The person I respect most is Mr Qin, who is not only our math teacher, but also our Chinese teacher and our head teacher.
Teacher Qin is a serious person. Please ask Mr Qin to teach us math. Teacher Qin is very strict when teaching us math! For example, I made a mistake at that time, and Teacher Qin asked me if you knew this question. I said yes. Teacher Qin said to me in a harsh voice, "Do your hands listen to your brain?" If you can't do such a small thing well, let alone other things. If you can't even do a small thing well, how can you do other things in the future! "I know that Mr. Qin is asking us to do things seriously and not be careless.
Teacher Qin teaches Chinese even more. When checking students' homework, you can see a punctuation mark and a radical error. Is Teacher Qin as picky as the Monkey King? I don't think so. It must be because Mr. Qin is very serious about his work and never lets go of any mistakes. He set an example for us. I must learn this serious attitude from Mr Qin.
Teacher Qin is also a very gentle person. One day, a classmate fell down. We picked him up and went to find Mr. Qin. At first, we thought that Teacher Qin would severely criticize us, but no, Teacher Qin comforted this classmate very gently. Ask her where it still hurts. Where are you hurt? And he gently touched his classmate's head with his hand. I feel just like my mother.
We are resident students and can only go home once a week. It's not mom and dad who spend the longest time with us, but our teacher Qin! Although Miss Qin is very strict with us, I know that Miss Qin is doing it for our own good.
Strict and gentle teacher Qin, she is the person I respect most.
Who makes this city so beautiful and clean? Who makes every street so white without any pollution? Is a hardworking and willing cleaner.
Once, I was drinking milk and walking to Xinhua Bookstore. I finished drinking Gollum milk, and there was a trash can in front of me. Hehe, "How about just practicing my darts skills?" Raise your right hand and shoot at the target. "Wow" shot past, but I didn't expect my darts skills to be so bad that I didn't even touch the garbage can. I want to pick it up and shoot it again. I was just about to pick it up when, alas, I saw the garbage truck coming. Forget it. I stopped shooting and turned to go. I only heard a "click" sound, which was the sound of pliers crossing. I smell a bad smell. My curiosity came up, so I turned around and saw an aunt wearing orange clothes and an orange hat riding a garbage truck. The roadside said, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment."
Yes, isn't the teacher always educating us to take care of the environment? But today, I am so uncivilized. When she leaned over to pick up the dirt I left behind, another boy on the roadside threw the cow and milk box at her. The remaining milk spilled all over her. At that time, I thought my aunt would be angry, but to my surprise, instead of being angry, she wiped off the milk on her body, picked up the milk box thrown on the ground, put all the garbage in her garbage truck, and rode away slowly, farther and farther, disappearing out of my sight.
I was ashamed at that time and thought, why do we all look down on her-the cleaner? The world has become so beautiful and clean because of them. I will never litter again. We should respect them.
The person I respect most is my mother. My mother is a strict and gentle person in my eyes. At school, my mother is my respected teacher. At home, mother is a gentle mother.
If you ask me why my mother respects me the most, I will start with two things:
When I was seven, my mother took me to Guangzhou. When I arrived at the mountain park, I saw an old man with disheveled clothes sitting on the side of the road begging for money from passers-by, but some people gave it to me, while others hid far away, as if the old man had an infectious disease. My mother saw it and said to me, "You can't ignore these old people in the future. If they ask you for help, remember? " My mother has been watching the old man ever since. I wanted to stop the car to help him, but I didn't do that. I'm ashamed.
When I was a child, my mother and I came to school for a meeting and handed out papers with my mother. Once I went to school with my mother and saw a butterfly flying in the pavilion. I was curious to catch it, but I accidentally stepped on the flower. I wanted to jump out like a spring, but my mother saw it. My mother dragged me to the office and began to say, "You don't know, you can't step on the flowers and plants in school!" " Why don't you listen to me? "My mother's words poured out like spring water, which made me unable to answer back. At that time, I hated my mother very much. Now I don't think my mother hates it at all, but I think how much I hated it before.
I respect my mother because she has a clear distinction between public and private, and I respect her because she loves me.
The person I respect most is the doorman in our community. I don't know his last name. Let's call him grandpa here. He is a little hunchbacked, thin, and his dark cheeks are wrinkled, and an old and strong spirit emerges from him. The two tools he never leaves are a broom and a pinch. On the snowy morning in winter, I went out to school, and the snow in the yard had been swept away. There are fallen leaves everywhere in autumn, but there are no leaves in our community. But these didn't give me much impression. I thought he was just guarding the door and sweeping the floor, but he wasn't. It was these two things that changed my opinion of him.
I remember once, when I was tired of playing, I went home for dinner and left my bike unlocked at the entrance of the building. When I came down, the car was gone. I looked everywhere, and finally went to the doorman's grandfather to ask. Grandpa, the doorman, said, "I put it in the carport. I'm afraid I'll lose it. It's locked. Here's the key." He also said: "Don't leave your bike lying around in the future. First, it is not neat, and second, it is not locked and easy to lose. "
Another time, after school, we went to play ball in the backyard. There is a mud pit in the backyard that is not too deep. When I was playing football, I fell into the mud without slanting. I'll get it. I accidentally got stuck in the mud, and it was covered with mud below my knees. But there's no one at home. Where can I wash it? I'm so anxious that my tears are coming down. At this time, the grandfather who was guarding the door knew that he was drawing water, brushing shoes and washing pants, and I was very grateful to him.
These two things touched me deeply. Although the janitor's job is ordinary, this "ordinary" embodies a spirit of helping others, which is worth learning and respecting. Our new generation of primary school students should carry forward this spirit of helping others.
My most respected person, grade four composition 5, today I want to introduce my most respected person to you. The person I respect most is the one who loves me the most. She is my mother.
My mother is the head nurse of a key hospital in the county, and I respect her because of her work.
I remember my birthday one year. My mother calls my friends, uncles, aunts and relatives. My home has become a bus. The crowd flowed like several streams. Just then, my mother said to me, "Quick, cut the cake." After my father turned off the light, the phone rang. I hurried to answer the phone: "Hello, is Sister Lan there?" I said, "Yes." "You asked Sister Lan to come back to pediatrics, and the condition of 1 bed has changed." Mom saw my expression and seemed to understand something. She immediately took the bag. Before going out, she said to me, "Jie Yi, be a good birthday girl. I will accompany you on your birthday when mom comes back." She left before she finished. Now it's 10, and everyone is dismissed. When my mother came back, she said to me, "Everyone's birthday can be celebrated every year, but once a person's life is gone, it will never come back." As a people's service nurse, that's it.
After listening to my mother's words, I gradually understood how difficult my mother's work was. As a person who serves the people, I have to sacrifice myself for others, which makes me admire more.
The person I respect most is our head teacher-Miss Xing.
Teacher Xing always smiles in class. She is very kind to us. If a classmate doesn't understand what some places mean, she always answers patiently until everyone's questions are clear.
Sometimes the homework assigned by the teacher is always not handed in, so she will name the place again and again and carefully check each classmate's homework.
Sometimes when a classmate is unwell, she will be very concerned and take care of her and never let her students get any harm.
The school sometimes organizes some scenic spots or parks to play, but Mr. Xing won't let us go to the river, play some dangerous games or do stupid things that violate public morality. And she won't let us buy snacks indiscriminately. She said that it is not good to develop the habit of spending money indiscriminately, and it is necessary to cultivate the good habit of saving money from an early age. No matter what, she is considerate of all our classmates and cares about us from all aspects of learning and growth.
You can also give a few real examples. On one occasion, Zhang Zhihao of our class suddenly said that he was very uncomfortable. Teacher Xing touched his head for a while and took his temperature for a while. After the care of the teacher, he was really comfortable. On another occasion, three boys in our class fought over a trivial matter. Teacher Xing seriously educated them and told them a lot of truth, saying that it was dangerous to do so, so that they learned a lesson and never made such mistakes again.
Teacher Xing also patiently made up lessons for students with poor academic performance, and as a result, their later grades also improved a lot.
Teacher Xing is our head teacher and our bosom friend. She is a good role model for us. We should study hard and grow up healthily to repay our teachers!
People I respect most: Everyone has one or several people worthy of respect, so do I. Among all the people I respect, I will put my mother first. This may seem a little petty, but it's what I think.
My mother is an out-and-out rural person with low educational level and no family assets. What she has is the unique character and character of rural women. My father is a rural teacher in my hometown, and my family lives in the family courtyard of our primary school. Therefore, in addition to normal housework, my mother also started some small businesses in primary schools, selling stationery and snacks. Every day before and after class, there are always a group of children around the door of his shop, some look around, some shout' good', so sometimes mother is inevitably in a hurry. In the evening, my mother will take out her plastic jar of money and pour out a bunch of dimes, dimes, dimes ... counting patiently. Every weekend, she goes to the town more than ten miles away by bike to buy goods. Every time I call home, I will tell my mother not to be too tired. Her answer is always: "Don't worry, your father and I are in good health, so study there."
But sometimes my mother is selfish and stingy. Whenever he talks endlessly with vendors for 1.5 yuan, whenever she talks about her parents' short time in the west, and whenever she tells me and my brother about her "principles of being a man", I always feel disdainful. But now I think quietly, who is she haggling over?
In the hot summer, all the flowers and trees wither because of lack of water, so people go to air-conditioned rooms to escape the heat. Only they silently swept the road in the scorching sun, soaked their clothes with sweat, but still insisted on working there. That's the person I respect most-the sanitation worker.
Although they are just ordinary people, they have made great contributions to society.
After the flash flood, they pushed the tricycle full of garbage hard; In order to keep the balance of cars, they don't let garbage hurt people; The sewer is blocked, and they are not afraid of being dirty or tired. They bent down and emptied the garbage with their bare hands. In the heavy snow, they wore the orange dress. Although it can't resist wind, rain and cold, it is glorious for them. Sanitation workers have only one small wish, that is, "those who want to live in this world should take care of the environment."
If there were no sanitation workers in the world, the world would be a planet composed of garbage. The air smells bad, the world seems to have lost its color, and the sun is no longer warm, just like a fireball. Maybe the temperature will suddenly drop and turn into a hockey ball of several thousand degrees below zero, and human beings will be extinct, and there is no place suitable for human survival in the galaxy.
Sanitation workers are great, because with them, the world is so clean and beautiful.
So for our common home, please take care of nature and protect the environment. We should start from now on and get into the habit of throwing garbage into the trash can. As long as we work together, the world will become more and more beautiful.
When the noisy streets have returned to calm, when the crowded cars have stopped, do you know who is still working tirelessly? When naughty children have fallen asleep, when the bustling night market has fallen asleep, do you know who is still working hard? I am a hard-working sanitation worker, but I am dressing up a brand-new dawn for people.
In the past, in our eyes, sanitation workers were unremarkable, thinking that they were just sweeping the streets and there was nothing to sing. Slowly I grew up and learned that the work of sanitation workers is hard. No matter it is cold and hot, or it is warm in spring and cool in summer, they stick to their posts every day, silently beautifying our beautiful county, and their work is so serious and meticulous. Can I not admire this selfless dedication?
This scene often comes to mind. Every morning when we go to school, we see that the ground is clean. Every day, we will see a group of familiar figures, with brooms in their hands, sweeping garbage in the street. When you get close to them, you will see that you are sweating like a pig, and their clothes are soaked with sweat. But they didn't stop because of this, but gave up and just continued to sweep carefully.
At noon, the sun scorched the earth, and the sanitation workers continued to work under the scorching sun overhead. The stinking garbage in the garbage truck attracted swarms of mosquitoes and flies. How dirty! But sanitation workers don't mind at all. They only know how to contribute to the people silently and provide a comfortable environment for the citizens living in this city.
I admire ordinary notes and unknown stars. I praise you more sincerely, respectable sanitation worker!
When I was in the fourth grade, a teacher respected me very much. She is Peng.
She has bright black hair, big clear eyes and pink glasses. Under the high nose, there is a small mouth like a cherry. Those pink glasses can best bring out her knowledgeable temperament.
I remember there was a hole in my eye after school in the afternoon. When I took my schoolbag, my eyes accidentally touched the side of the table. The blood keeps flowing. Teacher Peng saw it and quickly picked me up and sent me to the clinic. Teacher Peng said, "After you go back, ask your mother to apply anti-inflammatory drugs to your eyes every day." Teacher Peng's kind face makes me cry.
Another afternoon, it was raining cats and dogs. My father has a meeting at school and has no time to pick me up. Teacher Peng asked me, "Hey, Wu Yu, why didn't your father pick you up?" I told Mr. Peng about it, and the teacher smiled and said kindly, "Wu Yu, take my umbrella first." I quickly said to the teacher, "no, no, dad will pick me up soon." The teacher forced the umbrella into my hand. Teacher Peng's figure has left the school. It is like a butterfly flying in the rain, running constantly.
Teacher Peng's spirit of caring for students makes me unforgettable. Every time I see her, I will say "hello, teacher" from my heart. She will always smile at me and say "hello" to me.
In the fifth grade, she didn't substitute for me, but when I met her on the road, I would also say "Hello, teacher." Until she didn't recognize me. Three years later, I changed from a little girl to a big sister. Every time Mr. Peng sees me, he will say, "We grew up so sensible."
This is the person I respect most. Do you like her?