In my memory, my favorite teacher is the math teacher in grade five. She is a very serious teacher and a very kind teacher at the same time. Her surname is Tian, but we don't call her tian teacher, but we call her a math teacher.
Although she is serious in class, she is very kind after class. I broke my leg in fifth grade. At that time, the final exam was coming, and I had to take the exam with an injury. Just after the math exam, she came to the examination room of my exam and asked me what I wouldn't do. The teacher told me the math answer. I can do a math problem, but the answer is wrong. The teacher said, "You got all the difficult questions right, but all the answers were wrong. Not bad, not bad. " I just smiled and didn't speak.
Tian teacher is my favorite teacher.
Although almost a year has passed, Mr. Zhen's math class has always made me unforgettable, because it not only gave me confidence, but also gave me the courage to overcome difficulties in the future.
As soon as class began, Mr. Zhen handed us the mid-term exam papers and wrote the scores on the blackboard. I see 17 students have 100, 99-95 students have 13, 94-90 students have 9 students, and 89-80 students have only 4 students. I am very happy that my score is 100, and I think the teacher will praise me. However, Teacher Zhen said to us, "No matter how good or bad your test is, it is already past achievements. From now on, you will all return to the same starting line, start together and meet the next test with a good attitude. I believe that you will always be the best! " Teacher Zhen also reminds us not to compare with the poor, but to compare with the good to make progress. Yes! Xiao Peng, although you got 100 this time, can you get 100 every time? Go back to a starting point with your classmates and start over. Maybe you will do better than now! Teacher Zhen also asked every student to stand up and say loudly, "I am the best from today!" " "So," I am the best "echoed in the classroom. Everyone's voice is loud and excited. I think at this moment, students have already released one dream and hope after another in their hearts. When it was Yang Di's turn, he cried. He rubbed his eyes and stammered, "I, I only got 84 points!" """Be strong, Yang Di, I know you have been working hard, and I believe every student will be willing to help you!" Teacher Zhen turned his eyes from Yang Tingting to us: "Please raise your hand if you want to help Yang Tingting!" With a swish, the students raised their hands high, like a dense grove, and the voices of "I, I, I" joined together, which obviously gave Yang Di infinite strength, so he dried his tears and firmly said, "I am the best!" As soon as the voice fell, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom, and my eyes were moist. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? No one can succeed casually. No matter how difficult I will encounter in the future, I will try my best to overcome it. Because I firmly believe: I am the best!
The bell rang suddenly, but the classroom was quiet. I seem to hear the heartbeat of every classmate. How firm and powerful it is! At this time, Mr. Zhen quickly pressed the shutter of the camera and let history record this unforgettable moment forever!
If life is a pool of clear water without stones, can it release relaxed ripples? If life is a dandelion, can it find a happy soil without the embrace of the wind?
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March 23rd, a sunny and deep day. The breeze blows the branches, but it can't blow away our melancholy; The sky contains the window leaf, but it can't contain our nostalgia; The sun shines in the classroom, but it doesn't shine into our hearts full of indignation when we leave.
-You're leaving.
Five weeks ago, your lithe posture first appeared on the podium, which brought us a lot of mystery and freshness. When your humorous words blurted out, when your silly smile burst into tears, we seemed to be poked by jokes and instilled with a clear spring. At that time, your fresh faces were a beautiful scenery in math class; Your flying eyebrows are a sign of humor in math class. In this way, we met, communicated, joked, shared, and had fun, and there was no retreat. You filled the whole classroom with a sense of fulfillment.
At that time, will you leave?
After five weeks, your faces are no longer so fresh and your bodies are no longer so strange. You have sat in your seats many times and vividly passed on the flame of happiness to us; You have stood on the podium countless times, digging up the gold of knowledge for us without regrets. You and I are friends off stage, and you and I are teachers and students on stage. A question, calculate our sincere friendship; In a word, it shows that we never fall. Your faces have become frequent visitors in our eyes; Your words have become an echo in our ears. A thousand words, condensed into the red handwriting on the exercise book, look! How dazzling and clear!
At that time, you must be reluctant to leave!
However, time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and five weeks are fleeting. On the blackboard, we can no longer see those lovely blackboard shapes; In exercise books, we can't see bright handwriting any more. No matter how many smiles, words and joys are, they are already helpless history; Today's memories, reluctance and parting have all become cruel facts. The days we spent together, although gone, still have a strong flavor. Our days together, like diaries and interesting pages, will always be clearly branded in my mind; Our days together, like a cup of green tea, have a mellow taste and are always deeply caged in our hearts.
Teachers! We tied a gorgeous ribbon for you. I hope you can often find some fulfilling feelings.
Teachers! We sent you some touching songs. I hope you can always think of some moving pictures.
Teachers! We have prepared a grand ceremony for you. I hope you can leave more beautiful memories.
At this moment, teachers, don't go!
Outside the window, the blue sky has come to an end; At the door, the teachers have taken their steps away. At this mixed moment, it reminds people of that well-known eulogy.
Outside the pavilion, next to the ancient road,
The grass is blue and the sky is blue;
The evening breeze blows the willow flute,
Sunset hill ...
No matter how melodious the poem is, it can't stop the time from passing slowly.
Teachers! I hope I can see you in my dream again. ...
A pool of clear water, experienced the boredom of throwing stones, only to know how to ripple easily; A dandelion, after experiencing the loneliness brought by the wind, learned to explore the happy soil diligently.
-P.S.
This Wednesday, we finally finished the exam. I feel good about myself in this final exam. No, I was so happy as soon as the math test paper was issued.
I worked hard as soon as I handed out the papers. It went well at first, but it was difficult for me to meet a multiple-choice question. I froze for a while, and finally decided to bite the bullet and fill in an answer that I thought was right. Then pretend to know nothing, as if forgetting that you are blind, and then it will be smooth and unimpeded. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I wrote the last word. At this moment, suddenly, my outlook on life collapsed. Am I so slow? The deskmate said, "You are so slow, there are only a few unfinished things." Okay, I admit I'm slow.
After waiting for two days, the math paper was finally handed out. As soon as the test paper was handed out, I looked at the red number in front: 96. Mom! 96 points. God will never forgive me again, will he? Five points more than last time. Oh! There is fried chicken to eat again. I'm so happy.
After reading the wrong questions carefully, I found that some of them were due to carelessness, but Teacher Yin's famous saying is: Carelessness means no! So I don't have, for example, fill-in-the-blank questions: A () is on the right, and () is on the right. The length, width and surface area of the front of this cuboid are (). I took the length and width of the front of this cuboid as the length and width of this cuboid, and filled it wrong.
Everyone got good grades this time, and so did I. I hope everyone will work together to get rid of their mistakes!
Teacher, you still insist on giving us lessons when you are ill. You touched me deeply.
That was a few weeks ago. But I still remember it vividly and unforgettable.
It happened to be a math class that day, and we waited for the teacher to come to class as usual. Just then, you came in. I see no expression on your face, and you are not as happy as before. I thought: What happened to the teacher? After a while, the teacher began to lecture.
You said, "Students, today we are going to review the volume of cones." . So, the teacher asked us some questions in the book first. Then he said, "Students, when you see a cone, you should think of" 3 "and when you see a triangle, you should think of" 2 ". Then you asked us to do some related questions, and as a result, many students forgot' 3' when finding the volume of a cone. "
My voice is very uncomfortable these days. The doctor told me to talk less and not to speak too loudly. I said, "No, I'm a teacher. I can't talk less. " The doctor said, "Then you should talk as little as possible." So, you should listen carefully and try to make me talk less. "
After that, the teacher wrote several questions on the blackboard and explained how to do it. I saw the teacher's tired and painful appearance, and thought: The teacher must be seriously ill, so we should consciously abide by discipline and let the teacher have a better class. When the teacher asks us to do problems, we often hold the platform, sit down slowly and close our eyes. When the teacher gave us a question, he held the blackboard in his hand and wrote very hard. The students are listening carefully, but the teacher is working so hard, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. Looking back at Mr. Yao, his back was straight and he spoke. His voice is powerful and full of humor. How I hope the teacher can recover soon!
Teacher, you are like a gardener, working hard to cultivate the flowers of the motherland; You are like a candle, illuminating us; You are like a fire, and your warm warmth flows into our hearts. Teacher! You are so great! I will study hard and repay you with excellent results. "
This math class makes it hard for me to forget that when we are about to leave our alma mater, I wish all teachers good health and smooth work!
He used to have many dreams: to be a teacher, a soldier, a doctor and a scientist ... Now, he just wants to be a mathematician, study various problems and explore mathematics teaching methods.
This ideal is not the expectation of his family, but a hobby of his. He has a soft spot for this hobby. Although both Chinese and English are not bad, he likes another way of mathematics.
Every time the Olympic Games are held, he will be at the Olympic Games. At the Olympic Games, he seemed to be a general in combat uniform, leading his "soldiers" (numbers, lines and rulers) to attack "the country and the castle". Finally, he occupied the capital of the "country" (equivalent to solving the problem), and at that time he always jumped with excitement.
He always studies solutions to problems with his sister. I remember that time, he hit her.
I remember once, he read a difficult problem in the newspaper: A and B each had some money. If Party A gives Party B 20 yuan, Party B's money is 3 times that of Party A, and if Party B gives Party A 20 yuan, Party A's money is 2 times that of Party B, then what is it? He said to his sister, "Sister, look who did it quickly and correctly." "good!" Twenty minutes later, his sister smiled easily: "Good!" He thought, so soon! He couldn't believe it, but he thought, this is fast and right. My sister only did half of it. He doesn't know whether she is right or not. With this in mind, he continued to work hard to solve the problem. "Give it up!" His sister said. "I will never give up. ! "He said firmly to his sister. Five minutes later, he finally worked out the number. A has 44 yuan, B has 52 yuan, his sister's number is 52 yuan, and B has 44 yuan. When his sister saw it, she immediately blindsided! "ha! Victory. " He said excitedly.
From then on, he understood that learning mathematics should be not only flexible, but also careful. After all this talk, do you know who that "he" is? That's me!
Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." I have a strong interest in books, both extracurricular books and textbooks, and I will read them with relish as long as I have time.
Today, I sat in the study again, picked up an extracurricular book about mathematics and read it. A beam of golden light came at me, and I quickly closed my eyes. After a while, the golden light disappeared. When I opened my eyes, I found that my desk was not a study, but a forest.
On my left, right and back, there are forests. It's just that there is a big hotel in front of me. On the surface of the hotel, there are four big characters made of diamonds: Math Hotel. In front of me, there is a sign that says: Welcome to the Mathematics Hotel! If you can enter the hotel and unlock the checkpoints we designed one by one, we will send you back to the human world!
I walk to the hotel. At this time, a problem appeared in front of the hotel's automatic retractable glass door: there is a number, which is both the smallest prime number and the smallest even number. What's this number? I thought about it and filled in the number two. The door opened and there was a fresh fragrance of flowers and wonderful music. I walked into the hotel only to find myself in the elevator.
After a while, the elevator began to move. I went out when I opened the door. Suddenly, diamond numbers 220 and 284 appeared in front of me and said together, "Why are we dating?" I thought about it and said, "284 has five real factors, namely 1, 2, 4, 7 1, 142. Add them up to 220. 220 has eight real factors, which add up to 284.
I walked into the elevator and continued to break through. The next level is more difficult than the next level, but I still passed it all. Just when I answered the last question, I was thrown out of the hotel. At this time, a golden light appeared again and then disappeared. I opened my eyes again, only to find that I was. ...
I was suddenly surprised and stood up slowly, and then there was a silence.
Alas, I sighed in my heart, mathematics and I are tied together! Obviously, I have listened carefully! Am I really not suitable for math? I feel a little lost. In my eyes, mathematics is an endless road, and I am a person walking in the street. When I am tired, I stop to have a rest, and so on, I fall behind others.
But I can't help but hate mathematics, those complicated formulas, that boring course, everything about mathematics. ...
Being scolded by the teacher, I felt wronged and was scolded. Why should I be lectured when I am working so hard? ! Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forcibly closed the door of tears. My eyes were blurred, but I still sipped my mouth and sat there stubbornly, motionless. The teacher is still chattering there. My inner fortress is fragile under the sword of language, and my heart is very painful. Under the catalysis of pain, the "tear gate" fell down and a tear ran down the cheek. I fell on the table feebly, sobbing ... that was the first time I cried since I entered junior high school.
Since then, my dislike of mathematics has become stronger.
Then one day, a phone call diluted my feud with math. That's not a math teacher, but my bosom friend. At that time, I was wondering why she understood the "pain" in my heart, maybe it was a heart. She quoted a sentence from a Chinese book and said to me, "You are actually very smart, but you haven't found your own learning method yet. Life is not necessarily a thorn bush ... "I was silent for a while and hung up the phone. I'm thinking, where is mathematics in my heart? Why can my Chinese go all out to climb the peak, while math can only stop and go?
Ah! I sighed and cleared my mind, remembering that life is not necessarily a thorn bush, but my math road is still very long!
My math scores are among the best in my class, but a monthly exam gave me a heavy blow.
That day, I walked into the math examination room with great expectation. As soon as I entered the examination room, I said to my classmates, "You still can't surpass me this time." But he said disdainfully, "This is not necessarily the case. Don't think that if you did well last time, you will do well this time. " You never know, this time he became a prophet. The math test paper was handed out. I finished it quickly and looked around. I thought, "Why are these people so slow? They won't. " Time passed slowly, and finally the bell rang and the paper was collected.
When I returned to class, I began to exchange papers with them. To my surprise, there are many differences between my answer and theirs. I thought to myself: it's over, I failed the exam this time, alas! Why should I be cruel to him? He must look down on me this time.
I've been waiting in fear for the papers to be handed out these days. Finally, the last math paper I wanted to read was issued. Looking at this paper, I was surprised myself: I got 6 1 point. I dare not show the test paper to my classmates. Whenever they ask about my grades, I make excuses to walk away. After class, the teacher announced the one with the best math score. To my surprise, the one with the best math score is the one I once promised. I think I'm on the verge of collapse. After class, I was embarrassed to talk to him again, but he took the initiative to come over and said a few words to me: "Don't lose heart, I will ignore what you said to me before the exam." And I know you didn't do well in the exam. Don't be embarrassed. I believe you will surpass me in the future. "After that, he left, but this sentence has been deeply engraved in my heart, and I suddenly feel very sorry for him.
Although it has been a long time since this exam, I am still embarrassed by my previous attitude.
So life is like this. I often think I can, so I put down my malicious words and tell others, but it was really the most failure later.