My Chinese teacher's eighth grade composition 1 There are countless teachers who have taught me in recent years, but what impressed me most is my third grade Chinese teacher Dong Yan.
Teacher Dong Yan was very old when she taught us, but she still got along well with us like a child. The teacher's Chinese teaching is very good Many teachers in our school go to him for advice. She can make this topic easy to understand without our understanding. He is amiable and approachable, and his clothes are simple and dignified.
Teacher Dong is also a good class teacher. There is a fight in our class. I don't know who tipped off the teacher. When we face the teacher, we feel scared and uneasy. But what I didn't expect was that Mr. Dong said that I wouldn't allow anyone to snitch in the future, which would make the classmates disunited. I just know that Mr. Dong is a teacher who won't be partial to others.
Teacher Dong gave us a Chinese lesson. He asked someone to answer a question. The whole class was silent, and no one raised their hands. Only I bravely stood up and answered the question. After the answer, the teacher praised me and asked my classmates to applaud me. I was really proud at the time. Since then, I have become an example to learn.
What impressed me the most was going to play with some good friends where Teacher Dong lived. Teacher Dong's home is at school. When I arrived at the teacher's house, I saw the teacher eating. He was eating Wowotou. Let's ask the teacher. Teacher: Why do you eat Wowotou? The teacher said: You don't know how hard life was before. The good life now is bought with the hard life before, and it is hard to come by! So cherish it now. After the teacher finished speaking, I went to the teacher's room to visit those things. I suddenly saw a very beautiful crystal box. I asked the teacher: Is this bought? The teacher said: no, it was given to me by my former students. Look, there are some more in the back! Really, I saw a lot of presents piled up on the table. Everyone seems to be very grateful to Mr. Dong.
Once, we finally couldn't help but miss Mr. Dong. I went to my alma mater with several classmates to see my teacher, but I didn't see him. I still don't know if the teacher has retired. I really miss Miss Dong.
Teacher, I will always remember you and never forget your kindness to my education.
My Chinese teacher is in her forties this year. Although years have left marks on her face, she is not indifferent to our education. She is really a good teacher. She not only teaches us endless knowledge, but also teaches us how to be a man.
I remember it was in the fifth grade. One day, after the teacher came into the classroom with a dozen papers under his arm, he was silent for a while and looked at us quietly. "Hey? The teacher didn't hand out the test paper to each of us. What is this? " Each of us stood there with a straight face, and the storm was coming. Then, the teacher breathed a sigh of relief and said kindly to us, "Let's play a game, shall we?" Hearing this, the students cheered at once. "Please come with me and watch carefully." She cut off the pieces of chalk and gave them to the students, only to see her grinding the chalk into powder with a pointer. We also started to take action, some wrapped the chalk in a piece of paper and squeezed it under the chair, making the chair "Mao Mao" scream; Some press on the table and roll on it with a pen. In a short time, a small pile of chalk powder will be done!
Then, the teacher said mysteriously, "Let's start making up." "oh! God, no, use chalk powder as cosmetics? " Just as we were wondering, I saw the teacher dip his finger in "cosmetics" and then wipe it on his face. At this time, the students didn't care so much, and began to scribble, some became gigolo, some became white, and some became foreigners. But when I look at the teacher again, there is nothing on my face. Is there something wrong? I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but there was still nothing. The teacher seems to see our question. Raised his voice: "Look at this! Draw it again. " As he spoke, he dipped his finger in powder and applied it to his face, but it still didn't work. Huh? What the hell is going on? When the teacher saw that we were still puzzled, he told the truth. It turned out that the teacher dipped his forefinger and wiped it with his middle finger. When the students shouted, the teacher said meaningfully, "What was the teacher's request just now? This is the consequence of not being serious. I hope everyone can learn from this activity. " Alas! Look at my brain. At first, the teacher said to observe carefully. Who is to blame?
This is our teacher! Through this game, we learned to do things seriously. Until now, I still remember it vividly.
My Chinese teacher Grade 8 Composition 3 I have a Chinese teacher whose seriousness, happiness and self-confidence will never be forgotten in my mind.
My Chinese teacher, surnamed Zhang Mingjiao, is the vice principal of the school, but there is no shelf in front of us. She plays games with us after class, just like a child who hasn't grown up yet. She is tall, thin and beautiful.
Teacher Zhang likes to play jokes on us. Once in a Chinese class, the teacher taught us to correct a sick sentence. She taught us the method first, and then showed us a sick sentence for a classmate to correct. The classmate corrected it, and it was still a sick sentence. Teacher Zhang joked, "Your doctor was infected before this patient was cured." We burst into laughter and our stomachs hurt. The classmate stood there awkwardly. Teacher Zhang walked over, touched his head and said with a relaxed expression, "Nothing, go down, but the method is not taught well." The teacher continued to teach us until everyone understood.
Although Miss Zhang likes to play jokes on us, her attitude towards homework is extremely serious, because in her opinion, if a classmate's homework is not done well, it means that he is not listening carefully in class. No matter what homework teacher Zhang treats, it is a word, strict! Her strictness lies in the number of words and papers. If you think your handwriting is very good and pleasing to the eye, you may not get in the exam with Teacher Zhang. She will find fault in an egg, saying that some of your strokes are not well written and the bookshelf structure is not beautiful ... just like wolves eat sheep and choose varieties. If your handwriting crawls like an ant, you are finished. Teacher Zhang will criticize in public without mercy: "Is your chicken running around in the exercise book?" Why are chicken paw prints everywhere in the article? Rewrite! "She angered the scribbler severely." If you don't pay attention, you will be punished twice. "Under her strict requirements, no one dares to treat homework carelessly.
Although teacher Zhang is very strict, I know she is doing it for our own good. It is under the guidance of teacher Zhang that my handwriting is standardized.
Later, I transferred to another school and left Mr. Zhang. However, at any time, Mr. Zhang is the compass in my heart, which makes me clear the direction. She is also a beacon in my eyes, guiding me forward all the time.
I have had many teachers, but my favorite Chinese teacher is the one who has taught us since the third grade.
She is humorous and often tells a joke or a short story when she is talking, which makes my boring Chinese class very interesting.
It was this teacher who made me fall in love with classics. The teacher probably wants us to inherit Confucius' cultural knowledge and copy the blackboard at the back, so we have to copy it meticulously. Of course, no one can understand the ancient prose, and there is translation behind it. Of course, there is nothing to see on the blackboard in the back. As long as there is Chinese morning reading, the teacher will lead us to read it again. As soon as the teacher reads it, he will be full of pride. Without blinking, his hands will move with his mouth. In this way, the teacher also drives us up, and we cooperate seamlessly with the teacher, which is very tacit.
Once we read that Confucius said, "Zuo Qiuming is ashamed, Qiu is ashamed of hiding grievances and making friends with him, Zuo Qiuming is ashamed, and Qiu is also ashamed." The teacher reads it to us several times in rhythm first, so let's learn to read well according to her rhythm. When we all read it out smoothly, she calmed us down and said with satisfaction, "Son, you are immersed in such an atmosphere, and I feel that you are alone." Watching us sit up straight after being praised, she happily explained to us: "This Analects of Confucius talks about rhetoric, pretending to be very good, and being condescending is too much. This kind of person is shameful, keeping resentment in his heart, but pretending to be friendly on the surface. Such people are shameful. "At this point, even the students who can't sit still in class listened carefully. The more the teacher talks, the more excited he becomes. His face is reddish and his spirits are flying, just like a general who came back from winning the battle. " Don't fall behind the previous group. These people are mean people and shameful people. "Finally, the teacher said earnestly," We should all be frank gentlemen! "
At first, I didn't like these ancient books in China, because they were so thick that I had a headache without pictures. But I like classical Chinese very much now, because our teacher Zhao tells every classic vividly, and from time to time she also tells her own understanding, turning classical Chinese into interesting stories, so that we can't wait to hear the next one after listening to this one.
I like my Chinese teacher, she is full of knowledge, she has God's eyes and she tells interesting stories.
My Chinese teacher Grade 8 Composition 5 My Chinese teacher is funny, earnest, kind and responsible ... the best Chinese teacher I have ever seen!
When I first met Mr. Huang at the beginning of school, my small body gave people a domineering momentum. I walked in the corridor, with clear footsteps and short clean and lovely brown hair. I was looking at the scenery outside the window and was instantly attracted by the charm of Teacher Huang. "Hello, my name is Huang, and I teach you Chinese!" I just met her for the first time, and the brief and powerful self-introduction made my affection for her rise rapidly.
In the first class, Mr. Huang did not give us the text in the textbook, but introduced himself to us like a friend and got to know each of us. Let's introduce the meaning or origin of our names. We are all interested and actively involved. "My name is Bai Xue, and I was born on a snowy day ..." "My name is Yu Xuan, which means imposing ..."
After more than a year of familiarity, I was deeply impressed by Mr. Huang. She can not only make Chinese class very interesting, but also make us study Chinese seriously. Although Miss Huang is usually cheerful, she is very serious in class and serious when she is serious. "Xiao Zhang, stand up and read the paragraph I just said!" Her slightly reproachful voice resounded through the class and suddenly became extremely quiet. However, Xiao Zhang stood up trembling and could not speak. Xiao Zhang, who was whispering in class, became our negative textbook. Everyone read books carefully for fear of being suddenly attacked.
Every weekend, Mr. Huang will assign composition homework. I write carefully every time, expecting her wonderful comments at the back of the composition, perhaps suggestions for revising the composition, perhaps a few words of praise and encouragement, or a few light and short chat messages. Every time I see her comments, I will be very happy, and I will seriously modify the areas that need improvement. Gradually, I fell in love with writing. I didn't even write enough words when I first entered school. Now I write longer and longer, and my composition score is getting higher and higher.
"Liu, what about your homework? Are you lazy again? " "Xiao Wang, why don't you copy the questions?" She will never change her attitude towards a person because of her academic performance, but in her eyes, she must not tolerate a lazy student.
Time is still quietly passing, and our Chinese class is still going on section by section. "North Xu Gong, the beauty of qi also. Who wrote Cai? Please stand up! " Look, Miss Huang is getting tough again.
My Chinese teacher's eighth grade composition 6 "Hey, your hairpin is so chic." "Yes, it looks good." "I heard that there is a ball game in Class Two in the afternoon. Will you go and see it? " "Very good." The students were talking noisily, unaware that the bell was ringing, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time. I was just about to stand up and take charge of discipline when the class suddenly became quiet and I could hear the sound of a needle falling. I really doubt whether there is something wrong with my ears. Just as I was wondering, a familiar figure appeared at the door of the classroom-it turned out to be Teacher Shen.
Miss Shen is our Chinese teacher. She has reached the age of knowing her destiny, and her teaching experience is very scary. Her hair is slightly curly, revealing a unique kindness and kindness. A pair of eyes always makes people feel the warmth of a mother. Miss Shen is not tall and always smiles at us. Her easy-going and tolerant teaching style is unforgettable.
I remember that teacher Shen had just taught us at that time. On one occasion, Mr. Shen assigned us to do our homework in class. I am fluent in the last question, but it stumbles me: please describe a small animal. What little animal? By the way, the last article was about hippos. Why don't I just copy it down? Write as you say. After copying, I handed in my homework and confidently waited for the arrival of the big "excellent" word. In the afternoon, I went to help deliver my homework. It happened that the teacher was correcting mine. I panicked when I didn't see the "A". I saw the teacher get up and say to me earnestly, "Hippo is not a small animal, but you are self-righteous. You should write about cats and dogs. " . Don't make this mistake again next time, ok? ""Well ... "I looked down. Although the teacher's reading is not sharp and ironic, it is deeply engraved in my heart. I understand the teacher's painstaking efforts to me, and secretly make up my mind that I will never let the teacher down again.
Not long after this happened, another thing happened, which made me admire the teacher's generosity and understanding. After the final exam, everyone went to get the report card. Some students failed, and I am grateful for the rest of my life. At this moment, Miss Shen came in. She summed up this semester first. Then, she said, "A classmate got 59 points. I'll lend him a penny first, let him live and go home for a good year. Do it well next year and just give it back to me. " The classmate looked at the teacher's flattered appearance, and my admiration for the teacher increased by one point.
This is our teacher Shen, an easy-going, kind and tolerant teacher.
Since the fifth grade, everyone has changed to a new teacher. The teacher's eyes are huge and bright, and there is a big cherry-like lip under his straight nose. His hair is wavy and looks very temperament.
I still remember that on the first day of freshmen's registration in the new semester, the teacher came into the classroom and first gave us a "special" simple self-introduction: "Hello everyone! I am a teacher from grade five to grade six. My name is Jia. At some point, the teacher wrote a word on the blackboard in the classroom-Jia. Then, the teacher asked two students to write two words with the same sound as Jia on the blackboard in front of the classroom, namely "false" and "a".
The teacher said that the first "fake" was fake of fake and inferior products, and the second "A" was A of Party A and Party B. Then the teacher introduced his Jia and said, "My Jia is a surname, but I am a teacher who is worth the money!"
After the teacher finished this sentence, I thought she was very funny. What is even more unexpected is that the teacher also told everyone that "Jia" is still a multi-tone group, pronounced as "G incarnation", and the third sound represents an ancient business person; That's what businessmen do! I thought hard in my mind: I'm still in the fifth grade, and I think I know a lot of words, but Jia [ji m] is pronounced Lan Jia [G incarnation], and I really don't know them. I didn't expect this new teacher, Mr. Jia, to let me remember this word in such a funny way. It's unforgettable! Besides being funny, Mr. Jia's lecture is also very attractive! Before she teaches, she always asks us to tell a story. This story is so beautiful that everyone can't stop listening to it, as if they were there. Look! In the first class, Teacher Jia told us the story of college students in the Ming Dynasty. He has been smart and studious since he was a child. At the age of seven, he was able to write poems and was good at writing ... When everyone was fascinated by sex, Mr. Jia's noise came to an abrupt end. When the students were puzzled, Mr. Jia said, "I'll tell you half of this story and talk about it next class." The bell of "Ding Ding Ding" rang, and the students were preparing to take an early rest. Suddenly, Teacher Jia said, "Let's write a couplet mentioned in last class. Hehehe, Teacher Jia asked us to tell a story in order to better record this couplet. He is an excellent teacher with good intentions! It is so happy to have such a teacher who is both funny and so serious to everyone!
My Chinese teacher, Grade Eight Composition Eight, dressed in snow-white clothes, walked slowly and quickly into our cool classroom. "Please be quiet! Please be quiet "lost to her voice:" Please be quiet. " At first, the cadres in our class had a harsh voice, and the second voice was spoken slowly by Teacher Xing in a calm tone. Wait a minute. Who is she? She is our Chinese teacher! We all call her Miss Xing. She is the head teacher of Class Four, Grade Four. She is also a teacher who teaches us Chinese.
She is a gardener who moistens us with dew and takes us from grade one to grade four hand in hand. She brought us here with her knowledge. When we were in grade one, she called us Pinyin, and she was very careful, fearing that some of us wouldn't. When we were in the second grade, he told us that … it was not until the fourth grade that he began to teach us more advanced knowledge. After a long time, our flowers and plants are even more inseparable from this knowledgeable gardener, who cultivated us into the top four students with the nectar of knowledge.
She is like a candle that never goes out, let us read in the dark. He gave us a study space with his warmth and light, and we studied and read in this space. But he is very concerned about our study life. To learn a kind of knowledge is to fulfill that responsibility. Let us learn well one by one, and he will be satisfied.
We all like her because she comforted us with the warmest words when we were most sad. He gave us patient practice in the most desperate time of learning so that we could understand. After a long time, we can't bear to part with her because she has taught us for four years after all. When we make him angry, we always take the initiative to run to the office and ask him to give us lessons.
The lessons she gave us were not boring, but lively and interesting. Unlike some teachers, she arranged the order of classes before class. This lesson talks about this content, and the next lesson talks about this content ... very orderly.
Another reason why we like him is his humor. In spring outing or other outing activities, she used his humor to turn our boredom in the car into happiness and all the time we went out to play into happy time. It's not boring at all
He is our teacher and our second mother. Let's study hard!
My Chinese teacher is a kind, humorous and experienced "spiritual mentor". A man with spirit, as tall as a bear, is really what his name implies-Mr. Xiong.
He always stands in the aisle, looking at the direction of his "hometown" and thinking deeply: the novels confiscated yesterday look ok, and these students really have a good eye.
Not only does he like to "think about life" in the corridor, but he also likes to knock his forehead with his hand in the office, and he thinks deeply: this novel does live up to my expectations, but it is ok.
Although he seems to be out of the right path every day, he is actually a serious and responsible old teacher with rich teaching experience. I still remember the first Chinese class. He walked into the classroom with a stack of books, big and small, and looked serious. My heart shook. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of my primary school Chinese teacher, which is the same scene. Those six years were spent in fear. But as soon as he spoke, I changed my mind. He looks tall, but he has a sense of humor when he speaks. At that time, his first sentence was: "Students, in this language, your study accounts for 1.5%, and that ability accounts for 1.5%. You can't be too busy doing problems and neglect the cultivation of ability. We should pay more attention to the cultivation of ability in our daily life. Otherwise, you will use your efforts in the wrong place, as if you were the fisherman who fished for three days and dried the net for two days. Despite your efforts, it is still useless. " I can't help but compare the teacher in front of me with my former teacher. Primary school teachers are strict and have rich teaching experience. Mr. Xiong, who is humorous and experienced in teaching, is more like our friend than the sense of distance from the teacher in primary school.
On the schedule, there are two Chinese evening self-study classes every week, as well as math and English classes. I have no hope for these two evening self-study classes, but Mr. Xiong came in and wrote "Reading Class" in big letters on the blackboard, and said, "Students, although swimming in the ocean of topics makes us feel happy, we still have to climb ashore and shake the water from time to time. Everyone can watch these two classes by themselves, as long as they are masterpieces and composition books. " Say that finish and roared off, leaving only cheers in the classroom. Next, we interviewed Mao Zedong with edgar snow; Walk into the world of insects with Fabres; Dive into the seabed with Verne and explore the secrets of the deep sea.
He is our Chinese teacher-Mr Xiong, a burly but humorous old teacher with rich teaching experience.
My Chinese teacher's eighth grade composition 10 When it comes to Chinese teachers, my first impression in my mind is that I am old-fashioned, with a loud voice, clear pronunciation, straight writing and shaking my head when reading. Unfortunately, the Chinese teacher I met completely refreshed my three views.
Although she is thin and small, her aura kills many stars. She always likes to stand there and look at us straight, with bright black hair over her shoulders and always holding one or two homework in her hand, as if she was always looking for two classmates to settle accounts. The eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and the corners of the mouth are always smiling, which looks very "serious". But as soon as she spoke, the original serious image completely disappeared and became a lively girl.
Her words are like sweet pop rock, each word is short but always full of enthusiasm, revealing a trace of joy; Her voice is like a colorful Harry Potter, full of Q-bomb and resilience, with a little teacher's peculiar stubbornness overflowing from sweetness; Her tone is like a strawberry-flavored knowledge stick. The gentle taste spreads slowly in the air, wrapping people up a little bit, as if being soaked in sweet sugar water, which makes people unable to help listening to the class carefully and intoxicated in her language world.
Even if angry, the teacher's critical tone is like a piece of coffee candy, which is bitter first and then sweet, and finally always makes the criticized laugh. I remember that once I secretly talked "happily" with my classmates in class and was caught by the teacher. I saw her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her eyes shone with stern light. Standing beside me, I lit the little red pen in my hand and patted my test paper. A string of marbles jumped out of that clever little mouth. The powerful and sharp criticism made me bow my head in shame and hold my skirt nervously, not daring to say a word. Just when I wanted to apologize, the teacher suddenly smiled and said, "The next time I speak, I will' accept' you, just like accepting a pig in Zhanyun Mountain Cave." I was relieved to see her smile. I nodded like a chicken pecking rice, but I saw my classmates smiling and shrugging. I suddenly paused and felt something was wrong. I turned around and glanced at the teacher who was snickering. I suddenly realized that I suddenly laughed, and my sad mood just now was forgotten.