Teacher Sun is the math teacher in our class. She is of medium height and looks like 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind. The eyes seen from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.
The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.
When I was in the fourth grade, a female teacher taught our class. The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.
Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall and his eyes are big and bright. In particular, he has two big ears and two thick lips, just like a big clock. To this end, the students gave him a nickname-"Big Clock". Coincidentally, since the second grade, Feng Cheng has kept the classroom open and locked in the class every day, just like ringing a bell. This nickname is called "Open".
Li became a member of the Health Committee of the "Second Bar" because she was nosy. Although she is small and short, her voice is very high. No matter who did something wrong, she will get to the bottom of it and make you apologize. Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "Mera".
2. Write a person you are familiar with, grasp its characteristics, reflect the character, and choose a topic from My Teacher.
My head teacher has a pair of watery eyes, a pair of thin eyebrows, a sensitive nose and a glib red mouth. There is a smiling face on the round face.
My head teacher is Miss Luo, who has taught us for four years. She is serious and responsible for us. She is a good teacher. She knows her homework and scrawled handwriting like the back of her hand. For example, a classmate's scrawled handwriting lets Mr. Luo know who he is without looking at his name.
Teacher Luo treats each of our classmates like his own children, or as the saying goes, "One day as a teacher, one will always be a mother."
I remember once, when I was in Class 1 {3}, Teacher Luo asked us to do our homework. In the process of writing homework, I was just about to ask Teacher Luo to tell me that I was called "Mom" as soon as I made a noise. The whole class was laughing at me. At that time, I thought to myself: Hey, why did you call Teacher Luo "Mom" again? However, Teacher Luo really looks like my mother.
I still can't forget it. Maybe Teacher Luo has forgotten it, but I will never forget it.
People often compare teachers to gardeners, watering brilliant flowers with their hard sweat.
Teacher Luo, I will remember what you taught me, and I will certainly understand what you taught me.
My former teacher.
He is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor low, and his skin is a little dark. But people are very energetic. There are two small and clever eyes under the thick black eyebrows. This is my teacher. He is also the most innovative teacher I have ever seen!
He first reformed classroom teaching and never let us be "bookworms". He led us to study, analyze and think, and let us ride on the horse of imagination and gallop on the runway of knowledge. Whoever has a new proposal will take the lead in applauding him. I think: this is better than imposing knowledge on us. If you fill it hard, won't it become a bottle? How can I become the master of the future? Then how can you make fragrant honey?
He makes students make friends with books. Wandering in the sea of books. Let students know that books are the source of knowledge. He requires students to read for at least one hour every day. He taught us to think while reading, to extract beautiful words and phrases, to hold "story meetings" regularly and to hold speech contests, all of which gave our eloquence a good exercise!
He often said that writing a composition is inseparable from life. He often leads us to feel and understand life. Take us into a vast world, understand and appreciate nature, and integrate beautiful nature into our composition!
He is my teacher. His appearance is not surprising, but he is an innovative and approachable teacher!
3. Grasp a person's characteristics and write a composition, my teacher.
My head teacher is also my Chinese teacher. Her name is Miss Huang. Miss Huang has a Zhang Yuanyuan face and big eyes. Love to laugh A pair of talking eyes shows that she is so approachable. But sometimes it is also very strict.
Miss Huang has been with us for a year, and what impressed me most is her rich classroom knowledge and her dedication to her job.
Miss Huang teaches us Chinese. I didn't answer until the fourth grade. At the beginning of the new semester, my mother met her when she took me to pay my tuition. She is our new teacher? I looked at her carefully and the teacher gave me a good impression. She said kindly, "Students, I will be in charge of Chinese teaching in your class from this semester. I hope we can support each other and cooperate with each other in the future. "
I was too timid to raise my hand before. I was afraid to stand up when the teacher asked me to answer questions. I'm nervous when I talk. Later, Miss Huang found my problem, took the initiative to talk to me, explained and analyzed the reasons for my timidity, gave me encouragement, gave me opportunities, let me answer questions in every class, and looked at me with a smile. Mr. Huang cultivated my courage and ability. Then what I like better is that Mr. Huang gives me the greatest encouragement after answering the teacher's questions every time.
I like listening to Mr. Huang's lectures very much. Every time she speaks the text vividly, she can associate stories with each other, which is closely related to our life and study. From time to time, she will say some famous sayings, ancient poems and songs. Gradually, my oral English has improved.
I remember once at noon, Mr. Huang had a terrible stomachache and took care of us for dinner in the canteen. The students asked the teacher to rest, and the teacher said to watch us eat well before leaving.
Miss Huang is a good teacher. Because of such a good teacher, our Chinese scores can rise rapidly, and our class has also been upgraded to an excellent class. Miss Huang, we love you forever!
4. When does a writer's composition that captures the characteristics of a character fly by like water? In a blink of an eye, the little me in my father's eyes has grown up in my eyes, and my father's solid back has gradually bent, like a bow, shooting my arrow of hope into the sky.
My father has always been a serious person, and he has taught me in every way. Once, we had a mid-term exam, and I accidentally failed the exam completely. The striking "76" on the math test paper deeply stung my heart. However, I am more afraid of my father. How disappointed my father will be if he knows that I did so badly in the exam! Will he criticize me severely or even hit me hard? The bamboo ruler at my father's bedside was the thing I was most afraid of when I was a child. My feet are as heavy as lead. The math test paper is in dad's hand. I bowed my head and dared not face it. Father got up and went to the kitchen: "The food is cold, eat it." Father didn't blame me because I changed the score on the test paper to "96".
In this way, I entered the room with deep regret and a little luck. When I got up the next morning, my father had gone to work. There was a note on the table: "Ting, my father went to work, and there was food on the table. Dad wants to tell you that grades are not the most important thing. I value the process. As long as you work hard and feel that you can have a clear conscience about your grades, dad won't blame you. Also, dad wants you to be an honest boy.
Dad, tears blurred my vision today, and long-term depression burst its banks at this moment. Father, how tolerant you are.
My father is most worried about my health. When I was a child, I was in poor health and my father didn't know how much he cared. Father's neck gave off a trace of heat, and the cold wind made his nose red. He stepped on the snow with solid steps and made a "squeaking" sound. I have a fever again, and I can't get a taxi on such a cold night. My father took me to the hospital step by step. Everything around is so quiet that I can hear the snow falling on the street lamp. Snow fell on my father's neck and melted instantly. I staggered off to sleep with my father's footsteps. The picture was frozen at that moment. The great E68A8432313133353635438+0343130323136333133656531The father has no regrets after his beloved daughter.
The father is old and the daughter has grown up. A father is like a bow, always bringing hope to his daughter and giving everything for her.
The author has grasped the characteristics of this article. On the way back to my hometown yard for dinner, Tomb-Sweeping Day walked on the newly paved cement road. I danced and danced, and finally I could wear sandals. In the past, I used to wear water shoes on this road, but I also had to lift my pants. It's very troublesome, and I'm afraid I'll fall down accidentally and get covered in mud. Now I can not only walk casually, but also run casually. How free!
We passed by the river and saw a "flaming cloud" reflected on the river. What a clear and transparent river! The river in the past was very muddy, which is very different from the present situation, because our village head hired cleaners to clean it up every day.
We went back to our hometown yard. After dinner, it's time to go back. We can stay a little longer, because my family bought a car and we can go back at any time. We used to go back by bus, so we should leave early and wait for the bus.
Now I will study hard and make my hometown more prosperous when I grow up!
6. Write about someone around you. How to write his characteristics? In general, there are many other people around a person. Everyone around us has their own characteristics, such as: some people are eager to learn and make progress; Some people are hardworking and have a strong ability to bear hardships; Some people are very popular in dealing with interpersonal relationships; Some people love to do things in an anticlimactic way, and if they don't do well, they will be finished; Some people are resolute, brave and capable in speaking and doing things; Some people often do good deeds without leaving a name to help others; Some people always have high standards and strict requirements, and never deal with them carelessly. Of course, a person may have multiple characteristics at the same time, such as studious, diligent and helpful. If you write all the characteristics of a person, people who know this person will know who it is, and your article will be successful.
I hope the above content is helpful to you, and I wish you a wonderful pen, who writes like who!
7. Kneel for a composition describing the characteristics of the characters ~ ~ Every morning at seven o'clock, familiar footsteps and loud door calls will always ring in the corridor. "Here comes the milk! Every time I hear this voice, I know it's the milkman, and I will get up and open the door.
The milkman is an ordinary man, an uncle in his fifties. The uncle's dark skin can be seen at a glance as the result of years of sun exposure. Under his gray hair, there are a pair of small and intense eyes. But it stayed in my mind deeply.
Because the milk he poured out was thick and fragrant, many residents on the floors ordered it. One of them is on the sixth floor, and the subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, on the 12 floor. It's tiring enough not to carry things up and down, not to mention round and slippery milk bottles, which will break several bottles if you are not careful.
Winter snow covers the earth, everything is covered with silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter day comes early. But whether it's windy or snowy, uncle will always come to deliver milk.
In the morning, it is still as cold as usual. The doorbell of Ding Ling rang again. I still want to sleep under the quilt, but I have to open the door. I slowly opened the door among the gangsters. Opening the door, I saw standing at the door as usual, smiling, wearing a black coat, with deep wrinkles on my forehead, as if I could catch mosquitoes, but I also looked energetic. I took the bottle at hand and fell heavily on the ground. I said to myself in disappointment, "Hey, today's milk flow is ruined!" " "Uncle smiled and said," it doesn't matter. I will fill another bottle for free today. " I took the milk and thanked her.
It's the morning when the cold wind is howling again, and grandpa has come to deliver milk again. He handed me the milk carefully. When I took the bottle, I found that his hand had been frozen and cracked by the ruthless cold wind. His skin is wrinkled like that of an old pine tree, and there are holes in it. His hair was slightly shaken by the cold wind I saw his mouth shaking. Obviously, he is cold, although he is still smiling. I asked him, "Don't you wear gloves in this cold, or should I ask my father to give you a pair?" As he spoke, he pointed to the bottle: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads outside this bottle. If I wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip, and I am used to it. " When he left, I put my parents' black gloves in his box when he wasn't looking.
Another morning, "the milk is flowing!" " When I called the door, I saw those hands wearing a black glove and the other person was smiling. Of course, I am also smiling happily in my heart.