White chalk is a tool used by teachers to enrich our brains. The handwriting it writes enriches our brains. Below is the beautiful prose about describing teachers that I brought to you. I hope it will inspire you. Chapter 1 of a beautiful essay about describing teachers: My Teacher
I have been studying for six years, and my math teachers have changed countless times, while my Chinese teachers have only changed two in six years.
The previous Chinese teacher only taught me until the second grade, and then he transferred to another school. The latter Chinese teacher was also transferred from another school.
When I first saw her, she was wearing a peaked cap. She was slender, her face was full of wrinkles, and her hair was vertical to her waist. She spent the first class introducing herself and getting to know us. We are all satisfied with this new teacher.
She is quite strict. I am used to being lax with us. I was not used to it at first. I felt that this teacher was not good and too serious. Later, after I gradually got used to her seriousness, I became accustomed to facing her seriousness. I never made her angry, and she never criticized me, even though I was not the best in the class.
She cares and loves me very much. She often asks me in her spare time if I have any questions or problems that I didn’t understand in class. Her concern for me far exceeds that of other classmates.
She always encourages me to keep working hard and perseveres, and often praises me in front of my classmates for my persistence and seriousness in learning. With her praise, I always look great in front of my classmates! Looking back now, it's actually not the case, because we are all working hard, struggling, and making extraordinary contributions to our lives.
The chalk written on the blackboard in the classroom is the knowledge taught to me, and the chalk dust on the blackboard eraser is the cough that made her silently hide in the corner of the classroom and cover her mouth. The sound of coughing always shook every corner of the classroom, and it only made me feel a little distressed.
Throughout the seasons, you can always see her standing on the podium with her face covered in sweat, or her cheeks flushed by the cold wind, impartially holding the book, teaching us to understand every word in the book. Words, remembering every simple truth, give us the best enlightenment in life!
She was sick, and the teacher who came to teach her told us this. But when we asked, the teacher who came to teach on her behalf knew nothing. She just said that our teacher would be fine soon. Our teacher told her that she would come as soon as possible to teach us. I looked out the window. It was raining heavily in the sky, making every step of the playground tick.
She lives far away from the school, and after all, she couldn’t get any news from her. She should not lie in the hospital bed for too long, facing such lovely and lively sunshine outside the window. I hope she can get well soon and rush to school to teach us. Even if it is only one or two days, these days feel too long and too long.
One day, on the way to school, I accidentally fell and broke my hand. I raised her at home for more than a month. During that month, I had no news from her or her classmates. I don’t know how she found out later, so she asked her classmates to come to see me spontaneously and brought me many gifts and some words of condolences and blessings. Because she was unable to come to see me in person due to work reasons, for this reason, She also apologized to me. At that time, I was already very satisfied and happy. I felt that she and her classmates had never left me and were always thinking about me.
What kind of friendship would this be? After so many years, I still remember it vividly. Thinking of the teacher’s kindness and love was the happiest thing in my childhood. With such care, I was able to persevere in the environment where most people live, so that even now, I still feel that I am one of the majority of people. I have never divided myself from them. I am different from them. We all have the same responsibility for life!
On this special holiday, apart from blessings and gratitude, teacher, please tell me, is there anything else I can do for you? Apart from this sentence Apart from "Happy Holidays", I can't find a beautiful word to greet you, and I also know that you don't need it.
I wish you a happy holiday! Part 2 of a beautiful essay about teachers: Teacher
My wife went to Fuxin Driving School to take the driver’s license test. I was busy doing business in the store during the day, and my son screamed at night. After a deep sleep, I could calm down and tidy up the study room. I suddenly thought of teachers. Sometimes, how do people become what they are now, or acquire a quality? Teachers are very important. Education itself is not only a process of accumulating knowledge in life, but also a process of shaping personality quality. It requires good qualities to influence others. Take stock of my teachers.
My teachers in life, if I talk about them first, are actually my father and mother. My parents passed away early. Although they didn’t leave me any family fortune, their spirit will always be with me. I influence me. When I was 5 years old, my mother left us because she had no money for medicine and treatment. My father also passed away when I was 6 years old. Before his death, my father kept the house in good order, such as the food storage bins were wiped solid and the kang mats at home were made well. , I picked up a lot of firewood, and the pig pens were all clamped firmly with wooden stakes -------, my father used the existing conditions to create a beautiful environment for us. Since then, I have learned to cherish what I have in front of me. , create a better day in reality.
Next is my elementary school teacher, Teacher Yu. At first, even if I couldn’t afford the tuition, Teacher Yu advanced it to me, allowing me to have a smooth and complete elementary school career. Teacher Yu is my math teacher. Because my family situation is extremely difficult, Teacher Yu takes great care of me and often puts pressure on me to write and study more than other students. He likes to drink and is often drunk, but it does not affect his work. He talks a lot after drinking, which always takes up our time after class, and then assigns homework. Some students cannot hand in the assigned homework the next day.
I remember one time the whole school organized students to use Saturday and Sunday to do side jobs, harvesting natural medicinal materials and selling them to buy school supplies. The school stipulated that the class should be based on class, and the class that harvested the most would be rewarded. Teacher Yu led us to the fields to set an example, encouraged us to harvest more, praised and rewarded those of us students who work skillfully and conscientiously, explained to some lazy students the principle of the glory of their labor, and let all students in our class work hard together*** After working hard together, our third grade group ranked first, surpassing the results of the senior grades, and was praised by the school. Teacher Yu drank too much that day and taught me a lot of truths. The sentence I remember most clearly is Yu The teacher said that unity is strength. Later, I was admitted to junior high school with excellent results, but had to drop out of school due to family difficulties. During this period, I helped my family with housework, worked part-time, and served as a soldier. During my time as a soldier, I wrote many letters to my class teacher. But everything disappeared. After inquiring, I heard that Teacher Yu might have suffered from Alzheimer's disease due to excessive use of his brain. He died three years after becoming ill. Teacher Yu is gone, but I will always remember the ways and methods Teacher Yu taught me to be a good person.
Speaking of my primary school teacher Ren Yu, I have to talk about my primary school Chinese teacher Teacher Feng. With a cold look, Teacher Feng is the old gentleman who plays and teaches the Three-Character Classic on TV. He gives the students the feeling that he is teaching the Three-Character Classic on TV. I didn’t dare to breathe when I saw Teacher Feng everywhere. In fact, Teacher Feng was a very careful and good teacher. I remember that when entering junior high school, all students in the town took the unified examination in Liujiazi Town Middle School. There was one question on the examination paper. None of the students from the school got the answer to the other questions, but all the classmates from our school got it right. Speaking of these, just like the opening scene, Teacher Feng’s face was revealed. He didn’t know where he got the information every day. He taught us some knowledge other than textbooks. In the words of our classmates, he kept all the test papers he had taught for more than 20 years and explained them to us and asked us to do the questions. This was not enough, and he also asked us to write 20 questions every day. Idiom, 10 synonyms, 10 antonyms -------. Teacher Feng is such a teacher. He has taught us all kinds of knowledge. I have applied some of the knowledge that Teacher Feng taught us to my daily life, and I now teach my son to learn and develop in an all-round way.
Teacher Qiu was my teacher in junior high school and my class teacher. She taught me Chinese. She made me feel motherly love and feel the warmth of a parent in Teacher Qiu’s care. I remember when I was in the first grade of junior high school, my family was very poor and could not afford to eat. At that time, the school meal fee was only 17 yuan per month, and I had to bring my own food. This is a small thing for other students, but it is simply too difficult for me. I know that it was not easy for me to enter junior high school. It was because the school waived my tuition and book fees that I was able to sit in this spacious classroom and listen to the teachers' lectures.
In the second month, I did not pay the food fee for that month, nor did I bring any food. Every night in the dead of night, I would secretly get out of bed, sneak into the swill tank in the dining hall from the dormitory, and fish out the food dumped by the students. In this way, day by day passed, it was better at night, but it was miserable during the day, and I could only drink cold water to satisfy my hunger. My dissatisfied stomach growls every day in class. One night, as usual, I had a delicious dinner in the swill tank in the school cafeteria.
Suddenly, a bright light shone on me. I looked up and saw that it was my homeroom teacher. I quickly took my hands out of the swill tank and wiped the food on my hands with my shirt, but it was too late. My homeroom teacher Qiu Cuiling hugged me and started crying. She pulled me to her dormitory, asked me to sit down, and had a long talk with me, complaining that I didn't tell her about this. She was crying all the time, and while she was cooking, she blamed herself for how she knew about this. From then on, Teacher Qiu brought me meals from home every day. I no longer had to drink cold water during the day and eat leftovers from the swill tank at night. The teacher also organized all the teachers and students in the school to donate money and materials to me, so that I could have books to study, food to eat, and let me feel the warmth of a big family. Later, I gave up my studies due to trivial matters at home. I only studied in junior high school for half a year. Teacher Qiu’s actions during these six months left a deep mark on my mind, spurred me to grow and progress, and illuminated my path forward. It gives me ideals, goals, the courage to live and the courage to challenge.
The teacher I met when I was a soldier was Officer Luan Dehui (the name of the army) who taught me how to write and how to be a good person. During my time in the army, the three of us soldiers were praised for their unwritten essays published in the army tabloid. I was honored to be selected into the news class of the Propaganda Unit of the Political Department. The three of us soldiers have corresponding differences. One has a college diploma and the other has a technical secondary school diploma. I have the worst education in elementary school. None of the three of us have any experience in writing. We just love Writing, after we entered the formal system, my education was really too shallow. I didn’t even have the minimum literacy level, and neither of them could write. The three of us all gave up and didn’t want to stay in the institution. Let’s think about it. Company, after we mentioned this idea to Director Luan, he furiously scolded us and comforted us at the same time. He told us about the difficulties he faced when he came into contact with writing and how he worked hard to write and publish newspapers and periodicals, and made meritorious deeds. He Let’s start with writing letters home. He took special care of me, a soldier who had not graduated from elementary school, and bought me a dictionary. He also found middle school textbooks to teach me how to read, so we had to write a letter home every day, go to the grassroots for interviews every day, and Read newspapers and analyze one news item every day.
When a person who has just learned how to read writes an article, many people invariably cast strange eyes on me. Regardless of study, training, work, or life, I always passively chase after others. I suffered a lot and my self-esteem was greatly hurt. I secretly had a strong idea: learn to write well, so I started with Chinese Pinyin like a primary school student and insisted on learning fifty words every day. The two of them were not to be outdone. If we were even the slightest bit lazy, Director Luan would punish us by not allowing us to take a break if we did not write an article. Therefore, we opportunistically copied an article from the previous newspaper and considered the task accomplished, but Director Luan always saw through it all with his sharp eyes. Director Luan said that if you want to write good articles, you must first learn to be a good person. Copying other people's articles is equivalent to stealing other people's things. Under the supervision of Director Luan, I finally overcame the difficulty of reading and became interested in literary writing. I have always believed that nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to climb. I took this as an opportunity to constantly analyze the reasons for failure, strive to find the magic weapon for success, practice diligently and practice skillfully, and under the supervision of Director Luan, I studied 10 After writing more than 20 writing books and more than 20 manuscripts, an article finally appeared in the "Liberation Army Daily". The first bright spot appeared in my writing career. The first article was published, which further strengthened my belief in writing. confidence.
Aiming at writing, I have stricter and higher requirements on myself. I have drawn up an annual writing plan and set publication goals. After painstaking research, exploration and unremitting efforts, I have successively published in "People's Liberation Army Daily" and " I published more than 130 articles in publications such as "Comrades in Arms", "Guangming Daily", "Beijing Evening News", etc., and was rated as an outstanding author, special reporter, and special editor by three newspapers. Party, and also became a non-commissioned officer. Officer Luan was sent by his superiors to study at "Voice of the Straits Radio" due to his outstanding achievements, and was later transferred to the Division Propaganda Department. I took on the responsibility of the journalism class and became the backbone of reporting. Our news reporting has achieved excellent results year after year. Later, the central government documents stipulated that the downsizing of the army and our department was included in the routine, and I was honorably discharged.
After I retired from the army, I returned to my hometown to start a business. I used the skills I learned in the army to start a business and opened a photo studio. The business was good. To this day, I still insist on writing. I will continue to follow the path taught by Teacher Luan, and I will definitely go well. .
As experience deepens and platforms change, everyone is growing. Chapter 3 of a beautiful essay about describing teachers: Hello, teacher
If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rang, you used the faculty whip as an oar to row the textbooks moored in the harbor like a ship. On the desk, the problems are piled up like a reef. Your gestures are as vivid as a flying bird, waving a graceful arc on the podium? A ship passes by? There is not a single cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. lofty.
Teacher is such a noble profession! I have met many good teachers in my primary school career. Some are affable, some are humorous, and some are strict. Every teacher has his or her own style, and conversely, every student also has a standard for measuring a good teacher, and I am no exception. Let’s listen to the image of a good teacher in my mind now!
A good teacher in my mind is a perfect teacher. It doesn’t matter your age, but it’s best to be a female teacher who is younger. As for her, it’s best to keep her original black hair and not dye it, because I like female teachers with black, shiny, smooth hair, and if they are paired with a pair of bright, talkative big eyes, then that’s it! It couldn't be better. I prefer teachers with sweet voices. This reminds me of my primary school Chinese teacher. Her voice is very sweet and beautiful. We are often intoxicated by the texts she reads aloud and cannot extricate ourselves.
The good teacher in my mind is kind and amiable. She and we are not only teachers and students, but also friends who talk about everything.
During class, she lectured us seriously and meticulously, and took the trouble to answer our questions over and over again. After class, she transformed into a lively and friendly big friend. She played and joked with us, and from time to time taught us some interesting games that we had never played before, which made us happy during the break. It was a pleasant ten minutes. Sometimes, when there are conflicts among our classmates and we can't solve the questions, we can't help but think of this close sister. Sometimes problems that we think are very difficult are so simple in her eyes, and they can be solved in just a few words. We suddenly became enlightened.
A good teacher in my mind is still a knowledgeable doctoral student.
Her knowledge is very high. Not only does she know the three main subjects of Chinese, mathematics and English, but she also knows difficult subjects such as physics and chemistry. In our eyes, she is like a computer, giving us inexhaustible knowledge.
This is the good teacher in my mind, an amiable and perfect teacher. The teachers living around me now are all very good. I am very happy to live under the same roof with such teachers, learn and grow together.
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