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 that she is kind. Besides being kind, she is also a strict teacher! She is my math teacher-Miss Yang looks at the neat and beautiful handwriting left by the teacher on the blackboard, but I can't weigh how many mysteries and hardships there are. I only know that this is your selfless dedication to social education.
When I am sad, our math teacher can always give me encouragement. Once I failed in the mid-term exam, the teacher scanned the classroom and stared at every student. At last she stopped in front of me.
My heart jumped in an instant. For a long time, there were no words I expected. I looked up and greeted me with a look. She looked at me quietly, her eyebrows flat, her eyelashes blinking from time to time, but the teacher's eyes did not move.
There was a gentle smile on the slightly serious face in the past. It is such a look, about love, about expectation, about encouragement, so bright, so flashing, giving people warmth and courage! Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; And I thank my teacher, because she will help me and comfort me when I am sad and lost! Teacher, how much effort and youth have you devoted to us? Teacher, when we grow up, your hair has turned white. Teacher, you have worked hard, we will never have fun again, and we will never make you angry again. You insist on taking classes for us because we can get good grades in the exam. Teacher, no matter how old we grow up, we will never forget our alma mater, because it guided us to know you.
The 550-word composition teacher taught me, and the teacher taught me tolerance.
A teacher not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me to have a tolerant heart. This teacher is our head teacher, Mr. Wang.
The head teacher is a beautiful woman in our eyes, and she is so charming when she smiles.
I remember that once the teacher and classmates moved the table together, but there was a bottle of fountain pen on the table. The bottle of fountain pen was not tightly covered. Maybe the teacher and classmates pushed too hard and hit the ground. It happened that the bottle of pen water spilled on the teacher's white clothes. I saw that the teacher's expression seemed serious at that time. Knowing that she had made a mistake, the classmate was more serious and afraid of what the teacher said about her. The bell ... the bell ... rang soon. I looked at the teacher's distant figure and thought, "The teacher will definitely teach that classmate a lesson."
The * * * in class rang again. When the head teacher came back, we stood in a row and collectively went out to move desks and chairs. At this time, the classmate walked up to the teacher with trepidation and said, "teacher, I ... I didn't mean to." The teacher looked at the classmate, patted her on the shoulder and said, "The teacher knows you didn't mean it, so the teacher doesn't blame you, and you don't have to feel bad." Hurry back to the team! " Then the teacher said, "Come on, take the team away!" " "Look at the teacher's face again, there is nothing unusual, and the smile is still so sweet. There are four classes in our senior one who move desks and chairs together, so we move quickly. We slowed down when we saw that there were only a few desks and chairs left. I found the head teacher discussing this with several teachers! I heard a teacher ask the head teacher, "How did you get your clothes?"? "The head teacher smiled and said," I made this with a pen. How's it going? Look quite nice! Another teacher nearby said, "If you draw another picture with a pen, it will look like a flower." "The head teacher smiled again and said," Well, I'll go back and try. "Looking at the teacher in charge's easy answer, some students in our class asked the teacher why he didn't blame her. The teacher said, "She didn't mean it. Besides, I made it myself. I told you to be tolerant of people. "I know this is because of the carelessness of my classmates. Really admire the teacher's simple answer! Have such a beautiful and inclusive heart.
I haven't seen that skirt since. I guess it must have been put away by the teacher, but the dress and the ink were deeply imprinted in my heart.
The 550-word composition teacher taught me, and the teacher taught me tolerance.
A teacher not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me to have a tolerant heart. This teacher is our head teacher, Mr. Wang.
The head teacher is a beautiful woman in our eyes, and she is so charming when she smiles.
I remember that once the teacher and classmates moved the table together, but there was a bottle of fountain pen on the table. The bottle of fountain pen was not tightly covered. Maybe the teacher and classmates pushed too hard and hit the ground. It happened that the bottle of pen water spilled on the teacher's white clothes. I saw that the teacher's expression seemed serious at that time. Knowing that she had made a mistake, the classmate was more serious and afraid of what the teacher said about her. The bell ... the bell ... rang soon. I looked at the teacher's distant figure and thought, "The teacher will definitely teach that classmate a lesson."
The * * * in class rang again. When the head teacher came back, we stood in a row and collectively went out to move desks and chairs. At this time, the classmate walked up to the teacher with trepidation and said, "teacher, I ... I didn't mean to." The teacher looked at the classmate, patted her on the shoulder and said, "The teacher knows you didn't mean it, so the teacher doesn't blame you, and you don't have to feel bad." Hurry back to the team! " Then the teacher said, "Come on, take the team away!" " "Look at the teacher's face again, there is nothing unusual, and the smile is still so sweet. There are four classes in our senior one who move desks and chairs together, so we move quickly. We slowed down when we saw that there were only a few desks and chairs left. I found the head teacher discussing this with several teachers! I heard a teacher ask the head teacher, "How did you get your clothes?"? "The head teacher smiled and said," I made this with a pen. How's it going? Look quite nice! Another teacher nearby said, "If you draw another picture with a pen, it will look like a flower." "The head teacher smiled again and said," Well, I'll go back and try. "Looking at the teacher in charge's easy answer, some students in our class asked the teacher why he didn't blame her. The teacher said, "She didn't mean it. Besides, I made it myself. I told you to be tolerant of people. "I know this is because of the carelessness of my classmates. Really admire the teacher's simple answer! Have such a beautiful and inclusive heart.
I haven't seen that skirt since. I guess it must have been put away by the teacher, but the dress and the ink were deeply imprinted in my heart.
4. "The teacher taught me to write" composition 500 words The teacher is a hard gardener who pays for others all day without asking for anything in return; The teacher is the guide, let us embark on the road of civilization. Every time I think of Mr. Dong, the scene of teaching me to write will come to my mind.
It was a sunny Monday, and the teacher was teaching us to write "one". The teacher said: "The word' one' is actually a short horizontal line. It should be short, strong and straight. Please write it in your notebook. " At this time, because there was no ruler, "one" was written as "~". When the teacher saw my "~", he said to me, "Ji Xiaojing, the word" one "should be written short and straight, not as a wavy line." So, I tried to write it again, but I wrote "one" as "1". The teacher took pains to say, "Well, first draw a horizontal line of 1 cm with a ruler. Then, slowly move the ruler away. " I follow the teacher's footsteps, and slowly, I can write the word "one". At this time, I saw the teacher sweating with anxiety. The bell rang, and the teacher paid so much for me!
Yes, isn't our teacher like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others?
The teacher taught me 600 words. The teacher taught me tolerance.
A teacher not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me to have a tolerant heart. This teacher is our head teacher, Mr. Wang.
The head teacher is a beautiful woman in our eyes, and she is so charming when she smiles.
I remember that once the teacher and classmates moved the table together, but there was a bottle of fountain pen on the table. The bottle of fountain pen was not tightly covered. Maybe the teacher and classmates pushed too hard and hit the ground. It happened that the bottle of pen water spilled on the teacher's white clothes. I saw that the teacher's expression seemed serious at that time. Knowing that she had made a mistake, the classmate was more serious and afraid of what the teacher said about her. The bell ... the bell ... rang soon. I looked at the teacher's distant figure and thought, "The teacher will definitely teach that classmate a lesson."
The * * * in class rang again. When the head teacher came back, we stood in a row and collectively went out to move desks and chairs. At this time, the classmate walked up to the teacher with trepidation and said, "teacher, I ... I didn't mean to." The teacher looked at the classmate, patted her on the shoulder and said, "The teacher knows you didn't mean it, so the teacher doesn't blame you, and you don't have to feel bad." Hurry back to the team! " Then the teacher said, "Come on, take the team away!" " "Look at the teacher's face again, there is nothing unusual, and the smile is still so sweet. There are four classes in our senior one who move desks and chairs together, so we move quickly. We slowed down when we saw that there were only a few desks and chairs left. I found the head teacher discussing this with several teachers! I heard a teacher ask the head teacher, "How did you get your clothes?"? "The head teacher smiled and said," I made this with a pen. How's it going? Look quite nice! Another teacher nearby said, "If you draw another picture with a pen, it will look like a flower." "The head teacher smiled again and said," Well, I'll go back and try. "Looking at the teacher in charge's easy answer, some students in our class asked the teacher why he didn't blame her. The teacher said, "She didn't mean it. Besides, I made it myself. I told you to be tolerant of people. "I know this is because of the carelessness of my classmates. Really admire the teacher's simple answer! Have such a beautiful and inclusive heart.
I haven't seen that skirt since. I guess it must have been put away by the teacher, but the dress and the ink were deeply imprinted in my heart.
6. The teacher taught me to write 650. The teacher taught me to do my homework. Teachers are hard-working gardeners, cultivating our healthy growth.
If we have problems that we can't solve, the teacher will patiently solve them for me. The teacher is like a friend of mine, a heart-to-heart confidant.
On Thursday morning, I went to school. When I got to the classroom, I sat in my seat and took out my homework. The teacher came into the classroom and said, "Put away your homework."
A classmate in our class went to collect homework, and then started class. After 40 minutes, the class was over.
The math teacher came to me and said, "Come to my office." I think it must be broken and my homework is not good. The teacher must scold me.
When I arrived at the office, what the teacher did surprised me. She didn't criticize me, but told me how to explain the problem.
I still can't. Not only was the teacher not angry, but she continued to patiently explain it to me in another way. I finally learned the arithmetic of this problem, and the teacher asked me to do it again. Teacher, you feed us like a gardener.
Thank you, teacher, for patiently teaching me to do the problem.
7. The teacher taught me how to write a good composition of 500 words. In the process of growing up, the teacher gave us a lot. Among them, what impressed me the most was that the teacher taught me to write a composition.
At that time, I participated in the school speech contest and wrote a speech. In order to make the speech more perfect, Teacher Chu made several detailed revisions for me. Every afternoon after school, the teacher always leaves me behind, carefully scrutinizing words and sentences word by word, even the subtle punctuation marks. In order to make me have a deeper understanding and better memory of the article, the teacher will explain it to me in detail until I understand it. All the teachers in the teacher's office have left, and she is still patiently correcting my composition. In this way, day after day, day after day cycle, although the teacher is very tired, but still take pains to correct my composition. What moved me most was that I was doing my homework at home that night, but Mr. Chu rushed to my home regardless of the busyness of housework and made further revisions for me. He taught me to write sentences in detail, not wordy, and to use words accurately and appropriately, so that concrete and true compositions would be excellent.
With teacher Chu's encouragement and support, I studied harder, participated in various composition competitions, and achieved excellent results. The teacher often reads my composition to everyone as a model essay. When I won the National Silver Award for Essay Writing and the first prize, the teacher was even more happy and told me a lot of things to pay attention to in writing, which made my writing level go up a storey still higher.
Teacher Chu, you not only gave me a way to write a composition, but also gave me great encouragement. I will always remember your teachings!
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8. The teacher taught me to write a composition. "Teachers" are engineers of the human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.
I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. Just as my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "
Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "