The story of me and my teacher, about 200 words.

1. "My Moment with the Teacher" composition, about 200 words.

Take mine first, then I'll call you.

2. How to write a story with a teacher in about 200 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 me, the once timid little boy 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.

3. 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!

4. My story composition with my teacher (400 words)

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.

5. My story composition with my teacher

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 the details of 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!

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!

6. 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."

7. My 200-word secret composition with my teacher.

Amy, guess what my secret is?

One day, I came to my grandmother's house for dinner. I quietly aligned and said, "I have a little secret.

wait a moment

I'll tell you. "She caught it.

In a tense time, I ate a bowl of rice with pickles in one breath. She ran to me and said, "Can you tell me?" I pretended to be serious and said, "You put this

a glass of water

Drink it. "Listen to" glug! Hey! "How much?

The water disappeared. I told her my secret: I chose English.

Class representative

She smiled at me and my heart was filled with joy.

Article 2:

My little secret

I have a little secret. It happened on Christmas Eve.

8. The third grade composition "The Story of My Class Teacher and I" is 200 words.

With a string of crisp and melodious keys, our hearts are always tense. At the other end of the corridor, our beloved class teacher is walking towards the class with brisk and vigorous steps. With long legs, he quickly appeared at the door. Teacher Lu always modestly admits the advantage of long legs. Sometimes in order to highlight the distance between the two places, he would say shyly,' A man with long legs like me has to walk for fifteen minutes. There is always a sense of pride in his eyes when he speaks. Because of the sigh of the underground classmates, he smiled more brightly. Speaking of smiles, I have to mention Teacher Lu's trademark smile. When I first met him, I felt that compared with many class teachers, he was the only one who was different. He greeted people with a smile. His smile is unique and varied. Sometimes he just pursed his lips and smiled kindly, revealing two shallow dimples. Sometimes he is so amused that he almost laughs from ear to ear. However, due to the need to maintain the serious image of the head teacher, we should not be too presumptuous, and there will be a strange expression on our face that looks very angry and Gherardini, which makes people laugh. In fact, this iconic smile is a well-known weapon, which can charm thousands of women at no cost. I didn't take it for granted at first, until one day, my mother secretly asked me,' Does anyone in your class regard Mr. Lu as an idol? This sentence made me mindless, but it finally made me understand that Mr. Lu's charm is really influential. Of course, my mother hit the nail on the head, and there are many little girls in our class. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the lover, and his eyebrows exude unique charm in his heart. However, when Mr. Lu walked into the classroom with a smile when there were five minutes left in the evening self-study class, we were in pain. He always starts with "simply saying a few points", and unconsciously talks about all kinds of irrelevant topics, and sometimes chats with his classmates very enthusiastically. Unconsciously, the bell rang suddenly, but our dear class teacher didn't want to stop at all. Although we are very happy to listen to his humorous speech, the frolicking sound outside the window has taken our hearts away. Sometimes, Mr. Lu will also show the necessary characteristics as a competent class teacher, that is, cunning. Sometimes he will quietly enter through the back door and walk carefully without making any noise until he comes to your side and looks around with serious eyes. Finally, there was no inappropriate voice in the class, and he slowly walked out of the class door. However, he didn't really leave, but walked around the corridor, leaned against the frosted glass window and carefully observed the movement in the class. At night, the moonlight shines on the corridor, and a dim sound shadow is faintly reflected on the glass window, which is very scary.

9. The story of me and Teacher X, 300 words.

The story that happened between me and my teacher.

In contact with the teacher, it is like a bright sky; Everything that happened was like a little star twinkling. One of the stars is the brightest: it happened in my first grade. One day at noon, I went home for dinner. On the way, I felt sick in my stomach, and then I stumbled home. I couldn't even eat any more. My mother saw that I had a terrible stomachache and quickly carried me to the hospital. It was already 2 o'clock when I arrived at the hospital, and it was 3: 30 when I registered, saw a doctor and got medicine. School is over. I thought, "That's it. I don't know my homework yet. How to pay it tomorrow? " Besides, I didn't ask the teacher for leave. What should I do? "After returning home, I want to call my classmates to ask, but I can't find the phone book. Alas, it's all my fault for being so forgetful at ordinary times. Tomorrow morning, I come to school with anxiety. In the second class, the teacher said face to face, and whoever was told would take out his homework. I thought, "That's it, I will be criticized. "More and more people are calling, and the classmate in front of me has arrived. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for my name to be called. Three minutes passed and the teacher didn't speak. Five minutes passed, and the teacher finally spoke: "XX, come up! "Oh, it wasn't me, wasn't it ... After class, I gently walked into the teacher's office and explained why I didn't hand in my homework and didn't ask for leave. The teacher kindly said to me," It doesn't matter. The reason why the teacher didn't call you face to face is because I knew you would take the initiative to apologize to me, right? ""Yes, "I replied." But don't forget to ask for leave when you are sick in the future! ""OK, I see, teacher. Thank you. "At noon, the teacher used the rest time to make up for the class I left behind yesterday. At that moment, I listened very carefully. At that time, I saw that the teacher was not as strict as usual, but became more gentle. Although it was a small matter, it left a deep impression in my heart. Teachers are like hardworking gardeners cultivating our seedlings. Teachers give us too much. I will remember every word the teacher said, and I will always remember the tolerance the teacher gave me.

10. composition me and my teacher (the teacher strictly requires about 200 words in class)

Miss Cheng Yanjun is our head teacher. He is a versatile teacher. No matter how difficult the problem is, he can always solve it. Mr Cheng Can teaches any subject. In the third grade, he served as the math and English class in our class. In the fourth grade, he became our head teacher and also taught Chinese, science, morality and society, music, art and other courses. In order to make us develop in an all-round way, Mr Cheng also taught us to beautify the classroom by paper cutting and to exercise in Tai Ji Chuan.

Teacher Cheng is very concerned about all of us. When we find out who is sitting incorrectly and whose eyes are too close to the book, we will correct them in time. Last Wednesday, I was having a music class when I suddenly had a stomachache. Teacher Cheng called my father immediately, but when I couldn't get in touch, he took me to the hospital in person and paid the medical expenses. At that time, I was moved to tears. Mr. Cheng thought I was crying only because of my stomachache. Teacher Cheng has been heartbroken for our safety. This summer vacation, the Zhanghe River was flooded. Mr. Cheng braved the strong wind and heavy rain, went door to door to inform our classmates not to play in the river, let alone swim in it, and asked parents to take good care of their children, which ensured that we left school happily during the summer vacation and returned to school safely after the summer vacation.

It is said that Mr. Cheng's wife and mother are sick, and Mr. Cheng takes care of them very hard every day. But Mr. Cheng still takes good care of us.

Teacher Cheng is really a good teacher. All our classmates love and respect him very much!

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