I have met such a math teacher. She is gentle and amiable. Even if she did something wrong, she just pushed the glasses on her nose up and said with a little emphasis, son, the teacher will help you clear your mind. She will even gently wipe the dust off your nose or your dirty little hands.

Every time she assigns homework, she only asks about quality, not quantity. According to my age at that time, the proportion of math homework on the blackboard was the smallest, and the degree of completion was the highest and fastest. Every time after school, she only needs to lie in the reception room of the doorman Li Laotou for more than ten minutes, and her parents will go home from work.

Her surname is Liu. She was my first math teacher. She has been in primary school for six years. She made my math score reach the peak of my life in primary school, and it has been declining since then. Teacher Liu, like her mother, is a teacher and an enlightener.

When she was tutoring our class in Olympic Mathematics, she took all of us Xiong Haizi to her home, where we ate and waited on them, and even her cat was killed by a classmate? Bullying? For a moment, she also gently advised and never got angry. At that time, our enthusiasm for learning mathematics was growing, and the mathematics interest groups were crowded. The difficult topics in the Olympic Mathematics were also dismantled into childhood fun when we discussed in groups. All this is because of my primary school math teacher Liu.

I remember that when my math scores began to decline in Grade Two, I felt particularly guilty and wrote her a letter, but I still didn't have the courage to send it. Just grow up, occasionally meet her who has retired and stumbled. In addition to full of nostalgia and respect, I am still a little embarrassed.

I have met such a Chinese teacher. Broad-minded, fat, every time I talk about excitement, I will show rare dimples. Chalk occasionally drops in class, and it is difficult for her to pick it up. Because she is the head teacher, she is usually very strict.

On the first day of junior high school, she learned that I won the first prize in the primary school composition competition. Since then, she has been very partial to me and directly named me as the representative of Chinese class. I like answering questions after class every time, which makes me dare not neglect my Chinese study. I always do my homework in advance. I just hope I can stand up and answer a complete and wonderful answer fluently.

I remember that at that time, I began to be a little biased, naively thinking that I could walk out of the broad road like Han only by my composition scores. It was she who kept enlightening me so that I wouldn't go astray.

Is it that she has always supported my dream and often published my composition contributions to the selected middle school students' compositions, which made me a student in the school? Little celebrity? So that almost all Chinese teachers in the school know me.

When I was a little rebellious in my youth, she kept chatting with me, talking with me and patiently persuading me.

I remember once cleaning after school in the third grade, and I sent my Chinese homework to her office. At dusk, the light is still on in her office, and she is still preparing lessons at her desk with her head down. I saw that her temples had begun to turn white. At that time, the office conditions of school teachers were extremely poor. Brick houses are not warm and the lights are not very bright. I can't help but sigh that she has taught us Chinese for three years and worked as a class teacher for three years. It's hard. Behind the strict background, who can see this contribution?

I have met such a political teacher. This is the only teacher I can keep my classmates awake in politics class. When he talks about politics, he can quote classics and make politics lively and not boring at all.

He looks very dark. Although he is not tall, he looks very capable. He is always unsmiling and serious, but when it comes to politics, his face is always red and his voice is full of passion. His endless discussion, with a little black humor, makes people understand politics in pleasure and learn a lot of extra historical knowledge. We always feel that he might as well teach history together.

The group discussion in his class is always in full swing. He lets us set up a multi-dimensional world outlook and let us learn to question authority. He often says that teachers are not omnipotent, and we need to learn more knowledge to make a correct judgment.

He never talks nonsense in lectures, but he knows all the knowledge points, key points and difficulties? Lightweight? Frankly speaking, the content of each class can be fully absorbed by students. He is strict with every student. He explained the political volume carefully, for fear of missing any test sites. He carefully explained the students' doubts during the break, often expanded our knowledge, and made us draw inferences in political study, so that our group of children could learn one vivid political lesson after another in their youth and ignorance, and let students change from hating political lessons to loving them.

My best friend was also a deskmate. After the college entrance examination, she filled in the major because she started the economic enlightenment and directly filled in the economic major. At that time, my high school political score was close to full mark, not because I was smart, but because the teacher's lectures were so vivid and easy to understand. The original ideas and principles of philosophy and economics are easy to understand.

I met such a news teacher. This teacher takes every PPT seriously in class. He treats students very democratically and hardly calls the roll. He believes that college classes should be free to study, and the questions in our professional exams are often ingenious and not limited to theoretical knowledge. As long as students can justify themselves, they can give them a satisfactory score.

Besides being a teacher, he is also the dean of our college. But every time I feel that the teacher is talking to the students? Training? When, the face is a little? Shy? Sometimes it seems a little cramped. I think he is a good teacher by nature, but when it comes to administration, it seems a bit? Not enough? Later, I gradually understood his disappointment and views. I don't know his? Not enough? Behind it is more serious torture and questioning, as well as helplessness to the big environment.

I remember giving him my newly published novel when I was a junior, and I was still uneasy, thinking that he might not even remember me. Who knows his mouth is:? Oh, you are the classmate who always sits in the front row and listens to my class. ? He called my name in one bite. I am secretly proud and grateful at the same time.

When I graduated, I went to his office to have a long talk with him, which made me less confused when I graduated. He treated me with encouragement and said that I was the person he had met? The most reliable literary young woman? . This has become a great spur to me.

After graduation, we often contact. He connected all his students and formed a WeChat group. I just know that he will take everyone he has taught seriously? Remember? . In the group, he will care about every student's life and career. Everyone sent it in? Good news? He will praise it the first time.

The students in the group generally call him Lao Wang and Ding Ge, and he has no shelf at all. Such a good teacher is both a teacher and a friend. I visited him at his house after I published my new book. He looked very happy and unique? Shy? I think such a teacher is lovely and respectable. He still encouraged me to pursue my dreams as firmly as I did in college.

These are all good teachers I have the honor to meet.

Each stage has great help and influence on my growth.

Of course, they are not the only ones, and the limitations of article format cannot be listed one by one. I miss all the teachers who taught me. Teachers have their own characteristics, which are fresh in their memories. Every time I think of them, although I also think of the troubles of growing up at that time, it is more of an ignorant youth that I can never go back. When I think of all kinds of interesting things that happened when the teacher was teaching, I will also smile brightly in my memory or chat happily with my classmates and old friends.

On this day, I wish you all a happy holiday. At this moment, let me bow sincerely and say thank you, teacher!