My 72 teacher's composition 1

Each of us came from our school days. No matter when we were students or when we entered the society, we met many teachers, some of whom always left a deep impression on us. How should one write a composition? We can do this by describing the appearance and describing a thing.

Mr. Ai, the head teacher of my fifth grade primary school, has a flat head. The most special thing is his figure, 1.6 meters high, with a big beer belly and a big T-shirt. When he walks, his stomach swings from side to side all over his body. From the back, he must be pregnant. Therefore, we all like to call the head teacher Fat Teacher.

I like the fat teacher's liveliness, cheerfulness and humor. I never fiddle with his authority in front of us, but I have great dignity. He often makes us laugh and makes the classroom in our class full of laughter. Listen! Everyone laughed again. It was the fat teacher who gave us a lesson on life safety. Speaking of diet, he said: If you don't pay attention to your diet, you will be like me. You see, my' little baby' is getting bigger every day. Hearing this, we couldn't help laughing, smiling from ear to ear.

Although the fat teacher has a bad figure, he is still a sports star in our school. I remember the last teacher's sports meeting. In the shot put competition, I saw the fat teacher holding the shot put in his left hand and throwing it up, and the ball returned to his hand gently. He said humorously to other teachers: I will give you my left hand today, haha. Everyone knows that he is left-handed. He held the ball in his left hand and lifted it to his shoulder. When he turned around, he pushed his hand forward. The ball flew to the other side of the playground like an arrow, and we suddenly became stupid.

All that glitters is not gold! The fat teacher is one of my favorite teachers.

My 72-year-old teacher's composition 2

The good times of primary school have long passed. How can I forget the Chinese teacher who is not old after forty? It's been a long time. I haven't seen you for half a year.

I don't know how long it took. I forgot her name, her jokes, and read aloud with us ... but I still can't forget her appearance: our Chinese teacher has a pair of beautiful eyes, long eyelashes bent as if she could eat people, and her mouth is as beautiful as a cherry, with jagged teeth in it, but although her pronunciation is not accurate, her mouth is clear.

She likes joking in class, and naturally she never stops in class. We also listened with relish, but we didn't speak in her class. The best we can do is say a few words in private. Her voice is very light, like a girl's, and sometimes she shouts loudly. If there are no wrinkles on her face, who can tell that she is forty years old? I often joke with her and say, "You are so beautiful." She will also say to me after laughing, "You too."

She also has an angry side. Our grades have been very good and we are firmly in the top four. That time, perhaps because of something, we only got the seventh place. Before, the teacher said that we were all copying My Uncle Lu Xun with paper and pen. This text is very long. We copied it more than five times and naturally got used to it. When the teacher comes into the classroom, he usually smiles, and we laugh silly. Today, with a straight face, she seemed to eat us. The teacher stood motionless in front of the stage and shouted, "Take out the test paper!" " "Gradually, speaking of the test paper, I finally relented and said," It's all right this time. Come next time! " "

Naturally, she is very kind. When a classmate is sick, you personally help him to the infirmary. He can't run, and he doesn't force us to run ... Ah! My dear teacher, when can I see you again!

My 72-year-old teacher's composition 3

Pruned flowers are often more perfect, just like us. Flowers bloom and fall, geese come and go, occasionally relax, taste fragrant tea and experience the dribs and drabs in front of them.

Growth is slow, elegant, calm, easy-going and natural, like a rough jade. Although it is close to perfection, it still has some corners. After many times of running-in and carving, it can become a beautiful work!

The more sunshine, the less dark tones.

In the dark, the wind danced wildly, beating against everything in the world. Gravel picked up and scattered on the bluestone board, trying to fill the original uneven gap neatly. I don't know when a touch of green emerged between the gloomy slate, adding a little vitality and vitality to the originally silent slate. The wind gradually stopped, as if everything had stopped just now, but it was trying, trying.

Have we ever been shocked by the power it has? Have you ever stopped chasing? Quietly savor the ordinary little things in life, and you will find that it has taught us a lot.

With the increasingly prosperous city, colorful neon lights and dazzling us, we gradually lost ourselves and forgot our original selves.

In the endless street, one end of the blind man's cane was pulled up, led him straight through the whistle, and then gently disappeared into the sea of people. ...

At this point, is your heart rippling? What has this little touch taught us?

The beauty of time lies in its quiet passage. From dawn to the stars, we are all growing quietly.

Life is beautiful, but it can't be beautiful to the end. Learn to grow in adversity and learn to live in life.

According to the research of scientists, about 9/ 10 of what we have learned now is forgotten when we enter the society, but only a tiny110 can really be remembered.

I think teachers should not only teach us knowledge, but also teach us how to improve ourselves, change ourselves and make ourselves perfect. Teachers are not limited to hard-working people in schools, but also have a rich spiritual life. Life is actually our best teacher, who knows ordinary things and will cut corners.

A wisp of breeze, a wisp of fragrance, time flows quietly, and we grow up slowly and gracefully. Because of you, a good teacher in my mind, my life is more sunny and less gloomy.

My 72-year-old teacher's composition 4

I am proud to have such a good teacher as me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.

In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?

But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If we have something on our mind, go to her, and she will chat with you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things! It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't, but Miss Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten! But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make any mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.

Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that blows my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil. I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?

Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.

My 72-year-old teacher's composition 5

Similarly, he also has a very common name-Qing Yang. Many people living in that special era will take this name. Even tacky in some people's eyes, but his character is not vulgar at all.

The third grade is almost over, and only he has been with us for three years. Miss Yang is short and slightly fat, and always likes to think with his head down. Whenever he is in class, he always speaks more vividly. In the cold winter, he took off his coat and showed his beer belly, but it was not beer, but knowledge. In fact, what impressed me most about Mr. Yang was his bright eyes. Through those eyes, I seem to see his love for education, his care for students, his diligent search for knowledge and his yearning for a better life. ...

On that day, I will never forget that on a Wednesday in the second semester of Grade Two, the teacher came in from the back door of the classroom in the self-study class and said loudly in a very quiet classroom, "Liang Yan, bring your test paper." I quickly took out my test paper and escaped from the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me. I know our conversation very well: what do you think of your exam this time? Not so good. I don't want to hear you say it's not good. I want to hear your analysis, that is, the topic I said earlier was wrong. I don't know why I can't stop crying when I say this sentence, and I feel unspeakable in my heart. But now that I think about it, I should feel guilty. For myself and my teacher, I try not to cry, because I shouldn't. Maybe I'm not even qualified to cry. The teacher didn't say anything either. After handing me a tissue, he went on to say, maybe you should thank this exam, because it made you realize your own shortcomings. After that, he showed habitual behavior. Wrote my name on his calendar.

After returning to work, my classmates looked at me with wet eyes. Maybe they don't know why, even I don't know, but that's it. Maybe it's a tacit understanding. I don't need too many words to understand the hope given by the other party.

My teacher is really an ordinary person.

My 72-year-old teacher's composition 6

My junior high school math teacher is not only an ordinary math teacher, but also a humorous teacher.

My math teacher usually uses bilingual classes when giving lectures, such as: and understand (do you understand)? Yes, not (right). Once in a math class, there was a picture full of "eggs" in the courseware made by the teacher. He said, whoever can answer the question on "eggs" correctly, I will give him that "egg" and make the students laugh. My math teacher is not only a humorous teacher, but also a playful teacher. My teacher loves to play, too. "Now, fast forward" It turns out that the math teacher is playing football with us. We are divided into two groups, one is led by the teacher, and the other is led by Wang Jiuzhen, a sports member of our class. And I, fortunately, was assigned to the math teacher group. After fierce competition, we finally won, and the math teacher began to cheer happily. Although he is happy now, he is still a serious teacher. My teacher's mantra is: repeat twice, not three times. Also, whenever he enters the class summary, whenever he reads about xxx, he always frowns. After reading it, he will pick lectures from people's congresses. For example, Wang xx of our class was caught yawning in Chinese class by the teacher. The math teacher said, "Wang xx, if you don't want to attend class, I'll let you go to the playground. Exercise if you want, and get out if you want. I don't care if you sleep again. " Take what Wang xx said orally. Do you want to know other characteristics of my junior high school teacher? Then I won't tell you, lest you envy.

Tall, chubby and glib, this is my humorous, playful and serious math teacher-the tiger in our class-Miss Liu.