What I remember most clearly is the familiar handwriting of Shi En's composition 1 "Brush, Brush", which strung colorful rainbows on the blackboard. Teacher Liu, once again with a smile and holding the seeds of hope, once again taught me new knowledge through my acacia.
When I was a child, I was most afraid to see Mr. Liu wearing a pair of glasses, with a serious face, but revealing his deep love for his students everywhere. She brought her own aura, and peeing made me deeply understand what "poetry is self-satisfied." After learning, I can bring myself a lot of gains.
Her teaching method is unique, which makes once ignorant children grow into teenagers with excellent academic performance. I still remember when I was in primary school, Teacher Liu taught us Pinyin. When I was a child, I was stubborn and couldn't concentrate in class. At the end of the class, she said wittily in a cheerful tone, "The teacher will teach you nursery rhymes in the next class!" This also aroused the students' interest, but the expected recess turned into a "painful" wait. Finally, we can't wait to welcome Mr. Liu's sweet voice. Phonetic nursery rhymes have been so deeply imprinted in the hearts of each of our classmates. As I grew older, I became the representative of Chinese class in my class. As a class representative for the first time, I am so unfamiliar with everything, and sometimes there will be some problems in collecting homework. As a class teacher and Chinese teacher, Miss Liu always takes time out to collect homework and manage the class with me when she is busy. She has been angry at my recklessness, happy at my success and worried about my troubles. She helps me think about everything in my study. On one occasion, Mr. Liu taught me how to organize my notebook, how to manage my class and how to count the number of people. I still remember it clearly.
For six years, she has been strict with us and tried her best to help us form good study habits. Children are not sensible and often complain that the teacher is harsh. Now, it is really beneficial to know the teacher's good intentions. Think of her, respect her, love her and appreciate her. Teacher Liu, my growth is bathed in your sunshine and rain.
Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people, the grace of inserting willows, never forget! Teacher Liu, I will study hard in my new school, show myself boldly, and live up to your hard work and my youth!
The most unforgettable thing is that the teacher is like a spring rain, which gives us the motivation to struggle; Teachers are like lighthouses in the vast sea, guiding us forward; Teachers are like the warm sun in spring, which warms our hearts and brings memories to our hearts. ...
I will never forget your firm eyes. I remember that it was the fifth grade of primary school, and my math scores have not been very good. But you praised my homework in front of the whole class that day, saying that I was the only one with no wrong questions. I was sweating like a pig in my seat, clutching my homework answers tightly, and I was not happy at all when I heard those words praising good students being used on me. I'm just afraid and regretful. After class, after my own ideological struggle, I still risked being criticized by the teacher, holding the answer in my hand, and went to the office to find the teacher to "surrender".
Before I got to the office, I was trembling with fear and broke out in a cold sweat. Finally, I got up the courage, knocked on the door and went in to tell the teacher the whole thing. In the process of my speech, the teacher didn't show anger, but still had that kind face. When I finished, the teacher smiled at me. This smile dispelled my fears. She said, "Did you copy your homework? It doesn't matter, this matter has passed. You are really an honest boy. Come on, the teacher believes that you will definitely use your own efforts to write good homework. " The teacher's eyes are full of expectation and persistence. This persistence has given me the motivation to study and my grades are getting better and better. I will never forget your firm eyes. What I remember most is the kindness of the teacher. ...
Thank you for changing me. I used to be a very introverted child, seldom talking and scared, so I never raised my hand to answer questions in class. The teacher gradually found out, so he asked me to answer in class. The scene is very embarrassing. I know the correct answer, but I don't feel guilty. The teacher said, "Go ahead, it doesn't matter if the answer is wrong." I said haltingly. The teacher said, "OK, what are you afraid of? If you can say it, say it and be active in class. " After listening to the teacher, I sometimes start to raise my hand to answer some questions. Gradually, I became silent and cheerful. Thank you for your change.
Teacher, you have nothing to do with blood, but you are willing to pay for me, happy for my progress, anxious for my retrogression, and the most unforgettable thing is your teacher's kindness. ...
What I remember most is Shi En's composition 3: Time flies and years are like songs. In a blink of an eye, I have gone through fourteen spring and autumn periods. I remember my appearance, and the kindness of my teacher is the most unforgettable.
Teachers are sacred, noble and pure, and they are an inexhaustible candle. You, my teacher, have really paid too much for me as a transfer student!
When I want to be as chic as a cloud, but there is a wind, you ask me to overcome it. Because I am a transfer student, I don't adapt to the new environment and miss my original primary school, so I have been in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han Shu. Plus, I was particularly aloof, so I felt very unsociable. You've been observing this for a long time, so you called me to the office and asked me a lot. Finally, I was left with only one sentence: "This is a test for you. Try to integrate into this group and you will find that the new group is also very beautiful. " I kept your earnest teachings in mind, began to change my mentality, tried to get along with everyone, and my personality has changed dramatically since then. In retrospect, the most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher.
When I want to be as perfect as a shell, I am polluted by dust. You taught me to wash it off. Because before I transferred to another school, my handwriting was really ugly. Although it has changed since the transfer, it is still a dragon and phoenix dance. At this time, you are worried about me. Give me an avatar every day and let me write fine print. The first day, I didn't write carefully, so I showed my teeth. But after reading it, you didn't say a word, leaving only a small line: I firmly believe that your tomorrow will be better. Since then, I have been writing and practicing calligraphy seriously. A month later, my handwriting is like a sesame blossom-higher and higher. In retrospect, the most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher.
When I was trying to climb high, a storm blocked the road. It's you who helped me stride forward and never look back. My English scores are among the best, and my math and Chinese scores are ridiculously low. The teacher is you. You sacrifice your personal rest time every day and tutor me for half an hour after school alone. After a semester, my ranking jumped to the top three in my class. My grades can fly at an amazing speed, thanks to you. In retrospect, the most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher.
The teacher is the only "outsider" in the world who is anxious because of my retrogression and happy for my progress. Teacher, you are my greatest benefactor.
In retrospect, the most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher!
What I remember most is Shi En's composition 4. One sunny afternoon, I was sitting in a chair, and the indoor flowers were overflowing. There is a breeze. Touching my face also brushed away the photo album in my memory. In my memory, what impressed me most was the kindness of the teacher.
Do you remember? In middle school, I got the third place because of a monthly exam. Amid all the praise, I can't help feeling a little proud. In class, my mind began to wander, and my homework was just to cope. Unconsciously, I took another monthly exam. When I answered the paper, my grades naturally plummeted because of my usual pride. The teacher called me to the office and said, "Be a man, you won't be arrogant, and you won't lose with grace. If you relax, others will come from behind. I can't be proud anymore. " After listening to the teacher, I stopped coping and started fighting. In the next exam, I got good grades again.
Teacher, she taught me "pride goes before a fall" and made me neither arrogant nor impetuous. The memory of looks has benefited me for life.
Do you remember? In calligraphy class, the teacher assigned me a task of writing brush characters. This is undoubtedly a burden to me. Because I have just practiced calligraphy for a long time, I have practiced it repeatedly for a long time, but there is still no progress. The calligraphy teacher also knows that I have been practicing calligraphy for a long time, and I will tutor me alone after school. The teacher took pains to teach me, and I studied hard. Where there is a will, there is a way. After some efforts, I have achieved good results.
Teacher, he taught me "persistence is victory" and made me stick to my work.
Do you remember? In primary school, the school organized a speech and the teacher chose me to attend. I am both excited and nervous. When I got home, I prepared carefully. But the next day, I forgot my words because I was nervous during my speech. At this point, the teacher gave me an encouraging and trusting look. I was full of energy and wrote down my words, and ended my speech smoothly.
Teacher, he gave me encouragement and support, and also gave me strength.
Teacher, how great he is! He is a red candle, burning himself and illuminating others. I woke up, turned around, sat in a chair, and slowly recalled my teacher's kindness. ...
The most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher. Listening to cicadas in the quiet shade, the most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher. The butterfly of time dances and leaves a memory. That leaf is engraved in my heart, which is happiness and memory of the teacher.
During the flowering period of begonia, the ground is covered with pale pink petals. At that time, the campus was full of teachers' affection, and what I can't forget is the dreamlike misty rain. The day when my first teacher taught us knowledge and led us birds to fly around is just around the corner. Teachers, like gardeners, worked hard to water those seedlings, which led to today's towering trees. You should thank the teachers for their hard cultivation and teaching!
Looking back, I can't get rid of teachers and campus. Xiao Yuan Xiang Jing, school is not my wandering in my girlhood, but my dream garden accompanied by teachers and imparting knowledge when I was young. My immature thousands of feet and my teacher's Wang Lun were stationed in this yard and got married at night.
Flowers bloom for several years, and the dream of life beyond dreams has turned into ivy. Time flies, one trip after another. We are no longer material children. The deepening of my studies has made my teacher a little older, and the wrinkles on my face and those white hairs don't know when they began to penetrate deeper into my heart. What impressed me most was the kindness of the teacher. The night light is soaring in the sky, and only a few beams of light are reflected on the teacher's desk. The candle flickered and flickered, and a trace of ethereal came with the wind. The teacher approved the homework all night, the cough became worse and worse, and the glasses kept changing. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I sigh. It is really "the silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick away every night." The kindness of the teacher will never be forgotten!
It's another cool rainy season, hiding under the eaves. In retrospect, the teacher's face has always been in my heart, and the peaceful smile is engraved in my heart. The classroom of flying flowers chasing dreams has been demolished, and the people guarding the classroom are gone, but the kindness of the teacher flows in my blood.
At that moment, my eyes filled with tears, just like meeting the face of "the teacher is leading a flock of birds flying around". Even if time flies, I will never forget the feelings between teachers and students. The most unforgettable thing is the kindness of the teacher!
The most unforgettable thing is that the flower thanks the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistens its growth; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; The eagle appreciates the sky because it makes it fly. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. Looking back, I remember the teacher's kindness most.
A three-foot platform raises peaches and plums, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn.
Teachers, a glorious and great occupation, a simple and cordial title, a towering monument. From the moment you set foot on the platform, you began to work with a piece of chalk. Three-foot platform, you look great, learn from the past and learn from the present. You know astronomy above and geography below. It is you who lead us into the temple of knowledge, who put wings on us and paved the way for our success. Your eyes radiate deep in my heart, and the students' eyes eager for knowledge give you the best answer. When the sun sets and the afterglow shoots into the classroom, you are still on the desk, writing the music of youth. Although sweat soaked your skirt, you still smiled with satisfaction, because you know that the epiphany of your classmates is the best reward for you, and your smile reflects your belief: "Teach and educate people, live without regrets!" "
I have survived a lot of worries, and my worries are hidden in my white hair.
In class, you not only impart knowledge, but also tell us how to deal with people. You are a teacher and a teacher. Once, because of fun, I only wrote half of my homework. You found me and told me, "study hard, start with your homework and take it seriously." A few short words deeply touched me, and I suddenly looked up, and a few strands of white hair grew on your head. I think: the process from moss to white hair should be a portrayal of your life. You put your heart and soul into every class, you put your energy into the growth of every child, and you hide your concern for students in every shining day. Time keeps pace with the times, meaning keeps pace with the times. Some words have passed with time, but students' gratitude is hidden in their hearts. Time is like a river, flowing quietly with time. Gratitude is a song, and the light will never go away. Teacher, maybe you are faltering, maybe you are weak, but no matter how many vicissitudes of life are engraved on your face by the wind and frost of years, we can't reduce our love for you.
You are as proud as a plum blossom, as quiet as an orchid, as quiet as a chrysanthemum and as expensive as a lotus. You are a candle that illuminates others; You are a stone, paving the path of history. Too many metaphors can't praise your efforts; There are too many calculations to calculate your efforts. Teacher, a thousand words are condensed into one sentence: teacher, thank you for your upbringing, and I wish you happiness forever!