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Recall my teacher's composition.
On the road of my growth, there are many good teachers to accompany me to grow up. The scene of so many good teachers caring for students and educating students flashed before my eyes like a movie. The following are four short articles I have compiled for you to remember my teacher. Welcome to read, I hope it helps.

Recalling my teacher's composition 1 Recalling my former teachers, there are many, such as Miss Yuan, Miss Lu, Miss Wang and Miss Chen ... They all make me very grateful, but what I can't forget most is Miss Lu, because her eyes are so fierce that I meet them every day.

Although Miss Lu is not as young and beautiful as Miss Wang, she gives me the impression that she is amiable. She has affectionate eyes, rough hands and long hair with a few silver threads. It seems difficult to correct our homework day and night. Here, I want to say to Teacher Lu: "Teacher Lu, you have worked hard!" "

I remember one day after school at noon, all the other students in the school left. I stayed alone in the classroom, cleaned it up and sprinkled water on it. Then, I ran home sweating. In the afternoon, as soon as Mr. Lu entered the classroom, he cast his eyes on me. The whole class laughed and my heart was full of sweetness.

Another time, I cleaned the blackboard after class. Because I am short, I have to jump over and clean. Unexpectedly, I spilled chalk all over the floor at once. I was frightened, afraid that Teacher Lu would criticize me. However, instead of criticizing me, Teacher Lu praised me, which made me very unhappy.

Teacher Lu is also very strict. Once, I was absent-minded in class and began to play truant. Teacher Lu saw this and looked at me with stern eyes. I was absorbed in the class again soon.

Miss Lu, she has added infinite strength to me, shining my goal of going forward bravely, so that I can achieve excellent results in school by going up a storey still higher!

Recalling my teacher's composition 2 Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have graduated from primary school and entered junior high school. Looking back at the road you have traveled, the footprints are from light to heavy. Looking at my report card since childhood, I can't help thinking of her. ...

She is of medium height and dressed simply. She is my math teacher.

My math scores from grade one to grade three are always average, and I always have no significant achievements. Since the fourth grade, this math teacher has taken over our class until now.

My math teacher teaches very well, which is one of the few in our "math field". It is also common for me to be criticized by the math teacher. It's not that I'm stupid, but that I'm always careless, and I always take 1 as 7. This is the painstaking efforts made by my math teacher for me.

The math teacher is very kind, even if she is angry in class, she will always forget it after class, and she always likes to chat with her classmates after class, so all the students in our class like her very much.

I am a math teacher, and I am also very responsible. On a Chinese teacher's business trip, I signed up for the national composition selection competition for primary and secondary school students to welcome the Olympic Games, but no teacher corrected it for me when I wrote it. I'm a math teacher and I run around. This teacher corrected it for me and asked that teacher to correct it for me. Finally, I won the third prize. I really appreciate my math teacher!

The math teacher taught us for two years, which broke our hearts and made our white hair crawl out quietly.

Of all the teachers in my primary school life, I admire my math teacher the most! I will never forget her!

Recall my teacher's composition 3. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.

I can't say that your handsome face often appears in my mind, but I unconsciously forget your appearance. Seeing that the current math teacher is somewhat similar to you, I always hope to remember you when I see him, but I can't remember him all the time, and I always think of another teacher similar to you.

Just remember your sunny smile and kind tone. Irrigation brings us new knowledge every day. I am naughty and bold, and I always do something unexpected. Looking back now, I was naive, but you always tolerated me. You stare at me, I stare at you. At that time, all the students laughed. I was joking with you, and you didn't mind at all

At that time, the whole class said that you loved me the most, and I was very happy to hear that. Actually, I'm not the best student in my class. I am very careless. Every time I stare at the red cross in the exam, you will always say to me helplessly, "Alas, when will you correct your carelessness?" I gave you an unhappy look at that time, but you were not angry, so gradually, I will check the exam. I used to hate checking papers.

One day, the teacher in our class suddenly changed. I heard something happened to your mother. Last time I saw you during exercise, you smiled at me. Since then, you have left my life.

The later teacher was an old man. Strangely, he is a little fierce, but he loves me very much. However, he didn't say I was careless, but always praised me for being smart. He is a bit like you, but a little different.

I don't know where you are now, and I don't know if you are still engaged in the profession of teacher. On this day, I want to say to you-Happy Teacher's Day! I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.

Recalling the teacher's composition, time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have been promoted from primary school to junior high school. Although I have forgotten many things, I still have such a beautiful memory in my mind. ...

Every time I open the box of happy memories, my eyes can't help but turn red, because I think of a teacher who looks more energetic with a ponytail, a simple T-shirt and a pair of washed white jeans. She is my first grade teacher, a teacher who makes me feel warm. As far as I can remember, she will keep walking and jumping.

I remember that I was very withdrawn at that time and didn't want to play with my friends. I always let my grandmother accompany me to school every morning, otherwise I will cry and be forced to stay on campus by my grandmother. I almost always went to school like this, and I almost got used to it until one day I met her.

That morning, I still snuggled up to my grandmother and entered the campus. When grandma was leaving, I cried a lot. Grandma ignored me and left without looking back. I am sad. I happened to meet a new teacher. She wiped the tears from my face with her hand, took my hand and said to me gently, "Come, look at the school. Come, the teacher will tell you a good story. " Then he took me into the classroom. In class, she is not like a serious teacher at all, but an amiable big sister. The lessons she gave us were lively and interesting, and sometimes she inserted some jokes to make us laugh. We all like her.

Once after class, I sat in a chair alone in a daze. Seeing that I often don't play with my friends, she ran over and pulled me out. She took me to kick shuttlecock and jump rubber bands with those female classmates, and I soon integrated into them. At that moment, I suddenly felt that she seemed to be a girl as big as me.

With the happiness she brought me, I gradually became cheerful. I can always fight with my classmates after class. In my eyes, the smile on her face became warmer with my change. Although I have only been with her for one semester, I have deep feelings for her. When I came to my parents, she didn't forget to tell me to be happy all the time. When she left, she fought back tears to see me off. As soon as I saw her, I held her in my arms and cried, and her eyes were red. Tears fell from her face and fell to the ground, immediately blooming a "Lu" brilliance.

I haven't seen her for years. Maybe she has forgotten me as a student now, but I will never forget that she opened my heart. I miss the temperature on her fingers, her humorous words, her warm smile and everything about her. ...