In ordinary daily life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following are 7 compositions written by my teacher in the third grade of junior high school that I compiled. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. My teacher's composition for the third grade of junior high school Part 1
On the balcony of my house, you stood there quietly, as quiet as an autumn pool, without any ostentation. You are not as charming as a rose, nor as fresh and elegant as jasmine, nor as vibrant as a sunflower. You are just a young morning glory.
At first, your arrival was inadvertent. Was it blown by the wind? Was it thrown here by a bird? We all know nothing.
After you sprouted some buds, I finally discovered you accidentally during watering. The tender green buds are like a newborn baby, hurting you as soon as you touch them. I looked at you lovingly and poured you some water carefully.
Later, I was so careless that I forgot your existence again. It was only one day when your strips wrapped around the railing that I realized how fast time flies! I can't imagine how difficult and tortuous it is for a green and fragile bud to survive without anyone taking care of it. You must have experienced the ridicule of soil, the obstruction of stones, and the embarrassment of your companions. But you still don't give up, you don't give up hope, and you don't give up on yourself. At this moment, when my eyes return to you, I find that your green is even brighter. Because I know that your greenness is spread all over the tears of your struggle, and you have more natural beauty than the flowers in the greenhouse.
I am also inspired by what your flowers tell me:
It is midsummer, and this is an excellent opportunity for you to bloom. They must be all full of colorful flowers! I propped my head and couldn't help but think of the morning glories in the photo. You should be in full bloom too! However, despite my expectations, you only produced six flower buds. I was extremely disappointed, but I still waited for you to bloom.
One morning, when I came home from a walk, I accidentally raised my head and saw your flowers - you bloomed! I was a little surprised. I hurried over without even having time to take off my shoes. You were like a child who had eaten candy, happy and satisfied. The breeze caresses your flowers, and the flowers sway slightly in the wind. You face the sun and blow the six "trumpets" confidently, as if you are singing the joy of life.
Somehow, I remembered the morning glories in those photos. Although there are so many flowers that dazzle people, they lose their cleanliness and elegance. Although your flowers are few, they give people a sense of indifference. Your step-by-step approach, blooming one after another, without being impatient, is better than the prosperity and beauty, and adds a sense of indifference.
Although you are just an ordinary morning glory, you have benefited me a lot. Although you are not my teacher, you are better than "teacher". My teacher's composition for the third grade of junior high school Part 2
My math teacher's surname is Gan. He is in his early thirties. His easy-going personality makes people easy to get close to, so the classmates in the class affectionately call him Forrest Gump.
A pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a pair of Adidas shell shoes, and a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. Under the seemingly bulky glasses, there are eyes shining with wisdom. This is Forrest Gump's modest suit.
Although he is a mathematics teacher, he knows astronomy and geography; he can play basketball, badminton, table tennis, etc. I remember that in the first mathematics class, he told us in English how to learn mathematics well. At that time, we were all very impressed. He smiled lightly and said: As a scholar, you should have a humble attitude. It is because of this humble attitude that I With today’s wealth of knowledge. At that time, we were all laughing at him. Until one night, A-Gump came to our evening self-study. A classmate asked him a math question. After A-Gump carefully reviewed the question, he started sketching on his own scratch paper. However, after a while, After a while, he still couldn't figure out the question, so he asked the classmate to go back first and tell him after he had thought about it. After the classmate left, A-Gump moved his chair, shook his head, pushed up his glasses, and continued to compete with the question. But in the end, A-Gump couldn't think of anything and had to ask his classmates for help. After a while, a classmate finished the question.
The classmate took the exercise book and walked to the teacher's seat. Just like the teacher usually solves problems for us, he bent down and acted as a teacher for our teacher. And A-Gump sat in his seat, without a trace of disdain or annoyance on his face, and listened carefully with his ears raised, as if he was afraid that he might miss something. After he understood it, he sighed: A person is better than an expert. If it weren't for my humility, I would have missed a great opportunity to learn! From now on none of us disbelieved what he said.
Forrest Gump not only imparted knowledge, but also taught me many principles of life. If you often walk by the river, your shoes will never get wet. This saying tells us not to take chances, but to be down-to-earth in everything and only by working steadily can we succeed. I remember one time there was a classmate in our class who helped the dormitory students to smuggle in snacks, drinks and water. Later, he was almost caught by the school administrator, but he escaped the first grade and could not escape the fifteenth grade. In the end, he was brought to justice by other teachers. . Through this incident, A-Gump teaches us that God is watching what people do; if you don’t want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. Everyone should not take chances and do things honestly and openly in order to succeed.
Forrest Gump said a lot of inspirational words, like knowing shame and then being brave. What he said is that when we fail, we should understand shame, through introspection, find our own shortcomings and then work hard; Hua, what it means is that if we read too much, we will have a bookish air about us, which makes us appear to have the connotation of temperament and grace. The most terrifying thing is that others are better than you, but others still work harder than you. This sentence It means that I have to work harder in front of people who are stronger than myself. Whenever I encounter difficulties in life, fail in a subject test, or occasionally have the idea of ??laziness, these words will always appear in front of my eyes. It became my motivation to continue working hard and encouraged me to move forward bravely despite difficulties and obstacles.
This is my most beloved math teacher---Forrest Gump. My teacher's composition for the third grade of junior high school 3
With the sonorous footsteps and the sound of the door opening, the Chinese teacher appeared in our sight again with that unsmiling face, holding a teacup in one hand and a teacup in the other. He was holding a textbook and a bamboo stick about two fingers wide under his arm. The teacher put down the tea cup, opened the textbook, played with the bamboo sticks in his hand, and asked us to memorize the text one by one. Occasionally, a few students failed to recite it, and then there were three dull and crisp sounds. This was the scene two years ago. Every Chinese class makes me terrified.
The former Chinese teacher’s surname was Lu. He not only taught us Chinese, but also taught us calligraphy.
At that time, our class was probably the one where the whole grade took writing classes on time, and the Chinese teacher wrote very well. Whether writing on the blackboard or writing comments for us in the homework book, the words are written neatly. Because the Chinese teacher was strict at the time, I didn’t think he was very responsible. Until now when I think back, I think he was a good teacher.
He has a straight face every day and is not very close to other teachers. He never let other teachers occupy our writing class, nor did he occupy other classes. As soon as the bell rang, he would leave the classroom and never delay classes, so we still had a good impression of him at the time, but he was notoriously strict in class, so we were still a little scared.
I remember one Chinese language test, the teacher said: "Anyone who writes ancient poems incorrectly will be punished by copying them a hundred times." I was honored to be recruited. That night, I finished my homework and copied it. I didn't finish copying until early in the morning. The next day I bowed my head to the teacher and admitted my mistake. After listening, the teacher said, "Well, then you can continue copying tonight." So, it was another sleepless night.
The Chinese teacher’s class is also very interesting. He never talks in a step-by-step manner. He can go from a piece of modern literature to the Four Books and Five Classics, or from Chinese history to foreign history. He can spend one class telling us a poem with gusto, or he can spend one class teaching us composition. But because composition is the last section, few people can listen carefully to what he says about boring things. over. He doesn't care, you can listen if you want to, it doesn't matter if you don't want to. Looking back now, I really regret not listening carefully at that time. As a result, I now have to rack my brains to write an essay.
Afterwards, there was no later. I went back to visit my teacher during the National Day this year. He still had the same serious face, but his hair was a little grayer. Thinking of that year, he gently told us that he would no longer teach us and that he was retiring.
He said goodbye to us in a majestic yet kind voice. At that moment, all the dissatisfaction accumulated in our hearts collapsed at that moment, leaving only reluctance and nostalgia.
I remember he once said, if you meet me in a few years, never tell me "I learned a lot from you", no matter how much you learn from me , can’t surpass me. If you want to become a master, you must work hard to learn more! I have always kept this sentence in my heart.
The sun shines in from the window. The teacher stands on the podium, holding a wooden stick in his hand. The sound of reading in unison comes from the classroom, carrying our dreams far and far. Place... My Teacher Junior High School Composition 4
Since I entered junior high school, my favorite teacher has been our math teacher - Teacher Chen.
She is not tall, has a high forehead, and wears a pair of glasses on her nose. Her Mandarin is not very standard. She always says brackets as "cross numbers" and examples as "PIRU". But I just like that kind of teacher, a strict but simple teacher.
Teacher Chen is a dedicated teacher.
Last week, I heard from the head teacher that she had a severe toothache. However, seeing that some students in our class did not have a good foundation in mathematics, she squeezed out her break time to explain math problems to us, and her toothache It hurt, but not a word was mentioned.
I still remember one time, when the math class was over, Teacher Chen told me to go to her office after school when she was about to leave. I was immediately nervous and overwhelmed, thinking about today's performance over and over again.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring..." The school bell rang, and my heart seemed to be pressed by an invisible big stone. My mouth kept trembling slightly, and I couldn't even control my feet. trembled.
When I walked into the office, I saw Teacher Chen’s solemn face, which made me even more convinced that I must have made a big mistake today.
"Take out the "New Curriculum"." Teacher Chen's voice rang in my ears. I immediately turned to last night's homework and saw red ×× on it. I understood it all at once. . She said to me kindly: "Correct what you know above first, and then ask me what you don't know." She taught me carefully over and over again, and took the trouble to answer question after question. At that time, I regretted so much. With such a patient teacher, why didn’t I finish my homework well? I also caused more trouble to the teacher! Only flowers understand the selflessness of spring rain; only fish understand the generosity of the sea; and teacher, you are so kind to us. Only we know best about your love - tough love, deep love, caring love, love that hates iron but cannot be made into steel...
Life is filled with your love for us, and the future three In the new year, we will take love as the driving force and follow you to ride the wind and waves on the road of learning! My teacher's essay for the third grade of junior high school 5
In junior high school, I met two history teachers. The differences between the two teachers are very big. , of course only in my opinion.
The first teacher taught us in junior high school for two years, but to be honest, I didn’t like him. There are many reasons, and I will list them one by one. First, maybe I don’t like history. And just by looking at him, you can tell that he is vicious. Second, his key points are always unclear. Every time he tells a historical story, and then intersperses key points with the historical story. But he didn't make it clear at all what specific points to draw. Third, the classmates in our class don't like him and feel that what he teaches is not good. Otherwise, why would we be first in all subjects but only last in the history test? But later, I heard that he changed his profession and became a Chinese teacher. Who knows whether he can teach Chinese well.
The second teacher I met when I was in the third grade of junior high school. In fact, this teacher is not good-looking, but just by looking at her appearance, you can tell that she is very friendly and has rich cultural background. After her first class, all the students were shocked because this was the rare person who could explain history so thoroughly. Later, although I am now in the third grade of junior high school, my history is not very good. If you calculate it carefully from the transcript, you will know that among all the subjects, only history is the worst. But it doesn’t matter. With this teacher With the help of others, my grades have gradually improved. Although they are not very good, I have tried my best and I believe I can successfully counterattack.
But as an outsider, I am not qualified to talk about who is better. After all, they are both teachers and in the same school. My teacher's third-grade essay 6
In the sound of reading loudly, I found my dream.
It was the thinking class near the end of the term, and the teacher asked us to read real things Politics. When pieces of bitter, successful, touching, beautiful, shocking and exciting things are presented to us, my heart is deeply touched. Because success is the accumulated experience of failure; happiness appears more beautiful in pain. ；Things can only be cherished after they are lost. The rewards you get from any kind of experience are completely different from what you pay for. Only by experiencing different lives can you get different experiences. Maybe someone will ask me what I want experience for? Because it is for my own dreams. And my dream is to be a hard-working gardener-teacher. I want to teach the next generation to let the hope of the future of the motherland bloom into beautiful flowers. And pass on the experience I have summarized to them, so that they will not go astray and be down-to-earth. Do everything well.
Grass can grow in the cracks of rocks because it has a firm dream; plants can bloom gorgeous flowers because it has a beautiful dream; small A tree can grow into a towering tree because it has a lofty dream. Every life has a dream. They live and grow for their dreams. Because they have dreams, life becomes colorful, and everyone Everyone is striving, working hard, and working hard for their dreams, and I am also working hard for my own continuous efforts. Maybe some people think this is out of reach, maybe some people think this dream is absurd, maybe some people think This is simply a fantasy, but I will still keep working hard. As Ji Hongchang said, "As long as a dream lasts, it can become a reality."
Of course, there is another great dream that cannot be separated. Our hard work, hard work and practical actions. No pain, no gain. Because we start from every little thing, start from the side. Now we should study hard and meticulously complete the tasks assigned by the teacher¤¤¤Complete The road to dreams is far away, but we should have unwavering faith and the quality of not being afraid of setbacks and suffering. We should be down-to-earth and do everything well. I believe that the future world will be beautiful, waiting for us to develop and go. Transformation.
The ideal world is colorful, because everyone has different dreams. Dreams are the driving force for people to move forward, the goal of struggle, the basis of success, and the source of belief. As long as we continue to work hard, our dreams will eventually It will come true.
Let us work together to realize our ideals! Our future is not a dream! My teacher’s composition for the third grade of junior high school 7
Times have changed, and in the blink of an eye I have already I am a junior high school student. I miss the teachers who worked hard for us in primary school. It was you who taught us to recognize people and words; it was you who taught us to respect the old and love the young; it was you who taught us unity and friendship. You are our "second parents".
One teacher that remains fresh in my memory is Teacher Zhang. She is a good teacher who is selfless, strong on the outside and soft on the inside.
She wore a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, a sportswear and a pair of sneakers. To be honest, her teachers and students and I haven’t seen her wear a skirt in a year.
At noon that day, she walked into the classroom with a set of triangles and a textbook as usual. What's different about her today than before is that she actually wants to check our textbook homework! I didn't write a word. I really regretted watching so much TV. The teacher came to check one by one. The strange thing was that everyone seemed to have completed their homework, except me. When the teacher walked to my desk, my heart was pounding. I slowly opened the book, and then she said - stand up and go to my office after class! I was very embarrassed at the time, and everyone looked at me strangely. In this way, I stood for a whole class. At that time, I experienced the feeling of the teacher standing for a class to teach us.
This class is the longest class I have ever taken. ‘Ring, ring, ring,’ the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the big stone in my heart fell, but I had to go to the office to be scolded again. "Report" Then I walked up to the teacher. The moment I entered the office, I was mentally prepared to be scolded. But reality is not like this. The teacher said to me gently: "Why didn't you finish your homework?" I told the teacher truthfully.
The teacher gently told me not to develop this habit and to relax properly only after completing my homework on time. Then she taught me what I had just learned in the class, because she knew that I had been absent-minded in class.
This is my teacher-Teacher Zhang. A good and selfless teacher.