My teacher's composition 1 In my growth and study, there are many teachers around me. But in retrospect, what I remember most are three teachers.
The first teacher is my primary school math teacher. The math teacher is a very humorous person. He is short, with a big round head and big eyes. The math teacher's appearance is particularly deceptive. Obviously, he is an elderly math teacher, but in our view, he is like our big brother. It can be said that the math teacher is the favorite teacher of all the students in my class. Every time we meet the math teacher, we can feel very cordial. Moreover, the humorous math teacher can often tell us many jokes, which makes our whole class laugh. Such a math teacher naturally brought a lot of joy to my primary school time.
The second is my current music teacher, with a nice voice. Every time I have a music class, the classroom is very quiet, and everyone wants to hold their breath and listen to the music teacher humming. I didn't like singing before, and I didn't have much interest in music, but after listening to the music teacher hum a few times, my interest in music increased and I gradually liked it. It can be said that the music teacher changed my view of original music.
The last one is my class teacher. Since I entered junior high school, my head teacher has been teaching us seriously and responsibly. The head teacher cares about every student in the class. Whether it is our study or our life at school, the head teacher is very concerned about us. Under the constant urging of the head teacher, the academic performance of our class has been steadily improved and has gone through every stage in a down-to-earth manner. At present, the average score of my class is one of the best in the same grade, and all the students in the class are very hardworking and devoted to their studies. We are all very grateful to our class teacher.
Looking back on my teachers, every teacher is so distinctive.
My teacher is tenacious, persistent and modest, which my teacher Mo Yan taught me.
Mo Yan, whose original name was Guan, was the first Nobel Prize in Literature winner in the history of China. He was born in a small village and his family was poor. However, for adversity, Mo Yan proved everything with his tenacious perseverance. This is the first "knowledge" that Mo Yan taught me.
I signed up for the 800-meter race in the school sports meeting. Bang, the game started. I ran to the finish line with all my strength. I was far ahead, but just halfway through the run, I was exhausted and exhausted. In a blink of an eye, all the contestants surpassed me, and I was the last one! I am anxious and helpless. I have two choices, give up the race and stick to finish the race. I chose to give up. I slowed down to run off the runway, but suddenly I heard someone cheering for a player and calling his name. His name has a word "Yan" (or "Yan"), right! Say, "Mo Yan", "Mo Yan" I can't give up, tenacious perseverance can conquer any mountain in the world, what a setback, I will never give in! I am like a runaway wild horse, heavy as lead all the way, but I grit my teeth because I know Mo Yan is my most admired teacher. Finally, I won the second place. Although my grades are not very good, I have learned a truth: perseverance can conquer all difficulties.
Mo Yan's success lies not only in his perseverance, but also in his modesty. Until the moment he won the prize, many people didn't know him, so the second "knowledge" Mo Yan taught me was modesty.
In an important exam, I got the first place in my class and ranked well in my grade, so I was arrogant and showed off to others everywhere, feeling that I was great. Whether in class or after class, my whole mind is thinking that I am a "favored son of heaven" How amazing, because I didn't listen carefully in class and didn't spend too much time consolidating after class, which led to the next quiz. The grades have dropped a lot. Now, I'm like a "soaked chicken" and I'm depressed. I think back to the people who used to laugh secretly, and now their grades have surpassed mine. I regret it, so I thought of Mo Yan and his modesty. I secretly said to myself in my heart, "No matter how excellent my grades are, I will be modest and steady.".
Suffering is Mo Yan's teacher, and Mo Yan is my teacher.
My teacher's second grade composition 3 is another spring, and I met you.
Elegant long hair, refined appearance. The figure of running water rippled in the wind. White as snow, swaying. The fairy in the dream is just like you.
You are gentle and sweet. Always come to class with light steps. When your voice is calm, it is like the bright moon and the breeze; When angry, it is Malik Pentium; When you laugh, it is like a water grave; When it is calm, it is like autumn water. They say people are as pale as chrysanthemums, but you are as rich and amazing in my heart.
I know you because of printmaking.
I learned some when I was young, and I was fortunate to be the leader of an interest group. There are many things to do, such as making lists, pasting names, swearing and counting. When you were reading, I pouted: "Teacher Zhang, you are so free!" " "You smiled without a word, but there was a clear look of' Look at what you said, I'm busy' between your eyebrows and eyes.
Printmaking is difficult and requires great efforts. You can't use brute force. Often on the indigo board, the board in one hand and the knife in the other. Put your hand in the tiger's mouth, clamp it and move forward slowly. At that time, because the knife was blunt, it may be that the handle rubbed against the belly of the finger for too long, and the finger gradually turned red and broke. You carefully found that you gently raised my hand, wrinkled delicate arch eyebrows and smiled indifferently: "You are worth it." Hold the band-aid, tear open the transparent film, aim at the wound, press your thumb tightly in the middle, and put it down. It seems that I put it in the wrong place, tilting my head slightly, squinting and studying it carefully. I smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, are you presbyopia?" But you are not angry. You simply jump out and say, "Girl, you are far-sighted." The whole class burst into laughter. Next, you teach me how to choose the board and leave it blank. You are skilled and I am green, but at the moment, I have an unparalleled tacit understanding.
You said, I said the printer of the print club.
Indeed, in the classroom, you will always see a figure with sleeves rolled, arms swinging and oil drums rolling vigorously. And you stand at the other end, holding the rubber plate in your middle finger and the mobile phone in your other hand. "Smile."
In early winter, the sunshine is warm, and it is bone-chilling in the morning and evening. Holding the key, I walked into the classroom, turned on the light and closed the window as before, and accidentally found the potted plant you bought. It is in the most vigorous flowering period, and it is trying to be proud of its youth. Beautiful and elegant, she still hides half of her face from us behind her guitar, revealing a trace of beauty. The buds on the branches are naive and ignorant, like the girl who grew up in my parents. I approached and reveled in its unique fragrance. Trance thinks this potted plant has a special meaning, such as you and us around you. ...
You have always been like a big sister, looking like you are in your twenties, but you don't know you are in your thirties. Because you are so good at "act young".
Now, I understand. It is because of your love for us that this beautiful face is created. Thank you, Miss Zhang!
Speaking of teachers, my first thought is Sister Ka (Teacher Zhou Xiaoka), who is my most unforgettable teacher.
At the beginning of the seventh grade, I thought our head teacher would be an old and fierce veteran cadre, an old man or something. As a result, a beautiful and energetic little sister walked into the classroom. Later, she became our sister! Gnome male-",I feel kind and happy when I hear it.
She likes to wear a white shirt and a black skirt. She has long black hair tied in a ponytail, dangling behind her head, and a sweet smile on her face. She is a lovely little girl with a playful image.
At that time, she watched most of the evening self-study in our class, and almost all other classes were watched by the classroom teacher, and the head teacher rested in the office. I think it's strange. Later, I heard that it was because our class was too noisy that other teachers didn't want to watch the post-revision, so the class teacher was responsible for the post-revision. Now that I think about it, it's really hard for her to be the head teacher of our class.
In the first volume of the seventh grade, once, we were so noisy that the teacher couldn't attend class. The teacher stopped class and waited for us for a few minutes. After we calmed down, we began to say, "Do you know how hard the head teacher in your class is?"? I came the earliest and left the latest. I often can't sleep for you, and I almost got depression for a while. You, you really don't know or understand your class teacher at all. You are still so fond of playing that you don't know anything. " Finally, the teacher said categorically, "Who taught you the class? It's unlucky for eight generations to meet a student like you!" "At that time, we were not alert, but felt that the teacher had gone too far.
Book 2, Grade 7, we know that Teacher Zhou is leaving. Although she said it was because of family reasons, I think it was because we put too much pressure on her. Alas! Everything is irreversible, and we really should correct our mistakes. Miss Zhou left, but we remembered her kindness to us bit by bit and kept all the goodness in our hearts. I really appreciate her. She feels our noise every day, but she never dislikes us and treats us well every day.
Now it's the second volume of the eighth grade, and I still remember the seventh grade. Now some people come and go, right or wrong, and we are much better than before. I want to sincerely say to Sister Ka, "Look, Sister Ka, our Class Six is much better than before, and our grades are much better than before. We have gradually understood the teacher's intention and become more and more sensible. If you are still here, we will never, never make you angry again. "
It's a pity that she has left. If she were still here, she would be happy and proud of us!
It is already late at night in my teacher's second grade composition 5. Once again, I sat by the window alone and looked thoughtfully at the sky at night. I can't help thinking a lot. Today, when I sat by the window together, I was not reciting, not doing my homework, but unconsciously began to overflow with thoughts.
I remember it was when I was in junior high school. On the first day of school, my father accompanied me to school. I thought dad would wait for me, maybe I thought too much. My father just sent me to school and left. What I am afraid of is that my life will change, because I am introverted and don't like to communicate with people. I feel very uncomfortable. After my father left, I sat in this strange place, looking around in my heart, and the classroom was noisy.
Vaguely, I heard the voice of' duang' ... duang...duang', and soon everyone was quiet. I saw it for a while, and the sound of high heels became more' in'. Look! Here comes the head teacher, with bright curly hair and pink lips. Wearing a dress with flowers looks elegant and dignified.
After the warm welcoming ceremony, the class began. I don't know why I didn't like English at first, but later I fell in love with English like taking medicine. But what I hate most is answering questions, but the teacher asked me to answer them first. I stood up in fear and faltered for a long time. I thought I wouldn't say that the teacher would tell me to sit down, but I didn't know that the teacher encouraged me again and again. Finally, I try my best to speak boldly. Suddenly, the whole class applauded together. I am too shy to look up at my desk. Since then, I have never spoken in class. I began to work hard and speak boldly.
Ask if you don't understand, and then your grades will improve slowly.
On the last day, in the last music class, all the students sang a reluctant farewell song. They really wanted to cry at that time. After all, it was an indelible memory in my life, but I also sang a song for this short and beautiful time, which drew a happy ending for this beautiful memory.
The song is still echoing, but I am pulled back to my mind by a cold wind. It turned out that everything was over, but I really missed you. Dear teacher Wang, it's Teacher's Day soon. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day. Your students in other provinces miss you very much. Miss Wang, I miss you!
My teacher's second-grade composition 6 is the so-called "one day as a teacher, one life as a father." In my study career, every teacher has taught me something. They are a bright light on my life path, illuminating my way forward. Thank them for appearing in my life, and thank them for making me lucky to be one of them.
Among these teachers, she is the one I want to thank most. She not only tells me her personal experience sometimes, but also helps, enlightens and encourages me when I am confused and even when I am in trouble.
She is ordinary, but in my eyes, she looks so extraordinary: she works hard. In the hard work she pays for us every day, working overtime all night seems to be her "routine". She is busy in class six every day, but the students in class six don't seem to understand her concern for us! And she is my closest teacher, Xiao Fang, my head teacher!
I remember that once in a competition, our class achieved good results, and the reward promised by the teacher was implemented. She called me to my office, told me about it, and then put 300 yuan into my hand. Suddenly I feel that my hand seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and it is very heavy to hold. I know that because of our class, the teacher always deducted her salary, so when she gave me money, I repeatedly asked the teacher. "Teacher, are you sure? Are you sure? " The teacher smiled and said to me, "I am sure, just consider it my reward!" " "I added," isn't there a class fee in our class? Just use the class fee! Teacher, this is your own money. I dare not take it! "In the end, the teacher didn't say anything, so he took it away ... I walked out of the office with 300 yuan in my trouser pocket and returned to the classroom with a heavy heart. Then I called my deskmate and the front desk and chatted with them. I suggest that everyone contribute a little money, so that it won't cost the teacher too much money. Finally, they agreed to my proposal and gave me some money ... of course, the teacher didn't know the money we paid, and the students didn't know that the snacks were paid by the teacher, not something bought with class fees!
I can't forget the teacher's heart-to-heart talk with me because she found me depressed. I can't forget the paper towel she handed me to wipe my tears. I can't forget the affirmation, encouragement and support she gave me every time she spoke to me. I can't forget it. All this is engraved on my mind. I don't think I will forget her after many years. I thank God that I met so many people in junior high school.
I will never forget her-Miss Xiao Fang! Thank you!
What a great profession a teacher is! He passed on his knowledge to us, but he didn't expect anything in return. Like a silkworm, he gave it silently and selflessly.
I met you on the first day of my junior high school life. You taught me knowledge, but I took it for granted. You teach me to be a man, but I don't care at all; You treat me like a son, but I am completely ungrateful. Until today, until this moment, until this second, I didn't understand your good intentions for me.
I remember in a class, I deserted below. You called my name, let me get up and answer the question. I stood up slowly and looked at your face with those frightened eyes. Although I knew I was wrong in my heart, I was more angry and hated. I hate why you ask my name. I couldn't answer a word, so I had to say I didn't know. In exchange, I got your words: "Come to my office after class!" " "I had to walk with heavy steps and come to the office door with a pounding heart. I dare not open the door, and I dare not leave, and my heart has been entangled.
Open? Not open? There is an infinite loop in my heart, and there is not much time left after class. Finally, it doesn't matter to think about being severely criticized.
I plucked up my courage and chose to open the light and heavy door.
But unlike what I imagined, what happened was quite different from what I imagined. As soon as the door was opened, a gentle word came into view; "Come here." When I came to your side, you didn't criticize me severely, but told me my problem gently and seriously. This can't help but make me feel strange, but I have an unspeakable happiness in my heart, so I changed my attitude towards learning.
I still remember doing my homework very slowly every time. Although I won't stop finishing my homework because I am slow, I always hand it in late. So you specially gave me more homework, and I felt very angry. I thought you were trying to embarrass me, but I was helpless. From the beginning, I rushed to do my homework after class, to me who had some spare time, and finally to me who was completely free to control my homework time. You suddenly stopped giving me more homework, and I suddenly realized and understood your good intentions towards me.
"One day as a teacher, life as a father." I understand the meaning of this sentence. I will never forget you at any time. It's good to have you as a great teacher!
My teacher's second grade composition 8 "whenever my grades are rewarded, ah!" Teacher, I always think of you. I think of you, your loving face and your kind words, and I salute you silently from my heart. " Every time I hear this song, the word teacher comes to my mind. The poet Li Shangyin once said: The silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and the candles are crying every night. Speaking of teachers, I immediately think of our head teacher, Miss Zhang.
Teacher Zhang devoted all his efforts to our study. I was in grade four when Teacher Zhang first came to our class. I'm not used to the new way of learning, because I changed my head teacher at once. My study plummeted. I never got a 90, but I didn't get a 90. I slipped from the top of my class to a dozen, and my homework was a mess. At that time, I felt a little sinking and a little depressed. The teacher asked me to talk in the office. When I talk to my teacher face to face, I feel like a mother talking to her children, and like two close friends whispering. The teacher enlightened me in the office. At that time, I felt that the teacher was like a ray of sunshine, which made me cheerful. From now on, I will ask Mr. Zhang no, and the teacher will patiently explain it to me. Since then, I also like to raise my hand to speak in class, do my homework well and get better grades. Now think about it, isn't all this due to the teacher?
Teacher Zhang also cares about us in life, just like a loving mother. Once, we were listening attentively. Suddenly, a classmate suddenly had a stomachache. Knowing the illness of his classmates, the teacher hurried to call their parents. After the phone call, the teacher asked her classmates how they were. When the parents came, the teacher told the students to have a good rest and come to class when he was well. I looked at the teacher's expression at that time, and the anxious expression seemed to be that my child was ill. From this, I once again feel the teacher's care for us.
The teacher's class is also wonderful. The teacher read the text to us in a wonderful tone. The beautiful voice of reading the text is clear and cadence. Unlike when reading a text, the voice is very flat and there is no tone. The teacher asked questions. When we didn't understand, the teacher coaxed us into finding the final answer.
Ah! Teacher, you are like a candle, illuminating us, but burning yourself. Ah! Teacher, you are like a hardworking gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland. You are like a fish pond, in which we swim like a duck to water. Teacher, we admire you, we admire you.