The person I know best writes 400 words.

The person I know best.

He is not my relative, but he is like a parent.

He, not my peers, is better than my friends.

He is teacher Wang who teaches us composition. Miss Wang's eyes are small, her eyebrows are faint, her nose is straight and wide, her mouth is rosy, and she smiles affably.

Teacher Wang is very interesting in class. He will make you remember what he said firmly, and remind you of what Mr. Wang said as soon as you see this thing.

Mr. Wang has two pairs of eyes, one in the front and the other in the back. In class, Miss Wang is writing on the blackboard, and some students are whispering below. His eyes can be seen at a glance, but he doesn't want to embarrass the child, so he will criticize in good faith: "Don't let the teacher disappoint you!" "

Mr. Wang is very hard. He works hard to finish class during the day and corrects and distributes our compositions at night. He can't go to bed until eleven or two every day. In order to make us grow up, be productive and not be eliminated by society, we always have to sacrifice our rest time. Once a classmate asked him if he was tired. He said, "No, when you succeed, everything the teacher does is worthwhile."

Teacher Wang not only teaches us composition, but also often teaches us the truth of being a man. He always said that only a good composition can be done well.

Mr. Wang is not only our mentor, but also our good friend. He will laugh like a child, talk about small things with us happily and play some small games with us.

Suddenly thought: "One day as a teacher, one life as a father." Right?

The person I know best.

The person I know best is my father. This time I want to write about my father.

I remember one time, I was walking with my parents and saw a booth selling ducklings. My footsteps were immediately attracted. I pestered my father and said, "Dad, buy me a duck!" " "Dad shook his head and said," No, we have no place to raise it. " I was in a hurry and said, "Just buy me one. I am responsible for raising ducklings. " "no!" Dad said decisively. I cried and said, "I want a duckling, I want a duckling!" " "Dad is not angry. Instead, he smiled and said to me, "Doudou, crying is a sign of incompetence." Crying and anxiety are not good. You should learn to communicate and reason with your mouth. " Take care of yourself first, then take care of the duckling! "Hearing this, I stopped crying at once and asked," Dad, if I can take care of myself, can I buy a duckling? ""of course! "Dad readily agreed." But you have to form good habits. "Dad added. In this way, the plan between my father and me was formed.

After a month's observation, my good habits have been formed. Dad really kept his promise and bought me a fluffy duckling. So cute! It's killing two birds with one stone! I thought happily to myself. So I can raise ducklings and form good habits.

I always remember what my father said: "Crying is a sign of incompetence. You should learn to communicate and reason with others. " This sentence has helped me overcome the problem that most children are "tigers at home and mice when they go out".

Look, is my father a good father who teaches children well?