The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.
2. There are two landlords who describe the appearance, movement, expression and personality of the teacher's composition. Pick one! 1. My teacher, I salute you.
It is you who lead the ignorant us into the space of knowledge and spread love with songs. You burn yourself like a candle, ignite the fire of hope for us, and guide us to open the maze of science with your passion for action.
You have no regrets when your hair turns white, and the hearty laughter is still on the three-foot platform. Touching my sincere heart and remembering the bitterness of growing up, I have been accompanying you-my teachers.
Autumn is coming again. In the warm sunset, I always think of childhood stories, those childish years, and unknown teachers around us. Although the torrent of years has washed away the dust of history again and again, what remains unchanged is that generation after generation of teachers have devoted themselves to cultivating generation after generation of students and leading them to success.
How kind it is to shout out the word "teacher" from the bottom of my heart. Today, I want to send my most sincere wishes to you and to the teachers who have devoted their lives to education! Although your faces are full of vicissitudes, you still left us a knowing smile; White chalk powder, falling wave after wave, dyed many teachers' black hair, but set off your youthful green more strongly; On the podium, next to the desk, cold comes and summer goes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a little effort flows down. Thank you teacher! Teacher, we will remember your tireless teachings, because that is your most sincere language; Teacher, I have been reviewing your encouragement, because I will not give up my success; Teacher, I will always miss your smile on me, because we know we have to repay you. Teacher, you have taught me too much, and at the same time, you have lost too much. Teacher, you have devoted your life to us. How can we repay you? Because of your teaching all the way, I didn't lose my way; Because of your concern along the way, I have confidence and courage ... you are engineers of the human soul, you are engaged in the most glorious cause under the sun, and the motherland is strong because of you. Thank you teachers! Some people say that teachers are gardeners and cultivate flowers; Some people say that teachers are red candles, illuminating us and sacrificing ourselves; Some people say that teachers are the sun, helping us to light the way forward; I told you, teachers are selfless rain and dew. In the garden, flowers are blooming brilliantly with dew.
The teacher's teaching purified my soul, and the teacher's encouragement gave me a blue sky. How can a seed germinate, and why can a small seedling stand tall and straight, because this is the price paid by the teacher.
Sweet * * *, delicate and charming flowers are controlled by time. Only my blessing will not change. Thank you, hardworking teachers. The dedication of teachers and students will never be forgotten. On the road of life, they lit the light of hope for me, enriched my soul and increased my wisdom.
Sowing with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with the soul are teachers' lofty labor. I think, perhaps in every teacher's heart, what they want most is not the flowers around them on Teacher's Day, but the flood of applause, but to see us repay the teachers' regretless lives with the most diligent efforts and to hear our happy laughter when we succeed! 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 give up most. Those people are sunshine angels, so that we can face 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! As the day goes up and down, the next class of students come and go. What remains unchanged is your deep affection and brilliance. 2. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students will.
3. Write a composition (describing classmates) of 400 words, including action, appearance and spirit. When my friend was in the fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a very picky little friend. Her clever and keen eyes are embedded in the melon face, and a small cherry mouth is under her small and exquisite nose, which is very lively and lovely. A ponytail with a unique bow. She likes to eat Chili. Her greatest hobby is digging holes. She is a health worker in her class. She has to take care of anyone who wants to have their nails cut or their hair cut, and she also has to take care of any girl who wears a hairpin whose color doesn't match her skin color. Someone said, "You are too wide!" But she didn't manage it properly, so she became recognized as the "king of nitpicking" in her class. She is not only in my class, but also my deskmate and neighbor. So countless people find fault with me. In a Chinese class, the teacher gave out monthly examination papers. Wow! I got a score of 100, which made me ecstatic. Just after class, Kim took my test paper critically, only to find that she scanned it line by line. Then her keen little eyes stared at a place and said to the teacher, "You made a mistake in this question." The teacher looked at the test paper and said, "You're right, it's the teacher's negligence." In the afternoon, I set out with my family. One day soon after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened the three striking Chinese characters at the bottom of the homepage, the first thing that caught my eye was. I thought, why did this "picky king" catch up with Shanghai? Let's look at this letter first. I read it carefully: "Po, congratulations! At the end of the semester, you got a double percentage. The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I picked the most faults for you before. Please don't hate me ... "After reading the letter, I couldn't help crying, thinking: I really should thank the" picky king ". If she hadn't helped me correct so many mistakes at ordinary times, I wouldn't have achieved good results today. Now, I still often think of this good partner.
The original text is for reference only. I hope my answer can help you, and I wish you progress in your study.
4. My middle school teacher's 600-word composition should have a description of appearance, expression, language and class characteristics. Junior high school is a new beginning. Let's make a perfect sprint at the new starting line of junior high school life. The junior high school teacher is a little warm sunshine, shining in everyone's heart, and there is one teacher who has benefited me a lot, and that is our math teacher, Miss Lei. Miss Lei is a serious teacher. Sometimes affable, sometimes angry beyond your imagination, but no matter which way he treats you, he always thinks about your future. "class!" "Stand up!" "Hello, teacher!" We had math class as usual and watched the teacher holding several counseling cases. We said very seriously, "Children, almost all our counseling cases are the key points. As long as the questions in each tutorial case are satisfied, then you will naturally understand this course. Whether you like it or not, you should write your own ideas according to the focus of this class, no matter right or wrong, as long as you write them, don't hand them in. " This is the first time I have seen a teacher angry. When he handed out papers to unqualified students who wrote counseling cases, his voice was thunderous and he became unlike Mr. Lei. I saw an expression in his eyes that he hated iron not to produce. He frowned and was livid, and the paper in his hand kept churning. "How do you say these questions?" Watching him hand out papers, sighing and shaking his head continuously. Although Mr. Lei was angry just now, he still stood on the platform and was absorbed in the topic. The teacher gave a good class and everyone listened enthusiastically, just like watching a funny sketch for 45 minutes. Mr. Lei is usually affable to people. Generally, he is very gentle when he tells you the topic, and the teacher's facial expression is very rich. He tells you jokes.
The composition describing the teacher's appearance, movements, demeanor and language is very simple.
He has a oval face. When he is angry, his face is very long, much like a horse. When he faces you alone, he always puts on an understanding and loving look, and at the same time keeps shaking his head, looking like a big floating lamp from a distance. His eyes, you know? It's big, dark gray and deep. That horse's face looks very uncomfortable. He likes to make eyes at everyone when he speaks. Be careful not to let it hit you, it will make you dumbfounded. His arms and legs are thin and have a special temperament.
The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.
Teacher Sun is the math teacher in our class. She is of medium height and looks like 25 years old. An amiable face, always so kind. The eyes seen from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.
6. Sentences describing the teacher's appearance and behavior:
1 She leaned down close to my face and stared at my eyes with wide eyes, as if to instill an inspiring force in my heart.
When she talks about God, heaven and angels, she seems amiable. The face has also become younger, and the moist eyes reveal a particularly warm light.
But her eyes are small, as small as her father and as handsome. Her eyes are the most beautiful, with deep double eyelids and a pair of very bright and black eyes. When eyes turn to any part of the orbit, they are very clever and charming. Without these eyes, although she looks well-proportioned and delicate, she can't show anything special about her. Her eyes cover up all her shortcomings. Her eyes can bloom lovely flowers for her heart and brain. Although she has no profound knowledge, admirable personality and actions, her eyes will make her conquer everything; Seeing her eyes makes people forget to think about anything else, just feel cute. The light in her eyes will go straight into people's hearts and make people crazy at once. Eyes are often bloodshot and turbid, and sometimes they stagnate like dead people.
I will study hard today, or my mother will open her eyes when she comes home. Mother's eyes are very beautiful, and black eyes grow in the middle of them. Mother's left eye is dedicated to watching Japanese dramas, and her right eye is dedicated to watching me study. Both eyes are very memorable, so tired! If only I had another eye! If I had another eye, I wouldn't be able to steal time.
7. A character description, 200 words of appearance and manner. My father is a humorous person.
My father is short, thin and thin, with white skin and black hair. Anyone who sees him will think that he has permed his hair in the barber shop. His colleagues say that he is a fallen Christian, and I think so.
Artist, a famous binding artist in five provinces of Central and South China. His solo exhibition was well received by many celebrities. He is also a funny man, especially fond of joking. I don't know if all artists are humorous, but I think my father is full of humorous cells.
No matter how busy and tired he was at work, as soon as he entered the house, to be exact, he said that as soon as he saw me, he immediately smiled and I danced with him.
8. When writing, my Chinese teacher should describe the appearance, movements, psychology and manners of characters, such as "silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night". This is the most appropriate description of the hardworking gardener-teacher of the motherland, and it is also the truest portrayal of xu teacher. -inscription
Xu teacher, my junior high school class teacher, is a kind, careful and responsible person. She treats her students with all her heart, treating every student as her own relatives; Treat work with enthusiasm, full of * * *.
I remember when I first entered junior high school, the school held a welcome party for freshmen. After the meeting, dissolve in turn. But because of long inactivity, my legs are numb. I tried to stand up, but it ended in failure. Close contact with the earth was imminent, and xu teacher firmly grasped me. She helped me * * *, dredge the blood, while comforting me and reassuring me. The sun shone behind her, and I seemed to see a smiling angel. Since then, I have remembered a kind teacher like my sister.
In the second day of junior high school, I finally looked forward to the opportunity to go to Fangzi for social practice. Unfortunately, I caught a cold and even lost my voice. After xu teacher found out, he bought a big watermelon and sent it to my dormitory, and told me to drink more water, eat more and have more rest. From then on, I remembered a careful teacher and a loving mother.
More than a month before the college entrance examination, my academic performance plummeted. Xu teacher's eyes were full of anxiety. She talked to me many times and often asked me about my study. My history is not very good, so xu teacher often asks me to answer questions in history class, and I will be punished if I can't answer them. From then on, I remembered a teacher as strict as strict father.
During military training, she will help me wipe the sweat on my forehead; When it rains, she will remind me to bring rain gear; When the temperature drops, she will remind me to wear more clothes; In the cold winter, she will give me hot eggs to warm my hands; When I am slack in my study, she will urge me; When I feel confused, she will guide me in the right direction.
Her love for me, like a spring rain, sent me the power to rush out of the soil; Like a bright light in the night, it shows me the way; Like a touch of sunshine in the cold winter, it brings me warmth.
9. The composition describing the characters mentioned in the masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day): I want to fly, and my heart is so tired.
I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.
Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.
The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited. However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. .
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before. .
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? . . "
"Well, everything is fine. . "I cried as I spoke.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.
On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.
Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.