1. My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade of primary school.
Look, when we make mistakes, she will reason with us. Look, when we have a problem, he will explain it to us seriously. Look, when we win the football match, he will be as happy as us. You should know who it is, right? She is me, xu teacher. My teacher is a good teacher. Why do you ask? Take martial arts practice as an example! Every year we have this martial arts competition, and the teacher will let us practice his most precious time in self-study class and Chinese class. When we do something wrong, she will talk and guide one by one. Every day, we go back to school at the latest. When we won the first prize, our class was very happy and I was very depressed. When our class wins the first prize, the teachers will be very calm. I think xu teacher should set an example for all of us. Don't be proud, happy or complacent when things happen. We should be modest.
Just the second martial arts competition, we continue to train as we did the first time. As a result, who knows that we won the first place this time, but this time we are not as excited as before, but as calm as the teacher. Teacher, seeing us like this, the teacher's face showed a smile.
I know from this matter whether a teacher works hard or not, which can be seen from us.
My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade.
My Chinese teacher is Miss Deng. I love her very much. She wears a pair of glasses and has short hair. Sometimes she is kind and sometimes she is strict.
When we did well in the exam, or made progress in our studies, she smiled and praised us, narrowing her eyes into a line, which looked good. But when we don't do our homework seriously or pay attention to the lecture in class, she will seriously criticize us and ask us to correct our mistakes immediately. At this time, we are all afraid of her and never dare to disobey us again.
I remember once, for fun, I made my homework ugly. She called me to the office and said angrily, "Cheng Huan, how can you write this homework so ugly and how can you be careless in your study!" " "My face turned red. I quickly and seriously redone my homework under the supervision of my teacher, who is a strict person.
My teacher is very strict, but sometimes she is very kind. I remember one day, I was playing with my classmates and accidentally scratched my scalp. The teacher quickly brought tea oil and cotton swabs from the office to help me smear the wound carefully. At this time, I feel that the teacher is just like my mother.
My teacher is really a good teacher! I love my teacher!
My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade.
Miss Xia is my math teacher. As long as he comes to class, it's like having a nightmare. Everyone wants to jump out of the window, so we like him very much. He has a round forehead, a talking mouth, fierce light from time to time in god-like eyes, heavy breathing from his nose, short hair standing on his head like a thorn, and a hair on the back of his head was shaved into a circle, like a moon.
Every time in math class, many students have to pretend to be absorbed and listen with relish. If a classmate doesn't listen, the teacher just picks up a piece of chalk from the chalk box and throws it at the classmate with one eye narrowed. The classmate shouted at once. We listen to the sound and look at the sound. That classmate has lowered his head and started listening again.
Once, a classmate didn't do his homework, and the teacher found out and went to the classmate with a straight face. He kept scolding him, and his face got wet at once.
That's why we are so afraid of him coming to class.
My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade.
I have a funny and serious Chinese teacher. His face is from China, with small eyes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose. His skin is yellow, but there are many small pimples on it. Once in class, I was talking to my deskmate and was found by the Chinese teacher. His eyes stared fearfully at me and my deskmate. At this time, I feel that I am going to be "electrified" into a black man.
But my Chinese teacher is sometimes very interesting. For example, when we talk in class, my Chinese teacher will say, "classmate, do you want me to become a thief?" You thieves are so blatant! He smiled, so did the teacher, and then snapped, "Do you want me to teach you a lesson?" Shut up if you want, or get out if you don't want to hear it! "I think: my Chinese teacher will change his face too much. I think he should be a face-changing teacher.
Another time, when he came back from a meeting in Dongtai, he saw that we were all resting and even a needle fell to the ground. The teacher looked at it and said, "am I in the wrong class?" If I don't make mistakes, my heart is as sweet as eating honey! "
This is our Chinese teacher, funny and serious enough to make people leave this place. He is Miss Liu Xiaodong.
My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade.
When I was growing up, there were many selfless teachers. My favorite teacher is Cui, who gives me confidence and care. I have always been timid, afraid to raise my hand to speak, and I dare not raise my hand to answer questions because I am afraid that others will laugh at me if I don't say it well. Until one day in Chinese class, Teacher Cui asked a question, looked around and called my name, so I had to stand up and say the answer. Because I was so nervous, I didn't have the next sentence when I said the last sentence. The original complete sentence made me stutter. Teacher Cui said to me, "Don't worry, speak slowly." Hearing the teacher's encouraging words, my uneasy heart gradually calmed down and became fluent. At this moment, the teacher smiled and nodded at me. After each class, I will raise my hand to speak as long as it is the topic of the meeting.
Teacher Cui takes good care of me. Once when I was reading early, my stomach suddenly hurt. Then I got a stomachache and threw up all over the floor. The teacher hurried to my side and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" Then I gently touched my forehead with my hand, feeling if I had a fever, and asked several classmates to pour me water and clean the ground. Seeing this scene, I was so moved that I could not speak.
Thank you, my dear Miss Cui.
6. My teacher wrote 350 words in the third grade of primary school.
When I was just three years old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. I remember that my mother woke me up early that day and said to me, "Hui Hui, get up and go to school!" " "Then, I put on new clothes and prepared a big breakfast. I had a delicious breakfast, put on my new schoolbag and left home. Five or six minutes later, I arrived at the kindergarten. There are already many children in the kindergarten, some are eating and some are crying. My mother gave me to the kindergarten teacher, and I clung to my mother's hand and cried all the time. The teacher patiently said to me, "don't cry, don't cry, I'll take you to play." "Just picked me up. I kept crying in my teacher's arms. The teacher hugged him and played with other children.
After a few days, I met many children: swinging, sitting on the slide, playing the game of the eagle catching the chicken. Gradually I got used to it and stopped crying. The teacher tells us stories every day and teaches us to count, read, draw, sing and dance. Care about us more than our mother, love us, let us understand and grow up every day.
Thank you, dear teacher! You have worked hard! I will never forget what you have done for me. I will study hard and strive for better grades to repay you, my first teacher.