My teacher's composition in grade six 1 My head teacher in grade five and six is like my second father. He is not tall, and his appearance is not amazing!
In the third and fourth grades, Mr. Lin was my head teacher. However, after I was promoted to Grade Five or Six, Mr. Tang became my head teacher. At first, I didn't like his class very much. After a long time, I have more contact. I gradually became familiar with my head teacher, Miss Tang. In my mind, he is a teacher who doesn't care about personal grievances.
I remember that time, it was a Chinese class. After class, I didn't prepare the textbook. I put my hand in the cupboard. At the moment, a powerful tenor froze me. I looked around and it was quiet. I looked at my teacher, who looked at me with angry eyes. The teacher talked a lot in class. I know the teacher is talking about me! I was scolded by the teacher and almost came out with tears in my eyes. I was very upset and angry at that time.
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes with a paper towel and continued to listen to the class. But when I heard the teacher say that I would invite my classmates to study, I couldn't help raising my hand. But the teacher didn't see it. At that time, I thought to myself, that must have been a trick. The teacher was angry and didn't call me. I'm a little discouraged. The last two paragraphs are hopeless. I put my hand down. Suddenly, the teacher gave me one last chance! I read it out loud with emotion. After reading it, the teacher praised me for my good reading and told me to try harder next time. Ah, the teacher is really a person who doesn't care about personal grievances!
Teacher Tang is an ordinary teacher. He cultivated the buds from generation to generation and the flowers of the motherland with his own efforts. Whenever I think about it, I can't help thinking about my teacher.
The second article of my teacher's sixth grade composition has a pair of eyes shining with innocence and enthusiasm. Like a pair of diamonds that can open a stone, a tiny and beautiful nose.
Two thin lips are too expressive, as if ready to tie a ponytail at any time. Wear a blue dress, black pants and black shoes. This is my math teacher.
We like her very much. Sometimes she is strict, sometimes she is amiable, and sometimes she cares about us like a mother.
My math teacher is sometimes very kind. Her class is lively, interesting and easy to understand. She always takes every student seriously. If a classmate doesn't understand the teacher, she will speak patiently until he understands. This is my math teacher.
My math teacher is sometimes very strict. Recently, the teacher launched a "fake activity" in the class (as far as I know, it was to crack down on students who pretended to study). If the teacher catches you pretending to study, hehe, you should know the ending.
This is my math teacher, a strict and kind math teacher like my mother.
I have a gentle teacher. Her name is Zhang Youli, and we all affectionately call her Miss Zhang.
I remember once, I only got 80 points in dictation in class. I thought Mr. Zhang asked me to stay in order to severely criticize me, but Mr. Zhang used his rest time to help me correct my mistakes. With the careful guidance of Teacher Zhang, I got a score of 100 next time.
People say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. Others compare teachers to hardworking gardeners who water and fertilize our seedlings every day.
This is my teacher, a gentle and considerate teacher.
You see, the middle-aged man with a smile and a big stack of books in his hand is coming towards me at a distance. This is our class teacher, Miss Li, in Class Two, Grade Three. She is amiable, just like a kind mother. Seeing her, I felt a respect in my heart. She is a very responsible teacher.
Miss Li was seriously ill a few days ago, and the doctor asked her to have an operation. But in order not to let us fall behind because of changing teachers, we insisted on giving us classes.
She didn't take two classes until she fainted. After we heard about it, we all went to see Miss Li. When we saw Miss Li sitting on the bed and looking pale, we all felt very sour and suggested that she have a good rest for a few days. But Miss Li smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to see me. Now our graduating class is very nervous. If I take a few days off and delay your class, I can't. " After listening to Mr. Li's words, I felt a warm current coming to my heart and silently wished my husband a speedy recovery. The next day, she insisted on giving us lessons. In class, Miss Li's hoarse voice always echoes in our ears. She taught us a lot about being human. How can we stop students from listening carefully and remembering those simple words carefully? Every day, Miss Li always goes out early and comes back late. The red tick in the exercise book contains how much effort she has made! We have such a good head teacher, can the learning atmosphere in the class be bad? So our class is rated as an excellent class group every year. The bright awards on the classroom wall all contain Mr. Li's painstaking efforts. We are proud of having such a good teacher!
In life, she is also meticulous to us. I remember once I caught a cold. Seeing that I was blushing, Miss Li came over to touch my forehead and asked with concern, "Do you have a fever?" Let me be careful not to take off my clothes and eat cold food when I go home. The next day, as soon as Miss Li saw me, she asked her if she had taken medicine yesterday. Are you feeling better? Miss Li is like this. She works for our class day and night.
Speaking of teacher Li's concern for students, I'm afraid I can't finish talking for a day and a night. She is a person who is devoted to education, has no expectations of others, and has the quality of candle chalk. Do you think my head teacher, Miss Li, is good?
Talking about teachers, I think of Nie Lihua, the head teacher of Class Five in our primary school.
Teacher Nie is very young. She should be only 30 years old now (now I am in Grade Two). The teacher is very beautiful, with a pair of arch eyebrows, big eyes as transparent and shining as a clear spring, angular nose and lips, and smiles like my rabbit teeth. Good figure, water snake waist, "long legs", the only fly in the ointment is that the forehead is a little wider. Like most teachers, they are "glasses".
Teacher Nie is a versatile person. Not only the handwriting is good, but also the painting is good. I remember in primary school, once, the class carried out class team activities. It's almost time for class, and the teacher hurried from the classroom, as if he had forgotten something. I peeped at the door of the classroom and saw the teacher getting closer and closer to me, only to think of returning to my seat at once. When the teacher arrived at the door of the classroom, the students were already sitting in their seats. Teacher Nie came in, only glanced at us, then went to the podium and picked up some colored chalk and a white chalk from the lecture table, then turned around and waved such a "brush" on the blackboard. The class began, and Teacher Nie didn't stop writing until the bell rang.
I thought, "Wow, teacher, you are really something. You arranged the blackboard so beautifully in just a few minutes. Not only the big letters are so beautiful, but also the flowers and patterns around them are so beautiful! Awesome! " I thought and chanted. To be so bold, he shouted loudly: "Wow! Teacher! How fast! " The corners of the teacher's mouth are tilted by a beautiful margin. Without saying anything, he directly turned on the tape recorder, played the songs of the youth team, and the class meeting began. ...
Teacher Nie is also very strict. ...
In a word, Teacher Nie is a strict teacher, a loving mother and an all-round tutor. We will never forget her.
My teacher's sixth grade composition The teacher is fire, which ignites the students' mind for knowledge. The teacher is a stone class, sending students to the top of Shu Mountain. Teachers-what a great profession, the spring breeze moistens things silently.
During the six years of primary school study, many teachers have taught us, but what I can't forget most is Teacher Ding.
Teacher Ding was very old when he taught us, but he never loved us less than others. He worked hard.
In grade one or two, Mr. Ding taught us math and PE. Every time in class, Mr. Ding smiles and is very serious and responsible. Teacher Ding is very kind to us. In physical education class, he cares more about us girls. Miss Ding plays with us girls in every activity. I remember once, a group of girls were listening to Mr. Ding talking about the students he had taught before. We sat in a circle on the lawn of the playground and listened to Teacher Ding. Soon, a group of boys gathered around me. I was fascinated and thought: Teacher Ding has taught so many students.
A few years have passed, Mr. Ding is getting older and older, and we have grown up. There are many new teachers in our school. Everything has changed, the only thing that hasn't changed is Mr. Ding's caring and conscientious heart. This semester, Mr. Ding is teaching physical education class in Class 15. He often plays games and tells stories with children. On one occasion, when we were engaged in activities, we saw Mr. Ding with his students. Later, we went to Mr. Ding and found that Mr. Ding was telling a story with the students in Class 1-5. It turned out to be our business! We listened, as if we were back to the happy time we spent with Mr. Ding.
Who teaches us knowledge? Who taught us to be human? Who cultivated naive seedlings into towering trees? It is you! Teacher! It is you who, with your hard sweat, have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring, and it is you who have nurtured our growth! How can I forget my teacher's kindness?
My Teacher's Sixth Grade Composition Article 7 When I picked up the primary school graduation photo, the first thing I saw was my amiable and respectable teacher Li. Although he looks a little thin, he sits firmly in the middle of the class and looks particularly brave and kind.
I remember that on the first day of my third grade, I was sitting in the classroom waiting for class, and suddenly a figure appeared at the door of the classroom. He quickly stepped onto the platform and said hello to his classmates in fluent Mandarin. His free and easy movements and rich baritone attracted the whole class.
He is our head teacher, Miss Li, and she is also a Chinese teacher. He speaks beautifully, sometimes quietly, sometimes humorously, sometimes seriously, likes telling stories and chatting at home. I listened with relish, and unconsciously, I put all the knowledge into my mind. Let a person who doesn't like learning Chinese like Chinese.
He not only speaks well in lectures, but also writes vigorously and forcefully. The blackboard is clean and tidy, and he takes pains to write all the knowledge he needs to learn on the blackboard, for fear that the classmate will not learn it. Miss Li treats all students equally, whether they are top students or poor students. Correcting homework is never perfunctory, not even a punctuation mark.
Miss Li is not only very responsible for our study, but also very concerned about our life. He taught us a lot of games during extracurricular activities. Sometimes he plays with us.
Miss Li is always full of energy and never tired. It is also a treasure house of knowledge, which will never be exhausted. Although more than three years have passed, the image of Miss Li is still deeply imprinted in my mind.
It is true that my teacher is a gardener and my teacher is a mother. Teacher Chen is such a person. To students, she is like a gardener and a mother. She left a deep and beautiful memory for my primary school life.
Teacher XX took over our class in the sixth grade. We haven't been together long, but she has become the person I admire most.
She is of medium height, with long shawl hair, always neatly combed, and her bright eyes sparkle with confidence and determination. Always smiling when you see us. Don't think she is kind. Besides being kind, she is also a strict teacher!
Teacher XX has a daughter who is in Grade One in our school. That is a chubby and lovely child.
My study is not very good. But teacher XX didn't abandon me after taking over. She often makes up lessons for me alone after school. Remember the mid-term exam last semester. Our playful comments are not in place yet. Teacher XX is very worried about me. Gave me a good scolding. Urge me to review carefully after school every day. There are also several times to make up lessons for me after school until 7 o'clock. Not only she is hungry, but also her 7-year-old daughter is hungry with us. What a pity to think of it now!
In addition to being kind to me, Teacher XX is equally responsible for all the students.
Last semester was near the final exam. The students all came to school early for self-study classes. But the first teacher to arrive every day, XX, will come to class soon, but has never come. The students are all talking about it. At this time, the Chinese teacher came and said, "Teacher XX's child is ill and may not be able to come today." As soon as the Chinese teacher's voice fell, there was a discussion in the classroom. The teacher knocked on the table. "Quiet, quiet. Now review the formula by yourself. Please open the page 10 1 ... "
Just then, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open. Teacher XX came in panting, wiped the sweat on his head with his hand and said, "Sorry, classmates. The teacher came late. Class begins now. " XXX stood up and said loudly, "Teacher, isn't your daughter sick?" ? You'd better go back and take care of her, and we'll review our lessons ourselves! ""Yes, yes "echoed in the classroom. Teacher Chen held out her hand and the classroom suddenly became quiet. "The exam is coming in a few days, and I won't let you fall behind in your homework. XX has a doctor watching in the hospital, don't worry! Besides, you are also my child! "I was moved by the teacher's words. Since then, I have planted a seed of love in my gentle heart.
This is our XX teacher, such as the gardener and mother's XX teacher. I'll never forget Mr. XX!
My teacher's sixth grade composition article 9 He sat quietly under a vigorous old elm tree. There is a paper fan on the table in front of him. He writes on a fan with a brush, covered in green ... and he is also my teacher.
It was last summer, the burning sun hung in the light blue sky, and cicadas kept calling in the trees. My parents and I went to the forest of steles in Xi 'an. We walked leisurely on the path of the ancient street, but the hot weather made me unwilling to visit. Seeing the paper fan on the street corner stall, I suggested, "buy a fan!" " "Dad agreed. As we approached the booth, we saw a man in his forties writing on a fan. The fan painted pine and cypress standing on the edge of the cliff, with many love poems on the side. "Ah? This ..... "I saw my uncle's right arm, and he was writing. The uncle has no right hand, and his right arm is tied with a brush dipped in ink and waved on the fan. When my mother saw my surprise, she gave me a quick look. Uncle smiled and said nothing. In the subsequent communication, I learned that my uncle's hand was accidentally crushed by a machine while working in a factory, and he had to be amputated. My uncle's wife is still working, and my son has gone to college. My uncle proudly said, "I did all the calligraphy and painting on this fan by myself." "I can't help but admire this uncle. After a long time, I really want to know how he persisted, but I am too embarrassed to ask. He seemed to know, and said, "Actually, I didn't want to live when I amputated. I can't do anything, I can only rely on others to take care of me. Then I thought, I can't be so spineless. I have to live and do something. My handwriting is not bad, that's all. "
Life is like this, there will be many difficulties and setbacks, but as long as you persist, a rainbow will appear. I learned this from my uncle, who is also my teacher.