My teacher's eighth grade composition 1 Since I entered junior high school, I have been dazzled by teachers with different styles. Among them, my head teacher, Mr. Chen, has left a deep imprint on my heart.
My teacher has shiny black hair and bright eyes full of wisdom on his head. Although the teacher's skin is a little dark and he is not very tall, it shows that he is as strong as a hard stone.
On one occasion, the head teacher talked about a positive and negative calculation problem in class:-123+(+36) =? After the teacher explained the truth clearly, there were still some poor students who didn't understand. In desperation, the teacher used his "killer": give them some interesting examples of knowledge points in life, so that they can suddenly realize. After that, he spoke in a loud voice: "Well, it's very simple. You owe someone 123 yuan, and you paid 36 yuan back. How much do you still owe? " Hearing this, the poor students bowed their heads and thought for a while before suddenly realizing that they had completely understood the truth.
My teacher not only has a unique teaching method among other teachers, but also cares about his students very much and treats them like his own children. As long as he is a student, there is nothing to worry about.
Just a few weeks ago, a classmate in our class might have eaten something wrong, caught a cold or was allergic to something. He has a high fever all day, is listless and doesn't eat any food. After being discovered by the class teacher, I was surprised to see the teacher's frown, his hands crossed on his chest and his eyes began to become anxious. A few minutes later, she rushed out of the campus, went to the drugstore near the school to buy several packages of medicine, and rushed back. Without saying anything, I filled her with hot water to take medicine, and told her to take medicine on time, drink more hot water and have a good rest.
A few days later, under the careful care of the teacher, the classmate's condition quickly improved. A few days later, the classmate became as energetic as usual. After the teacher saw it, there was a slight smile on his face, and the wrinkles were gradually driven away by the laugh lines. I believe that the classmate is very grateful to the teacher and will deeply know that it is impossible to get better so soon without the teacher's concern.
This head teacher is just one of all the teachers I have ever met. Like other teachers, he goes into the classroom day after day and prepares lessons again, but it is precisely because of his characteristics that I will never forget it.
I knew an art teacher when I first entered the school, and his impression was the deepest in the whole school.
The teacher's surname is Wan. Besides teaching fine arts, he is also a teacher of the Oil Painting Society. He is wearing a black and blue cotton shirt, a shiny silver watch on his wrist and a pair of blue jeans. His face is square, his hair is often messy, like a bird's nest in a tree, and his skin looks a little black. Probably because of outdoor sketching. In class, he always speaks in his humorous tone, so all his classmates like his art class very much.
I was deeply moved by him, just admiring his wonderful pen. He and chalk, as if they were brothers, waved a few strokes with chalk, always redrawn with thick ink, and sometimes described in detail with light pen. Sometimes there is a curved arc, and sometimes there is brilliance. We were dumbfounded and thought: such a teacher is worthy of our once-in-a-thousand meeting.
It is precisely because of this that he is rude every time he does things. He is not only an untrustworthy person, but also an experienced professional teacher.
On Friday, we are also looking forward to art class. Since we transferred to a public school, there has only been one art class a week. The students felt a little surprised, but whenever the art class started, "Wan Dad" stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom door on time, shouting "Class!" This kind of sound travels thousands of miles in the valley and is also broad and mellow in the classroom. None of the students is listless, yawning and full of energy. When the teacher saw this scene, he first wiped his palm and let the chalk sit a lot.
Open the PPT, which is full of exquisite and realistic ancient bronze porcelain, which opens our eyes. While I was enjoying the pictures, I didn't forget to look at the teacher, who was still rubbing his hands.
My art teacher is such a person, tall and short, with a gentle smile.
After class, the teacher gradually had the intention to leave the classroom. He also rubbed his hands, then cleared his throat and walked out of the classroom. Many students have finished teaching, and I am still in my seat, finishing the unfinished painting in class.
During the three years from the second grade to the fourth grade, he didn't teach us, and I rarely saw him, but when the fifth grade started, we heard a new art teacher, Miss Wan!
In a year and a half, I will leave this school and embark on a new journey. Of course, this is one of the deepest memories of our childhood fun.
My teacher's eighth grade composition 3 Chinese, math and English teachers in our class all have their own characteristics, but if I want to say that I am most impressed by our math teacher, Mr. Chen.
Her face is round and a little yellow, which always reminds me of the cartoon image of the moon. Her eyebrows are very thin, very light, almost no, lying on her small eyes, which always stare extremely round, looks a bit funny. But she always keeps a straight face and seldom smiles, which makes her look serious and rigid. However, "one can't be good-looking", let's see what kind of person she is!
Every time the bell rings, she will float into the classroom quietly, but it is often noisy in class at this time, so she will clap her hands and say, "Come on, class is over, shut up!" " "When we were quiet, she began to give a lecture.
Teacher Chen is always very excited in class. I saw her go to the podium, tick the circle on the topic, and speak passionately while painting, with a light tone. Her head is like radar detectors's, turning left and right, and her eyes are still glowing. If it comes to the point, she will straighten her legs, lean forward slightly, and suddenly raise her hands to her head, like a pigeon about to fly high, her eyes will open wide and her eyebrows will rise slightly, which really makes people laugh. Her language is also lively and interesting. I am always amazed that teachers can link a knowledge point with other things, such as using conditions to solve problems, so that these conditions can stand in their own "role" position, just like a director arranges actors. This metaphor is novel and interesting, which not only arouses our enthusiasm for learning, but also makes our thinking of doing the problem clear and avoids the mistakes caused by the chaotic process of solving the problem. It's really "killing two birds with one stone"!
Besides humor, the teacher is also very strict. I remember being called to the office by teacher Chen once. Unknown so's wife saw her holding my notebook and said to me, "Bai Jiayu, there are too many flaws in your homework. If this continues, the results will definitely decline! " I was so scared that I thought it was a big problem, but when I looked at it, I couldn't help but curl my mouth. Did I forget to add ""
This is our teacher Chen, humorous, rigorous and careful. I hope that in the days to come, under the leadership of Teacher Chen, I will become more and more outstanding.
I haven't seen my teacher for a month, although it has been several years since January. Do you know how great he is?
When I first met him, I thought he was an ordinary teacher Indeed, he is a man of high temperament. Go up-have an enterprising heart. Stop.-that's enough. Honesty-be an upright person. What a common three words, with each addition from the last word, its meaning is different, so he said it vividly. This is his first lesson, solemnly speaking the truth of being a man.
What's fresh in my memory is. We write sentences according to example sentences, which are of average level and make mistakes from time to time. However, he said something that surprised everyone. "Imitation can be used as rewriting, and the place to be changed will be changed into a word with the opposite meaning. For example, write it in the sky, and we will write it on land. He wrote about swimming in the water, and we wrote about running on the ground. Other plagiarism. " With such a unique teaching method, everyone will soon master the skills of imitating writing.
Not only that, after class, he will also play nine famous songs by Liu Yizhen. The first capital has its own unique style. That will naturally stimulate everyone's interest in Disciples Rules.
Teachers and students after class, friends in class. In class, no matter what, he always has a good sense of humor and won't let the class become dead and there is no laughter. After class, he also likes his dear students to surround him, massage enthusiastically with him and laugh with him after his hard work.
A year ago, during the big recess, he always flashed on the basketball court, but he didn't score many goals. Not necessarily, it must be letting us. But a year later, there is no trace of his familiarity in the stadium, not laziness. Have you ever thought that it is so hard for a person to work at school at 23 o'clock? Can you understand that the price paid is a disease that I can't see in front of my eyes, and success is forever. This work is also very complicated, but he did it for us! There is a second teacher on the whole campus who is exactly the same as him?
His generosity is indispensable for traveling abroad. Just as the students repeatedly complained that there was no net, suddenly, a classmate screamed that there was a net, and then booed. Then why is there a net? Oh, it turned out that he gave everyone free wIfI, and the students thanked him with smiles on their faces. And travel must have a system. As soon as the rules are exported from him, everyone will keep them in mind and will not violate discipline.
My primary school teacher, do you understand? Where is my heart? Every night's "encounter" and every morning's sigh have long been fixed in my mind. It is also my great honor to know such a teacher!
My teacher's eighth-grade composition 5 Some people say that the teacher is a ladder, climbing our tender feet with a stalwart body; Some people say that teachers are candles, illuminating our way forward with immortal faith. By my side, in Xiangfeng Experimental Primary School, there are such teachers everywhere. They are serious and responsible, unknown, selfless dedication, and carefully cultivate us with hard work and sweat.
I am lucky to meet such a teacher, and she is my head teacher, Miss Liao. Teacher Liao is of medium height, with bright black hair, oval face and big bright eyes, shining with wisdom. Teacher Liao, like a kind mother, cares about our lives; Like strict father, he pays attention to our study; Watch our progress like close friends.
I am not young, but I am timid. I hardly raise my hand when the teacher asks questions in class. I just bowed my head and thought silently, worried that the teacher would call me. I remember once, the teacher happened to call my name. At that time, my heart was pounding with fear, for fear that I would make a mistake and make a joke. But "the military order is like a mountain", so I have to stand up slowly and answer the teacher's question hesitantly, and my voice is so low that mosquitoes hum. But the teacher didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "The answer is completely correct. Just a little louder. " The teacher's encouragement, like a warm current, flowed all over my body. From then on, as long as I know the teacher's questions, I can take the initiative to raise my hand to answer them, and my voice is loud, and both teachers and classmates cast favorable eyes on me. I know what encouragement is from her eyes.
Since Mr. Liao became our head teacher, he has divided his love into 72 parts, and each part has been poured into us without reservation. I remember once every three years in physical education class, my classmate Tang Zhenyuan suddenly fainted, his face turned pale and his lips were bloodless. It was Mr. Liao who drove him to the hospital himself, and then ran back and forth to find a doctor, registered for a doctor, and informed his parents. He was so busy that he didn't come home until late, and even children under one year old couldn't leave it alone. The next day, I took time to go to the hospital to visit Tang Zhenyuan and make up lessons for him. The teacher's behavior touched every student in our class.
Teacher, if we are seedlings and flowers, then you are a diligent gardener. Without your careful care, how can the fragrance of small flowers overflow? Where can seedlings thrive? Teacher, don't worry, we will thank you with excellent results and tell you with practical actions: "Teacher, we love you!" " "
My teacher's eighth grade composition 6 "Ding Ding", as the bell rang, we saw the familiar figure as usual. The first thing I saw was a red T-shirt, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black shoes, with three books in my left hand and a stick in my right hand-this is my junior high school math teacher's daily dress.
My math teacher is surnamed Zhang. She has white hair and blue stubble on her chin, and wrinkles are distributed in every corner of her face. Is she forty or fifty years old? His brows are always wrinkled together, as if there are endless things to think about and endless problems; He either looks at it with his mobile phone, or stares at textbooks and exercise books, or writes and counts in the book with a pen? Practice writing? But does he still need to practice these? In my opinion, it is unnecessary! I heard that the teacher taught art before!
"Here I am, are you ready? Did you take out the manuscript? " After the wooden stick knocked on the door three times, the front foot just entered the classroom, and a loud and slow voice came in with the sound, followed by a slightly procrastinating, humorous and serious face. After a step or two, I held the book in my left hand in my right hand, as if I heard the sound of us still holding the book. I turned my head, took a look at us, put the book in my right hand in my left hand, and waved the stick up and down in my right hand. His steps seem to be counting the time. After four or five steps, he heard someone holding a book, frowning slightly, tilting his head slightly and rolling his eyes back and forth, as if searching: "Who is it? Not ready yet? "
After finishing his homework, Mr. Zhang will give a new lesson. He looked at the blackboard and looked disgusted. "Students on duty, come and clean the blackboard." I think the light is a little dim. Holding a stick in my left hand, I slowly walked to the position of the light switch next to the blackboard. My eyes turned up and down, left and right, carefully looking for the figure of the switch. Why can't I find it? He put his hand on the blackboard again, with various notices pinned on it. He should be worried that the notice will cover the switch, so he groped around the notice for a long time, right? What about the switch? Inevitably some anxious, frowning, looking at us, face some embarrassment. I don't want to carry the list one by one with a stick. Finally, I couldn't find it, so I asked a classmate to open it for me. In less than five seconds, I found the switch and the light came on. The whole class burst into laughter, slapped the table, stamped their feet and laughed their heads off. Teacher Zhang put his hands together and put them on his hips. He shook the stick from side to side in one hand and couldn't help laughing.
Alas, it's not that Mr. Zhang is too old to see clearly, but that the switch is too clean and shakes the teacher's eyes.
He, Mr. Zhang, my math teacher in junior high school and my teacher after graduation.
The bell of my teacher's eighth grade composition lesson 7 rings happily, but the students are uneasy: it's time to score again! Miss Wei, wearing a green down jacket, came in with a stack of paper covered with red forks. We became nervous at once. Her small eyes, nose and mouth are very delicate, but at this moment, she looks serious, and we know that she didn't do well in the exam. Teacher Wei frowned and raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone below 80 points will stand up at once! The exam was a mess! ..... Look, how many people are standing, please parents! " I know that's the sentence, but I dodged the bullet. "Now it is proved that the problem has not been studied well, and the later geometric research depends on how you do it?" The teacher shouted at us and the classroom was silent. Everyone is afraid to sigh more. Miss Wei is really strict with us!
From the beginning of school, I noticed that Mr. Wei had a symbolic action, that is, pointing to speak with his finger. Every time I talk about the key points in class, Mr. Wei always stretches out his finger and says, "Listen, the next point is the key point! None of you are right! " When commenting on the lecture, she still held out her finger from time to time, as if to say, "Listen!" She looked at the proof process carefully, as if she were completing an important task. After the lecture, he pointed to everyone and said, "Have you all learned? A very simple problem, you have solved it so complicated, you still don't understand! " Teacher Wei's point of view seems to be on everyone's mind. No one dares to look at anything outside the classroom in class! Teacher Wei's sternness has cast a spell on her fingers.
Every morning, Mr. Wei always checks the cleanliness of his classmates in class. Once, a classmate didn't clean the windowsill for five minutes. Miss Wei stamped her feet in a hurry, grabbed her classmate's paper towel and wiped it quickly. In a blink of an eye, the windowsill was clean and could be used as a mirror. Teacher Wei also educated this classmate: "Do things not only well, but also quickly, don't delay!" Teacher Wei is such a resolute person.
Teacher Wei is very strict with us in class, but after class he becomes a gentle person. I remember one time after the exam, Mr. Wei talked to us. When she called me, she couldn't help being shocked. She shuddered at the thought of her sharp eyes. Come to her side, the teacher told us with a smile, eyes narrowed, gentle words are quite warm, such as sunshine.
This is our math teacher-Miss Wei, a strict, quick and gentle person.
My teacher's eighth grade composition 8 You are a bridge, which connects the cut mountains for us and leads us to the peak of harvest. You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to pick Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water. Never send a bucket of water. Never give a glass of water when you need a bucket of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, the peaches are ripe and about to drip, while the plums are ripe and the branches are incomplete. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
He has a kind face, a slightly higher nose, a round face, Tathagata-like ears, intense eyes, heavy eyebrows, a slightly chubby figure, a "general's belly" and a head of energetic hair, which is congenial to the comedian Degang Guo today, but he gives people a sense of security.
Teacher Chen is a dedicated teacher. He teaches very well, and he is relaxed in every lecture. The important and difficult points in the class are clear and well organized. The atmosphere in his class is not lifeless, and sometimes he says humorous things to adjust the boring math class. Every class is steadily led by him, just like a battle-hardened general, on the "battlefield" where the waves are exhausted.
Teacher Chen, he not only teaches well, but also has a kind personality. In my image, when he often looks kind, there is always a warm current in my heart, which inspires my heart to pursue my ideals. However, although he is usually kind, you will never forget him when he is angry. I still remember that once Little A and Little C in our class secretly laughed there, but how could they escape the eye of Teacher Chen? Just when they said they couldn't extricate themselves, ha! Mr. Chen is walking by with a smile. The wind is light and the clouds are light, but the smile on his face is getting brighter and brighter. At this time, we couldn't bear to look away, and then the sound of the table overturning the cabinet was mixed with a few crisp slaps. By the way, there are still a few vague voices that I can't bear to look directly at, and then ... Ah! I hope they can come back from the office safely!
Teacher, this job is really too hard. They have dedicated their outstanding youth to us, in order to let the motherland have outstanding talents. I will never forget Mr. Chen, as well as Mr. Du, Mr. Wang and Mr. Li ... They have been educating the people all their lives, and the silkworms in spring will spin until they die, leaving the wisdom to help China!
My teacher's eighth grade composition 9 Mr Huang Can can be said to be the devil in our class. His expression in class is terrible, and his eyes are like two swords, which makes us stand and shake our clothes. As long as his eyes stare and his voice rises slightly, we will be silent. If a few brave people make him angry, Mr. Huang will definitely let them practice the 200-meter duck step first. Everything he does is out of tune with the lively and pleasant environment around him.
I'm afraid of Mr. Huang, too Every time I see him, I feel that the mouse meets the cat, and the cat meets the dog, so I run away. Even if you have to contact him, you are always too careful not to look him in the eye. At least I didn't think it was advisable at that time, just like holding a spring with your hand, but you can never change the fact that it will jump, but later I don't think so. ...
That time in physical education class, as usual, I was too scared to look him in the eye. Also, several unlucky people were sent off. But these unlucky people are still struggling after class, and the sweat of Douban drips from their foreheads and wets their clothes. I have been watching them on the playground because I have to wait for someone.
The sun that day made me feel uncomfortable. The sunshine is so dazzling, but once I leave it in the shadow, I can't help feeling cold. I don't like this sunshine, which makes me feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, I found Mr. Huang whispering not far behind me: "She is not strong, so she has to practice again, or she will suffer a lot in the senior high school entrance examination!" " His coordination is not good ... "He has a pen in his right hand and a book in his left. I clearly see that there are more or less marks next to each of our names. For a physical education teacher, being able to do this is also a great effort for our achievements! Teacher Huang looked up at the punished students for a while, looked down at the books in his hand for a while, and occasionally shook his head or frowned slightly. In this way, in just a few minutes, he did the same action over and over again without a trace of boredom. That should be the first time I looked at him carefully. His skin seems to be much darker than other teachers. He is not tall, but he looks so dignified standing there. His eyes are no longer like a cold sword, but they look so harsh. There are many worries, worries and anxieties about this severity. The lively atmosphere around him didn't impress him at all, but Mr. Huang just kept staring at those people and never let go of their every move. If someone stands up and takes a few steps, he will shout, "Go! Don't be lazy! "The voice is grand and the momentum is extraordinary.
I was shocked that the devilish teacher Huang should care so much about us and warm the earth like today's sunshine in his own unique way!
My teacher's eighth grade composition is 10. I'm a sixth-grade student, and I recall the past dribs and drabs at school-fighting with my classmates; Did not do well in the exam and was scolded by the teacher; The happy time with my friends flooded into my mind like waves, but what I remember most is my teacher, Miss Wang.
I still remember when I first entered the school, when I first entered the school, the campus scenery attracted me. I watched the surrounding scenery curiously. My kind-hearted grandmother sent me to the campus and she left, saying that she told me to be good at school and pick me up after school. I said yes.
I walked into the classroom and looked around. Interrupted by the cries of several classmates. I looked at them with strange eyes. I don't understand why they are crying. I'm a little confused. Suddenly there was a clear cry at the door: "Hello, little friend, I am your teacher and your head teacher. You can call me Miss Wang in the future! " "
I was attracted by the crisp shouts. I looked at the man standing at the door-his head was a little round and his eyes were bright, which made people feel a little opaque. I also wear a pair of glasses on my nose. I think this person is very learned and gentle. There seems to be magic in him, and the children stopped crying when they saw him, but they all laughed. "Hehehehehehehehehe" laughter came to my ears.
After school, all the other children went home. I don't know if grandma is busy or something, but she hasn't come to pick me up yet. I looked at this school, and the original vibrant campus has now become so deserted. Suddenly a group of people came and they came and punched me. I'm a little confused about this situation. I got angry and got into a fight with them. Well, after all, there were many people, so I lost and was badly beaten. Waves of wind came and whipped me again and again like a whip. I curled up in a corner, and a tall figure blocked me. I thought, who hasn't come home so late? I looked up at the man curiously. I'm a little surprised. He is none other than my teacher, Miss Wang. My face is black and blue. He looked at it and gently and carefully rubbed the medicine on my face. Tears filled my eyes and I tried to stop them. I didn't say a word, because I didn't know what to say at this time. When Mr. Wang left, he specifically told me to brush the medicine again when I went back. I really can't help it. A crystal tear fell from my face. In order not to let the teacher see me, I said grace and left in a hurry.
Miss Wang-I still remember you. I remember the past bit by bit, and I will never forget it.
My teacher's eighth grade composition 1 1
The teacher is a lamp, which can illuminate our way forward; The teacher is a piece of chalk. She shortened her body and paved the way for our study. The teacher is a big umbrella, which protects us from the wind and rain in the storm.
Of all the teachers, Mr. Deng impressed me the most. I met her in a summer course. At that time, she was nineteen years old and a college student. She is a little thin, with big eyes and small ears, wearing a pair of big red glasses and a small cherry mouth on her nose. She mainly teaches us composition.
The teacher is humorous. Once, a classmate asked the teacher: why did people invent the eye of heaven? The teacher said humorously, because there is a kind of fish in Beihai, which is very big and named Kun. It can't be stewed in one pot, so this pot was invented. This answer makes us laugh and cry.
Happy times are always so short. I have taken so many classes, it's time to test you. A voice came into our ears and the whole class sighed. After a while, the teacher took out the composition book. Of course, I was the one who wanted to escape most, because at that time, I was definitely one of the best in composition in our class. If I know this, why should I know it? It's too late to regret now, so we have to bite the bullet. After a class, I counted the numbers, one word at a time, exactly fifty words. After school, the teacher called me to the office, and I thought to myself, it's over. I have written so few words, I must have fallen behind. Unexpectedly, the teacher actually instructed me to write a composition. Under the careful guidance of the teacher, I finally wrote a flowing composition. Unconsciously, it has been four hours since school, but the teacher gave up the rest during this time and carefully guided a fool who knew nothing about composition.
She impressed me for another reason. Because she is careful and gentle, she is every student's dream teacher. I remember one time, I accidentally got sick. Teacher Deng helped me to her office, poured me a glass of water and called my parents. Before my parents came, the teacher took good care of me. All this is fresh in my memory and deeply imprinted in my mind.
Although our time together is only a short month, during this month, we got along very happily. We spent this short month in laughter. Finally, she taught us a song "Wish". The lake is your eyes, dreaming of the stars, and your mood is your legend. Waiting forever, everyone will meet many teachers who inspire themselves and make them remember deeply, but this teacher Deng is the one who inspires me the most and makes me remember the most. I will never forget her!