Write a story about me and my teacher.

I write a story composition (400 words) with my teacher.

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 my once timid little girl 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.

Two. Story composition about me and my teacher: 300 words.

What happened between me and my teacher, in the time of contact with my teacher, was like a bright sky; Everything that happened was like a little star twinkling. One of the stars is the brightest: it happened in my first grade. One day at noon, I went home for dinner. On the way, I felt sick in my stomach, and then I stumbled home. I couldn't even eat any more. My mother saw that I had a terrible stomachache and quickly carried me to the hospital. It was already 2 o'clock when I arrived at the hospital, and it was 3: 30 when I registered, saw a doctor and got medicine. School is over. I thought, "That's it. I don't know my homework yet. How to pay it tomorrow? " Besides, I didn't ask the teacher for leave. What should I do? "After returning home, I want to call my classmates to ask, but I can't find the phone book. Alas, it's all my fault for being so forgetful at ordinary times. Tomorrow morning, I come to school with anxiety. In the second class, the teacher said face to face, and whoever was told would take out his homework. I thought, "That's it, I will be criticized. "More and more people are calling, and the classmate in front of me has arrived. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for my name to be called. Three minutes passed and the teacher didn't speak. Five minutes passed, and the teacher finally spoke: "XX, come up! "Oh, it wasn't me, wasn't it ... After class, I gently walked into the teacher's office and explained why I didn't hand in my homework and didn't ask for leave. The teacher kindly said to me," It doesn't matter. The reason why the teacher didn't call you face to face is because I knew you would take the initiative to apologize to me, right? ""Yes, "I replied." But don't forget to ask for leave when you are sick in the future! ""OK, I see, teacher. Thank you. "At noon, the teacher used the rest time to make up for the class I left behind yesterday. At that moment, I listened very carefully. At that time, I saw that the teacher was not as strict as usual, but became more gentle. Although it was a small matter, it left a deep impression in my heart. Teachers are like hardworking gardeners cultivating our seedlings. Teachers give us too much. I will remember every word the teacher said, and I will always remember the tolerance the teacher gave me.

Three. The school should write a weekly diary of more than 500 words, entitled "My Story with the Teacher".

Don't always rely on others, you should rely on yourself with your own brain. Others can help you, but they can't help you for a lifetime. More importantly, you have to think about how to write on your own. You can buy and read more composition books and learn how others write. You are too dependent. This is just a small matter. In the future, many things in society will depend on ourselves, and we must learn to stand on our own feet.

Ⅳ The fourth grade composition "The Story of My Teacher and I" is 400 words.

I have a composition teacher. Her name is Miss Chu. She often wears a ponytail and a pair of small glasses. She looks a little old-fashioned, but she is a very lively person, very talkative and a little childish. She is also a very gentle teacher. No matter how big a mistake a student makes, she always talks reason with a smile and asks everyone to correct that mistake. In this way, all her students like her class, just as fans see their idols.

Once after class, my mother didn't come to pick me up. Watching the minutes pass, I'm almost anxious at noon 12. Teacher Chu asked me to wait in the office. Her Chinese food arrived as scheduled, and she secretly put it in the cupboard and waited with me. My stomach and teacher Chu's stomach are like deflated balloons, and they have been cooing. I waited like an ant on hot bricks. She said slowly, "Don't worry. Anyway, the teacher is fine. I can wait for your mother with you." Say that finish, the in the mind have a kind of unspeakable taste. The long-awaited mother came, but teacher Chu's lunch was already cold. I bowed my head and walked out of the office with guilt, thinking, "Thank you! Teacher Chu! "

Teacher Chu's class is characterized by liveliness, and there are many games he often plays-passing parcels. Teacher Chu clapped her hands and asked the students to pass a flower. The teacher clapped his hands, and whoever spent it answered, or performed a program. The "victim" of this class is Luo Jun. He likes reading books, so he recited a poem. Then the second little girl, really wondering why, learned to bark. When the interest in playing games is high, Mr. Chu asked everyone to write a composition on the game and finish an exercise with a smile. Taking her class was easy and lively, which made me fall in love with writing quietly.

Teacher Chu is like a bright lighthouse. It leads us out of the pain of writing and towards the truth of sunshine. Thank you, Teacher Chu!

Ⅳ Write a 450-word composition on the topic of some stories between me and my teacher.

The story between me and my teacher.

In the same class, the same teacher, the same teacher, inadvertently, there will be a short story, which is very beautiful to me.

When I was in primary school, my class teacher's surname was Wang, and a pair of glasses with high myopia were on the bridge of my nose, and my long curly hair was tied in a knot, which gave people a very refreshing feeling. Every time the class rings, I hear the sound of high heels reaching our classroom, and I wait for Miss Wang quietly.

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Once, Mr. Wang wrote an application problem. At that time, I tried to think about how to do this problem, but I was halfway through. The teacher asked me to answer the question "I ... I ..." I hesitated because I hadn't done that problem yet.

After coming out, I had to keep silent and wait for the teacher's criticism. "Haven't you finished? Or really not? " The teacher came up to me as he spoke. Teacher Wang looked at my notebook and found that I had done half the math problem.

Smiled and said to me: "Now make this substitution!" I worked out the problem slowly and gave the answer. The whole class burst into warm applause. The teacher stepped onto the platform and said meaningfully to us:

"We should be United and friendly in this big family, and we should safeguard each other's dignity for the sake of mutual love. Respect is what everyone needs. May we respect and love each other in this big family! ! "

The class broke into thunderous applause, which didn't stop for a long time. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for letting us know what dignity, respect and friendship are. Say "thank you" again! ! ! ! ! ! "

ⅵ Story composition of my teacher and me

The story of me and my teacher.

Some people say: "Teachers are hardworking gardeners", while others say: "Teachers are our second parents". I think these metaphors are well-deserved for teachers. Indeed, teachers take good care of us, and there are many such examples around me.

After finishing primary school, I will go to junior high school. Faced with this small choice in life, my parents chose No.2 Middle School for me. "Choosing No.2 Middle School is choosing success", which is what my parents told me. When I got to school, I found that this sentence was true and my grades gradually improved. Of course, this is the teacher's encouragement, support, help and guidance. For example, Teacher Su in our class is very concerned about my study. As long as I don't understand anything, she will seriously explain it to me until I understand it. And teacher Zhu, who is very tight on my study, is afraid that I will relax. As long as I don't hand in my homework once, she will ask me to make it up at once. She also said to me, "You should work hard to get into (1) class, so that you can give full play to your talents." Of course, there is teacher Zhang, who cares about me the most and loves me the most. She treated me like her own child. She cares about the details of everything, just like my mother. There is one thing I can't forget until now.

I remember one time, somehow, I suddenly fell ill. I have a runny nose when I get up in the morning, and I can't finish wiping it. I always wipe it and run it. I thought I had a cold, so I stuffed a tissue into class. The first one or two classes were ok, and I didn't miss much. The third class was teacher Zhang's. At this time, my nose was running badly, I sneezed, and tears followed. Teacher Zhang saw me like this and went to the front and said kindly, "What's the matter?" I said, "Nothing, just a little cold.

Hearing this, the teacher said, "Why don't you prescribe medicine?" Teacher Zhang asked in surprise. I managed to smile and said, "Nothing". Teacher Zhang seemed relieved to see me like this, and continued his lecture. But before long, Mr. Zhang seemed a little worried about me. Inadvertently, I wrote "Fa" as "Fa". My classmate reminded me: Teacher Zhang, the word is wrong. Teacher Zhang suddenly realized and changed it. To this end, I am so touched!

After class, the teacher came up to me again and said, "soldier, are you all right?" Do you want to go to the hospital? "Teacher zhang asked kindly. At this time, I was moved by the teacher's words and deeds and wanted to cry, but I held back. Because gentlemen don't cry easily, this is what Teacher Li told me when I was in primary school.

I said excitedly, "Teacher, I'm fine. Please buy some medicine for me. " The teacher asked again, "Are you really all right?" I just smiled and said, of course it's okay.

The teacher left with confidence. In the afternoon, Teacher Zhang handed me a small bottle of medicine. I asked gratefully, Teacher Zhang, how much is it? The teacher said: no, you go and take medicine quickly! Pay more attention in the future and don't catch a cold again. You are the only resident in our class. You should learn to take care of yourself.

After listening to teacher Zhang, I was deeply moved. Later, I handed her the money. Teacher Zhang said: No need, as long as you study hard and move towards your ideal.

After listening to the teacher, I was even more moved. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I held back again. Because I know that only if I succeed, I will be rewarded by Teacher Zhang. After I entered junior high school, many teachers in No.2 Middle School silently cared about me. They don't ask for anything in return, as long as their students can become talents in the future, it is the greatest reward for them.

Teachers in No.2 Middle School are so diligent in serving students, caring for every student and dedicating their beautiful youth. Each of them is our mentor and our good friend. I want to say to all teachers: teachers, I love you! You have worked hard!

The story of me and my teacher.

People say, "Only mothers are good in the world." I said, "There are still good teachers in the world."

That was when I was in the second grade of primary school. Teacher Zhang took over our class. The overall impression she gave us was that she was in her thirties, with short hair and a round face, which gave us an amiable feeling.

Shortly after Mr. Zhang took over the class, my parents were in conflict and clamoring for a divorce. My mother left me and lived in my grandmother's house. Dad left me in a rage and ran away from home. I was left alone, feeling sad and scared, and I didn't feel tears. Just when I was sad, Teacher Zhang came to my side and took me to her home to live with my daughter Xiaoyan. She only has a desk at home, so she asked me to do my homework and rushed Xiaoyan to the crib to write. Children's Day is coming, and I don't want to mention how sad it is to see all the students wearing new clothes to celebrate the festival. "Little Red," a friendly voice rang in my ear. I looked up and unexpectedly found Mr. Zhang standing in front of me with a fashion in his hand. Teacher Zhang smiled and said, "Xiaohong, come and try to see if this dress fits?" I couldn't believe my ears until the teacher dressed me. I was still standing there with a warm heart. Teacher Zhang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go to the grand party!" I was so excited that I didn't know what to say and went to the meeting happily. Afterwards, I learned that this dress was made by teacher Zhang during her three-night break. This needle and thread embodies teacher Zhang's love.

Once, Xiaoyan and I both caught a cold, had a fever and a headache, and couldn't go to school. After Mr. Zhang went to the hospital to buy medicine, he hurried to class. Some people hurried home to accompany us after school and told us some interesting stories. In the evening, Teacher Zhang lets Xiaoyan sleep alone, but she sleeps with me so as to take care of me from time to time. At night, I was feverish and delirious. When I cried for my mother, Teacher Zhang held me tightly in her arms, patting and humming, making me feel that my mother was by my side. After I fell ill, Mr. Zhang spent another week making up lessons for me, so that my academic performance did not fall behind.

I lived in teacher Zhang's house for two years. In her home, I got my lost maternal love, and my wounded heart slowly recovered. It was not until my parents reconciled and took me home that I reluctantly left this home full of maternal love. From then on, I had a special feeling for Mr. Zhang.

Now that I have graduated from primary school, I heard that Teacher Zhang has also been transferred to other places. Since then, I have never seen Mr. Zhang again.

Teacher Zhang, you are really my most respected good teacher!

ⅶ The story of me and my teacher is 800 words.

Teacher, I want to tell you.

I will never forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the Big Dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me pure dreams and gave me strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the sea of knowledge, holding a spring in your hand, and sweating all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart and a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Don't look back, string up the footsteps of Spring and Autumn. My life moves on in your expectant eyes. ...

Teacher, I want to tell you ...

I was a little surprised when you first came to our class two years ago. You are so young, how can you replace Mr. Wang who has more teaching experience than you? Can we learn knowledge well and improve our grades in these important two years of primary school? I wasn't the only one who thought so at that time. Everyone in my class thought so. We all walked into the fourth grade classroom with such a question mark.

When you gave us the first Chinese lesson, the sentence "Hello, classmates" and the 90-degree bow were deeply imprinted in our minds. From that moment on, we have a good impression on you. We answer the sentence "Hello, teacher" with expectation and respect for you. Perhaps it is your humorous class that makes us deeply fall in love with you and our big friend, our Chinese teacher.

After you came to our class, not only did you let us learn the knowledge in the textbook well, but you also often sacrificed your own time to learn more and practice writing. You corrected all the compositions we handed in carefully and responsibly, and wrote different comments for each of us. It is because of these comments that we understand the defects in the composition and correct them more quickly. Our skills to improve our writing skills are among them.

Your contribution to us has finally paid off. We won the second place in the whole school composition competition. Now, our class is famous for its good composition. All this is due to your contribution. You have lived up to our expectations. In the days when you taught us, our Chinese scores gradually improved and our composition level was higher than that of our peers. We are all proud to have a teacher like you.

These two years, you are like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have been protecting us with open arms, at the same time, you have also taught us a wealth of knowledge, so that we can thrive. Accompanied by you, we have grown up and become big brothers and sisters in the school. We are about to leave this place where we have lived and studied for six years and step into another new school to start a new study and life.

Before I leave this school, I want to say "hello teacher" to you again, so that the teacher-student relationship will remain in our hearts forever as it was at the beginning.

"Good teacher ..."

ⅷ Prose "My Teacher's Story"

Thanksgiving heart, thank you.

Chalk career, the spring and autumn of the podium, embodies the persistent pursuit and deep love of many teachers. We often say that spring is beautiful and full of vitality; The sun is great and selfless; The sea is vast and magnificent. But who can tell me, who is the person who combines the three in the world? Here I can proudly say: "She is our glorious people's teacher", because she is engaged in the most glorious career in the world. Yes, in the sacred teaching world, teacher love is a rational sun, shining on the earth and warming people; Teacher's love is a river of feelings, watering the peaches and plums in the garden and nourishing the students; Love makes the world last forever and human beings last forever! In my understanding, the teacher's love is meticulous care; Is an unshirkable responsibility; It is the sublimation of maternal love; It is the blend and dedication of knowledge and emotion!

From the beginning of learning English until we became senior students, our beloved teacher Qu taught us for four years!

In class, the classroom is her clear and kind inspiration and the students' confident answer; After class, it is her loving teaching voice to her classmates and her warm words of caring and considerate students; It's twelve o'clock at night, and the light in her window is still on. She is still studying teaching materials, teaching methods, analyzing students' current situation, infiltrating ideological education, compiling detailed teaching plans, cultivating students' innovative consciousness and letting them learn to learn.

She is like this, holding the attitude of "doing things seriously, being a down-to-earth person, unwilling to lag behind and always moving forward", taking teaching and educating people as her bounden duty and being a good gardener; Closely link the meaning of one's life with the cause of education, study tirelessly for it, be brave in innovation, and pour enthusiasm and blood into it.

Having said that, I have to mention my teacher Ma. She has worked there for 20 years. In the past 28 years, she has never been late or left early. She always glows silently, emitting her own heat. This summer vacation, I went back to my alma mater to visit my teacher. The dormitory is still my dormitory in primary school, and the desk is still that desk. I'm sorry to see this. But you said you were used to it, and you were willing to do it, because such a person's life is worth it. You also said it was hard to be such a teacher. However, when you receive greetings from students on holidays, and when you see that your students have become useful talents to society, you will feel great gratified! You said something to me when you left. If you meet a good teacher in your life, it will be a lifetime treasure. I hope you can bring eternal wealth to many people.

For the glory of 2 1 century, students, let's study hard, get excellent grades and repay our teachers. And always keep a grateful heart to the teacher and say to the teacher: "grateful heart, thank you!" "

ⅸ Composition "The Story of My Teacher and I" (400)

The story of me and my teacher.

My Chinese teacher, surnamed Liang, is a little tall, but very clever. Be careful in class and never be careless.

He is rich in knowledge and has won many composition awards.

Teacher Liang, you should talk a lot about this text in class. For example, in the fifth lesson, the teacher told us that this text told us that the author expressed his dislike for mosquitoes, and then the toad swallowed two mosquitoes together. Then the teacher of the second lesson "Go One Step, Go One Step" told us that everyone has setbacks, but don't doubt your ability because of temporary setbacks, and then form a kind of pressure. I want to say: when you encounter difficulties, please remember one sentence-there is no eternal difficulty, and there is no insurmountable difficulty, just the length of time. Compared with life, difficulty is just a pigment, a pigment that adds color to life. When you are in trouble, don't run away from the problem, and don't drown your sorrows in wine. There is a saying: "If you drown your worries with wine, you will add to your worries!" As long as you have confidence in yourself, nothing will stop you.

Thank you teacher! You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Like a silkworm, you give yourself and decorate others. Like chalk, you sacrificed yourself and left behind knowledge; You are more like a navigation light, guiding us forward in the ocean of knowledge. ...

I want to thank Mr. Liang, who has taught us a lot of knowledge. You have worked hard!

What happened between me and my teacher? Write a composition (Grade 5).

The teacher is really a great composition.

Some people say that teachers are like candles, which illuminate themselves and others. Some people say that teachers are like hard-working gardeners, paying silently. And I think a thousand words are not as good as one sentence-the teacher is really great!

Teachers, like the source of life, are injected into children's hearts. Every time the teacher writes "knowledge" on the blackboard, it reflects this sentence. Our teacher likes to attend more classes, and students are impatient every time. But I think, teacher, it's for our own good. Teachers are not afraid of hard work and sacrifice their rest time just to give us more knowledge. Isn't it for us that teachers use their youth to teach?

? Why do we complain?

! Teacher, you are so great! I really admire you!

The teacher's hard work is always silent dedication! I really hope the whole class can appreciate the teacher's good intentions. The teacher is really great.

! He taught the seedlings of the motherland.

Let them grow into the pillars of the motherland and make great contributions to society. However, by that time, the teacher was old and had a successor. But we will always remember you, great teacher!

Every silent night, the stars close their sleepy eyes. But teacher, you are still correcting our homework under the bright desk lamp. You must be very tired! Teacher, I want to say, have a rest and don't work too hard on us!

Our fun always wastes your youth. We are sensible and won't do it again!

Teacher, I will cherish the present time and study hard. I will remember you. You will always be our teacher. Teachers who have given me unlimited knowledge, I will work hard when I grow up, and I will remember your earnest teachings!

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