My teacher
In the three years of campus life, there are many teachers in my memory, and one of them, Mr. Rong, has given me infinite care. That's my math teacher-Miss Wang.
Teacher Wang taught us mathematics and formed a deep affection with his classmates. The students all know how hard she has worked for teaching. She is amiable, simple and generous, and is deeply loved by her classmates.
Miss Wang is a teacher who is strict with his students. Teacher Wang cares about every student. How caring and considerate she is!
Miss Wang, you have worked hard for us. You are like a lamp, illuminating my future. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Miss Wang, I love you!
② A friend's story composition is 200 words.
Some people say that friendship is the greatest happiness in life. And I said that friendship is hard-won and priceless. My good friend Tingting is my kindergarten classmate, and we are inseparable. ...
Once, when I was watching TV at home, Tingting came to my house and said happily, "Xiaoyu, it's snowing outside!" " ""really! "I suddenly stood up." You can't lie to me! "I don't seem to believe it." How can I have leisure time? "She grabbed my hand and rushed out." Wow! "I can't help but sigh," It's really snowing! " I took out two pairs of gloves from my room and said to Tingting, "How about we have a snowball fight?" "What does that have to do with gloves!" She spread her hands out. I said, "Put on gloves, and your hands won't freeze into ice." "Oh!" She nodded her head. We rolled up a little snow, put it in our hands and kneaded it into a ball. I made several snowballs in succession and threw them at Tingting, but Tingting dodged. But I was smashed by her like a snowman. "Look at you! "Tingting sitting on the ground with a smile. That's a beautiful voice. Tingting has never been so happy. Her parents died when she was a child, and my grandmother adopted her. Seeing Tingting laughing so happily, I shook the snow and burst out laughing. Tingting and I were laughing happily in the yard. How crisp and sweet!
Through this incident, I know that friends are places where people can be satisfied, and that friendship is priceless.
(3) a 200-word composition, telling the story of my neighbor's children and me.
I have a kind and hardworking neighbor-Grandma Zhang. Once, I was going to my classmate's house to play and accidentally fell down. Grandma Zhang saw it and quickly helped me up, took me to her house to rest and called me dad. I didn't let me go home until my father came back.
Grandma Zhang is also a cleaner. I can see her busy figure every day. Ah, you are really a beautician in the city. Every time I go to her house, her house is always clean and spotless.
Look, this is my kind and hardworking neighbor-Grandma Zhang.
(4) A 200-word composition on the story of friendship.
Friendship-priceless treasure [200 words]
How precious is friendship?
Under the drizzle, the umbrella that suddenly extends is friendship; When something falls, the sudden outstretched hand is friendship; When the pen ran out of oil, the strange pen that suddenly appeared on the table was friendship; When you are worried about doing the problem, the familiar explanation is also friendship.
How precious is friendship, second only to love? I read an article called "The Boy Who Bought Friendship", which deeply touched me. This is about a junior high school boy. Although his family is rich, he is too proud to make friends with him. So, he "recruited" friends at the price of 10 yuan per week, and this secret was exposed in a casual conversation. Finally, because of his efforts, he got real friendship. How wonderful is that feeling? Friendship cannot be bought with money; Can't exchange items; Not easy to get ...
How important is friendship? We should cherish the present friendship. Maybe after a long time, we will look forward to this time of friendship.
The story of my family and me, about 200 words.
The story of me and my family
I like my grandma best in our family. By the way, I also want to introduce my family to you!
My father is an accountant. He always said, "Nothing, nothing." My mother is a fourth-grade teacher. She has always been very strict with me, so I secretly nicknamed her "strict godmother". My grandfather is a carpenter. He is always affable. I love my grandfather very much. My grandfather is also a craftsman and my grandmother is a farmer. She is busy all day and works hard. I also have two uncles, one working in Nanjing and the other in Beijing. They are all excellent. I want to learn from them and make a difference when I grow up.
I love my family. I will study hard and make progress every day to repay their kindness to me!
⑥ Classmate friendship stories (between classmates) are about 200 words urgent.
The flower of friendship is in full bloom in our class.
There are fifty students in our class, bathed in the morning sunshine under the same roof. In study, we encourage each other. We help each other in life. Among the students, the flowers of unity and friendship, like blooming flowers, compete in our class.
I remember in the second grade, we learned a text "Uncle Lei Feng, where are you?" By looking for Lei Feng's footprints, we praised Lei Feng's spirit of helping others and told us that as long as there is love, there will be Lei Feng's shadow. Encouraged by Uncle Lei Feng's unparalleled spirit of helping others, there are more and more good people and deeds in our class.
Students help each other in their studies. Students who study well actively help those who study poorly, for example: "The monitor of our class, she takes the initiative to help the students who study poorly make up lessons every day, patiently explains the problems he can't, and persistently makes up for him for a month." This greatly improved the academic performance of the poor student in our class. Driven by the monitor, many students who study well also take the initiative to help students who study poorly and improve their academic performance. The academic performance of our class rose from the previous third place to the second place.
The students in our class not only help each other in their studies, but also take care of each other in their lives and take the initiative to help the students who have difficulties around them.
In particular, a female classmate in our class is born with a disability in her legs and feet, so it is not convenient to walk. Sometimes, her family can't pick her up from school in time, and all the students in our class can take the initiative to send her home. Once, when I came home from school, it rained heavily and she didn't bring an umbrella. All the students in our class took the initiative to borrow an umbrella to send her home, but all the students in our class were wet by the heavy rain. It embodies the spirit of solidarity and mutual assistance among students.
These things are just a few of the flowers of friendship that bloom in our class like Lei Feng doing good deeds. In this big flower bed of friendship in our class, many friendship flowers are actually in full bloom.
⑦ The story composition between me and the famous works is 200 words.
Some people say, "reading one more book is like making one more friend, which can bring you a lot of fun." Recently, I read an extra-curricular book called The Adventures of Onions, which also brought me a lot of fun.
One morning, my aunt took me to the library to read. I found an extra-curricular book called The Adventures of Onions, and I read it with relish. First of all, the topic of' the old onion accidentally stepped on the foot of the lemon king' attracted me deeply, which was my imagination, so my curiosity continued to tell me to read it.
One page, two pages, I read like a hungry wolf. This text is so wonderful that I am fascinated by it. Immersed in the book.
Just then, my aunt asked me to go home for dinner and come again next time. So I put down my book and left.
Ah, this book is really interesting. I'll come and see it next time.
My story composition with my teacher is 200 words.
Teacher Cao, unconsciously, you have taught us to enter the fourth year, and you have left an indelible impression on me. In order to train 38 students in our class, you really broke your heart.
I remember it was when you just took us to a Chinese class. I am timid, and I don't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. At this time, you always kindly say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if you answer wrong, I won't blame you, as long as you dare to answer the question." At this time, your eyes show encouragement. Ah! This style is only available to loving mothers!
Teacher Cao, you are always so patient with our teaching and so serious and responsible for your work.
Once, your throat was so swollen that you could hardly speak. However, you still teach us with your slight voice. Teacher, we are deeply moved by your selfless dedication.
Teacher Cao, over the past four years, we have always remembered what you have done for us. I want to say to you: "I feel extremely happy to be your student, because you have accompanied me to grow up with endless love."
How to write 200 words in the story composition between me and the book?
Story composition about me and the book 200 words: the story between me and the book.
Books are my best companion. From the beginning of learning English, I have an indissoluble bond with books.
I remember my mother patiently teaching me to read when I was just able to recognize it. Dad let me know about plants and cute little animals. Literacy cards are an indispensable part of my childhood.
When I grow up, I know more and more words, and storybooks have become my good friends. I often pester my mother and we tell each other stories.
Later, I became a first-grade primary school student and came into contact with many textbooks, such as Chinese textbooks, math textbooks, English textbooks and high-quality textbooks. I like Chinese textbooks best because there are many interesting stories in them. Whenever I publish a new book, I will wrap it in the cover of the new book and then I can't wait to read it one by one.
The book accompanied me and benefited me a lot.
Attending what happened between me and my teacher is only 200 words.
I have worshipped teachers since I was a child, like "teacher", the most glorious profession in the sun, and dream of becoming a member of this lofty team one day. Therefore, from the beginning of school, I have followed the example of teachers everywhere. Teacher Lu is a teacher I respect very much. Teacher Lu is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. Whenever her vivid lectures inspire us to think about problems, I always envy seeing other children bravely raise their hands to speak and actively participate in exchanges and discussions. But I have no choice but to be timid and never dare to speak. Teacher Lu noticed me and often hinted, reminded and encouraged me with his talking eyes. Not only that, Teacher Lu called me to her office to talk with me and cheer me up. During the conversation, she joked with me from time to time, which made me feel relaxed and happy talking with the teacher. Sometimes they will communicate with me in kind words. Teacher Lu told me: "The opportunity is in your own hands. Be brave. Making mistakes is also a gain! " Later, the teacher also taught me some speaking and communication skills. Unconsciously, I forgot that I was in the office. I think a friend is having a heart-to-heart talk with me. When I left the office, my eyes were wet: what a good teacher! I made up my mind in my heart: I must get rid of my inability to speak and repay my teacher with a brand-new self. So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down. This is the story of me, the once timid little boy and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.