I study in Fengle Primary School, and I like math teachers and Chinese teachers best. They taught me the truth of being a man. It is very hard for them to give us lessons every day. After each class, they must drink several glasses of water. Seeing them working so hard, I told myself to study hard and not live up to the expectations of our teachers. Therefore, I study hard every day. Once I got 85 points in an exam, the teacher's eyes showed disappointment. I feel very ashamed. So, I vowed to take the exam 100 and give it to the teacher. So that the teacher will not be disappointed. So, I review every night. I must get 100 in the final exam. If so, I really got 100. At this moment, the teacher said to me, "Zhou, you have made great progress. You are my pride." I love my teacher! Teacher Deng Sufang and Teacher Xie.

Composition about Teacher's Day: My good teacher, Miss Zhao, 600 words.

If someone asks me what a good teacher in my mind looks like? A figure in his thirties will immediately come to mind, with a tall figure, black curly hair and a pair of glasses and a delicate face, which looks so gentle. This is my Chinese teacher, Miss Zhao.

Miss Zhao is my Chinese teacher from grade one to grade four, and also our head teacher. She is about 35 or 6 years old and has bright eyes. Whenever one of our classmates wins an award, Miss Zhao's eyes always shine with joy. She wears a pair of glasses on her high nose. Sometimes she doesn't wear them. When she wears them, she looks like a doctor. When she doesn't wear them, she looks like a mother.

Her Chinese class is lively and interesting, which attracts us restless "little monkeys". I remember once talking about Prometheus stealing fire. Teacher Zhao found a prop similar to the "torch" and asked the students to play Prometheus and bring the torch to the world. Besides, let's ask Prometheus why he brought the torch to this world. In the process of interaction, we learned the text, which was very impressive and interesting.

I remember once, I fell while playing with my classmates and hurt my knee. Miss Zhao, like her own child, helped me clean the wound seriously, applied medicine carefully and looked at her loving and anxious eyes. I seem to have used painkillers for my knee, and the pain has eased a lot. Another time, because I missed a class with a fever, Teacher Zhao used her lunch break to help me with my lessons, so that I could "catch up" with my classmates in time.

Miss Zhao has a broad mind, big enough to accommodate every "naughty boy" in our class. But, but, don't look at Miss Zhao, who is usually affectionate to us. Once we make a mistake, Miss Zhao will become very strict. First of all, she will wrinkle thin arch eyebrows and start a "why?" How's it going? "The bombardment", and then bent down fine eyebrow, earnestly reason, everyone is convinced.

This is Miss Zhao. We all like her very much. Like her mother, she cares about us with love, supervises us with stern eyes and convinces us with persuasive reasons. She is so kind to us that we can't help loving and respecting her from the bottom of our hearts. Like to be persuasive and tireless. Dear Miss Zhao, you are a good friend of all of us and a good teacher in my mind.

Composition about Teacher's Day: My fashion teacher, Mr. Zhuo, 550 words.

Grass, open the door of spring; Flowers, open in summer; Fruitful, open the door of autumn; Leng Xue, open in winter; Teacher, open the door of wisdom. And my head teacher, Mr. Zhuo, opened our hearts with her new ideas.

Our class is a famous naughty class in the whole school. Teacher Zhuo is young and playful, but he still has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of educating us naughty boys. Can this be done? Don't say, Mr. Zhuo is really good at it. Since last semester, under the guidance of Mr. Zhuo, the naughty boy in our class has become more sensible, his interest in learning has also increased, and there are fewer people who play tricks in class. ...

Teacher Zhuo is also a fashionista. Not only is her dress novel and gives people a trendy feeling, but her education method is also unique. She doesn't use the sea tactics, but arranges homework selectively according to the difference of each student's learning level. For example, those with poor foundation should master the most basic knowledge firmly, those with medium foundation should read more books to improve their level, and those with excellent foundation should strengthen their reading and writing skills. Not only is she unique in teaching, but she also has a unique way to deal with students' mistakes. No, it is a common phenomenon that students are addicted to games now, which will make teachers and parents anxious. However, Mr Zhuo Ke patiently enlightened us like a psychologist. To this end, he specially held a class to debate on the theme of "Should students play games", so that we can express our views freely. We were tit for tat, and the scene was both warm and intense. Through this debate, we know how to play, when to play and what games to play. We think Mr. Zhuo is like our friend and approachable. "The stars shine in the quiet night ..." A melodious song sang our love for the teacher. Teacher's Day is coming, and I use this article to express my respect for teachers. Thanks to Mr. Zhuo and every teacher for their kindness.

About the teacher's composition: I love my teacher 650 words.

Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing the movement of people, which is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that nurtured him; Because of gratitude, there is this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there is sincere friendship. Because gratitude makes us understand the true meaning of life. I want to thank the teacher.

As the saying goes, "silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will cry dry every night." Isn't this the best poem for a teacher?

Teachers are disseminators of human civilization. It is the teacher who teaches us the truth of being a man, helps us master scientific and cultural knowledge and skills, and takes us to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Teachers are engineers of the human soul.

I love teachers because they have a heart as bright as gold. When we failed, the teacher swelled our sails; When we succeed, the teacher shares the joy of success with us; When we make mistakes, the teacher patiently and carefully sets the course for us; When we are proud of our small achievements, teachers are our sober medicine. The teacher is not only our mentor, but also our most sincere friend.

In fact, the joy of being a teacher is beyond words. I deeply feel that teachers are more eternal than candles, illuminating others and subliming themselves. Even if it's compared to "spring silkworm", it's all silk and not dying. Silkworms become pupae, pupae become moths, and moths breed and hatch silkworm babies, which is endless ... What a picture! And sometimes that long "picture scroll" is a "poetry collection" that integrates narrative and lyric.

As President Tao Xingzhi said, "If you come with a heart, you will go without grass." Teachers are such people.

We have endless words of gratitude to our teachers. When we receive more knowledge with heavy harvest, we know that the teacher is a candle, which burns itself out and illuminates others. Our little growth is inseparable from teachers, and our progress condenses the hard work and hard work of teachers. In this autumn harvest season, let the autumn wind send our heartfelt congratulations to our dear teacher! So I love my teacher, his selflessness, his profound knowledge, his brave dedication and his approachability.

In a word, I love my teacher.