During my five-year campus life, I remember many teachers, and one of them inspired me the most. Gave me infinite care. That's my math teacher-Miss Huang.
For five years, Mr. Huang has been teaching us mathematics and has formed a deep affection with his classmates. She is not tall, and there are several wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. All the students know how hard she has worked for her teaching career. She is amiable, simple and generous, and is deeply loved by her classmates.
Miss Huang is a teacher who is strict with her students. Once, I only got 90 points in the math exam. For many students, this score is not low, but for me, who usually has good grades and has participated in the Olympic Mathematics training, it is a very unsatisfactory result. As soon as the test paper was handed out, I was called to the office and thought, this time I must have been criticized. I came to Miss Huang's desk, and she analyzed every mistake on my test paper with me. Finally, I have to admit that it is carelessness. At this time, Mr. Huang said meaningfully: "You can answer all the questions of the Olympic Mathematics one by one. You are just too proud to take this exam seriously, but you should know that if your usual wisdom can't be shown in the exam, you can't show your strength. You know, the teacher has placed infinite hopes on you. You really let me down. " There was silence around, and Mr. Huang patiently educated me. "Teacher, me. I ... "I don't know why, at that time I couldn't say anything. I can't bear it any longer. Tears of regret filled my eyes. I'm speechless. I looked at the teacher and the test paper silently, only to feel my eyes getting blurred. At this time, I knew Miss Huang's love and hope for me, and I also knew my own mistakes. I sobbed and said, "I'm sorry, teacher." I will correct it. " The teacher smiled and said, "I believe you."
Miss Huang not only cares about my study, but also my life. Once after class, I played shuttlecock with several classmates, and I played the most vigorously. At the beginning of class, Mr. Huang saw that I was sweating like a pig and said to me, "My clothes are wet and I catch cold easily." Go to the toilet to change. " At this time, a gust of wind blew, and I felt cool, but my heart was warm. Miss Huang takes such a small matter to heart. How caring and considerate she is to her students!
Miss Huang, you have done so much for us. You are like a lamp, illuminating my future. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Miss Huang, I love you!
Chapter 2: I can't forget my teacher.
There is a long-lost experience called moving, and there is an intoxicating feeling called moving. Little by little love in the world can warm many people's hearts. Don't let this love turn into a water drop and slip away from you. There is another person in my life who gives me warmth and nurtures my growth-my head teacher, Mr. Zhang.
I remember in the second grade. I just entered the second grade. The first class teacher was her. She gave me a lot of encouragement and happiness. Her eyes can talk and keep reminding me. At the beginning of the class, I was so shy that I didn't dare to raise my hand until the teacher asked me to speak. I stood up slowly, lowered my head and said nothing. She asked me to look up, her eyes full of encouragement. After many civil wars, I finally got up the courage to go on. Well done! This is my first speech. Since then, I have actively raised my hand every day and won the envy of my classmates.
By chance, I wrote a composition draft of Four Good Teenagers. I wrote it carefully and thought there would be comments, but after a long time without news, this memory faded in my mind. But a few months later, the headmaster gave me a certificate of commendation, and I stood there with a grain of salt, afraid to take it. The teacher gave me a look and praised me. I ran up with a smile, happy.
In a Chinese class, I was chatting with my deskmate. She gave us a look, but she was not angry. I know this is to remind us to attend class seriously, so we immediately sat up straight and went back to the track of class. The teacher saw us in class seriously, and his face was filled with a happy smile. Suddenly, the air in the classroom became hot. ...
The most important thing is that she is not biased. She treats both boys and girls equally. Once I was uncomfortable, the teacher's comfortable expression immediately became nervous and ran over to touch my head, which made me feel very warm. However, this kind of luck didn't just happen to me-the "lawless" Zhou Buddha in our class? Wearing a shirt in cold weather, the teacher took a look and quickly said to him, "Why are you wearing a skirt?" Did you bring clothes? Cold not cold? I asked your grandfather to send you clothes! After that, Zhou fo? My grandfather sent a small cotton-padded jacket. You know, the teacher's love for us is warmer than a cotton-padded jacket!
Without her, I am still a naughty child. With her, I won more and more awards. She gave me a wealth of knowledge and excellent grades. She has worked quietly in the education post for decades. She devoted her life selflessly to education and her students ... she was great.
Article 3: My teacher
Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, have nurtured our young saplings; Teachers are like a candle, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like ...?
I have a good teacher. She is our third grade math teacher-Miss Hu. She is of medium height and full of vitality, just like a slim little tree on a spring morning. Her hair falls down the slope like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and kind eyes are as clear as stars on a clear summer night and as clear as autumn streams.
? Mr. Hu's class attracts us like a magnet. We all like listening to her math class. However, she has a selfless heart, and she gave us all her love selflessly. I remember that it was the day near the final exam, and Mr. Hu was giving us a lesson. Suddenly, a female teacher came outside the classroom. She shouted anxiously, "Miss Hu! Teacher Hu! " Teacher Hu walked to the door of the classroom, and the female teacher whispered a few words in her ear and left in a hurry. Teacher Hu looked pale and trembled slightly, but she soon calmed down and continued to give us lectures. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and only Mr. Hu's kind and gentle voice echoed in the classroom. After class, we talked about it one by one. What happened to the Hu family? In the afternoon, we learned that Mr. Hu's child was ill and kept crying and didn't want to eat. Mr. Hu's husband took the children straight to the hospital. The doctor found that the child had acute pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.
? The next day, I don't think Mr. Hu will come. I didn't expect to see Mr. Hu as soon as I entered the school gate. Her eyes sank deeply and her face seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Obviously, Mr. Hu didn't sleep well all night and has been taking care of the sick baby, but she always has a smile on her face and looks energetic. We all advised Mr. Hu to take care of the sick child, but she didn't say anything, saying that she couldn't leave us alone. In this way, for half a month, Mr. Hu has been running between the school and the hospital, never taking a vacation and never being late. In the final exam, all our classmates got good grades, but Mr Hu lost a lot of weight.
After class, Mr. Hu often throws her bright black braid to kick shuttlecock, jump rope, talk about singers and new things in Kan Kan ... Of course, it's on me.