My teacher's excellent composition 1 You are a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland; You are a red candle, illuminating our direction. Isn't this poem a true portrayal of your selfless love? "Spring silkworms weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night"? Dear teacher, I want to tell you!
Teacher, you have worked hard! In the morning, when we opened our dim eyes and complained that time passed too fast, you had left home and were driving to work. When we go out to play after class, you are still preparing lessons carefully in the office; In the evening, when we finish our homework and get into the warm bed, you are still correcting our homework carefully at the desk ... The lights are sleepy, the stars are sleepy, the moon is sleepy, and our beloved teacher is still working under the lights.
Thank you teacher! When my handwriting is scrawled, the first person to find and guide me is you; When I was wronged, the first person to comfort me was you; When I was proud when I got good grades in the exam, the first person to remind me that "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind" was you; When I enjoy success, the first person to give me a blessing and let me "make further progress" is you!
Teacher, I'm sorry! It was a sunny morning and you were talking about the key knowledge. After listening for a while, I started talking to my deskmate, and you just saw it. You said loudly, "Sit down and listen carefully!" You gave me a stern look and then went on. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly, and I always feel unspeakable guilt when I think about it.
You are manna, blooming our ideal flowers. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet. Don't forget the teacher's feelings for me! Dear teacher, under your kind words and earnest instruction, I will go forward bravely and repay you with excellent results!
My teacher's excellent composition 2 My fourth-grade teacher, she is tall and thin with beautiful short hair. Her beautiful figure left a deep impression on me, and her care and love for us made me unforgettable. The teacher has taught me for two years, and my heart is full of thanks for being higher than mountains and deeper than the sea. Let me pour it here!
Teacher! You taught us the truth of being a man and a lot of knowledge, so I hope that in the future, I can remember every word you said, don't do disgusting things, and be a good person. Maybe I'm not doing well now, but I will continue to work hard. Usually I will read more extracurricular books, enrich my knowledge and be a good student who is "excellent in character and learning" as you often say.
Looking back on the past, you have always been very demanding of our fonts, so at first my homework was often returned and rewritten by you. Although there are some small complaints in my heart, it is precisely because of your strict requirements that my handwriting can be more beautiful and praised by others!
Teacher, your studious spirit has always been my model. I remember in the third grade, when you were a graduate student, you were going to teach us at school. It's really hard! Now that I have entered the fifth grade, there are more and more courses and the difficulty is getting deeper and deeper. When I encounter difficulties in my study, I will tell myself to learn from you, because you have made the best demonstration and are an example for me to learn.
I think you are the most careful teacher in my mind, and you are most concerned about students, because you are always very patient and take pains to teach us, whether at school or outdoors. Thank you very much
Although you are leaving us to teach in other places because of family reasons, I will always remember the little things you got along with us.
My teacher's excellent composition 3 In my mind, there are many excellent teachers. One of the teachers not only taught me knowledge, but also taught me the truth of being a man. This teacher is my former class teacher, Miss Cao.
Miss Cao looks very young, just like our big sister. She has an amiable oval face and big black eyes, and she is full of sparks. The long ponytail shook inadvertently when she turned around, which made us feel very kind.
Teacher Cao is very strict with us in our study and is not allowed to relax for a moment. It is because she is strict with us that I have developed good study habits today.
Once when I was writing my class homework, I thought: Write quickly, hurry up, I want to be the first person to hand in my homework, so that the teacher will praise me ... because I pursue speed, I write like a dragon and a baby. When I was the first to rush to the podium and hand over my homework to Mr. Cao for correction, I saw her face turn from sunny to cloudy and said to me seriously, "Your speed is very fast, but where is the quality of completion?" My face suddenly felt burning, and the teacher's short sentence finally made me understand the truth of "haste makes waste".
Teacher Cao is both my teacher and my friend.
What we write every day is a bridge between us. When I told my teacher in my heart that "losing weight" failed, she encouraged me not to give up; She was proud of me when I told her that she was selected into the advanced class because of her excellent swimming. ...
This is my former class teacher, the amiable and respectable teacher Cao.
My teacher is not beautiful, but she has a heart of gold.
"Class, class!" Today is the day when our school reports. The students who were discussing the head teacher were interrupted by a series of pleasant voices.
Wearing a purple coat, she is so simple, but exudes the charm of a mature intellectual woman-gentle, kind and amiable. I was deeply impressed by the faint smile on my lips; The wrinkles around her eyes are the testimony of years and the accumulation of knowledge. Her bright eyes sparkled with wisdom.
This time, my eyes lit up and I was attracted by her unusual momentum.
Although my teacher likes joking, she also has a serious side.
After the big break, everyone stood guard to see if the teacher had come. Strangely, no one stood guard a few days ago. The students kept chattering, and no one noticed that "Master Mi" stood at the door with a cold face. Suddenly, a classmate stopped talking and looked at the "hero" classroom. It was so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground. Teacher Mi was angry: "You said how old you are, and you still don't know." The students all kept their heads down. Xia opened the textbook again and gave us a lesson. His attitude and tone changed immediately. I really admire the Great Xia.
Whenever a classmate is ill, Miss Mi always takes care of her like a daughter. Whenever there is a classmate with family difficulties in the class, the teacher will always care and help her enthusiastically; Whenever we get good grades, there are always a few words of praise wrapped around our ears; Whenever we are proud, the teacher will pour cold water on us ..... She strictly demands that we get good grades; His motherly side makes us feel at home at school. I love our "Michelle".
My teacher's excellent composition 5 My Chinese teacher is not as slim as others. Her face is a little fat and she walks with a sense of rhythm.
The Chinese teacher is very humorous. In class, the teacher always makes us laugh, but sometimes the teacher is very strict. I remember a singing contest once, and the teacher asked me to be the conductor.
The teacher left us two lessons to rehearse that afternoon. The teacher will guide the students to sing first, and then I will guide them to sing after the students practice their voices. I'm worried because I've never learned to conduct. After a while, I said, "Come on, command them." The teacher said to me. For the first time, "Smile and do it again." The second time: "No!" Then the third time, the fourth time ... before I got it right, the teacher scolded me. There are only a few days before the opening of the game. The teacher was very angry and patted my wrist with a pointer. I can't help the teacher's condemnation. Tears in my eyes rolled down from my eyes like broken beads. It's already ten minutes before class. There are many onlookers beside me, and they are all laughing at me. At first, I didn't understand what the teacher did, and I blamed the teacher. Later, the teacher comforted me and said, "Don't blame the teacher, and don't be angry. I'm teaching you something. What if I meet a teacher who is stricter than me in the future? "
Finally, the singing contest began. Through my leadership and hard work, our class won the prize. Only then did I realize what the teacher had done. As the saying goes, a strict teacher makes a noble apprentice, and an evil mother makes a good girl.
Teachers are diligent gardeners, cultivating the future flowers of the motherland. Isn't there a song that goes like this: "Cultivate a new generation of hardworking gardeners. The light is still on tonight ... "
My teacher's excellent composition 6 has entered junior high school for half a semester, and my math teacher, Mr. Principal, impressed me the most.
The headmaster is half bald and does not wear glasses, which is very rare in real life. The headmaster doesn't hit people, so he is very kind to his classmates. This is a blessing.
The headmaster always says something meaningful before class, which usually takes us a long time to remember. The headmaster used to teach science, so math classes were occasionally dragged into science for a minute or two. The headmaster is more concerned about those students who have made many mistakes.
In the conversation with the headmaster, we learned that the headmaster's home is far from the school, and the headmaster has to drive to school early every morning, which is a very time-consuming thing.
The headmaster has taught us a lot, but why is such a person who can surpass Einstein in IQ just a headmaster? I think he can be mayor.
If there is a lowest point and a highest point in life, then the principal can be regarded as a person who walks on the highest point in life. It's never too old to learn, headmaster.
Without perfection, the principal is a perfect person, truly unpretentious. The headmaster's class is a great pleasure in life. A "philosopher" is telling us math ... I'm speechless.
Principal, this is our math teacher, a person who can be a "mayor" and a "philosopher" but can only be a principal.
My teacher's excellent composition 7 My head teacher, Mr. Chen, is a strict, diligent and caring teacher. She is slim, with black hair and bright eyes shining with wisdom. She looks gentle and kind. Her classmates all like her very much.
Teacher Chen is very strict with her students. There is always silence in the classroom when she is in class. Occasionally absent-minded students will listen attentively as long as the teacher's eyes are swept away. I remember one time, when my test scores regressed, Mr. Chen talked to me and pointed out my shortcomings of inattention and strong self-esteem in class. I bowed my head in shame and shed tears, so the teacher inspired me to carry forward my advantages and set a good example in class. Under the strict requirements of the teacher, I have made great progress in all aspects.
In life, Mr. Chen cares about students as much as his mother. I remember once, on a hot afternoon, we just went to physical education class, and all the students wanted to drink water, but there was no water in the water dispenser. So several classmates and I carried a big bottle of mineral water, but accidentally, the bottle fell, the ground was full of water and the bottle broke. Just when we were at a loss, Teacher Chen came. Without saying anything, she sent a bottle of water and paid the plumber for breaking the bottle out of her own pocket.
This is our beloved teacher. She is selfless, ordinary and great. She is like a candle, illuminating others and exhausting herself; She is like a spring silkworm, endlessly spinning; Like a gardener, she sowed hope and gave birth to peaches and plums.
Dear teacher Chen, I wish you happiness, happiness and health here.
My teacher's excellent composition 8 "Mould talents with truth and wisdom, let spring and morning glow shine on the soul …" Whenever I recite this poem, I think of our amiable math teacher, Miss Pan.
She often wears an angelic smile on her face. Teacher Pan's class is very lively and interesting. She often teaches us with animation and games. Once she taught us a good lesson. I suddenly found that Mr. Pan's face was wrong, which was discovered by me and many books. So we all raised our hands to advise Mr. Pan not to attend class and have a rest, but the teacher said, "I just put on a little white makeup." Nothing, thank you. " I know, she must be ill. I want to talk about it after class. After class, Mr. Pan hurried to the office. When he got to the office, Mr. Pan lay motionless on the table. As soon as I saw something bad, I went to ask other teachers for help. ...
The teacher came back to teach us before he was ready. We have a new lesson: three digits divided by integer ten, I don't understand. After class, I went to ask the teacher. The teacher told me again, but I still didn't understand. The teacher took pains to tell me twice. I finally understand. I think if I let the teacher say it three times, I will be scolded in the future. While I was waiting for criticism, the teacher not only didn't scold me, but also encouraged me: "You are great. You can answer such a difficult question correctly, and no matter how difficult it is, it will not be difficult for you. " Hearing this, I was full of confidence.
After school, I remembered that poem again: "Mould talents with truth and wisdom, let spring and morning glow shine on the soul ..."
My teacher's excellent composition 9 Every time I open the box of happy memories, my eyes can't help turning red, because I think of a teacher who looks more energetic with a ponytail, a simple T-shirt and a pair of washed jeans. She is my first grade math teacher-Miss Ma, a teacher who makes me feel warm. As far as I can remember, she will keep walking and jumping.
I remember that I was very withdrawn at that time and didn't want to play with my friends. I always let my grandmother accompany me to school every morning, otherwise I will cry and be forced to stay on campus by my grandmother. I almost always went to school like this, and I almost got used to it until one day I met her.
Once after class, I sat in a chair alone in a daze. Seeing that I often don't play with my friends, she ran over and pulled me out. She took me to kick shuttlecock and jump rubber bands with those female classmates, and I soon integrated into them. At that moment, I suddenly felt that she seemed to be a girl as big as me. Time flies, I am about to graduate. Although I have forgotten many things, I still have such a beautiful memory in my mind. ...
I haven't seen her for five years. Maybe she has forgotten me as a student now, but I will never forget that she opened my heart. I miss the temperature on her fingers, her humorous words, her warm smile and everything about her. ...
My teacher's excellent composition 10 My math teacher, Miss Shen, is a very young teacher. She is neither tall nor short, her skin is fair and clear, and her black hair is more beautiful with a few strands of orange hair. Two heavy eyebrows and a pair of bright eyes.
The voice of the teacher's lecture is high and low, which is very rhythmic, like a clear spring flowing slowly through my heart. She is young and capable, warm and kind to her classmates, and a hard gardener, cultivating our tender buds.
One day, in math class, Teacher Shen said, "One of my classmates is sitting in the wrong position." After that, the teacher glanced at the whole classroom. The teacher's eyes and my meeting were only a moment. At that moment, many students swept at me with strange eyes. The classmate behind me, the naughty boy, also "hey hey" smiled twice. I suddenly felt very heavy and my head hung down. Sometimes when doing math problems, Mr. Shen will walk up and down gently among his classmates for fear of disturbing their thoughts. Her thin face, a pair of bright eyes looking at every classmate, eyes are so gentle and kind.
Teacher Shen prepares lessons carefully, and the preparation books are always full. She works day and night, even on rest days. Teacher Shen works very hard.
Miss Shen is a good teacher for all of us.
My teacher's excellent composition 1 1 Life is like a book, and everyone has his own glorious page. Whether colorful or plain, only we can write our life in this book. However, in the book that belongs to me, there is one of her. She is my class teacher.
My head teacher, short, with a ponytail and an oval face, has a pair of bright eyes embedded under two curved eyebrows, a high nose and a red mouth. She is very kind to us.
Once, I was playing on the playground and accidentally fell down. My leg was skinned and blood flowed out along the wound. All this was seen by the class teacher. She rushed over, picked me up and ran to the infirmary. When I arrived at the infirmary, the doctor treated the wound for me. At this time, I noticed that the glistening sweat on the teacher's forehead flowed down his cheeks. The teacher completely ignored his fatigue and asked me with concern, "Does it hurt?" And comforted me. A warm current welled up in my heart, and my eyes became moist unconsciously. ...
Although the teacher usually takes care of us, she is very strict when we make mistakes.
I remember that class, I played tricks below and was found by the class teacher. Her eyes shot at me like two swords. Under the deterrent of her sharp eyes, I was ashamed. Since then, I have never slipped in class.
This is my head teacher, a caring and strict teacher.
My teacher's excellent composition 12 In my heart, my favorite teacher is our head teacher-Hua Min. She is not tall, her eyes are bright, and she looks cute with a bunch of pigtails! Teacher Hua gave me the impression that she was kind, humorous and strict.
Kindness-whenever she walks into the classroom, she always smiles; During recess, she always takes part in classmates' activities like a big sister; After school, she always holds her classmates' hands tightly and carefully walks us across the street. I remember once, when I was running on the playground, I accidentally tripped over my loose shoelaces. Teacher Hua ran to me, helped me up, gently dusted off the soil on my body, and bent down to help me tie my shoelaces. This touching scene still warms my heart.
Humor-every time Mr. Hua communicates with his parents by text message, he will put a smiling face with a sign at the end to make everyone feel relaxed. On the QQ of teacher Hua, there are always cold jokes to encourage students to grow up. I remember chatting with my classmates' parents online once. Suddenly, Mr. Hua's QQ avatar appeared in the "chat window" and said to me, "Yo! You have a lot of courage! " I was shocked, but teacher Hua immediately sent me a QQ expression with a thumb, praising me for typing and surfing the Internet with pinyin input method.
Strict-I have a bad habit, that is, I often pick my nails and my nails are bald. I remember one time in Chinese class, my little gesture was discovered by Teacher Hua. She came up to me seriously, grabbed my hand and said, "Do you see any nails on your hands? You can't pinch things when you grow up! " After class, he left me behind and gave me a good lesson. I still remember it vividly, and I dare not make the same mistake again.
Teacher Hua, you have been paying attention to us and let us grow up healthily with "love". You are really a good teacher in my mind, and we love you!
My teacher's excellent composition 13 "The stars shine quietly in the middle of the night, and the teacher's window is lit all night ..." A melodious tune floated in through the gap left unlocked by the window and into my ear. I closed the book and leaned back on the bed. From time to time, I saw the scene that Teacher Zhang, who had taught us for six years in primary school, left me and my classmates on graduation day.
That day, it rained heavily, like a broken bead, raining in my heart. I will leave my alma mater and my dear teacher Zhang soon. It seems that the closer we get to school, the heavier it rains. When I came to the classroom, the students were still playing like living in Japan, and the teacher was still standing on the podium with a smile. The teacher is only in his thirties, but he has climbed a few black spots on his cheeks and a few more silver hairs on his long black and beautiful hair. She is thin and short, but she is kind and tolerant.
The ticking sound of the watch makes me feel very uncomfortable. The teacher's eyes gradually turned red and the teacher cried. That was the first time I saw my teacher cry, because no matter what difficulties we met before, the teacher always smiled and made us laugh more.
Then the harsh bell rang and the students left one after another. I am the only one sitting in my seat. The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. At this time, the umbrella can no longer "cover" the growing rain. I can't help crying. A pair of gentle hands stroked my head. I lifted it. Teacher Zhang stood beside me with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face and said, "Go home quickly!" " It's so late, study hard in junior high school and remember to smile more. "It was not until I left the classroom that the teacher reluctantly left. I looked at the teacher who had laughed and played with us and drifted away, reaching out to catch and retain the teacher.
I opened my eyes and held the air tightly in my hand, and the tears on my face disappeared. Teacher Zhang, how I wish I could be your student again!
My teacher's excellent composition 14 My teacher is fat, with a round head, short hair and a pair of glasses. He always likes wearing a black suit. When he smiles, he will have a pair of dimples on his face, just like a child.
When I first met the teacher, I thought: Is this teacher fierce? But after the first Chinese class, I felt that I was wrong. The teacher is so interesting and gentle.
Teacher Feng cares about us like a father. Anyone who is sick or ill will ask about his illness and tell him to drink more water and not to forget to take medicine. In learning, teachers always give careful guidance.
In a composition class, the teacher asked us to write a composition on the topic of "Beautiful Huaying Garden". The teacher first explained the writing methods and main points to us. Then let's type and write on the computer. I wrote quickly and finished it before class was over. I saved my composition and opened the resource network to read it. I was looking at the resources when I heard my teacher calling my name. The teacher called me to him. The teacher said, "Your composition was written quickly, but you didn't follow my requirements. I hope everyone will correct me and write in the order of tour. " After that, I obediently took my composition to revise it, feeling that Mr. Feng was really a kind teacher.
Mr. Feng is also a computer expert. Once my computer broke down, and Mr. Feng helped me fix it. The teacher is serious when repairing the computer. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen and his hands were pounding on the keyboard. It didn't take long for the computer to be repaired. I thought to myself: the teacher is really awesome. He used to be a computer expert. No wonder he came to teach our online class! Now we can learn more computer knowledge.
This is our teacher Feng. I like my teacher.