She told me with firm belief that nothing is impossible. Whenever I have questions that I can't answer, I always look for her and she always gives me a satisfactory answer.
I have a good relationship with her, too Once I quarreled with someone else, so we went to talk to her. I expected that she would be partial to me, and sure enough, she had been criticizing that man at first, and I was secretly pleased. But she turned to criticize me again. My heart is so cold that I didn't expect her not to help me. Then I asked her, "Why don't you help me?" She said seriously, "Business is business!" I felt her selfless spirit in my heart and accepted it.
She also taught me to stay calm and not to be impulsive. When she told me this, I didn't think so, but I didn't know how important it was to be calm until I saw the flowerpot.
Once, someone knocked over her flowerpot. She trotted over and saw the flowerpot buckled on the ground. She held out her hand. I thought she was going to hit someone, but I didn't expect it.
Instead of hitting the boy, she put the soil on the ground back into the flowerpot, put the flowerpot on the windowsill and said to the boy, "Be careful next time." Then she washed her hands and left. I was puzzled and asked her why she didn't scold that boy. She said, "Even if I scold him again, it won't help." Suddenly I feel that she is broad-minded.
I admire her tolerance, her justice and her meticulousness. She is like a beam of sunshine, warming me. She gave me confidence and courage, and also gave me a belief: persistence.
She is the person I will never forget-Miss Lu from the primary school dormitory.
My primary school teacher composition 2 In the coming primary school life, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, and fragrant colors. And the most unforgettable teacher.
Among many teachers, Mr. Lu is the most unforgettable one for me. Although she has been teaching us since the fifth grade, it seems that she and her classmates have been together for more than ten years.
Teacher Lu is very beautiful I liked her from the moment she walked into the classroom. She has blond curly hair with hooks, bright eyes with red glasses and a smooth mouth under her nose.
Primary school 1-4 grade I feel I have no writing ability. It was not until the fifth grade that I was discovered by Teacher Lu that I was good at writing. And teacher Lu also found the advantages of most students in the class.
Teacher Lu is very gentle and kind to every student. No matter whether students study well or not, they tell him questions patiently and never laugh at them. Treat every student as your own child. In order to do a good job in the class, she spent her own money to buy certificates to encourage students to study hard. She praised and encouraged students to do good deeds. If a student makes a mistake, she should know the mistake, and don't make this mistake and similar mistakes next time. Everyone did well in the last midterm. Teacher Lu not only praised everyone, but also specially took out a Chinese class to take everyone to play on the playground.
Teacher Lu, I am one of the peaches and plums you planted yourself. My germination and growth are bathed in your sunshine and rain, and flowers repay nature with rich fragrance. I will thank you for making progress in my study!
Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher Lu, you are the spring rain in our hearts, and we will always thank you.
I love you, Mr. Lu!
My primary school teacher composition 3 My primary school teacher is kind, cordial and strict. In my heart, she is very good!
Maybe he doesn't have a beautiful face, but he has a beautiful heart. From a distance, she will always be like that, holding a book and pushing glasses. Look carefully, one wrinkle after another on my face, and I see that one of them seems to be born to me. There are a few white hairs in my black hair, as if one of them is because I am white. But the heart is always higher than the appearance. She is kind and responsible, teaching comes first, and always gives us knowledge without reservation.
I remember an incident not long ago, when I was promoted to junior high school and returned to school to visit Shuai Shuai after the exam. Ah! The teacher is pregnant. I asked, it turned out that when we were facing the peak of the primary school graduation exam, the teacher didn't tell us that she was pregnant and taught us very hard. At that time, we also made the teacher furious, for which I felt deeply guilty. Ah! How can such a responsible teacher not be admired? Teacher, you are hardworking honey, hardworking and simple; You are as warm as the sun that shines selflessly on us; You are the root of that tree and enrich us with knowledge.
We were there all afternoon, and you didn't say a word of fatigue. You just changed your posture and stood there silently. In the afternoon, you are pregnant and stand with us. In the afternoon, you never say you are tired, but you are filled with a happy smile. The wind blew gently, blowing the teacher's hair, and asked, "Is it cold?" You care about greetings, but you never think about yourself, let alone yourself.
Teacher, you are great! Even after we left, you walked out with us, you came back silently, your mouth was quietly raised, and then you went back to the office tired. You leave us a smile, but you have to hide your hard work and fatigue silently.
Teacher, if we are a grass, then you are the sun, warming everyone's heart with light; If we are naughty little fish, then you are the crystal clear spring that moistens and purifies our hearts. If we are a little bee, then you are nectar. Let's take away our knowledge and talents.
Teacher, I will never forget your six-year teaching career! Keep it in mind! I will never forget your teachings!
Teacher, thank you for your selfless dedication; Teacher, thank you for your hard work over the past six years; I want to thank you for your obscure efforts. Even if we are separated in the future, we will never forget you!
Thank you teacher!
My primary school teacher composition 4 Swallows have gone, and there is still time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But my primary school life is gone forever. Recalling these six years of primary school life, recalling the care and training of primary school teachers, makes me feel surging and full of thoughts.
My teachers, you are selfless candles. The reason why I can grow from a child who can't read to a primary school graduate is because you have taught me knowledge without reservation and I have learned a lot. Although you all care about me, I admire and appreciate you from the bottom of my heart, but there are times when I am unhappy, or when my academic performance is wandering in the middle reaches, I once doubted and complained about you, but you have no regrets.
My teachers, you are great mothers. You treat students like mothers treat their own children, and give us meticulous care. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, one day after school at noon, I was in a hurry to go home and accidentally sprained my foot when I went down the stairs. After Mr. Wang found out, he was the first to rush over and hold me downstairs, saying, "Little darling, what's the panic?" Does it hurt? "Say that finish, I quickly ran to the water pipe and washed my injured foot with cold water. Later, I paid the school doctor for dressing me up, hired a tricycle, and arranged for two classmates to take me home. This incident will never be forgotten by me.
My teachers, you are hardworking gardeners. Not only do you often water and fertilize the flowers of our motherland, but you also dare to cut off the bad branches that grow on us decisively with fast scissors. You helped me get rid of many bad habits when I was growing up. I have a bad habit of playing with things in class since I was a child. In order to help me get rid of this bad habit as soon as possible, some of you encouraged me, some told me the harm of this bad habit, and some even criticized me seriously. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I even hated it, but now I finally know and get rid of it.
My primary school teacher, when I am about to leave primary school and enter middle school, I want to say to you from the bottom of my heart: teacher, hard work, teacher, goodbye, teacher, thank you.
My primary school teacher's composition 5 The ancients said: Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and tears will flow dry every night. Teacher, you are like a candle. Although thin, some of it is hot and some of it is scattered, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is the ruler to measure life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are your highest praise.
Mr. Chen, you are the person I admire most. Your persuasion has turned us from urchins into outstanding people. Thank you for your training in the past three years. That time, I deeply felt love.
The topic of a composition class is "Praise yourself". At that time, I was poor in words. What's more, I didn't have any examples to write, which led to a dilemma. So, I took risks and copied an article in the composition selection. You can say that you have finished your homework. But my deskmate found out my plot and told you directly without saying anything. I stood in front of you with a red face and thought you would beat me up, but to my surprise, you didn't beat and scold me, but said to me earnestly, "Son, everyone makes mistakes sometimes." The key is whether to correct it or not. I hope everyone will correct me. " Let's go "These short words will be engraved in my mind forever. You taught me the truth of being a man, and you taught me the knowledge that will benefit me for life. You're great.
I love you beyond words, and all my attachments are condensed into a series of ellipsis. ...
Plant trees for ten years and educate people for a hundred years. Will be unforgettable for life.
My primary school teacher's composition 6 is a sea of people, but not many people remain in my memory, but not many people are impressed. From grade one to grade six, many teachers who have taught me gradually fade away, and my head teacher, Mr. Liu, always seems to smile in front of me.
Teacher Liu taught me the longest time, from the third grade, four years. At that time, she was about thirty years old, about my mother's age. She is not tall, neither fat nor thin, with curly hair, fair skin and a pair of small, bright eyes. She speaks harshly and kindly. She dresses simply and has a kind personality. She is no different from ordinary people. But she impressed me the most and was my favorite and most grateful teacher.
I am introverted, afraid to speak boldly, inconspicuous among my classmates, and I have not made many good friends. Since Miss Liu took over our class, she has understood my situation very well and encouraged me to raise my hand actively in class, so don't be afraid. I raised my hand before, but the teacher didn't seem to see it. After several times, I closed myself off. This time, I want to raise my hand in my mind. When I look at Miss Liu, her eyes just look at me, so warm, like encouragement. Huang Jie! I don't believe my ears. "It's you." Teacher Liu's smile suddenly melted the ice in my heart. From then on, I was no longer introverted in Mr. Liu's class.
When I opened my heart, I quickly exposed the nature of boys. Sometimes I can't control myself in class and do small moves unconsciously. Teacher Liu walked up to me while giving a lecture, patted me gently, reminded me in time, and then walked away as if nothing had happened. Although my shortcomings have not changed much in recent years, she still cares and reminds me as always. In my final evaluation form, she always wrote, "You are a clever boy. As long as you have a correct learning attitude, your academic performance will be better than now. " This word full of encouragement and expectation, like a warm current, has been surging in my heart, giving me the courage and motivation to work hard.
In order that we can be admitted to a better middle school, Mr. Liu works very hard in class. Our voice was louder, and hers was louder, so I hurt my vocal cords and my voice rustled-alas, it hurts to think of it now. Because she is about to graduate, she is afraid of delaying our study. She has been giving us lessons in spite of illness. I wonder if she is better now.
Teacher Liu, you are a diligent gardener, who has nurtured us and given us knowledge and courage. I am grateful to you and love you like my parents. Here, I want to shout out what I have been holding in my heart for a long time: "Thank you, Teacher Liu, for your hard work!"
There is a person in my primary school teacher's composition 7 that I will never forget. ...
I remember one morning in the spring of the third grade of primary school, I came to school early. As soon as I put down my schoolbag, I saw Mr. Hu, the head teacher, come in angrily and pointed at me and said, "What are you talking about? What do you mean by studying early! " He said to the monitor behind me, "Go and tear her two smiling faces." I was wronged and shouted, "What did I say? I didn't say anything. Why did you tear my two smiling faces? " Teacher Hu said, "Don't lie, I can see that you are talking." Then I asked my deskmate, "Did she speak?" The deskmate said "no" and Mr. Hu asked the classmate behind me "Did she speak?" "Teacher, she didn't speak." Teacher Hu paused and said, "Now go to class. Come to my office after class. " In that class, I cried and listened to nothing. The teacher asked me to go to the office. what can I do for you? Are you going to criticize me?
Pushing open the office door, I saw Mr. Hu sitting there. I went over and said, "Teacher, what do you want from me?" I was very angry and wronged in my heart, so my tone of voice was very blunt. Teacher Hu saw me, stood up, moved a chair for me and sat me down. After I sat down, she brought me another pack of things and said, "The teacher is wrong about you. I'm sorry! Well, with these things, did the teacher apologize to you? " After that, Mr. Hu touched my head and said, "Stop crying and don't be wronged." The teacher did something wrong. " If you cry again, the teacher will cry. Have a good class and don't affect your mood. I will definitely make up those two smiling faces. "I couldn't say a word. Teacher Hu pushed open the door and sent me back to the classroom.
I opened my bag and found a beautiful bracelet and a note inside. Only a few short words: I'm sorry, son. Actually, I feel very uncomfortable. I hope you can forgive me. Love your teacher.
Tears came down after reading the note. I didn't complain, only tears of gratitude.
It's been several years, but it's getting clearer in my memory. I can't forget Mr. Hu's "I'm sorry, son" and his apologetic eyes.
I always miss my dear teacher Hu.
My primary school teacher's composition 8 The annual Teacher's Day is coming. At this moment, I remembered my primary school teacher. Her name was Jiang Zhiying. She is my Chinese teacher and my head teacher.
She has blonde hair and big shining eyes. She is 36 years old and her height is 1.75 meters. Not fat or angular. I like her very much.
I remember that she only transferred to teach our Chinese class in the second grade of primary school. At first, I thought she was a fierce teacher. So in her class, I hardly raise my hand to answer questions, for fear that I might make a mistake and she would severely criticize me. But after a while, I gradually found that she was not as strict as I thought. Therefore, I often raise my hand to answer questions. Although the answer is not very accurate, Mr. Jiang will praise and encourage me. After a period of hard work, my Chinese scores are getting better and better!
Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth-grade student. Study and life are getting more and more tense. So the course of Chinese has become more and more difficult with the passage of time. I wanted to give up this course and spend more time studying math and English instead of wasting more time on Chinese. However, Mr. Jiang encouraged me not to neglect the Chinese course. Later, after being persuaded by Teacher Jiang, I studied Chinese seriously. Through the efforts of Mr. Jiang and me, my Chinese graduation exam results can be improved.
Although I went to junior high school, I didn't forget what Mr. Jiang expected of me. I want to study hard now and try to get into a good high school and university. When I grow up, I will repay my motherland. Twenty years later, I will prove my strength with brilliant achievements. Let others look at Mr. Jiang with new eyes! Teacher Jiang can also be proud of me!
The primary school teacher's composition 9 impressed me the most is my fifth-grade class teacher.
Looking back now, she is about thirty years old. In my memory, she is a teacher who tells us jokes when she is happy and is serious when she is angry. Many teachers are probably like this, but her voice is still quite rough. If she doesn't laugh, she sounds angry.
She never hits girls easily unless she is too thick-skinned. Too naughty boys, she will invite them to the office for "tea".
I remember once, Fan Ying in our class learned Latin dance. I don't know why, but the teacher insisted on seeing her off in person. At this time, the boys were booing, saying that the teacher's car was a tricycle. The teacher was not angry and said, "My car is a BMW." We all laughed.
If the flying red flag is an honor, then she is the captain who won us the honor. She speaks with such authority that no one dares not listen to her. With her leading us, most of the red flags that floated in that semester belonged to our class.
At that time, the extracurricular class was table tennis. Of course, it was not a week, only Tuesday and Thursday. I still remember the scene when I shot a bad ball. It seems that Zhou Wanzhen has angered the teacher. The teacher patted the ball on the table, and the racket was broken, and it was also patted on Zhou Wanzhen. We dare not go out of the atmosphere for fear that we will be next.
Although the teacher hits people, I like her very much. She also told us that she used to teach math, but now she teaches Chinese. She won the first place in the whole grade in teaching Chinese and the first place in science. I'm afraid she won't teach us in the sixth grade. As a result, God went against my will, and she stopped teaching us in the sixth grade. She cried the day she received the report card. She said that she had never met such excellent students as us. In fact, before she taught us, our grades were very poor.
The name of the teacher is Liao Guangping.
My primary school teacher's composition 10 My primary school teachers are generally excellent. Maybe they are not as good as those famous "famous teachers", but their influence on me has benefited me for life.
My first math teacher was a young woman teacher. Probably because of her young age, her classes have always been lively and easy to understand, simple and interesting. She often teaches us: be happy when playing, study hard when reading, and never be distracted. I have kept this point to this day. Because of her approachable relationship, her classmates like her very much, and so do I, but it's a pity that I changed my teacher when I was in the third grade. I haven't seen much of her since.
When I was in the fifth grade, my Chinese teacher was a middle-aged man. His daughter is about my age, but he doesn't look old. He writes very well in calligraphy. He often makes us learn calligraphy in writing class. I remember studying Liu Ti in Liu Gongquan. Horizontal and vertical, every stroke is taught seriously, and we study very hard. He praised my good handwriting, which greatly encouraged me and spent a lot of time on it. He often said: Doing things is like learning calligraphy. Only by perseverance can we do good deeds and write good words. Shamefully, I haven't held a brush for a long time because I am busy with my studies. But as soon as I see the brush and the brush, I will unconsciously think of his teachings.
In the sixth grade, the head teacher was a serious and humorous person. Said he was serious, because the seniors of the last few years would tremble unconsciously when they mentioned him. Yes, he is a serious man. When he kept a straight face, everyone didn't even dare to look up or hold their breath. But he is also a humorous person, and his class is often full of laughter. One day before graduation, he took a clock and hung it in the center of the blackboard in front of the classroom. He said that this clock has two meanings: first, I hope that each of us can cherish time, study hard and make full preparations for graduation exams; The other is the homonym "purpose" of "Zhong Zi" in Hakka dialect. He wants us to have a goal as human beings.
Six years in primary school, many teachers have taught me. They gave me knowledge, but more importantly, they taught me how to be a man and how to be a good person.
"Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people." Maybe I am just one of the students they have taught, but for me, they are shining stars on the road of life, guiding me forward.