Teacher, I love your composition 1 I have known many teachers in various classes since I went to school. My favorite teacher is an unknown and selfless teacher.
She has bright black hair and a cherry-pink mouth. She has keen eyes and is of medium height. She likes wearing a green coat. Very nice!
I remember one day, I finished cleaning the classroom and reported to the teacher. Walking to the door of the teacher's office, I didn't go in, just looked at the door. I saw teacher Zhang's beautiful back and her expression of carefully correcting her homework. I thought to myself: I can't go in now. Don't disturb the teacher's preparation. So I stood outside the door waiting for Teacher Zhang to get off work. Time passed by, and I waited outside the door, looking at Teacher Zhang from time to time. Finally, the teacher got off work, and I quickly reported the cleaning situation to the teacher. Teacher Zhang said in surprise, "Zihao, why are you still at school?" I told the teacher the reason why I didn't go in just now. Other teachers said to Mr. Zhang, "It's good that you have such a good student!" " "
One morning, I was awakened by an alarm clock. I climbed out of the warm bed, stretched myself, rubbed my eyes and got up. I panicked at the sight of the clock. It's over. I'm already dead. It's already half past eight. I dressed in a hurry and ran to school. I am late. Teacher Zhang criticized me. I dare not look up at Teacher Zhang because I dare not look into his eyes. Ah, teacher Zhang's eyes are reproachful, but I know that teacher Zhang is very strict with me.
I want to thank Mr. Zhang, who has always been the best teacher in my mind. I love you all!
Teacher, I love you. Teacher 2, you have taught me knowledge with hard work and wisdom, and also taught me the truth of being a man, and let me understand how I should achieve my goal in life. You are like an inexhaustible candle, illuminating my way forward with the light of your heart.
Looking back on the second day of junior high school, I can't forget all your concern for me, and I am deeply moved.
Once, because of fun, I didn't finish many questions in my Chinese homework. How scared I was when you checked your homework. I'm afraid you will criticize me and teach me a lesson in front of the whole class. But you didn't. You patted me on the head and said, "Play again." After school, you take me to the office to give me patient counseling. Teacher, you are over 50 years old. Looking at the white hair on your temples and listening to your hoarse voice because of fatigue, my heart is full of guilt. It took you a whole hour to make me understand the meaning of each question and the key point of each question. You said, "You must listen carefully in class to learn well." I nodded silently with tears in my eyes.
Teacher, I really like you from now on. Because of your concern and your love.
At that time, I competed with my classmates to climb trees. When I climbed to the height of one person, my classmates yanked me below, and I fell to the ground, my leg was hurt, and I cried very sadly. You and your classmates helped me to the infirmary, cleaned my wound, applied medicine and stopped my pain. Later, you called that classmate to the office without criticizing him. Instead, you spent a class and gave him a unique safety lesson, so that he would never make dangerous moves to his classmates again.
Teacher, it's very kind of you. You are the gentlest and most amiable teacher I have ever seen. You are really like a hardworking gardener, watering our class. I am full of gratitude and love for you, and I will love you forever.
Finally, I want to give you a deep bow to show my deep respect.
Teacher, I love you. My Chinese teacher's name is Yang Yufeng. She has taught us for three years. We love my Chinese teacher, and the teacher loves us.
Miss Yang black curls, yellowish, two clips with drills. Wearing high heels and skirts to teach us almost every day. Our teacher Yang is not fat at all, and the clothes he wears every day are beautiful. Care about us every day.
I know that every time the teacher prepares lessons, it is very hard, and it is even more tiring to take care of us. We must study hard and repay our teachers. Don't let the teacher's sweat flow in vain I know that I don't have much time with my Chinese teacher, so I must cherish it. As the saying goes: an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.
Once in class, Teacher Yang asked us to review metaphors. Teacher Yang asked, "About the lotus leaf." Many people raised their hands, but Mr. Yang called Sun Xiaohan. Sun Xiaohan was called up and replied, "The lotus leaf is like a big green disc." Teacher Yang said, "Good. The next one is about the moon." Teacher Yang called Bi Chuanyu, and Bi Chuanyu replied, "The curved moon is like a boat." Teacher Yang said, "Hmm."
Teacher Yang taught us a lot of knowledge, including a four-character idiom describing Li Baihe. The teacher also gave us a lot of inspiration from fables and historical stories.
On June 1st this year, Teacher Yang was very concerned about us and specially gave us a rest time. Because there is no homework, it is much easier than before. But the homework is also assigned by the teacher, so you must thank the teacher. Study hard to repay the teacher's efforts, win glory for the teacher and thank the teacher with practical actions.
My Chinese teacher, I love you.
Teacher, I like your composition. Miss Zhao is our head teacher and also our Chinese teacher. She has taught me for two years and is my favorite teacher. She is not tall, with a ponytail and talking eyes, as if she can read our minds.
She is very responsible. One day, Wu's head was knocked through, bleeding profusely, and the students were so scared that they didn't know what to do. Knowing this, Teacher Zhao hurried to the classroom, walked beside Wu, squatted down, held his head, looked at it, covered his wound with something, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?" I'll call your parents right away. "Say that finish, he took him to the hospital quickly.
She cares about us. Once, I got sick. Every time after class, Mr. Zhao gently walks up to me and asks with concern, "Do you feel better?" You have to tell me what happened. "It's time for lunch. Miss Zhao gave me the only meat dish in her bowl. Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind.
She is an enthusiastic teacher. Whenever I encounter difficulties, she will take the initiative to help me. Once, I forgot to bring my Chinese book. I am nervous in class. When Miss Zhao asked us to open the Chinese book, I said nervously, "Miss Zhao, I forgot to bring my Chinese book." Teacher Zhao smiled and said to me, "Use my Chinese book first, and don't forget it next time." I nodded my head hard, and the worries in my heart have flown to the outside of the cloud nine.
In the past two years, Miss Zhao has given us maternal love, and those moments that moved us will remain in our memory forever. Miss Zhao, I really want to be your student again. I will definitely walk up a flight of stairs.
I love you, Miss Zhao!
Teacher, I love you. Teacher, what a common name, but it contains countless love. Teacher, you are a diligent gardener who cultivates our young flowers. Teachers care about us and protect us like mothers. Teacher, you are a candle that burns yourself and illuminates others. ...
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." How much the teacher lost for us. Last week, a classmate in our class caught a cold and didn't come for a week. When she came, the teacher asked her in a hurry, did you get over your cold? Drink more water. At the end of each class, the teacher always goes to the office to pour her a glass of water. Under the careful care of the teacher, she recovered completely and always had a bright smile on her face. She missed many classes because of her cold. Every night, the teacher will come to the school to give a good lecture after self-study and explain every knowledge point thoroughly. The teacher will patiently explain what she doesn't understand until she understands. We have all seen the teacher's practice and kept it in mind.
Another time, I was sick and had a fever of 39. 5 degrees, flushed face, chills all over, weakness of limbs. It's really hard. Seeing me like this, the teacher habitually asked me, "Are you uncomfortable?" "I feel cold all over." Without saying anything, the teacher took me directly to the infirmary. "It's burning too much, and it must be infused!" Soon it was close to 10. The teacher poured me water and took my temperature until my fever dropped. When the teacher left, my tears flowed down like broken beads.
Love is great and selfless, and I will repay you with good grades.
Teacher, I love you!
Teacher, I love you. If someone asks me, "What is your teacher like?" In my mind, I will see a figure: a pair of big eyes, a yellow face, and two dimples when I smile. She likes to wear high heels. She is not tall, but she has a full figure. This is my math teacher, Miss Zhang.
I still remember a rainy day, on the way back to my dormitory, I accidentally stepped on a puddle and plopped, and I fell down and was soaked through. Zhou Chen and Huang Siyuan pointed at me and said, "What a fool, a drowned rat! Look at him, he laughs me to death, hahaha! "It's raining hard. I could have got up, but I was depressed and sad. I am "weak" "Li Kui JYXu, what's wrong with you?" A kind and familiar voice came into my ears. I looked up and it turned out to be teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang seems to have seen through my mood at this time and quickly helped me up. It seems that she leaned her umbrella on my side on purpose, and I feel that no part of my body is caught in the rain. I looked up, and teacher Zhang was half drenched in the rain, and his loving eyes fell on me, fearing that I would get wet. At that moment, she seemed to be my mother.
Another time, probably in the second grade, when I was doing my homework in the classroom, I came across a problem that I couldn't solve after racking my brains. At that time, the school was over. Although almost all the other teachers have left and Miss Zhang is ready to leave, she still noticed me. She saw me being reasonable and scratching her head, so she came and told me several times before I understood. At this moment, I understand.
This is my teacher, my beloved teacher Zhang, "When the silkworm dies, the night candle tears", which is an appropriate description of my teacher. Since then, I have motivated myself whenever I encounter math problems. I will live up to teacher Zhang's expectations of me! I love you, Miss Zhang.
Teacher, I love you. Teacher, I love you. On my growing road, you have given me a lot of care and love. I can't forget how worried you were about me when I was sick. I will never forget that you gave me great encouragement when I was in trouble. Teacher, your concern for me is meticulous, and I am very grateful to you. Among them, one thing has been deeply branded in my heart. In the second grade, I got sick. It was you who first discovered my illness, and you called my mother at the first time to tell her my physical condition and ask her to take me to the hospital. After examination, the doctor said that he had chicken pox and would be hospitalized. He can't study until the chicken pox disappears. During this period, our head teacher, Mr. Zhang, worried about my health, made a lot of phone calls during his busy schedule, constantly asking about my illness and encouraging me to overcome it. I finally survived this painful half month and can go to school again. But the new problem comes again, and this study is bothering me again. I haven't been to school for more than half a month, and I have fallen behind in this homework. On the first day of study, the curtain is about to fall. Teacher Zhang said to me, "Huang Hang, come to my office after school. At first I thought to myself, "Did I do something wrong and should I be punished?"? "After school, I came to Mr. Zhang's office. I didn't put my mind at ease until I saw some Chinese and math homework on the desk. Teacher Zhang said, "Look, Huang Hang, this is the fifth lesson. That's it, that's it ... "It wasn't until half past five that Teacher Zhang got up and went home. Speaking of which, I feel as if there are some warm currents coming to my heart, and tears can't help flowing out.
Teacher, I love you. Time flies, and it's the annual Teacher's Day.
Speaking of Teacher's Day, I can't help thinking of my first tutor, Miss Wei. She is a humorous and gentle female teacher, and she has changed me the most in my life. I admire her very much.
In the first grade, I was a flawed child. All the other teachers shook their heads when they saw me, except Miss Wei. She tried her best to change me, but I wouldn't listen at all. It always goes in one ear and out the other.
Once I didn't do my homework and was criticized by my English teacher. The teacher asked my parents, and Teacher Wei interceded for me. The English teacher agreed not to let me invite my parents because of Miss Wei's face. After class, Miss Wei asked me to go to her office. I was on tenterhooks all the way, thinking: Teacher Wei is here to scold me. It's over! When I got to the office, I said trembling, "Mr. Wei, I was wrong." I shouldn't stop doing my homework. " To my surprise, Mr. Wei didn't criticize me, but said calmly, "The teacher believes in you. As long as you realize your mistakes and correct them, you will certainly become an excellent student. You won't let the teacher down, will you? " Looking at teacher Wei's expectant eyes, I can't help but say confidently, "hmm!" " "Later, I always remembered the teacher's words, made up my mind and studied hard, and finally became a good student in everyone's eyes.
Teacher's Day is coming, and I want to say to Mr. Wei, "Teacher, you have worked hard! Thank you for your guidance and companionship in our growth, and it is precisely because of your education and management that our class has become more and more excellent. I love you-Miss Wei! "
Teacher, I love your composition 9. Today is1October 27th 20xx 165438+2 1: 36. I sat in front of the computer and thought about what happened today. Some are sad, some are happy, some are happy and some are unforgettable, but there is one thing that makes me feel very happy. ...
There is a parent-teacher meeting today, and we have made a lot of full preparations with the class teacher. Parents came into the classroom in groups of three and five, and we received them warmly. My friend's mother came and we warmly welcomed her. Soon, the parents' meeting began ... we were standing in the corridor, and suddenly my eyes filled with tears. I haven't seen my mother for more than two months, because my mother has been working in Bole, and her work is very busy. Seeing other students' parents come, I feel particularly sad and feel like an orphan. My friend and I are going to call my mother in the biology teacher's office. So we walked into the office. I never thought I would cry as soon as I walked into the office. At that time, the teacher was quite nervous and asked me what was wrong. A friend said that she missed her mother and wanted to call her. The teacher lent me the phone, and my mother and I finally spoke on the phone: Mom, I miss you. When will you come? I'm even sadder before the words are finished. My mother said: 65438+ I will go around February. I know this is the only reason to comfort me. I hung up the phone ... I cried even harder. The teacher comforted me: don't cry. Your mother will certainly come while I am here. You can treat me like your mother, too. The teacher's words infected me even more, and I cried even louder. I vaguely heard the teacher sobbing ... I had to stop crying, because it was my reason. My teacher cried and cried very sadly ... Suddenly I felt worthless. ...
Teacher, I love you. Because of you, my incomplete childhood was finally made up. I don't need fatherly love. As long as the teacher is here, I am satisfied. The teacher loves you. You are not only my teacher, but also my sister and friend. I love you. I will study hard and repay you with the best results. ...
Teacher, I love you! Mom, I love you!
Teacher, I love your composition 10. Time flies, time is like running water. In a blink of an eye, countless teachers have taught me. Some of them are gentle, some are lively and cheerful, some are amiable and some are knowledgeable ... Although some of them have stopped educating us, they still make me unforgettable; Others have been carefully educating and cultivating us. Among them, what I like best, and what I can't bear most when I graduate here, is our present head teacher, Miss Wang.
Miss Wang's hair is a little naturally curly, and she always wears a pair of red-rimmed glasses on her nose. His eyes are always full of concern for students. She has a glib tongue and often tells us stories in class.
Teacher Wang's class is very lively and interesting. I remember once, when Mr. Wang gave us the first 17 lesson "Mysteries in the Valley", he gave us an example that happened to him in order to let us know more about "proper concessions". The students were deeply attracted by the story of Mr. Wang's wits and bravery against thieves, and learned more about the benefits of "making concessions appropriately in order to get a chance to rebound"
Teacher Wang is also very concerned about our life: he often communicates with students or parents and listens to students' voices. In normal life, she cares and takes care of us like her parents, reminding students to wear more clothes when cold air comes; If the lunch is not delicious, she will also share her food with her classmates. As long as there is a classmate's birthday, she will hold a small birthday party for her classmates and leave us a beautiful moment with the camera. ...
Once, just before the final exam, I got sick. Teacher Wang has been concerned about my illness on the phone, comforting me not to worry about missing classes, just rest assured. Two days later, I went back to school. Teacher Wang makes up lessons for me in his spare time. Seeing that I was a little tired, she asked me if I wanted to have a rest. Thanks to Mr. Wang's efforts, I made proud achievements in that exam.
This is my teacher, my lively, eloquent, amiable and responsible teacher Wang. Miss Wang, I thank you!
Teacher, I love your composition 1 1. You should be surprised to see this topic. Because our Class 2, Grade 6 is the penultimate class in the whole grade, however, in order to study well, you introduced us a lot of exercise books and did a lot of homework every day. Many students complain about you and even curse you! But I know very well that you have given us more homework. In the eyes of our classmates, the so-called good teacher is someone who can do whatever he wants.
Teacher, I believe you also heard the students' complaints and curses. But you didn't scold them, and you didn't name the person who scolded you. But you taught us to respect others in class, and others will respect you. But the students didn't listen, and after class, they said you were too involved. I can't help but feel sad when I hear the curses of my classmates. I think the teacher is our mother, and we should respect the teacher as we respect our mother.
Teacher, you were delayed for 45 minutes because you had to wait for the photo of graduation photo. Many students think that you are dragging your feet on purpose, but it's actually for our own good. Let's bring the photo and keep it. You gave a test paper while waiting for the photo, and the students were very dissatisfied. When I was on QQ at night, I saw a classmate's signature saying, "What does your teacher do? You don't deserve to be our teacher at all! " "I couldn't help crying. Is this what a student said?
Teacher, do you believe that I will change my classmates? Do you believe that the students will respect you? Don't worry, I will!
Teachers are "human engineers", so we must respect engineers! Teacher, I love you ~
Teacher, I love your composition 12 In my life, there is a teacher that I will never forget. She is Miss Yang, the head teacher who took me from grade one to grade three. I remember Mr. Yang's eloquence and good writing style. In my heart, she is an excellent teacher and a loving mother.
On a warm spring day that year, the campus was full of colorful flowers, which was beautiful. After I saw it, I secretly picked one while people were not paying attention. Soon, the well-informed teacher Yang knew. Instead of being angry with me, she kindly said to me, "You are a child who loves beauty, which is worthy of recognition, but how long can flowers keep your beauty?" You fold one, I fold one, and the consequences can be imagined. We should take good care of flowers and trees and don't hurt them. They are our friends. "I still remember Teacher Yang's teaching in my heart. She taught me the truth of being a man and made me sensible.
In my memory, there is another thing that left a deep impression on Mr. Yang. Once, Mr. Yang was ill and insisted on giving us a class. The hoarse voice is a little persistent. Everyone listened carefully to the hoarse voice and the classroom became very quiet. If a needle falls to the ground at this time, everyone can hear the sound. Teacher Shi, who teaches mathematics, said that it was because Teacher Yang was too worried about us, suffering from severe insomnia and hoarse voice. Teacher Yang has paid too much sweat for us.
Miss Yang, you are like a candle. When I took a young step on the road of life, it was your light that lit up the way forward. Teacher Yang, I have always wanted to say to you, "You are like my mother, who has taught me knowledge and taught me to be a man. I love you! "
Teacher, I love your composition 13. It's late at night and it's quiet all around. When many people are asleep, a window is still on. A thin man with gray temples and bright eyes is writing in the sand under the desk lamp. ...
He is my math teacher, Miss Li. In our hearts, Miss Li is both a strict teacher and a loving father.
I remember an exam, because I didn't listen carefully before, and I only got 85 points. Miss Li called me to my office and said sternly, "Xiaohua, I just talked about this application problem yesterday. Why did you do so badly in the exam today?" This is not your usual style. "Listening to the teacher's harsh words and looking at the teacher's serious expression, I bowed my head in shame. When the teacher saw that I was wrong, she put away her serious expression and said gently, "Come, I'll tell you again. This problem should be calculated like this ... "The teacher spoke very seriously and I listened very carefully. So, soon, I understood.
Although Mr. Li is strict in teaching, he is very kind in life. We all regard him as a father, and he regards us as his own children. I remember it was a labor class, and our class was responsible for cutting down trees. The sun scorched the earth like a fireball, and we were sunburned like ants on hot bricks. Sweat soaked my clothes and my lips were thirsty. At this time, Miss Li came over with a basin of water and shouted from a distance: "Students, you have worked hard. Let's have a drink and have a rest. " As soon as we heard this, we all stopped what we were doing and rushed to the teacher for water. While we were drinking vigorously, the teacher ran to cut down trees. Seeing the sweaty figure of the teacher, we were moved to put down our glasses to help.
Sunshine is love, rain is love. How much effort the teacher has devoted to the healthy growth of students, how good! Teacher, I love you!
Teacher, I like your composition 14. In a blink of an eye, I have been in grade five. In the galaxy of memory, what I miss most is my head teacher, Mr. Pang ... If my father's love for me is like a mountain, then the teacher's love is as endless as running water. It merged into streams and rivers, nourishing a land full of hope, and then slowly dried up, reflecting colorful flowers on their faces.
She cares about me like a mother. She is a beautiful female teacher with a sweet voice. Her smiling face is always flashing with a pair of smart eyes. When she looks at us, it is clear as water and warm as a trickle.
Teacher Pang teaches us Chinese. In class, Mr. Pang's language is accurate and vivid, his tone is cadence, and his feelings are real and touching. Her class is a magnet for me, and I often make eye contact with my teacher, which gives me a tacit feeling. In addition to explaining the text to us, she also told us many touching stories, including the story of revolutionary ancestors' bloodshed, some folk myths and legends and foreign fairy tales. Every time I can learn some truth, get inspiration and get a lot of encouragement from the stories told by Mr. Pang. I think my greatest progress since I had Mr. Pang is in composition. Every composition I write has been carefully revised and guided by Mr. Pang, which makes me suddenly enlightened in writing. More importantly, I am confident and interested in writing. For this reason, my mother is very happy and often says in front of me, "It's all thanks to Mr. Pang!"
When we encounter problems and want to get cold feet, when we hear the words of encouragement from the teacher, I suddenly have a warm feeling in my heart, like a withered seedling, moistened by drizzle, as if a flower had opened in my heart. When we make mistakes, we will unconsciously feel ashamed after listening to Mr. Pang's words, and we will unconsciously correct our mistakes immediately. Teacher Pang's words moisten our hearts like spring rain.
Teacher, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you. Today, I finally have a chance to write my true feelings with a pen and dedicate my love to you with childlike innocence: Teacher Pang, I love you!
Teacher, I love your composition 15 In a blink of an eye, Miss Ling has been our head teacher for more than three years. Miss Ling's short brown hair looks particularly energetic. Her mouth is as small as a cherry and she can't stop talking in class.
Miss Ling is an amiable and knowledgeable teacher. She gave me a lot of knowledge and let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; She gave me a lot of care, let us feel the warmth of the big group, and she gave me a lot of encouragement, so that when I encountered difficulties on my way forward, I knew to face them bravely.
I remember when I was in the third grade, my handwriting was crooked, just like the wind blowing. Every time the teacher approves the homework, as long as my handwriting is not good, she will patiently let me correct it. Under her careful teaching, my calligraphy has made great progress.
Another time, at noon, the teacher sorted out what he had written. It's time to collect your homework. Teacher Ling said, "If you haven't finished writing, follow me to the office to write." I looked around at my classmates who had handed in their homework, and I was the only one who didn't finish it. My face turned red. After that, I will go to the teacher's office again. Who told me not to write too fast? I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to the teacher's office. As soon as I entered the office, I thought Miss Ling would severely criticize me. Unexpectedly, Miss Ling asked me to sit at her desk and kindly said to me, "Peng Li, finish your homework quickly." So, I concentrated on writing quickly. Teacher Ling took my homework, looked at it and said softly, "Don't you write quickly?" ? Don't put it off any longer. When writing, you can't play while writing and you can't be distracted. You should write wholeheartedly. "I bowed my head in shame.
Dear Miss Ling, how hard you work as a gardener! I believe that in the near future, the seedlings cultivated by your sweat will bear rich fruits. Miss Ling, I love you!