The word teacher is the most familiar word in everyone's life. When you were born and became one of the masters of the world, the first teacher was your own mother. From crawling to walking to learning English, my mother's behavior embodies the role of a teacher. In kindergarten, we learned to read, calculate math problems and communicate with teachers simply. Then with the growth of age and grade, we not only learned scientific knowledge from our teachers, but also learned a lot about being a man. Looking back silently, I realized that "the three people walking on the road are not only your teachers, but you can also be other people's teachers." Entering the youth stage, the respect for teachers has greatly doubled. I have no high respect for teachers since I was a child. Compared with other people of my age, I have no chance to be breastfed. I was sent to my grandmother's house as soon as I was born, and I was raised by cattle, sheep and milk. Under the care of my uncle and aunt, I was lucky to survive. I grew up gradually, but I entered kindergarten smoothly without my mother's first class. I have a unique personality. People I don't like don't get close, and classes I don't like (in fact, teachers I don't like) run home alone without any blame. My grandmother, who went to primary school and high school, infiltrated some rules and etiquette into me. Learning is also among the best. Something unexpected happened, and I was taken home on the premise that my grandmother didn't go. I followed the arrangement and came to a strange home and environment. I am not happy now, and I never say a word. My parents are helpless to me! In the new school, I am unfriendly, quarreling with my classmates, not attending classes, and tired of learning. Among all the teachers, there is a Chinese teacher who can best object to me, because my absence from work has become an inertia, but she always bothers me. Her name is Wang Juan. She has a white face and wears a teacher's work clothes. She always smiles when giving lectures. (But she didn't smile at me, I think) I can see that all the students in the class like her class very much. I don't have any deep hatred with her, but under the specific circumstances at that time, her existence annoyed me. No teacher in other classes bothers me and criticizes me. She always gives me problems. At first, I knew I was ashamed. I stood on my seat with a red face, listened carefully to other people's answers, then repeated them and sat down. It has been like this for several days in a row. Later, I just stood there and looked at her. Because of continuing the class, her eyes quickly shifted to other positions, and I was as fierce as if I hated it. If I have the courage, I will choose not to attend her class, but I am afraid, so I dare not. Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and I am used to standing up for Chinese class. One day, we had a composition class. The title on the blackboard is (My dearest mother). She explained the topic and arranged for us to hand it in before class. "Oh, I don't have to stand in class today. I sat there, thinking about my grandmother like no one's watching ... after class, my classmates handed in their homework, and all I could give her was hate eyes. Doesn't she know that I didn't grow up with my parents? How to write without feelings? My mind seems to be seen through by her. She came up to me and said softly, "You can't write a composition? Are there any other difficulties? At this moment, I can't listen to what she is saying at all. I just opened my eyes wide and answered sternly, "I don't like my mother." Instead, she said more kindly, "Then write about the person you like." Her words were heard by her classmates, and everyone cast strange eyes. Tears of hatred finally came down, picked up my schoolbag and shouted, "I don't need your concern!" " "He rushed out. Walking alone in the street is really lonely and scared. I hate this world. I have accepted my childhood without maternal love and grandma's care. Why did the teacher insult me? Walking, my tears dried up and my stomach began to scream. I'm afraid she will complain. If I don't go home early, my parents will definitely look for me. But they all ran out, hey! I was leaning on the concrete platform by the roadside, and someone came up to me quickly. When I couldn't take my eyes off her, I turned and left. She grabbed me and held me in her arms. To tell you the truth, it feels so comfortable. I really have never felt happy. She didn't say anything. She stood up, took my hand and walked to her house. When I arrived at her house, she cooked instant noodles for me, which was particularly fragrant that day. Then she called my home and said that she was making up lessons for me. (White lie) After eating noodles, she carefully wiped my mouth with a towel. I feel a little less disgusted, and I seem to like it. She chatted with me, asked me why I was rebellious, and took out a small mirror from the drawer and explained it to me. I only remember that her main message was "Don't resent anything. God treats everyone fairly. My parents and I should communicate more. She made me smile in the mirror. I am really happy in the mirror. She smiled happily. In the evening, she took me home and told my mother a lot about how easy it is to make mistakes, how dangerous it is, and how to give plutonium armpits. I 5 I 5 I 5 I 2 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I 4 I am afraid to look into my eyes, but I don't need tons of stilbene. I'm willing to fight fir, and I'm going to talk to you: I give you badgers every time, and I give you zinc as a gift. Deng endured the impending pregnancy with a whoosh. 5] 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 硗 Thank you! "yes! Childhood ignorance made me do stupid things, but the past is really the fact that I came out of the trough of my life. I accidentally broke that precious little mirror and glued it together. Although it is not perfect, I found that every fragment can reflect a smile. It turns out that life is so colorful. " Quiet night, the stars are shining, the teacher's window is bright all night ... this song praising the gardener has been replaced by a popular song in the street. I have no right to ask others to do it. I just hope my dear teacher Wang Can can hear me, song for you! A good teacher in my heart, we looked up and a shy little face smiled, only to see him smiling shyly at us. I knew then, teacher! Dew in the morning reflects our smiling faces, accompanied by many childhood steps. Teacher, it turns out that you are also welcoming the new morning. You touch our little head warmly and have a lovely smile on your face. This is what I know about you, teacher. The sound of reading is that you lead us to try this kind of fun. I opened my throat to understand and learn. Facing a small new book, we stared curiously and couldn't wait to touch it. You looked at us and smiled with relief. You told us that books are our good friends. We should be happy to be friends with him. That is, I had a moment of joy and greeted this book with a smile. Then other students were busy greeting books, and the teacher on the platform smiled happily. At that time, I knew that you taught me to study actively, to be friends with books, and to lead us out of our childish childhood with one small step at a time! Time has taken away our feelings about love, but we still study hard, and everything the teacher gives us is for the desire for knowledge. I stared at the little candle. Is that you, teacher? Like a candle, you used up all the light and lit our hopes. I feel the heat. There is still a little light left, you put it out a little. Your life has taught us all the knowledge, and we are flying in such high temperature! The bursts of laughter in the classroom, you gave us the pleasure of knowledge, you told us to pursue that life goal, and you selflessly contributed the torch of life knowledge. The vast sea holds up every little heart, and you light us up. Teacher, I only tell you that those flowers you planted have already bloomed! Every student has his own teacher, who, like his mother, constantly takes care of us, gives us lectures and teaches us to be human. We should respect them and repay them with excellent results. My good teacher's name is General Luo. She has a ponytail on her head and a pair of glasses on her nose. She likes talking, laughing and being friendly. Besides giving us lectures carefully every day, she cares about us as much as her mother. I remember when I was in the second grade, Zyx students in our class unfortunately got leukemia. In the process of seeing a doctor, I sent a letter with two pictures in it. Teacher Luo took the letter and said with emotion, "Students, these are two paintings from Zyx students. She is now treating a disease in Tianjin, and she needs more than a dozen injections every day. Her right hand is too painful to write. This is the painting she drew with her left hand! She misses everyone very much now! " After that, Teacher Luo burst into tears. The whole class began to cry. Since then, Teacher Luo has mobilized everyone to donate money for Zyx students. Teacher Luo took the lead in donating 100 yuan, and the whole class also donated their own pocket money, totaling 1700 yuan. Driven by our class, the whole school also extended a friendly hand and gave its love, and received a total donation of more than 2,000 yuan. Zyx students survived a series of difficulties and condensed the hard work of Teacher Luo! Teacher Luo's every move moved me. Teacher Luo! There will always be someone else in your heart. You will always be our good example and teacher! Teacher Luo not only cares about his classmates in life, but also cares about us in study. In the first grade, I was worried because I was too young and slow to write. Teacher Luo always patiently helps and guides me in my writing, and often asks with concern, "Wjy, have you kept up?" On one occasion, I listened carefully in class and spoke actively. The teacher was very happy to see my progress and asked the whole class to encourage me with warm applause: "Keep working hard! Wjy！” I am very excited to hear the news. With the care of the teacher and the help of my classmates, I finally kept up with the writing speed of my classmates. I praise Teacher Luo, who has made extraordinary achievements in her ordinary post with a three-foot platform as her position. Under her education, we have learned A, O and E, and we can write beautiful compositions and solve difficult exercises, all of which are permeated with the hard work of Teacher Luo. I have endless gratitude and deep blessing to Mr. Luo. When we are full of joy with heavy harvest and fruits of knowledge, we know that Mr. Luo is the eternal road lamp in our hearts and the sun that never sets! I'm looking for it to see if it's useful.

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