My teacher's second-grade composition 1 In our life, there is another person besides our parents. Sometimes she is as loving as her parents, and sometimes she cares as a friend. At home, parents love you the most, and at school, teachers love you the most. In the half year of junior high school, I met a teacher, who is our head teacher-Miss Zhao.
Teacher Zhao's "altitude" is not high, and his mouth is smooth. I often wear simple and generous clothes, and the teacher is very enthusiastic, which makes me like and fall in love with Chinese class at once. The teacher's voice is like an oriole singing on a branch. You tell us beautiful poems and articles with your voice. The teacher has a pair of ordinary eyes, small, not beautiful and not bright. These ordinary eyes often twinkle in funeral march.
In that class, my deskmate and I did little tricks, smiled and smiled, and didn't care about the people around us until my sharp eyes stared at me and the dazzling sun shone on the thick lenses. Although I couldn't see the eyes behind the camera clearly, I obviously felt fear and couldn't help shivering, but the teacher's eyes only stayed on me for a few seconds and then shifted, and I couldn't detect any expression of the teacher. From then on, I never dared to make small moves again.
I failed in the final exam in Sun Shan. My nameless feeling kept coming to my mind and turned into tears of regret in my eyes, but I held back. I didn't look into the teacher's eyes like before, because I was afraid. But at the moment of turning around, the teacher spoke: "Hu Tengyue, you have to stand up again!" " "I turned to deal with the teacher's calm eyes, and then slowly turned around, and two lines of tears immediately slipped down my cheeks. This time I am not afraid, but deeply grateful.
Although the teacher's eyes are ordinary, I can read a lot from them.
There will always be some people in one's life. They will appear when we need help most, when we are most helpless and want to let go. Those people are sunshine angels, let us deal with difficulties with dignity. In my mind, teachers are a group of sunshine angels who have taught me a lot. Teacher, maybe I am not your best student, but in my heart, you are all the best teachers!
My teacher's composition There is always a person who is silently paying for you in the second day of the second day, there is always a person who is illuminating the road for you at night, and there is always a person who is tirelessly paying for you ... Except for parents, that person should be honest. For me, yes.
What impressed me was my math teacher in grade six. We haven't been together long, only in the sixth grade. In fact, I hate him sometimes. I can't help it When we were in physical education class, he always came to our classroom to smoke. It let us go for a while, and at first glance we saw the teacher he had made, and sometimes it made us cough a few times. Besides, I didn't like the smell of cigarettes since I was a child, but after a long time, we got used to it.
The teacher is not very tall, but slightly taller and fatter than I was then. He always walks around with a small belly and looks around as if he is very idle. But who doesn't know that he always fights under the lamp at night, approves homework and prepares new lessons for us. The most distinctive thing is his voice. When I first heard it, I froze for a moment, then looked up and stared at it for a long time with surprised eyes, and then slowly lowered my head to do what I should do. I shouldn't be the only one who has such a reaction, because his voice is too distinctive. At first glance, it feels like an empress, but the tone of voice is very low, which proves that this is a man's voice.
The teacher is very humorous, and there are always some catchwords in class from time to time. It's been a long time, and I don't remember what I said before. Maybe it's because I didn't listen carefully. I only vaguely remember that he said, "One day passed when the school came in and out ..." I can't remember the second half of the sentence. Maybe because I laughed too loudly, nothing happened.
Pupils. I don't like studying and I don't listen carefully in class, but I still remember your laughter in class. Now you have sent away one student after another, and now I have become one of them. If you open the window, it will definitely hinder all the love of Xi 'an, and all the peaches and plums in the garden are saluting you!
My teacher's composition 3 In my primary and junior high school study, I met many teachers, and their teaching methods have their own characteristics, but they all teach us knowledge conscientiously. What impressed me most was a Chinese teacher in the sixth grade of my primary school.
She has golden eyes. As long as any of our classmates is distracted in class, she will catch her, and her glib mouth will make even boring textbooks come alive. Of course, teachers also have a strict side. I remember that it was our last Children's Day, which was Monday. Because there was too much homework last Friday, there was a copy book missing at home, which led to it not being handed in on Monday. At the party in the afternoon, the teacher asked me to go to her office and copy the words in each lesson five times before going home. In this way, I didn't have a Children's Day in a primary school, and I didn't have a happy party with my classmates. So from then on, I never forgot to bring my homework to school, and I also got rid of the bad habit of forgetting things and bringing less homework to school.
My teacher not only punished us for plagiarism, but also intensified it! Although many students have got rid of this problem after such punishment, there are always one or two students who are forgetful, and even some students are simply lazy, so the teacher calls parents to send their exercise books to school, which makes those students who don't do their homework as an excuse have no stubble and have to go to the teacher's office to "turn themselves in".
I still remember what the Chinese teacher said to us: If I can be a parent in your place, I would rather be a father in your place, because my father seldom complains about his children at home, but your often makes me a mother in your place. I remember what she said.
I often think: if I see this teacher again, I will definitely say to her: thank you, teacher!
My teacher studied with Mr. Wang, an English teacher, for about two years. We have a deep relationship with Mr. Wang's teachers and students. We should respect Mr. Wang and let him give us a good lesson.
English teacher Wang works hard, teaching five classes in grade four and six to two classes in grade six. Every Tuesday at noon, Mr. Wang is very busy. He has to give lessons to Class 6-2, not to mention not eating or having a rest. Miss Wang is a good teacher!
But there are many things between Mr. Wang and me. Let me tell you something that happened between Mr. Wang and me.
In the third grade, after class was over, I couldn't pronounce a difficult word correctly. I went to the office to ask Mr. Wang. It turns out that Mr. Wang is not in the office. After another class, I went to see Mr. Wang for the second time, and Mr. Wang was finally in the office. I shouted excitedly at the door: "Report!" Teacher Wang let me in. Teacher Wang asked me a word, so I opened the English book, turned to the words I learned today, pointed to the difficult words that were not pronounced correctly, and asked Teacher Wang for advice. Miss Wang handed them to me bit by bit. How to pronounce correctly? Teacher Wang finished teaching and asked, "Xiao Ming, will you?" I said, "I will, teacher."
I'm leaving with an English book. Teacher Wang pulled me back, pointed to a pile of English exercise books and said, "This is the English exercise book of your class. Please send it to the students and let them correct their mistakes. " I readily agreed. Then, I even brought this exercise book back to class.
Teacher Wang is strict with us at ordinary times, and we got the top three, which also includes the hard work and hard work of Teacher Wang.
Here, I want to say to you: "Miss Wang, you have worked hard!" " "
Speaking of teachers, in my primary school career, I met many good teachers, some humorous, some kind, some strict ... and what impressed me most was Mr. Zhang, who still echoes in my mind from time to time. She has bright eyes and shiny black hair; A pair of "ears", a high nose and a small and exquisite mouth.
Teacher Zhang is very kind to us and treats us as her own children, but she is sometimes strict. Several naughty boys in our class often don't finish their homework, which makes many teachers have a headache. Other teachers have no choice but to let them play by themselves. Teacher Zhang always reminds them again and again. As long as they are dishonest, Mr. Zhang will call them to the office and criticize them seriously until these naughty boys admit their mistakes to the teacher. He will also tell their parents about the mistakes made by these students and let them educate at home. Therefore, Teacher Zhang is also a conscientious teacher.
Teacher Zhang is also considerate of his classmates. She always takes her classmates to the infirmary when they are injured or sick. If it is serious, she will accompany him to the hospital in person. I remember one time, a male student in our class was broken by another student and bleeding profusely. When Mr. Zhang saw this, he quickly took his hand and took him to the hospital for treatment. At the same time, I asked him kindly: "Can you hold on?" I'll go to the hospital right away. "So, she is also a competent and good teacher in our mind.
The teacher teaches Chinese, and her classes are also very interesting. She can always tell a text vividly and arouse our interest. Even in the first class in the afternoon, his speech will wake up some students who want to sleep.
In my mind, Mr. Zhang is an amiable teacher and a teacher who encourages and helps us. Among the teachers I know, she is the most unforgettable. Teacher Zhang, thank you for your hard work, my teacher!
My teacher's second-grade composition 6 The night erased the last ray of sunshine in the sunset, and the night slowly fell like a velvet curtain in the theater. The air is filled with shallow flowers and dim lights, reflected on the ink-scented words. Opening the photo album of memory, I thought of her.
That was the first time I saw her when I stepped into the primary school campus. The next day, she taught me and studied, which was very dull. However, one thing later, she left a deep impression on me.
It was in the third grade, and I was addicted to mobile games. Through the introduction of classmates, I gradually like it. Before, my grades were always among the best. However, a week later, my grades plummeted like a roller coaster. Regardless of the cultivation of my parents, I still go my own way and use games to pass the boring and boring time. Because of fun, I almost couldn't help falling asleep in class the next day. The teacher seemed to see through my mind and left me in the classroom during the practice and let me sleep for a while. I thanked the teacher and fell asleep reluctantly. I don't know. I slept for half an hour. After the third class, the teacher called me to the office. I wanted to lie and get away with it, but the teacher seemed to notice something. As soon as I came up, I asked, "Did you play games last night?" I froze. How did the teacher know? When I wanted to say "no", the teacher said to me, "What are you doing here?" I didn't hesitate: "Go to school." She asked again, "What are the responsibilities of students?" I replied, "Learning knowledge." Then, she asked, "Your parents want you to come to school to sleep and play?" I froze. She said, "Are you worthy of your parents? Your parents have worked hard to raise you, hoping that you can play mobile phones? Sleep in class? Parents say you are all doing it for your own good. Only by learning knowledge can you have the right to choose your future life and have a better future. " I froze. Finally, she said, "Go back and think about it." I walked out of the office. Then, there was a violent cough in the office.
The next day, the teacher asked for leave. Later, I learned that the teacher had vocal polyps and went to Beijing for treatment. On that day, the teacher endured a sore throat, educated me and pulled me up from the brink of decline. At this moment, my disappointed eyes shed two lines of tears instantly.
Now I think of the situation at that time, and I can't be calm for a long time.
Late at night, the moon hides in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars on sentry duty. In my sleep, I thought of her again, my teacher. Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; In my most decadent and confused moment, she lit a lamp to guide me forward. Let me stop wasting time, study hard and enrich my life.
My teacher's second grade composition 7 She is our new English teacher, Miss Zhang.
I remember when she first walked into our classroom, it seemed that there was a strong aura, and the seriousness of her face made us involuntarily silent. Strict and awe are our first feelings.
However, after getting along for more than a month, we found that the teacher was not as serious as we thought. In class, she patiently explained the knowledge points to us and made every PPT carefully to facilitate our listening. She occasionally shows us her special skills and tells a few jokes, which makes the originally boring class lively.
Once in Unit 2 "School Life in Different Countries", when she analyzed the word "language" for us, she casually spoke a few words of Japanese with clear pronunciation and mellow voice, and then translated it fluently for us. At this time, a bright smile appeared on her usually unsmiling face, and her mouth was upturned, which was beautiful. When we sincerely sigh that the teacher is proficient in Japanese, we also feel that the smiling teacher Zhang seems to be younger and seems to be integrated into us.
I still remember an early reading class not long ago, which was attended with the next English class. All the students covered their ears and reviewed the knowledge points of the previous day loudly, trying to remember more before the teacher came. After only two or three minutes, Mr. Zhang came in lightly in the warm sunshine in the morning, as if she were a fairy in the sky, stepping on colorful clouds and opening our classroom. In the bright classroom, her shadow was elongated by the morning light.
After putting down the black bag and opening the whiteboard, she clapped her hands to signal our silence. Then pretend to be mysterious: "As long as the students can answer the five questions on the whiteboard and use the knowledge points talked about yesterday flexibly, I will give you a surprise!" " "Her face is full of smug smile, slightly curly ponytail with her head shaking, vaguely can smell the fragrance like flowers in her hair. Then, she said slowly, "If one of the five students answers wrong, then … there will be no surprise!" " Her last word "oh" dragged on for fear that the whole class wouldn't know that she was mysterious!
Hearing this, we lowered our heads and stared at these knowledge points, hoping to brand them in our minds at once. But now I can't finish reciting these knowledge points. Teacher Zhang has already started counting people! All we can do is pray that the person being asked can answer the question successfully.
Fortunately, they were very good, and everyone passed the test perfectly. We stared at Teacher Zhang with bright eyes, expecting her surprise. She asked us if we had any oranges first, and the class was silent. Who takes oranges to school? However, the teacher shook the ponytail on his shoulder again and asked, "Do you have an eraser?" The students handed in erasers. Teacher Zhang carefully selected five songs and began to perform. She threw the rubber sheet into an arc and then picked it up again. She stared at the rubber intently, her slightly curly ponytail kept shaking, and she clearly saw her hands swinging back and forth and repeating. Finally, five erasers fell back into her hands firmly. Time stood still for a few seconds, but it seemed endless. We finally reacted and gave the warmest applause to the smiling teacher Zhang.
She is versatile and good at teaching. She is the teacher Zhang that we like and admire!