She is reading a thick book, staring at the page, just like a bee sucking nectar, looking so focused. Xiao Fei sat in his seat, writing and writing. There seems to be a steady stream of spring water flowing out of his pen. In less than one class, I actually wrote a composition.
Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem. Whenever I do my homework, the nib rustles, as if a bird is singing to me, and as if to encourage me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely."
She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared. She recited in cadence, with beautiful tone, beautiful expression and moving seat.
He is a naughty boy. He reads too fast and crackles like a fried peanut. Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, and her voice was crisp and nice. Even the sunshine is fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom through the window and left it on her book, which she didn't want to leave for a long time.
I read this book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass. She got into the sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time.
He managed to pull himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, like flying; Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper. He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, except for the rustling of pens on the paper.
Students sit in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, just like dozens of flowers blooming quietly under the watering of hard gardeners.
2. The second volume of the fifth grade describes a person's composition in 200 words. I have a bosom friend named XXX. She has watery eyes and long hair. Under her dignified nose, there is a pair of glib mouths.
I remember once, our class had to take a piece of math paper, area and drawing, and use a ruler. I don't have my ruler. What can I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. So I borrowed someone else's. But they all have only one ruler. Suddenly, I used my quick wits and thought xxx had two rulers, so I borrowed them from her. She lent me a new ruler and used a ruler with an unclear size. After the exam, I went to see her and returned the ruler to her. However, she had already disappeared in the crowd.
What a good classmate! From then on, I began to like her, like her noble quality and broad mind.
3. Write a 200-word composition. When you step into the school gate and meet the challenge of knowledge, who will teach you to study? Who patted you on the shoulder and praised you when you got good grades? Who will touch your hair and point out your shortcomings when your grades are not satisfactory? It's the teacher
The teacher has a pair of unique hands.
The math teacher's hand is as magical as a magician, and it can be like magic. The combination of+,-,* and ÷ and 10 Arabic numerals into countless formulas has created infinite charm, introduced us naive children into the ever-changing knowledge hall, and the math teacher has cultivated our thinking ability with these hands.
Chinese teacher's hand can write neat pinyin letters, let us know new words; Can write beautiful Chinese characters, let's imitate and practice; Can write vivid and fluent sentences, so that we can read aloud and learn ... Chinese teachers provide us with rich spiritual food with hard-working hands and cultivate our reading ability, composition ability and language ability.
The art teacher's hands are amazing. You can "pick" spring flowers in winter; In summer, you can "pick" the fruits of autumn; The beautiful scenery in the distance can also be "moved" to a piece of white paper at any time ... The art teacher cultivated our aesthetic interest with dexterous and magical hands.
Ah, the teacher has a pair of selfless hands! Winter: The teacher's hands are red with cold, and he corrects our homework. It's so serious. Midsummer: In the scorching sun, the teacher came to the classroom without wiping the sweat from his face, and still worked on the blackboard with his hardworking hands. ...
Teacher's hand! Like a superb sculptor, he is smart, magical and full of wisdom. I praised the teacher's hand.
4. Character description composition (200 words) My math teacher
There are three math teachers in my primary school, and now Teacher Luo is teaching me.
Teacher Luo is quite tall. Her hair is light yellow with some curly hair at the back. She has big eyes, her nose is neither flat nor upturned, and her mouth is neither too big nor too small. Teacher Luo usually wears earrings. Because Miss Luo is beautiful, she can wear anything and fashionable clothes.
Teacher Luo is still very young, but she is particularly responsible for us. There are always mistakes in doing problems in our class. Because there is not enough time, we can't explain them in class. But the teacher will ask those students who make mistakes to stay after school, and then explain patiently until they understand. Some of those students will complain that they left themselves too late. Don't they know that teachers stay at school, too? Isn't this a waste of teachers' time? The teacher will explain it to you because he cares about you, doesn't he?
Once, when we finished our homework at school, Mr. Luo walked to see how our homework was done. If someone can't, he or she will tell him or her. The classroom is quiet, and what I am doing is almost finished. I didn't expect a trip to come halfway-I couldn't do a topic, so I racked my brains to think that more than half of the manuscript was listed, but I still couldn't do it. Just as I was thinking hard, Teacher Luo came over and asked softly, "What's the matter? Is there a problem you can't do? " I nodded, so she moved the book over there. After reading the topic, she picked up the pen, opened the draft book, gently crossed the topic and told me gently. After that, I was enlightened, and my thoughts were like a turned-on faucet, which was out of control. After the topic was finished, Teacher Luo looked at my formula and said, "Do you understand now?" I nodded, and she went to check the homework of other students. ...
Teacher Luo is like this, being serious and responsible for his students. The figure she bent down to explain will be imprinted on my mind forever.
In my heart
5. The composition describing characters and details in the fifth grade is more than 2 10 words. My mother is thirty-four, tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age. There is one thing I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball.
I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's too hot, I want to eat popsicles. "
Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy popsicles." Then he took out his wallet and took me to buy it.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a 50 yuan bill from her bag and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home. When I got home, my mother counted the money back and said to herself, "Oh, no! A * * * is 7 yuan, how to find 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused, so they go to 2 yuan.
Mom, can I have two yuan? "My mother gave me a hard look and said angrily," We should return the extra two yuan, and we should not covet petty advantages. Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles. "
Say that finish 2 yuan money back to somebody else. When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed, thinking about things during the day.
I suddenly understood that being a man should start from bit by bit, and I can't do things that are sorry for people because of the cheapness in front of me. I really admire my mother and love her more.
6. Works depicting characters. Someone I know best.
It was she who nourished the delicate flowers of our motherland. She is like an industrious gardener, nurturing our growth and teaching us knowledge. She is of medium height, with curly brown hair, a white oval face and a pair of glasses on her high nose, which cover her calm and bright eyes. There is also a glib tongue and a pair of sensitive ears. She's easy to get in, and she's very careful in class. When giving lectures, she often uses life examples or some historical stories to analyze difficult problems, so that we can learn knowledge while listening to stories, which makes me never tire of listening.
Once, a classmate whispered in class and was found by her. At that time, she was writing on the blackboard. I don't know how she found it Maybe her ears really look like ears. That classmate was punished by her, but I could see that the classmate didn't want to stand up. Yes, who wants to be criticized by the teacher? But facing her, he stood up helplessly.
Every moment, she worries about us day and night: in the middle of the night, we have entered a sweet dream, but she corrects her homework in the bright moonlight and weak light; During the day, she stood on the podium and led us into the ocean of knowledge and swam in the ocean of knowledge. She carefully spread every seed to us, let it sprout, blossom and bear fruit, bearing a string of huge, full and sweet fruits ... Who is she? Needless to say, you already know that she is the person we admire and know best-the teacher.
7. Diary describing the characters: 200 words nagging grandma. My grandma is 58 years old this year. She is of medium height and always likes to wear a brown coat and a green apron around her waist.
Those wrinkled eyes. Whenever she smiles, she smiles from ear to ear. At this time, you can see that there are only a few "guards" left in her mouth-front teeth.
My grandmother is a lovely nag. Once she nags, she never stops. Grandma's nagging is accompanied by growth, but I still like her nagging. Although grandma likes nagging, I never hate her.
Once, grandma went out shopping and came back a little late. At home, grandpa said a few words to grandma, and grandma took pains to start chanting. "Shopping today is really tired! There was another traffic jam on the road, and I finally bought so many things. You didn't help me, but I'm exhausted from making this old woman do so many things. Now that I am old, I can't do anything well. I came back late today. I wanted to come back for a hot meal, but you didn't do anything. I have to do it myself. A family can do anything, and I don't know when I will be tired! At this time, my sister came back from school with her schoolbag on her back.
I did my homework for a while and clamored to watch TV. Grandpa didn't allow me, and grandma came out to help me: "Son, you should focus on your study!" " "You are only grade three, and you have to go to junior high school, high school and university. There is still a long way to go! What should I do if I don't study hard and have no knowledge and can't go to college when I grow up? Nowadays, college students never watch TV. No wonder people study so well.
Finish your homework, read books, review your lessons, do exercises, study hard, and then learn TV, do you hear? My sister had already blocked her ears tightly, and when she saw that grandma was gone, she took out the cotton stuffed inside and said, "What an old horse!" " "Grandma began to nag when she heard this sentence. If you don't listen to grandma, you are not a good boy. There is some truth in what your Excellency said. You should listen to adults. After listening, my sister had to bury her head in the pile of books reluctantly and continue her study.
Advice when most needed is least heeded. Grandma is a little nagging, but that nagging poured her feelings for us.
I hope grandma's nagging will accompany me all my life.
8. A 200-word fragment describing characters, five articles, a pair of smart ears, a pair of bright eyes, a cherry-like mouth and an amiable smile make up one of my favorite teachers, Miss Zhou. MISS ZHOU's clothes are simple and generous, her hair is fluffy and natural, and she looks very energetic. Miss Zhou is not only beautiful, but also teaches well, especially her magical mouth and eyes. My deskmate Zhang Jingyi and his classmate Peng Tao are fighting. This road is very narrow. The thing is this: that day, Peng Tao threw a pen from Zhang Jingyi. Zhang Jingyi picked up the pen angrily and threw away Peng Tao's pen. Peng Tao angrily raised the table and pressed it against Zhang Jingyi. At this critical moment, the teacher knew about it and invited them to the office, as severe as the police interrogating thieves. A teacher is like a teacher. Zhang Jingyi and Peng Tao were deeply encouraged and reconciled. This is my favorite teacher Zhou, a very good teacher Zhou (my teacher Zhou). Everyone says that only mothers are good in the world. I think not only mothers are good in the world, but also teachers are as good as mothers.
Teachers are very concerned about our life and study, and are deeply loved by students. In life, you take good care of us. Once, I had a high fever and my parents were not at home. I have a terrible headache and am very scared. Remembering that I used to see meningitis or coma caused by high fever on TV and books, I felt cold and tears flowed down.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and then a familiar voice sounded. Ah! It's you, it's the teacher! You came to my bedside and saw me in tears. You were confused and asked me with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Is it uncomfortable? "I nodded weakly and sobbed and said," I, I, I have a fever and a headache. My parents are not at home, so I can't go to school. "
"Oh, I see. I see you didn't go to school today, and I'm worried about what happened to you, so I'll come to your house and have a look. "
You said, "Then let's do it!" Say, pick me up and leave. "Where to?" I asked anxiously.
"Silly boy, you have to see a doctor when you are sick. Of course we go to the hospital! " You said with a smile. On the way to the hospital, several times, I saw the teacher's tears rolling down from my forehead, and I couldn't move my back. I whispered to you: "teacher, if you are tired, please put me down!" " "Who knows, you shook your head and said," No, I'm not tired. I can still carry you. "
At this moment, a warm current flows into my heart, and I secretly say to you in my heart, "Teacher, you are so great! I will study hard and repay you with excellent results! " All day, you have been with me, giving me medicine, peeling fruit, reading and telling stories ... You not only care about us everywhere in your life, but also think of us everywhere in your study. Once, I was on duty, came to school early and walked to the front of the classroom. I was surprised. It turns out that you are struggling to write one by one on the blackboard with chalk and write questions for us. Seeing this big version of the exam, it is obvious that you have been here for a long time. Looking at these Chinese characters, I shed tears unconsciously and thought: Teacher, you are so great! You broke your heart for us. You really worked hard! I will repay you with excellent results! At this time, a picture came to my eyes: it's late at night, the stars and the moon are already asleep, but you are still preparing lessons and changing your homework under the dim light ... aren't there many poems praising you in ancient poetry? Such as: sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently; Pure silkworms will die, and every night candles will cry their wick dry ... Ah! Teacher, you are like an industrious gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
Ah! Teacher, you are like a lighted candle, burning yourself and illuminating us. Ah, teacher, you are so great! (ah! Teacher, you are great. As a sixth-grade student, I have had many teachers, some of whom are: grumpy; Yes: amiable ... but what impressed me the most is the current Chinese teacher. Because of his teaching, I became interested in Chinese.
I remember when the fifth grade started, the new semester began. We have a new Chinese teacher. I heard that the Chinese spoken by the male teacher may not be vivid at all. So I don't care if I change teachers.
With the sound of "bell, bell, bell", the teacher stood in front of the platform, with a textbook in his hand and a smile on his face, and said, "My name is Luo, and I will learn Chinese from you later." As soon as he said it, it made people feel kind. His dark hair and bright eyes sparkled with wisdom, and he was a learned teacher at first glance.
"Please open your textbook. Today we will learn from swallows first. " Teacher Luo finished, turned around and wrote down the title of the text on the blackboard, but the simple words were so beautiful.
"Huimin, read the text." I stood up in a hurry. Due to poor preparation, I am tongue-tied in reading the text, not to mention feeling.
If you were a former Chinese teacher, you must have been trained. Teacher Luo said gently, "The text is too long. If you are not familiar with it in advance, it will be a waste of time if you are familiar with it in class. "
The teacher told me to sit down, and I thought to myself: I am in grade five, and I don't know how to preview. My heart is not practical.
Teacher Luo read the text once and then analyzed it for us. The teacher asked appropriate questions, and the analysis was vivid and convincing.
Suddenly, I didn't expect the Chinese class to pass so quickly. After Chinese class, I suddenly became interested in Chinese.
"How good the teacher is, not fierce at all." Preview the text before going home today. The students are talking about the teacher and class just now. They are very excited.
Teacher, I really want to say to you: "thank you, you taught us the truth of being a man and taught us a lot of knowledge!" " "(My teacher) Who can grow without a teacher? Teachers are gardeners of the motherland; The teacher is the guide to impart knowledge to us; Teachers are ordinary and great engineers. I have a good teacher in my mind.
Everything she said flowed into my heart like a gurgling stream. From grade one to now, many teachers have taught me, but what impressed me the most is the car teacher who teaches me Chinese now.
Although she hasn't taught me for a long time, we have established a deep relationship between teachers and students. Teacher Che is in his thirties, of medium build, with long curly hair and bright eyes embedded under his hair.