In study, work, and life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below are 8 compositions written by my teacher in the second grade of junior high school that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. My Teacher's Second Grade Composition Part 1
As long as you are here, we will have the best time. ——Inscription
Everyone will meet teachers of all kinds and with different personalities in their lives. They may be strict or loving, but what remains unchanged is their precious sense of responsibility. Since I entered junior high school, every teacher I have met, no matter what subject, whether they are class teachers or not, what they have always brought to us is infinite sense of responsibility and patience.
My head teacher, Mr. Huang, is one of the representatives. I first met him at the beginning of eighth grade... When we met, the kind smile on Teacher Huang's honest face left a deep mark in my heart. As I spent more and more time with him, the gratitude and admiration in my heart gradually accumulated, getting higher and higher.
I think I will never forget the school sports meeting last semester... The person who ran around on the playground for three days was Teacher Huang; The person sweating profusely is Teacher Huang; the person sitting next to the athletes to encourage and comfort them and smile is also Teacher Huang. Ask yourself: Which class teacher cares about the students as much as our teacher Huang, sharing the joys and sorrows with the students and struggling together? !
It has been less than a year since the beginning of school in Bashang, and there are already 43 episodes of unique videos produced by Teacher Huang for us. Episode after episode of video, page after page of time, record our footsteps of singing and moving forward under the leadership of Teacher Huang. While enjoying the video, I caught a glimpse of Teacher Huang's tired face and sunken eye sockets, and suddenly realized that these precious video materials were obtained by Teacher Huang staying up late and sacrificing precious rest time. These videos not only record every bit of our growth, but also witness Teacher Huang’s dedicated dedication to us.
The road to the high school entrance examination is long and difficult. However, with Teacher Huang’s company, no matter how hard and tiring we are, we can get through it; no matter how bumpy the road is, we must move forward as a team and move forward courageously.
Teacher Huang, you are really our good teacher. I want to tell you that we will definitely work harder and always bear in mind the class motto of "bringing glory to Zhuoyuan Class" to live up to you and let alone ourselves! My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 2
With the beginning of the new semester, a large group of us began to complain all day long. Starting from the first semester of the second grade of junior high school, physical education classes three times a week became The class we least want to face is because of a new physical education teacher. The substantial class content, high-intensity training, etc. are like huge rocks that have been pressing on our hearts. Every night in the circle of friends, we can see everyone complaining about Alai and all kinds of excuses for not wanting to go to physical education class. This shows that Alai has lived deeply in our hearts.
The most terrifying thing is that since we changed the physical education teacher, we have never missed a physical education class, such as when it rains. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but our class always passes by the rain. When there is no physical education class, it is extremely hot all day long, followed by torrential rain, but in the physical education class the next day, the sky is always clear, and we can only keep sweating on the track. Sometimes God starts to rain heavily even just after physical education class, and as for us who are miserable, we can only sit in the classroom and look out the window depressedly, listening to the sound of rain washing the leaves. This is one of Alai's powers, being able to control the timing of precipitation, making it perfectly and successfully avoid every physical education class of ours.
After the regular warm-up and preparation for exercise before class, Alai would always say: "Girls press their legs! Boys go to the track!" When we watched the boys running like crazy on the playground, When we were thankful that we didn’t have to run anymore, Alai’s next words gave us a wake-up call, “Girls on the track!”. We really don’t know how to show mercy to others, but due to Alai’s pressure, no matter how nervous or reluctant we were, we still got on the track obediently, and finally accelerated to the finish line with Alai’s whistle, waiting for the next step. Group timed run.
The strange thing is that Alai did not say what kind of punishment we would receive if we exceeded the time limit. All he had was a meaningful and incomprehensible smile, but we still ran hard. In normal times, this completely contradicts our habit of not moving when we can, and doing less when we can. This question still has no answer. For me, Alai’s smile is so captivating. Every time he smiles, I have a bad feeling. In order to perfectly avoid Alai’s smile, we can only try our best to avoid Alai’s smile. good. You see, even Alai's smile has great power.
Thanks to these powers, every time we mentioned physical education class or Alai, we felt like we were possessed, our hearts were extremely heavy, and we wanted to cut him into pieces. But it is also thanks to Alai. It is precisely because of his high-intensity training for us and not wasting every minute that our sports performance has been greatly improved, and overall we can rank at the forefront of our age. Alai’s power actually helped us a lot. My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 3
"Tap-tat-tat", the sound of shoes hitting the ground came from far to near. She appeared at the door, holding a math homework book in her left hand and a paper in her right hand. Big triangle. She looked up at the clock, quickly walked to the podium, and put things in order. The bell rang, and the students returned to class one after another, "Take out your math books and classroom exercise books," she said. /p>
I lowered my head and held the book. When I looked up, she had already written down several math questions on the blackboard. "Write these questions in the class exercise book first. "She patted the white chalk dust on her hands and raised her glasses with her wrist. She was always very orderly in class, and as soon as her voice appeared, everyone would calm down and listen. Every time she encountered a problem, she always He circled with a red pen and marked out all the known conditions. After all the conditions were marked, he would pause for a few seconds, "Oh, look at these conditions..." The train of thought was always there. Very clear.
She always pays attention to every student. I missed a class, and she called me to the office after school. I followed her there without knowing why, thinking that I had failed in the exam again. , or maybe I am not paying attention to class, and I feel uneasy. "Come here" she moved a chair and motioned for me to sit down. "This class you missed is very important. If you don't study in this class, you will have to pay attention to the next class." There is no way to continue!" She spoke quickly and with a hint of seriousness. Only then did she realize that she was going to help me with tutoring, and I felt relieved and a little emotional.
She is always very methodical. And One time about copying homework, my homework was copied by a classmate. I didn’t know it at the time. She called me to the podium seriously, looked at me coldly, threw the homework on the podium and said, "Pop!" Explain it to me." I was a little at a loss. "I didn't copy it." My tone was a little flustered. "Why do you want someone else to copy it?" The teacher said to me with anger in his voice. I lowered my head in grievance. Everything All the classmates left, and another classmate and I were left in the teacher. "Do you think you are helping him? You are harming him!" She put one hand on the desk, pursed her lips slightly, and looked through her sharp eyes. The rimless glasses stared at me. There was a long silence. "Okay, go ahead and write a 500-word review." "
When I went to pick up my homework the next day, she was sitting at the desk correcting the homework with a red pen. She looked up and saw me coming, and continued to lower her head to correct the homework, carrying She smiled and said, "I saw your review, and the teacher is not angry anymore." She raised her head and smiled, showing half of her teeth. The apples of her face were lifted, and the shyness of the girl was reflected on her face, showing her obvious mood. Pleasant. I was frightened by this sudden smile and walked out of the office stiffly.
Her words of instruction are still in my ears. Every time I encounter a problem, I will always think of her touching my head. "You're a kid with potential. "In my junior high school career, such a persuasive teacher will always be in my memory! My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 4
Junior high school life is like a picture scroll, with some unforgettable people Something made the picture more colorful. Especially my calligraphy teacher, who left a strong mark on my white picture.
She has the same figure as Sister Lin. There is no strength and sunshine, and there is never any sadness in the clear black and white eyes. There is always a light smile on her face, and the shallow dimples are the icing on the cake.
Her clear voice flows into your heart accidentally, and the faint fragrance of ink flows under her hands, which will make people's irritable heart calm and stable.
I like to watch the teacher write. This process is very comfortable, and more importantly, it is "eye-catching": there is decisiveness in starting and moving the pen, but there is also a constant tenderness.
One time in class, we were making trouble in class. The teacher did not get angry as we imagined, but showed us a video of making pottery, which calmed us down unconsciously. Because of the unpleasantness that had just happened, when I was practicing calligraphy, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I drew each stroke very fast, as if I wanted to scratch something. The teacher walked up to me, looked at me for a while, and said softly: "Write slowly and don't be impetuous. Look at the structure of the characters, just like people, they all help and complement each other." Listening to her soft words Whispering like the wind, I took a few deep breaths and slowly immersed myself in the faint fragrance of ink.
In the teacher’s class, the nerves are not tense and the atmosphere is always relaxed. We are teachers and students in class, and friends after class.
One day, I went to find the teacher and found that the teacher was as motionless as a sculpture. I was very confused. When I got closer, I saw that the teacher was admiring calligraphy. But I really couldn't understand these "doodles". The teacher saw my embarrassment and stepped forward to help me explain.
I will never forget the teacher’s voice, the faint fragrance of ink, and even more the strokes she taught us to form the word “人”. My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 5
I have long, slightly curly light yellow hair, tucked behind my ears, and a fluttering light blue loose skirt. I can often see you through the glass, holding it in one hand. Holding the test paper, he quickly passed by the window. Her pace is always so determined. She is my physics teacher-Teacher Wu.
Wu Xiaoxun, what a boy’s name. Before I met her, I imagined that she would be a humorous big boy like Teacher Shu and Teacher Cao. Unexpectedly, when they met, she turned out to be an elegant lady with long hair and bangs. It is such a lady who gives us a kick as soon as she comes. That day, after not seeing each other for a long time, we naturally missed each other very much. As soon as get out of class was over, we started talking about interesting things during the summer vacation, so much so that we didn’t even hear the school bell. By the time we calmed down, she had already entered the classroom. She put down the experimental equipment in the cup, looked at us quietly, and pushed up her glasses with her hand. We don’t know the teacher’s origins or her character, and even the most naughty students calm down. Who is this? Is it the serious and responsible English teacher or the associate subject teacher? It couldn't be Wu... Then I saw the physics experimental equipment on the table. Is this Wu Xiaoxun? Shouldn't it be a male teacher? I thought about it as she started the introduction, mentioning the rules at all times, and her serious look was scary. We looked at each other, expressing our inner worries and fears with our expressions. Her calm, water-like expression made people even more panicked, like a calm, deep pool without a trace of water, so mysterious and unpredictable.
I thought she would always be so stern and unsmiling, but I didn’t expect that within a few days, she would lose her temper. In class, she accidentally mispronounced a word, and we all started laughing. She looked serious: "Why are you laughing? Is my Mandarin so funny?" "We shut up immediately, but we had already seen her pursed lips and the uncontrollable smile on her lips. We discovered with the cunning eyes of children that Teacher Wu is such a lovely person!
Getting along with each other After a while, we found that she was not only cute, but also so responsible. Before each evening study session, she would collect all the homework so that she could finish it early. If she found many mistakes on our part, she would call them in one by one. Interview. I didn’t make many mistakes and was not called in, but I saw it once. Teacher Wu taught them over and over again, showing patience that she never showed before. At the end of the week, she would assign some difficult questions for us to explore. . What impressed me most was that she would take the trouble to ask students to recite the knowledge points taught in class every night. When I was asked, I was too nervous and missed some words. Teacher Wu asked me to say it again and waited until she was sure that I was correct. Send an "OK". In classes three and four, there are at least a dozen of them every night. She has to go through them one by one, listen carefully to see if there are any omissions or mistakes, and correct them one by one. This kind of carefulness, This kind of responsibility is rare among teachers.
Outside the window, there is the short and regular sound of the slightly curly hair and the stiletto leather shoes. It's her, my physics teacher.
My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 6
A skinny face with a thick "beer bottle bottom", a dark face, covered with "youthful and beautiful" acne, forming a hairline He has no temperament. He looks to be in his twenties and teaches us Chinese. As soon as he walked up to the podium and put down his books, he said to us: "My surname is Wu, my name is Shuai, and I am the head teacher of Class 1 of our fifth grade -" The word "Master" was stretched out very long, and he noticed that we were covering our mouths and talking. Laughing secretly. He looks so "difficult" but still handsome, I thought, and when he finished the last word, our laughter seemed to open. "Wu Shuai, Wu Shuai is worthy of his name!" Look, he is quite good at smoothing things over for himself. "I hope everyone can make friends with me and be happy like this every day in the future." Hey, he is glib, but for some reason, I started to like him. Got this teacher. I am not nervous at all with Teacher Wu. Sometimes he can do things according to our temperament, which is quite modern. One time, we were in class. Suddenly, a naughty little sparrow flew into our classroom, hovered in the room, and knocked down the dust on the roof.
"Look, sparrow!" "Hush, be good..." At first, everyone was whispering, but after a while, the classroom exploded. "Quiet, quiet!" The teacher banged the table with an eraser like a drum, but it still didn't help. It seemed that the class was not going to work. "Students, let's suspend class and let's drive away the sparrows together, okay?" Teacher Wu said loudly. The students immediately cheered: "Long live the handsome teacher——" Hey, why did the word "无" get removed? Everyone naturally understands that our previous teachers would never allow us to do this. The students used their own tricks, some stood up and shouted, and some waved rulers to drive them away. Teacher Shuai also drove the sparrows away with us like a child. The little sparrow flew here and there, and finally flew out of the open window in a panic. At this time, Teacher Shuai did not forget his duty: "Now, let's write a composition about the movements, expressions, and language of the students chasing sparrows. The title is "Catching Sparrows."" Alas - if I had known this, It’s better not to chase the sparrows! From then on, Teacher Wu Shuai became our handsome teacher. Teachers' Day is coming soon, and it's time to send greeting cards to teachers again. What should I write on it? I think, just write it like this: "Teacher Wu: I really want to call you handsome teacher again, I really want to catch sparrows with you again, I really want to be your student again, my teacher, Grade 2 Composition 7
That summer, when I first saw you and heard the first words you said, I didn’t quite agree with me. I silently fantasized about the hardships I had endured in the past three years. I started to feel so harsh and so rigid! Will a pair of black glasses make us bury ourselves in a sea of ??questions all day long? When we speak, we speak like a pearl with a broken thread, and we will definitely have a headache from reading it in the future! You always have the same wooden face, which is a bit depressing.
You are going to live on campus. You clearly explained the things you need to bring and some details, and also warned: "There will be someone when you sleep. You're here for inspection. When a flashlight shines on you later, don't jump up in fear! "I think you have a little sense of humor. During the sports meeting, you cheered for us and shouted like a child. You were more nervous than us. You also got extra points for writing broadcast scripts, so you took out your mobile phone and asked us to hurry up. Copied two paragraphs! I think you are a little too kind. Winter is here, and you can’t help but frown when you look at some of your classmates who are still wearing autumn clothes. You blame us for telling us to wear more clothes because the weather is cold and we have a cold. It's not pleasant. You told us that sliced ??lemons can improve immunity.
However, you are also strict. There were several times when people in the class made mistakes. They all asked us to stand up proactively, saying that it is basic for people to have integrity, and if they do something bad, they must take responsibility. Once again, I made a noise while waiting in line, but I did not take the initiative to stand up. I have always been uneasy, thinking about your teachings to us, and finally got the courage to confess to you. You didn't have much sense of reprimand, but you just said that as a class committee member, I should be deducted double points. So, I learned to always be honest. I will remember you, and our most united and loving Class 706!
It’s another hot summer, another group of lovely children, but you can no longer be seen in the classroom. We are too chaotic, and you are not in good health, and you are always angry and worried about us. You left and never came back. A teacher said: "She has nothing to do with you anymore!" "So heartless.
I began to miss you. For your kindness, I no longer agree with us. We turned all our sadness to the new teacher. I always felt that she made you leave us. When she was not doing well, she reminded me of you, and she even shed tears. She took your class, but could not see your shadow. She never smiled, so I remembered your smile. In the past, you always took pictures of your homework and sent it to us, but she asked us to copy it ourselves, so you smiled and said you were practicing calligraphy. Just the day before your birthday, we made her cry. Of course you were unhappy. You persuaded us that she was good and we had to be obedient. I understand that we must accept the new teacher. If we have grades, you will too. We will be very happy. Until now, you still care about us. We also accept the new teacher. Yes, maybe we should be happy to have another teacher on the road of life.
With hope, I am grateful for my love and those who love me, welcome the future, live the present well, and never forget the past! After all, I have stood on the three-foot podium of a small classroom. After all, how many times have I given you a wish and shed tears. How can I forget you when I grew up with you? My teacher's composition for the second grade of junior high school 8
You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating us; you are like a big tree, watching us play in the scorching sun; you are like a tree. A bee, busy, makes us grow happily.
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I don’t know when it started. After school, I didn’t go home right away. Instead, I skipped rope with my classmates outside the school. Occasionally, I would have a few classmates. People passing by said we were crazy. Dusk fell, and it was almost six o'clock, so I planned to say goodbye to my classmates and go home reluctantly. Day after day, I played until six o'clock every day before going home sweating.
Being playful made me more and more absent-minded in class. Especially in the last class, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and wanted to fly out.
Finally one day, a classmate reports to you. I was called to the office by you, and you asked me why I didn't go home because I was too playful after school. I lowered my head, everyone looked at me, I blushed and said nothing. Since then, I have never dared to stay outside the school after school. But at that time, I particularly hated you because I felt that you were in charge of too much.
Time has made me as a child forget that lesson about coming home late. One day after school, I went straight to my classmate's house and went to her house to play with dolls. It was getting dark, and my classmates' parents had gone home from get off work, but I had no intention of going home. Soon after, you and my parents, led by my friend, found me at her house. I see anxiety written in your eyes, but your eyes are filled with tears. I don’t understand why you are crying and why you are afraid. At the same time, I was a little scared because I had made the same mistake before.
After you said goodbye to my parents, I looked at your retreating back under the streetlight, thin, but tall. Did you know? It was that night that I truly understood your painstaking efforts. You criticized me in front of my classmates because you wanted me to know that it was not safe to come home late, and you wanted me to know not to be too playful. You came to me in a hurry because you were worried about me. You are always working hard for us, but what I repay you with is disgust. Regardless of whether you can hear it or not, I said thousands of sorry words in my heart.
On the day of graduation, several female classmates in the class cried, and you also lost control of your emotions. After all, we have been together for so many years, and we should always be a little reluctant to leave. That was the first time you cried in front of us. I held back my tears, and the classmates in the class also fell silent, probably because I was afraid that I would burst into tears if I said another word. Finally, our whole class bowed to you, "Hello, teacher, my good teacher."
I will let you see the bright light before the candles burn out; I will come in spring I will let you see the small trees grow into towering trees; I will let you see a hundred flowers bloom before the bees fly away.