on a business trip and the students were fighting in the classroom. The teacher came back to see this scene and was very angry. He banged the platform with his pointer, and the students immediately became quiet. Tell us not to do this in the future, and correct it when we know our mistakes.

Teacher Wan is also a loving mother's teacher, with unique ingenuity. Once, she cooked a lot of steamed buns and gave them to all 42 children.

Although, sometimes I think Miss Wan is too hard on us. In fact, I also know that she loves us and treats us as her own children.

I like Miss Wan's motherly smile, her buns, and her harshness when she is angry with us … What about you?

When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

The teacher I miss most is Miss Wu, who teaches Grade One to Grade Three in our class. She is gentle, but sometimes she is fierce. I remember an incident that happened in the first grade, which is still unforgettable in primary school.

One morning, the sun was shining, and the first class was physical activity class. We are all running and playing wildly downstairs. On the way back to the classroom, I quarreled with Zhou Rundong. The quarrel was so fierce that the whole class heard it. I finally got into a fight with him. We had a class. As a result, in one class, Zhou and I didn't listen to any class. In a class, we are just like ordinary people.

As the saying goes, "when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous", and they fight again. The whole classroom is full of shouts. Until the end, Zhou He was stopped by Mr. Wu. Because I wanted to go to the bathroom, I went. On the way to the health club, I saw Guo Jiayun touching a person's head. I touched it, too. Finally, the teacher from the next class came out and pushed Guo Jiayun and me against the wall.

Finally, Mr. Wu came, criticized Guo Jiayun and me, and wrote a letter of guarantee to let me stand outside for a class. After school, Mr. Wu left me behind and said to me, "Don't be afraid, everyone in the world will make mistakes, just change it." My eyes suddenly got wet.

Teacher Wu is really a good teacher. I miss her most. She cares about people and us. What about you? Who is the teacher you miss most?

6. When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

My head teacher is Miss Ye. She is neither tall nor short. She has smooth and tidy hair, and under the thick and slender eyebrows, there are always a pair of shining and gentle eyes watching us all the time. The head teacher of our class is a good teacher who is extremely serious and responsible for his work. The students like her and are afraid of her, because she is very strict with us in class. If anyone is not serious in class or doing something else, she will look at that classmate severely first. If this classmate still doesn't obey the classroom discipline, Mr. Ye will knock on his desk to make him listen carefully. Teacher Ye's Chinese class is lively and interesting. She can always tell us many extracurricular stories related to study, which makes the students listen with relish. Unconsciously, when the bell rings, we are reluctant to leave the classroom. Teacher Ye also cares about us in life.

Once, I was sick and wanted to take medicine. Because I was afraid I couldn't remember the time to take medicine, I gave it to Teacher Ye and asked her to give it to me then. At noon, Teacher Ye brought the medicine in and asked me to take it quickly, asking me if I was better. For several days in a row, Teacher Ye gave me medicine on time, and my cold soon recovered. My eyesight is poor, but I am tall. Originally, Mr. Ye gave us his seat fairly according to his height. I wanted to sit in the back, but in order to take care of my eyes, Mr. Ye moved me to the front so that I could read the words on the blackboard clearly. Teacher Ye cares about the study and life of each of our classmates. She always takes pains to teach students with poor academic performance over and over again until the church.

7. When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher wrote 400 words.

The sun shone through the Woods on the path in front of the school, which wrote the footprints of my childhood for more than five years. When we were young, we took the first step into the campus. When we first walked into the bright classroom, you greeted us with a charming smile. You lead us to the ladder of success with love, and you lead us to the road of life with a smile. Our friends, take us to the ocean of knowledge, let us play with knowledge; Take us to the moral forest, let us make friends with morality; How important it is for you to take us to the happy field and let us walk with happiness!

Just like a simple forget-me-not, it blooms and fades in the wind and rain. You have devoted your whole life to us, rain or shine. How many generations have you sent away? But what about yourselves? When the stars in the sky are shining in the treetops, there are black shadows all around, but the lights are on in front of your window. You keep improving your lesson preparation and correcting your homework, and the red color is printed in every classmate's heart.

In your lecture, we saw that your eyes were bloodshot after staying up late. You speak so vividly in class, but few people know how much effort you put behind your back!

It is the gardener who teaches us knowledge and life. You always give us motherly care! You are like a bright light, illuminating my stormy future. In the sixth grade, we are about to graduate and be separated, but our teacher-student relationship is like a lotus root, which will never be separated.

Teacher, I love you!