My favorite teacher's primary school composition 1 has waterfall-like curly hair, a pair of bright eyes and a slim and tall figure. This is my favorite teacher Luo.
Teacher Luo is very strict with us, especially in writing. I remember one time, I was writing a new word book homework, and I thought while writing: Write quickly, and I can play when I finish it early. After a while, the homework was finished and I showed it to Teacher Luo. The teacher looked at it carefully and pointed to the words on the notebook and said to me, "Look, are these words horizontal or vertical?" Is it straight and centered? "When I read it, those people who want to walk around, they look at me as if to say," Hey, careless, write carefully, don't write me so ugly, I'm so sad! " I suddenly felt very ashamed and whispered to the teacher, "I'm sorry, teacher." I'll rewrite it right away. I must be serious. " "The teacher patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said softly," A good boy is someone who can correct mistakes. I believe that you will write the words well. "
Back in my seat, I picked up a pen and wrote carefully. Ah, my handwriting has changed and become beautiful. Every painting is straight, just like a tall and straight pine tree. These beautiful little guys looked at me as if to say, "Little sister, thank you for writing me so beautifully. I am not ugly anymore. " I handed the rewritten homework to the teacher, and the teacher smiled and said, "Hey, the major has become a calligrapher. Look at these words, how beautiful! " Listening to the teacher's praise, my heart is full of joy.
Teacher Luo is not only strict with us, but also loves us very much and treats us like our own children. I remember once, Teacher Luo came into the classroom with a big bag and a small bag. I was curious and thought: What is the teacher's hand? Do you have my share? Just as I was thinking, the teacher said, "These are my daughter's clothes. They are all very new. They are just right for you. " After that, the teacher took out a beautiful skirt and clothes, and ordered several students to try them on, and give them to her if they tried them on. Suddenly, the teacher called me, and I walked on stage happily. After a game, a beautiful dress is mine. Holding the clothes, I thought: the teacher is really as good to us as her mother!
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. This is our teacher Luo, and this is my favorite teacher Luo. Teacher Luo, I want to say to you, "it takes ten years to plant trees, but it takes a hundred years to cultivate people." Teacher, I will never forget your kindness! "
My favorite teacher, primary school composition 2, the swallow has gone, and there is still time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But, dear teacher Liu, can you come back to me again?
Walking into the familiar and unfamiliar primary school campus, my thoughts are like a retrograde train, carrying me back to the days when I get along with you day and night. ...
In the sixth grade of primary school, we were all disappointed to learn that you had just transferred from the city to our school and worked as a Chinese teacher in our class this semester. Because you are so corny. Needless to say, if it weren't for the poor teaching in the city, how could such an old man be transferred to us We can't help talking about you in private.
Composition was a big problem for us to learn Chinese at that time. I still clearly remember the mantra at that time: "There was a composition problem on the stage, and someone scratched his scalp under the stage." I heard that your literary talent is very good, and we are looking forward to it.
I remember the first time in the composition class, you walked into the classroom in a straight Chinese tunic suit, scanned the audience with majestic eyes, and silently drew something on the blackboard with colored pens. "Really like it, really like it!" There was a sigh of admiration from below, which made me look up: strange, it is obviously a composition class, why draw a chicken? After painting, you asked me to answer what a rooster looks like, because my grandmother has a big rooster at home, so I was not stumped. I described it affectionately. ...
"Very good." You told me, and then the rooster song sounded in the classroom, and everyone was immersed in it. You made a face at us again and we all laughed. Just as we laughed happily, you suddenly turned around and wrote a composition topic on the blackboard: rooster in my heart! Strange to say, my inspiration flooded into my pen like a tide. ...
I didn't expect your class to be so humorous! In this way, we can't help loving you and your class. ...
Teacher Liu, are you doing well now? We haven't seen you since you retired home.
We miss you very much! -My most beloved teacher!
My favorite teacher's primary school composition 3 Someone once said, "The teacher is chalk. He sacrificed himself and educated us." Some people say, "Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating us." Others said: "Teachers are hardworking gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland with hardworking sweat." Teachers are the compass of our life. Without teachers, we will lose our way and go astray.
Every night, when we enter the sweet dream country, only the teacher still sits at the window and corrects our homework for the day until late at night, but the teacher can't rest. He has to prepare lessons until everything is finished. In class the next day, it hurts to look at the teacher's deep dark circles. I really want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard!"
I remember it was a winter. Outside the window, I am standing in my seat shivering with cold, because I am wearing a thin sweater (I am a resident and can only go home once a week). At this time, a teacher next door, my former head teacher Du Laishi, walked by the classroom window and gently asked me, "Did you bring clothes?" Why is it frozen like this? "I trembled and said," Yes, but in the dormitory. " "You put it on quickly and I'll tell your class teacher." The teacher said kindly. I ran into the dormitory and put on my clothes. At this time, there was a trace of warmth in my heart. A greeting, but how deep the teacher loves the students!
Another day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily and it was very cold. A classmate in the class shivered with cold without a coat. Our head teacher, Mr. Zhang, was afraid that the students would catch a cold, so he quickly took off his coat to keep the students warm. Later, the teacher caught a bad cold and had a high fever. He has been in bed for several days.
My favorite teacher, how great and amiable you are. You are our teacher, educating us all the time and caring for us all the time, just like our mother.
Ah! I love you, teacher, and I will never forget this teacher-student relationship.