I like our former math teacher, Miss Zhou, very much. She not only teaches us math, but also teaches us labor now. What impressed her the most was my second grade.
I remember when I was in the second grade, many boys in our class had conflicts with a boy named Xie. They were fighting in the small playground, and I was in a daze on a wall in the small playground. I rowed back with Xie, and it was right around my neck. My classmates immediately took me to Mr. Zhou, who looked at the wound and said to me, "It's okay, the little boy should be strong." Then he said to me, "Does it hurt?" I replied, "not bad, it hurts a little." Miss Zhou asked me to lie on the desk and have a rest. Then I went back to the classroom and rested on my desk. After school, Miss Zhou specially asked me to call my parents and take me to the hospital to see if there were any problems.
Thank you, Miss Zhou!
Teacher's help to me Composition 2: Thank you for your help.
Six years of primary school life passed quickly. Come to think of it, every bit in the past six years is so delicious. Now, let me talk about the person who impressed me the most.
First of all, let me show you a picture that is deeply imprinted in your mind. Look, the picture shows a female teacher. She is about fifty years old, short and slightly fat. Her loving face is slightly red and her eyes are small, but she looks radiant and her eyes make people feel kind. Look carefully, wrinkles have already climbed on the teacher's face, recording how many days and nights the teacher worked hard. This teacher is my first teacher-Miss Yang.
I remember when I was in grade one. One day after school, it began to rain cats and dogs. The heavy rain beads knocked on the ground and played a beautiful "movement". However, I am not in the mood to appreciate it, because I am worried. Other students either asked their parents to pick them up or brought their own umbrellas, only me, standing in the reception room, looking at the rain curtain outside. I don't have an umbrella, and my parents are at work, so I can't pick it up. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see the rain subside. I was cruel and rushed into the heavy rain.
I finally rushed into the corridor, and I couldn't find a dry place all over, and my clothes were wet and stuck to my body. At this moment, Miss Yang came back with an umbrella. At that time, I lived in a building with Teacher Yang. Teacher Yang looked at me wet and was taken aback. She called me to her house. I quickly said, "No, no, thank you, teacher." Teacher Yang said anxiously, "How can this be done? You are too young. How do you handle it? Go to my house, dry your hair and clothes, and then go home. Besides, mom and dad haven't come home yet, and you can't do it alone! " After that, I didn't dare to open my mouth again, so I dragged me to her house. No way, I had to obediently follow Miss Yang upstairs. When I got home, Teacher Yang started to help me dry my hair with a towel and hang my clothes. Then I turned on the TV, brought a lot of delicious food and told me to eat while watching TV. I looked around carefully and everything was in good order.
Time passed by, my mother came home from work, and I'm going home, too. Teacher Yang picked up the pile of food and put it into several big plastic bags for me to take home and eat slowly. I reluctantly went downstairs. Suddenly, I heard Teacher Yang coming down. I asked strangely, "Teacher Yang, why did you come out?" Teacher Yang smiled and said, "Oh, I'm going to make up lessons for a student. If I go late, it will be too late. Ah, why haven't you come home yet? Mom should be in a hurry! " I think, genius is so early, has the teacher eaten? So I asked, "Teacher, have you eaten?" "Yes," the teacher replied. "Didn't you just see me eating?" Suddenly, I understood everything. At the teacher's house, I saw the teacher eating a bowl of cold leftovers and no food. So this is the teacher's meal! Before I could speak again, Teacher Yang said, "Well, I'm going to make up lessons. Hurry home and don't let my mother worry! " "Say that finish, he went downstairs. I stood at the window and watched the teacher walk into the heavy rain. At that time, at that moment, I felt that the figure of the teacher was so tall.
Teacher's help to me Composition 3: Thank you for your help.
Many people have helped me, including teachers, classmates, parents ... Among them, my Chinese teacher, Miss Su Ting, has helped me the most!
Teacher Su is a famous "beauty teacher" in the whole school. She has long shawl hair, shiny and soft. She looks fashionable and elegant. Hey ... hey ... sometimes you can't help feeling it. What I like best is her eyes, big and gentle. When she looked at me, I felt as if she was encouraging me and praising me. Teacher Su is so beautiful and gentle, and her maternal love left a deep impression on me.
I remember once, when the teacher reported the exam results to the students, all of them scored above 90. Didn't hear my name, my heart sank: miserable, I didn't do well in the exam this time. I wonder how the teacher will fix me! ? Suddenly: "Chen Yilong scored 86 points!" I bowed my head in shame, thinking that the teacher would be furious with me, but when I looked up and saw the teacher's gentle eyes coming towards me, I felt that it was not blame, but encouragement. The teacher came up to me and touched my head. Suddenly I feel that the teacher's hands are soft and warm, like mother's hands, but more like sunshine, and a warm current comes to my heart. I secretly swear in my heart: I will study hard in the future, strive for a good grade in the exam, and make the teacher proud of me, proud of me!
Thank you-Miss Su!
Teacher's help to me Composition 4: Teacher Chen's help to me.
Last semester in Grade Four, our math teacher, Mr. Xue, was transferred to the new campus. So, Mr. Chen began to take our class!
This teacher Chen is tall and burly with long hair, bright eyes and a big mouth. That's great.
There was a mid-term exam, and I only got 78 points! The next day, Mr. Chen called me into the office, and I dawdled into the office, feeling really anxious for fifteen buckets to fetch water. Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen touched my head first and said to me earnestly, "It doesn't matter if I didn't do well in this exam." The key is that you should carefully analyze your mistakes, why and where, and can you make mistakes next time? " At that time, I was moved to tears, and the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. I thought to myself: I must listen carefully in class and give the teacher a satisfactory answer!
After a period of hard work, I finally got 95 points in the mid-term exam, and now my academic performance has advanced by leaps and bounds, giving my teacher a satisfactory answer sheet!
Teacher Chen, I will always remember your help to me. Thank you! !
The teacher helped me. Composition 5: The teacher helped me.
In the study, every student got the help of the teacher, and of course, I was one of them.
Third grade. That's one thing. That day, I didn't come to school because of a high fever. The next day, I came to school. The third class is music class. Teacher Zhou told me not to attend, and I agreed. So, I walked into his office with Mr. Zhou. Miss Zhou asked me to open my math book and give me Unit 9-Statistics. Teacher Zhou first talked about the key points of Unit 9 and asked me if I understood. I said there was one thing I didn't understand. Teacher Zhou told me again and asked me if I understood. I nodded without hesitation and said, "I understand." At this moment, Miss Zhou handed me my exercise book together with Wang Yue's and asked me to make up yesterday's homework. After a while, I gave my classroom exercise book and Wang Yue's to Miss Zhou. Miss Zhou asked me to do the application problems in the book again. I started doing it. Suddenly I couldn't do a problem, so I asked Mr. Zhou for advice. Teacher Zhou helped me analyze the meaning of the topic and explained it to me. I finally understand. Say that finish, teacher Zhou approved, smiled and said to me: "You are great! It seems that you understood the new lesson yesterday. " The bell rang happily, and I walked out of Miss Zhou's office and walked to the class.
Now, Miss Zhou doesn't teach us, but I can't forget that make-up class. Recalling that makeup class really impressed me. Here, I want to thank you-Miss Zhou.