1 The sky shows its beauty with white clouds; The forest shows its beauty with plants; The ocean uses fish to show its beauty, but I think beauty should be a person with a helping heart and a warm heart, and only then can there be real beauty.
I have a selfless person around me. She is my junior high school math teacher-Miss Zhang Lvling.
Mr. Zhang has no meritorious service and nothing spectacular. She is an ordinary teacher, but she makes me admire and admire. Teacher Zhang has short hair and is very energetic. Teacher Zhang is wearing a pair of glasses. When she smiled, her glasses changed from bordeaux to "first sight". She doesn't look as beautiful as a fairy, and she doesn't have the temperament of a goddess. But she is very high in my heart.
When I first entered junior high school paradise; When I first met my math teacher; At the beginning of the math class, the math teacher was so amiable and meticulous. However, in the first week of school, the math teacher had to have an operation because his hands were exhausted because the diaphragm was correcting homework for a long time. Just one week after the operation, the teacher came to our class to give us a lecture. In class, the teacher wrote beautiful chalk words on the blackboard with her hand that had just finished her homework. Although it is very small, it can only be written in the middle and lower part of the blackboard, but it is shiny chalk in my eyes. When the teacher writes, there is secret sweat on his head and his hands are shaking. Whenever the teacher asks us questions, when he sees me holding my hand high, when we think seriously, when we answer seriously, there is a smile on his face. When the teacher is writing on the blackboard, it is obvious that the teacher's hand seems to be unable to hold up and lift it. The teacher writes on the blackboard with his right hand in his left hand.
The ninth class is a remedial class every day. The normal math teacher should get off work at 4: 30, but in the remedial class, the math teacher has been teaching and talking until he teaches us, regardless of gains and losses, and only pays silently for us.
Every morning, we will give the math teacher the exam in the morning, homework in the evening and difficult problems in the book, so that she can criticize, ask and talk. Although tired, the math teacher is very happy. Although hard, the math teacher is very happy. The teacher paid silently and got our excellent results.
There are many beautiful people around me. Although I can't write them all, they still exist in my heart. They add luster and light to our lives. It adds a landscape to our hearts.
Do you know the most beautiful person around you? There is a person who is as warm as sunshine, but softer than sunshine; She is as wet as rain and dew, but fresher than rain and dew.
She is my head teacher, Mr Xu Heng.
Eyes came to the sports meeting. On the playground, there are fierce competitions, running, racing and sweating. Xu teacher is very busy, and the glistening sweat on his face is no less than that of the runners on the field. She helped her classmates carry water and was busy handing out small objects to refuel. Every athlete in the class greeted her with a sunny smile when she reached the finish line, giving the warmest comfort to those who lost. The winner gave the most sincere encouragement ... it was as busy as a bee. But her face is always busy with a trademark smile and a long ponytail.
I still remember that a classmate injured her ankle and couldn't take part in the competition, but she was next. The teacher carefully selected a person to go up, then sat down beside her gently, held her hand and comforted her gently. She is so gentle. ...
Strangely, every time the teacher laughs, his eyes are smiling, as if he could talk. Let people suddenly understand what she wants to say and do. Her eyes are always gentle, as clear as spring water, and people can't help but want to know her and get close to her.
She reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes for that classmate, then stood up and went to work. I sat in the stands, and she clearly saw the figure of the teacher, as light as an elf.
I still clearly remember that the teacher once said to us, "I like being with you and watching you work hard." Actually, teacher, I like being with you, too. I like to see your eyes smile, and I like the way you wave chalk and give us a lecture seriously. I like your gentleness, patience and smile.
Teacher, she is young and beautiful, with a clear spring-like heart. Let a group of "small fish" like us soak and swim in her arms and take us to the ocean, as if the ocean would never dry up.
In my heart, the teacher will always be a big sister who is warm as the sun and gentle as rain, and will always be a cool mountain spring; One meter of sunshine is always warm and unchangeable. ...
The most beautiful people around you 3 beautiful city, beautiful campus, beautiful scenery, naturally there are beautiful people. If the society is a big circle of friends, then the campus is a small circle of friends. There are students and teachers here. I am surrounded by beautiful people-people with beautiful hearts.
Speaking of the most beautiful person on campus, we must first talk about our head teacher, Miss Liu Cuiying. She is a conscientious and tireless good teacher. She not only pays attention to the academic performance of all her classmates, but also pays attention to their behavior habits. She is kind and considerate of her classmates. She is our teacher and our teacher friend.
In seven days a week, we spend the longest time with Teacher Liu. She can not only manage the class well, but also relieve the tension of the day in time. We all love her, respect her and listen to her. Her math class is always interesting and challenging. In this class, we are all very active, the pace of class is orderly, and there are appropriate small exercises after class. Originally, mathematics was a different subject, and the mountain of numerical problem-solving routines was originally boring, but it was always so vivid and interesting when it came out of her mouth. Plain numbers and monotonous lines have become rhythmic staff in her works, which can play different melodies. After class, she is also a conscientious teacher: some students may be confused in class, and the teacher can see through it at a glance, and will conduct "tracking exercises" after class until they understand it.
Mr. Liu's classes are lively and interesting, and Mr. Liu's people are more generous and caring. Although she is strict, we deeply understand her deep love, so we understand the teacher's painstaking efforts. She is not the so-called "looking for trouble". She wants everyone to get rid of their little faults and make the future more accessible in the golden age of error-prone and impulsive. Long live understanding! We know that she is our "parent" at school, and we should listen to the teacher like parents, because they all love us equally.
The teacher is the bright moon in the dark, illuminating us in the dark; A teacher is a candle that burns itself to illuminate the choices we face. I hope we can make a small sun for her, so that she sometimes feels at a loss, and there is also a glimmer of hope to illuminate her occasionally agitated heart.
The beauty of the soul is more lasting and eternal than the beauty of the appearance. Because no matter how beautiful the face will wither like a flower, the beauty of the soul is eternal. My junior high school head teacher, Mr. Liu, is my most beautiful teacher, closest "parent" and best friend in the school children's circle.
The most beautiful person around me, beauty is by my side. There is no shortage of beautiful scenery and beautiful heart in the world, only a pair of clear and bright eyes to discover beauty.
The most beautiful person around me, the first day of composition 4, the heart is micro-moving, but the feelings are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced. In my memory, what impressed me most was my teacher, Miss Liu Yuan.
I still remember that it was the first day of my junior high school. Meet the new teacher and the new study life with trepidation. After seeing the placement list. Standing there quietly waiting for the teacher, and then I saw her, her black hair tied into a ponytail, long and soft behind her. Her eyelashes are shining with the light of youth, and her eyes are turning like black crystals. As bright as a pool of clear water. Sunlight falls and melts in her eyes, dancing with the brilliance of broken silver. There is a smart energy in the blink of an eye. The whole person is clean, like a ray of sunshine in spring.
She took us to the classroom, sat down and told us about the freshmen's admission. And let everyone briefly introduce themselves. Then be steady and gentle. In the first exam after I entered junior high school, my Chinese score was very ideal and I was favored by teachers.
However, after a holiday, I didn't accept it, and my Chinese performance dropped sharply. The teacher frowned when he saw my recent Chinese achievements. I waved me out. I kept my head down. Silently followed out, thinking it was nothing good.
She didn't blame me. Instead, she asked me in a low voice why I did this recently, but when I didn't know where I was wrong, she pointed out my mistake accurately and clearly. From now on, I will think that I can't live up to the teacher's expectations and try my best to do every class well.
Although time has passed for a long time, she has left us. But I still miss her. Miss the campus life with her. She is both my mentor and my good friend.
Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
Everyone is eager to be the most beautiful person in the world, respected and envied, so they have faces as white as flour and lips as pepper ... In fact, the people who do these things don't know the inner meaning of "beauty" at all, just disguise themselves in various ways. To put it bluntly, it is to deceive oneself and others. The great sculptor Rodin once said, "Beauty is everywhere …" Yes, beauty is all around us.
The autumn wind in September conveys the different fragrance of fallen leaves. Facing the autumn wind, I came to a new school, bid farewell to yesterday's past and started a new campus life.
Through the wide playground and corridor, I came to my new class and sat in my seat. I am full of hope, looking forward to the future of my new school, and I can't help laughing. Listening to the English teacher's class, fluent English got into my ears, enjoying the cultural atmosphere in the early morning, and I remember my English class notes well.
Unconsciously, an English class passed. I closed my book and looked around the new classroom. The classroom is full of students' laughter and joy, filled with a happy atmosphere. Because I am a freshman, I am not prepared. I'm thinking about how to spend my day. The classmate at the front desk helped me solve this little trouble ... She turned around and handed me a piece of paper with school supplies to buy in the new semester. Then she turned and lowered her head, bent down and took out a new one and handed it to me. She looked me in the eye, smiled, showed her white teeth, and said in a sweet voice, "This is a school thing that needs to be bought. I think you can use it today. " I wrote about her, "What's your name? Thank you. " Then, we exchanged names, and she became my first friend in my new school-Zheng Yawen.
She has an oval face, a high nose, long black hair and fair skin. Such exquisite facial features can't help but remind me of Shi, and her beautiful image is fresh in my memory.
After a few more classes, the whole morning passed like this. It's time for lunch, but I forgot to bring my spoon. She asked humorously while worrying about how to solve lunch. "Forgot to bring a spoon? Children's shoes? " I couldn't help giggling for a while and nodded my head. She did not hesitate to lend me the spoon and said; "You eat first, I'll eat later" is such a common six words, but it contains full friendship and warm friendship between classmates, which makes me very moved. When she laughed, the intoxicating dimples were embedded in her white cheeks, which was very beautiful. ...
In the afternoon, my leisure time passed by in a hurry. In the comfortable self-study time, I opened the notebook given to me by Wen Ya and started a journey of knowledge, writing ancient prose and smelling the faint fragrance from the notebook, so that learning was no longer boring. Looking up, I couldn't help looking at Wen Ya. She concentrates on her studies and is careful. Beautiful black hair hangs freely on her back, and her quiet beauty is also printed in her mind, which is unforgettable.
After a short rest, I continued to study. I never thought that the ocean of knowledge was so vast.
Gradually, the afternoon passed through my fingers and the school was over. I'm still a little unfamiliar with this environment and don't know how to get to the station. At this moment, Yawen suddenly jumped in front of me from behind, which startled me. "Xiaotian, let me drive you, and I will accompany you." The burden in my heart has finally fallen, and there is a way to go.
She walked downstairs with me all the time, then left safely, and turned around and waved goodbye to me from time to time. The figure she left behind reflected a beautiful arc in the sunset. ...
What is beauty? Generous and helpful; What is beauty? When others are in trouble, it is to lend a helping hand; What is beauty? It was an optimistic, yearning and confident smile. Beauty is all around us; Beauty is everywhere.
The most beautiful person around me is 6 thin and thin figure, smooth forehead, lightly picked eyebrows and sword-like eyes-this is indeed the head teacher after stepping onto the podium-Teacher Song, and it is also the tip of the iceberg of the teacher.
It's not that suffocating eyes make the teacher's aura hide her approachability, but that the teacher himself rarely shows his gentleness. He wants to give his students an invincible "Dong Fangbubai", and he doesn't want to shed a little girl's soft rice rolls tears. Just thanking the students, the light reflected in her eyes is enough to overshadow the light of a room. It's as if what she received is as precious as jade and pearls.
I just stared quietly, staring at the teacher who changed the topic, venting the soft water in my eyes and hiding in the window to wipe my tears. The teacher who wipes tears behind our backs has never seen the usual edges and corners, even if there is only one back. Just an ordinary teacher's long-cherished wish, only one mother should feel gratified and satisfied. Rao, the warm atmosphere and bright lights in the classroom during the class meeting at night did not bring the shadows together to comfort them.
The teacher's eyes are bright, as bright as sea water without dust, as bright as never squinting. Her eyes are like cold stars, like autumn water, like black water and silver kept in white water and silver. The end is the domineering that ordinary people can't reach, and the end is this luxury. Not to mention the open atmosphere between her words and deeds, and the free and easy nature brought by the heavy precipitation of years.
This is naturally the way the teacher walked off the platform.
When my grandmother first met Mr. Song, she always said to me privately, "What a cheerful person your head teacher is!" I asked, "How can I see it?"
Grandma smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a teacher who would greet her parents first and walk arm in arm with an old lady like me?" There is no shelf at all! "I really got a fright. People with temperament are rarely so kind, and people with such kindness are rarely so temperament. So it's really rare.
I'm always afraid to look the teacher in the eye. There are a hundred pairs of sharp eyes hidden in that hole, and I feel embarrassed to be naked every time I touch them. This deadly feeling of choking and caressing the back is really not very good. However, thanks to her kindness, she sometimes just floats a meaningful smile even if she sees through it. Therefore, for a long time, I have a bad taste-don't stare at the teacher when I am guilty, because her eyes are like a black hole with a mysterious whirlpool. If you are not careful, it will be absorbed by her whole mind. Was eaten clean.
It is difficult to know a person, and what we can capture is even rarer. They are like an open story book. The content of this book is rich and colorful, and I am not nearsighted enough to read the title page, so I can't make arbitrary conclusions and make subjective assumptions about its heavy content. Even so, I still have reason to proudly introduce to others: this is the teacher Song I know, the head teacher of Class Two!