When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher, and I was a little excited. In my anxious expectation, Miss Jiao finally appeared in front of us at night. First of all, I don't think she should be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher? But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If you have anything on your mind, just look for her and shout at her. It's like some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get into Jiao's hands, there is nothing, that is, everything she does is brittle, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches." In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can't control it, but Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that thing was over! But I will also remember this little lesson and hope not to make mistakes again in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a normal me. And I want to say to the teacher intently: If I am a bird with wings flying, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil. When I am intimate, I always want to talk to you and share my joy with you. Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.
My teacher's composition is 600 words. If my teacher wants to say the most respected teacher, it will be Hu Zhe. I thank the sunshine, which brings me warmth; I thank the clear spring, which brings me sweetness; I am even more grateful to my writing teacher, who brought me an encouraging smile.
"Hang it all! Nonsense! " As soon as you heard this familiar word, you knew that our writing teacher had come. My writing teacher's name is Hu Zhe. She is my writing teacher in normal school.
He is neither tall nor young, but his hair is half white. He is also very careless about his clothes. He always wears blue cloth all the year round, which is in sharp contrast with other teachers.
The most unforgettable thing is that he wears a pair of deep myopia glasses on his broad face and those forever deep eyes behind the glasses. His image is not good-looking, but he loves to laugh. When he smiled, he showed a pair of ugly big teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were folded into arhats.
A mantra he often talks about is: "Hang it all". That time, I don't know whether it was a feeling in my heart or a whim. I wrote an essay "When I am homesick". As a result, I was read by him in front of the whole class. He also said that this is a masterpiece with true feelings and originality, which attracted the envy of his classmates.
I don't know which classmate is jealous, and secretly said, "Hum! This is plagiarism! " Unexpectedly, this sentence slipped into his ear. He glared at him and casually threw out a sentence: "Hang it all! Can you help me copy an article? " Then he turned his eyes to me, and the ugly smile on his face came again: "Tell me how you wrote this composition." Looking at the trusting eyes and smile on the teacher's face, I calmly expressed my homesickness since I moved in.
The classroom was quiet, the students listened quietly, and the teacher seemed very excited. He kept nodding, and the smile on his face became more brilliant. The two ugly front teeth also involuntarily revealed their mouths. After I finished, he took the lead in applauding me, and kept saying, "True feelings are meaningful!" "It can be said that from then on, I loved writing more, and fell in love with Mr. Hu Zhe's class more. He also paid more attention to my guidance in writing.
Mr Hu Zhe likes to be angry and out of control. As long as his classmates make unforgivable mistakes, he flies into a rage and his voice can be heard for miles.
His face flushed, and then he scolded mercilessly loudly: "What's the matter? Don't listen in class, homework is not completed, affecting the mood in class! Go back and think about it yourself! This is outrageous! How dare you! " In the next lecture, his tone was full of severity and his face was tight. But slowly, his voice softened a lot, his face returned to a smile, and his two front teeth could not help showing.
He spoke in more detail, and from time to time he whispered, "Do you understand?" We know that it turns out that he is not really angry, but distracting us. So we answered loudly: "I understand!" He smiled more happily.
Writing teacher, I will always remember your sunny smile. My teacher, everyone says that you are the pillar of cultivating the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, as exciting as a rushing river ... Spring silkworms have never been born.
3. How to write a composition with my Chinese teacher as the topic? There is a Chinese teacher in our class. She has an apple-like face, thick eyebrows, a big nose and a pair of bright glasses on sickle-like ears. Nothing can escape her eyes. Thick lips are always explaining countless interesting knowledge and truth to us. No wonder the students listen to the Chinese teacher so much. I like to ask the Chinese teacher to give us lessons. Teachers are very concerned about us, for example, once. The handwriting written by a classmate named Shi Chaoyi in the class is always messy and untidy. After the teacher saw it, he sat next to Shi Chaoyi in a Chinese class and watched him write a whole class. With the help of the teacher, Shi Chaoyi's handwriting is still a little scrawled. The teacher is strict with us and has great prestige among the students! Once, the PE teacher watched us running around on the playground, but it was useless for her to keep shouting. When we passed the teaching building, the Chinese teacher just came down. Seeing that we were running slowly, she just shouted, "Run faster!" " We run neatly ... not only that, the teacher is also very smart, and sometimes she uses irony or prizes to guide her classmates to love learning ... She works hard to teach us knowledge and grow up with us. We really should thank her.
4. My favorite teacher for writing a composition is about 600 words. Fish can't live without water, birds can't live without trees, and we can't grow without teachers. As the saying goes, children who don't meet a good teacher are potential criminals. This shows how important a good teacher is to our growth. Teachers are like spring breeze, blowing us new ideas and vitality; Teachers give us knowledge and truth like the warm wind in summer; Teachers look at our mistakes and shortcomings, like the cool breeze in autumn; Always like the cold wind in winter, mercilessly blowing away our miscellaneous tents and stains. I love my teachers because they contribute silently 365 days a year. My favorite teacher is Miss Wang. She has long hair and bright eyes. Teacher Wang has taught us Chinese since the fifth grade. She teaches us to read and write ... We are delicate flowers, and the teacher is a gardener. We grew up under the cultivation of gardeners. We are fish, our teacher is the sea, and we swim in the vast sea. I like Miss Wang's teaching methods, her unique opinions, her strict and loving attitude and her earnest work. She talks to her classmates with a bright smile every day. Although she criticized her classmates for being very strict, she has a very good temper. She is serious about her homework and strict about quality and writing. In quality, she doesn't allow us to have typos, in writing. She asked us to write neatly and the papers should be neat. I know the teacher wants us to keep the papers clean so as not to deduct points. Teacher Wang also taught us how to summarize paragraphs, how to understand words and phrases, and how to read Tang poetry and Song poetry. When we don't understand, the teacher will explain it to us clearly. Miss Wang is very responsible. Sometimes she tells us old stories, and everyone listens with relish. That story is like a rich table. Gradually, it becomes the nutrition for our healthy growth. Teacher, you are a small lamp in the dark, which illuminates our hearts, drives away the darkness and brings us hope and strength. Teacher, you are a big ship in the sea, taking us swimming in the ocean of knowledge and teaching us the skills of survival; Teacher, you are a stone on the road, silently paving the track of history ... Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless and the most sacred. Flowers should thank the sunshine, because it nourishes them. Flowers should thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The goshawk should thank the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain should thank the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; The earth wants to thank the grass, because the grass makes it beautiful ... I want to thank my teacher, who taught me knowledge and made me grow up healthily. I love you, teacher.
Write a short essay of about 800 words with my favorite teacher as the topic. I have many favorite teachers, but the title of "my favorite teacher" belongs to my Chinese teacher-Teacher Xie. Teacher Xie is a knowledgeable female teacher. Teacher Xie's face is very beautiful: there are a pair of eyes with black gems hidden under her long eyebrows and a pair of glib eyes under her high nose. After school, I suddenly found that the watch in my pencil box was missing. I was in a hurry. I was just about to tell Teacher Xie that Lu urged me to ask about my homework, so I said to her, "My watch is gone!" " At this time, Teacher Xie heard this and said to everyone anxiously, "Your watch is missing. Let's check our schoolbags at the same table. " Say that finish, I returned to my seat. Suddenly, Wu Xiangyu said to me, "I remember you put your watch in your pocket at noon." Wu Xiangyu really saved my life-I felt in my pocket. Oh, my watch! He immediately said to Teacher Xie: "Teacher Xie, I found it!" After that, many students asked, "Where did you find it?" The classmate said, "It's in my pocket!" I was so embarrassed at that time! But the teacher didn't blame me. Although the teacher is amiable at ordinary times, he is still very strict with his studies. Let's just say that time. I'm concentrating on my homework. Suddenly, a hand was gently placed on my head, and then my head was slowly raised. I looked up, oh, it was the teacher! The teacher frowned and looked at me with stern eyes, as if to say, "Why is your head low again?" Get your head up! "Although I still can't correct this mistake, I will try my best. I believe I will correct it soon! Teacher, you are very kind and amiable. I will never forget your kindness to me.
6. An essay on "My Teacher", about 500 words, needs to be written directly. In my six-year primary school career, the teacher I admire most is Mr. Zhang in my graduating class. Teacher Zhang's appearance is not outstanding, and his clothes are simple, but his every move shows his concern for his students. She is so careful in her work that she is saturated with love for teaching and life. In her class, she gave the impression that I liked her class when she gave me the first class. Teacher Zhang is very strict with us. On the first day of school, she told us, "classmates, we will spend the sixth grade together during this period." If you have any difficulties or ideas in your life or study, please speak up. If the teacher did something wrong, I hope you can bring it up. We study together. No matter whose fault it is, we must correct it in time. The students just regard me as a friend. In the future, we should get to know each other, learn from each other and acquire knowledge. I hope that everyone will have a happy life, progress in learning, healthy growth and good development in all aspects during this year. " Hearing this, we all feel warm. Teacher Zhang's teaching method is very unique. First of all, let's learn by ourselves, savor it carefully, and cultivate our autonomous learning ability and good study habits as much as possible. Unlike other teachers, in class, we just bury ourselves in the class, regardless of the students' own feelings, and don't let us understand and solve problems by ourselves. In class, when encountering problems, Mr. Zhang does not give us ready-made answers first, but let us do it ourselves first, then guide us to explore together, and finally give the results. Through this comparison, we can find out where we are wrong and find out our shortcomings. In class, sometimes individual students violate discipline. Teacher Zhang does not punish them for doing their homework, but teaches them lovingly. The most impressive lesson is "Looking forward to the Olympics". First, she asked us to study by ourselves, and then asked us to answer questions. After class, she asked us to ask questions and she answered them. She told us her collection of Olympic slogans, Olympic spirit, Beijing Olympic slogans and the host country and city of the Olympic Games every four years. She told us a story about the Olympic Games and how she felt when she learned that China won the right to host the 2008 Olympic Games. Teacher Zhang talked so much that we were fascinated. After class, we are still immersed in memories. Of course, I also violated the discipline, which was the mid-term exam of grade six last semester. After the exam, my classmates and I were caught by the monitor and our names were recorded on the blackboard. After school, the teacher called me to the office, asked about my exam, and then said some words of encouragement, hoping that I would not violate discipline in the future. In addition to criticism, I was praised. As a monitor this semester, because the discipline in the morning and noon is particularly good, there is almost no deduction. Teacher Zhang praised me and told me to behave well in the future. Hearing my praise, I was elated at that time. I always remind myself not to. (Be sure to adopt it! )。
7. Write a composition "My Teacher" in the form of a novel, with 600 words. Don't mess around, don't mess around. I have many teachers, but they teach me different knowledge. My teacher is Luo Yang. He worked hard for the new plane and created the miracle of completing the new plane in only ten and a half months. For the national aviation technology, I personally command. Until the last moment of my life, I didn't even go to work for a medical staff. He taught me to be loyal and serve my country. My teacher is Yan Zi. In the process of saying goodbye to Chu He, he taught me to live a simple life, learn to be honest and learn to be eloquent. My teacher is Chen Binqiang, and filial piety is even more impressive. For more than 1,800 days and nights, he braved the wind and rain and took away Alzheimer's disease with a piece of cloth. Work in a school 30 kilometers away from home. Teacher Chen Binqiang is not only a good teacher in middle school, but also a good teacher for each of our children. Teacher Chen Binqiang taught me that filial piety is the first of all virtues. My teacher is a loyal brother. They teach me to be loyal, loyal and honest. My teachers are still Ma Junze and Huang Yun Xiu. Neither of them can read, one can't borrow and the other can't. They all made me feel their desire for learning and advised the younger generation to study hard. They taught me to cherish today's superior conditions and hard-won life, and not to wait until I lost it to regret it. My teacher is still my present teacher. They taught me: Don't forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. My teacher or others taught me everything I need to learn, and made me understand that no matter what obstacles there are. Not afraid of sacrifice, the spirit of forging ahead, the spirit of brave struggle, and the most important thing is not to forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. The teacher is the lecturer who taught me these spirits. I'm sure I will understand these spirits.
8. My teacher (classmate) writes 400 words, please. I need someone to write the composition of my classmates or teachers. I have a good classmate. She ranks first in every exam and is the vice monitor of the class. Everything is fine. She always helps some students who are in trouble. For example, some students don't come to school on leave, and they can't write their homework when they come to school. There seems to be a teacher teaching students. I remember one. I didn't do my homework well. She is the group leader of Chinese, and she is going to collect her homework. I haven't got a clue yet. I'm missing one. I thought she had handed in her homework, but no one expected that she would put it down and come up to me and ask me, "Are you ready?" If you really can't write it, I'll hand it in! I can teach you! ""thank you! "She taught me how to write and gave me several examples. Then I had a clue and a good idea, so I quickly wrote it. In a short time, I finished writing. Although this is only a small matter, it also shows that she loves learning and is willing to help students with difficulties. She is also an example for me to learn! At the sports meeting, she managed her classmates so that they didn't make any noise. She is also among the best in the 60-meter race and softball competition. If a classmate in the class is sad, she will run to comfort her and tell her not to cry. If a classmate quarrels and throws the book out of the table, she will go up and pick it up and put it on the table to discourage them from making any noise. Of course, she enhanced the friendship between her classmates. She is my classmate, the one who is among the best in all aspects.
9. Write a general subtitle composition about my teacher. Does your teacher have a magic mouth? Does your teacher have a pair of sharp eyes? My teacher has! She is my head teacher, Miss Ye, an amiable Chinese teacher! Vivid Classroom When Mr. Ye is in class, he will tell the text with a loud and vivid voice and vivid and exaggerated expressions, which fascinates me. It feels like a movie in front of me, and the scenes in the text emerge as if they have entered the content of the text. Once, the teacher taught the lesson "Watching Tides". At first, I was not interested in the Qiantang River tide at all, but I listened to the teacher. When I read "Closer, I see white waves ...", the teacher's mood and language were very excited. A loud voice came from the closed mouth. Looking at her excited expression, my face flushed. I have entered the word world again, and I feel that the classroom is full of water. My teacher has a magic mouth! I always like to sit there and listen to the teacher talk for a while and dance for a while ... My teacher, who is serious and responsible, has a pair of sharp eyes and never lets go of a classmate who is playing tricks. As long as the teacher stares at that classmate, he just sits there honestly. Once, I didn't endorse, but Teacher Ye found out and asked me to endorse, which made my mother too tired to worry at the school gate. But the teacher's eyes make it hard for me to forget. I will never fail to finish my homework again. Look, this is my teacher. Let Miss Ye, who I love and fear, be safe.
10. Writing about my teacher's story should be of high quality. I hope my answer will help you with more than 600 words. "Teachers" are engineers of the human soul, who have nurtured one tender seedling after another and trained a batch of outstanding talents.
Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.
I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave.
Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober.
"Teacher Chen, you are here." I said to teacher Chen.
"Yes, son, the teacher is coming. How do you feel, son? " At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again.
When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points.
At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you make up the homework you left behind! " This question ... "With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.
Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you!" Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "——————————————————— Unforgettable teacher's eyes will never forget the teacher's eyes as the years go by.
It has penetrated thousands of years of wind and frost, accompanied by the clear sound of bamboo dew, bringing the first ray of sunshine in the morning dew. The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's eyes.
The teacher's eyes are the first cuckoo's crow in the spring breeze, the lotus pond that is red, fat and green in summer, the goose that is fading away in the autumn sky and the fragrance that quietly blooms in the snow in winter. The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's eyes.
With its selflessness and broadness, it washes my narrow and vulgar temperament in the tender feelings of moistening things. I stumble in your expectant eyes.
I saw your eyes on the thorny mountain road. The mountain road is winding, and the heavy footprints have already bent your back. You stare at Lingfeng grass on the cliff and tell me the infinite scenery in the distance. In the long night, I groped in the dark with endless loneliness and confusion. It was your eyes that sent me into the dawn.
At this moment, the world always becomes so clear, and Lian Xin becomes a quiet pool, smiling and listening to the beautiful scenery in the morning. In the high blue sky, I hear your eyes talking and moving gently on my wings.
I approached the blue in your eyes with my soaring back, and life gained the aura of years in the rise with the wind. In the foggy sea, your eyes are a wind, raising my sails and taking me to the distant shore like an arrow.
I lost my way under the colorful neon lights. It is your eyes that take me through the noise of the four seasons and towards eternal attachment.
In your long-term staring eyes, that incomparable kindness and lofty sentiments are singing in the heart of the sea. The teacher's eyes are the iron plow of land reclamation, silently cultivating a dark fertile soil and sowing the seeds of civilization.
The teacher's eyes are long bridges, one end is connected with reality, and the other end is connected with hopes and dreams. The teacher's eyes looked at the thread on the kite. No matter how high and far you fly, the roots in life are always rooted in the ground.
The teacher's eyes are beating candlelight, which illuminates the confusion of life and your direction. The teacher's eyes are the most mellow wine, the most beautiful poem and the most real dream.
Ah! Never forget the teacher's eyes.