My teacher's sixth grade composition 1 Time flies like a sword. I will be in the sixth grade soon, and I have forgotten the typo of the eraser and so on, but there is one thing I can't forget, and that is my kindergarten teacher (whose name is forgotten):
I just went to kindergarten that year. When I first walked into that strange place, I was inevitably curious. My mother said to me, "This is a kindergarten." I don't know where the kindergarten is, but I saw many children, and I was very happy because I was very active and liked to play since I was a child. My mother led me to the classroom, said a few words to me, and turned around and left. I grabbed my mother's skirt and wanted to go with her. My mother said, "You can't go with your mother. It's fun here. Other children will be lonely when you leave. " I began to cry, and so did the other children who were sent. The teacher dragged us to the classroom and told our parents to hurry back. After a while, I gradually adapted to the life in kindergarten and made many friends. After a nap every day, the teacher will braid our hair (except for boys). The teacher is in charge of our daily life. She is not tall and her eyes are like black grapes.
After taking a nap at noon, I feel dizzy and weak. I was angry, too, but I didn't tell the teacher that I was abnormal when I was guiding braiding. Teacher Lu touched my forehead, which was very hot, asked me how I felt and said I had a fever. Next, the teacher called my mother first, and then took care of me and gave me water. I sat in a small chair and looked at the busy figure of the teacher. I'm so touched. After a while, my mother came to pick me up. Seeing mother coming, the teacher was relieved, relieved.
I'm in the sixth grade now, and I still can't forget it.
My teacher has been in primary school for five years. Many teachers have taught me, and each teacher left a different impression on me. Among them, my fifth-grade Chinese teacher, Miss Liu, impressed me the most.
Teacher Liu wears a low ponytail, a khaki coat and a black cloth skirt. A kind face is always smiling.
Teacher Liu loves poetry and often cultivates our interest in poetry. She often copied the poems of famous poets such as Zhu, Du Fu and Wang Anshi to us on the blackboard, and read some revolutionary poems such as My Confessions to us. Looking at Mr. Liu's intoxication, we were deeply infected and fell in love with poetry. I still remember a few words: "I don't need any confession, even if I have a bloody bayonet on my chest ..."
Teacher Liu still cares about us. In physical education class, we have to take the 400-meter race. Because there were too many people, we tested late, and almost all the teachers and students in the school left, but Mr. Liu and Mr. Wang didn't leave, just stood quietly without a trace of complaint. At this time, a male student who was testing came over with a sad face and said, "Teacher, my sandal shoelaces are broken." "really! Who told you not to wear sneakers! " The PE teacher snapped. Without saying anything, Teacher Liu ran to the office to find a piece of red cloth and brought it back. Even before the sweat on my forehead could be wiped off, I squatted down and put a strap on the gay department. The male student was a little embarrassed and quickly said, "Teacher, I'm fine, no need!" " ""that how line? It will be very inconvenient for you to go home from school! " Hearing this sentence, the male student didn't answer again. Teacher Liu wrapped the red cloth around the male classmate's shoes and tied it gently for fear of hurting the male classmate. "All right. "Miss Liu said with a smile. Seeing this scene, everyone can't help but admire: "Teacher Liu, what a good teacher! "
Teacher Liu also taught me to find answers in life. In Chinese class, we are talking about exercise books. It took me a long time to make a sentence with "no" ... but ... ". I didn't expect Mr. Liu to say, "The first place in our class is not Zhang San, but Li Si." Hearing this answer, everyone couldn't help laughing. At this time, Teacher Liu came again: "It was not Zhu Shengbo who was laughing just now, but Dou Chendan." After that, there was another burst of laughter in the classroom. I can't help thinking, "Ah! Teacher Liu Can actually contacted life to find the answer. I want to learn from Teacher Liu! "
Teacher Liu is also very responsible. Once, I went to ask Mr. Liu if The Recent Flowers was a poem by a revolutionary martyr. Teacher Liu not only answered my questions in detail, but also told me why, helping me to explain poetry bit by bit. Looking at Mr. Liu's smiling face, a heartfelt gratitude welled up in my heart.
How can I not admire such a teacher?
My teacher's sixth grade composition article 3 My math teacher is really strange!
He is always looking for something that puzzles us! It's really hard, but we really like our math teacher.
A round face has a pair of bright eyes. There is a smile on the teacher's face every time, which makes people feel a sense of intimacy. In a word, the math teacher makes us feel very kind. We also like our math teacher very much. Not only did he hand in the book carefully, but every time he talked about math problems, he made us see clearly and meticulously. Hey! I passed the exam, but I didn't do well in it. I'm really afraid that the math teacher will be angry. Because he never fails good students in exams. I thought the math teacher would be angry, so I went to the math teacher.
The math teacher said to me with a smile. It doesn't matter, just do well in the next exam. I think the warm-hearted teacher said that winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists. Besides, who didn't miss? So I got up the courage to prepare for the next exam.
A few days later, the teacher moved another machine that we had never seen before in the classroom. The teacher said that no one could use this machine school. So he moved out of the storage room. Let's use it. We all think the math teacher is really good.
Hey! But? The sixth grade passed quickly, and I was really reluctant to part with my math teacher. Because his lovely math teacher went to class, each of us was fascinated. In a word, we all like math teachers. because ..
So I want to tell my math teacher in advance here. Goodbye, because I won't stay in this school anymore.
My teacher has a fair face, a tall figure, big eyes, a small cherry mouth and a row of beautiful ears on her forehead. Speaking of which, you have guessed who it is. Yes, it's our tutor-Teacher Zhang.
Teacher Zhang loves cleanliness. Before she became our tutor, there were messy pencil heads, chalk heads and erasers on the podium of our class, and no one cleaned them up. Since teacher Zhang came, she cut off half of her old wine bottle box, left half as a pen container, and then put chalk in a larger square box and put it neatly on the podium. Even the rag that wiped the blackboard was washed dry.
Teacher Zhang sometimes likes to play like a child. She often takes us to play "the eagle catches the chicken", "skipping rope", "blowing chicken feathers" and "seven bright and seven dark" in her spare time ... Sometimes she will tell us how to play games and let us write a composition instead of playing for nothing.
Teacher Zhang's work is also very detailed. Once I finished writing a composition assignment, I checked and revised it many times, and then asked my mother to check it and found no mistakes. But the next day, when teacher Zhang corrected my composition, she changed many places in my composition. I took it back and stared at it. Oh! It is careless to use a large number of punctuation marks wrongly; This incident shows that the teacher works really hard.
Teacher Zhang is fair to his classmates. The monitor and reading star are selected according to the students' usual homework and reading situation. Whoever is excellent will be elected. If you can't do it, you must continue to work hard, and other methods will not work! Do you think our teacher is fair?
Teachers are like diligent gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland and educating the successors of the motherland. Today is Teachers' Day. On this special day, I want to say, "Teachers have worked hard. I want to be a teacher when I grow up. "
My teacher's sixth grade composition article 5 The winter vacation is over. I went back to school and met my teachers and classmates. I am very happy! Come on, let me tell you something about my teachers.
A gentle and honest Chinese teacher
Teacher Zhang is our Chinese teacher and our head teacher. She is thin and her voice is very thin. She can make the text lively and interesting. Teacher Zhang is very gentle and cares about us. She often helps us clean, and some students feel uncomfortable. She will take good care of them. She seldom gets angry, and always educates everyone by reasoning and giving examples. Because she is so gentle, all her classmates know her temper, especially the naughty male students in the class. Every time they make a mistake, they quickly admit their mistakes. As long as the classmate admits his mistake, Mr. Zhang forgives him even if he is angry. Before the Chinese New Year, I accidentally broke the window glass, and the students felt that the teacher would severely punish Yu. But teacher Zhang just criticized him angrily: "Look, which class has such a thing?" On such a cold day, you broke the glass and the cold wind kept blowing. What if everyone is stunned? "
In private, the students say that Mr. Zhang is the most soft-hearted, just like our parents, who protect us very much. No one in our class is afraid of Mr. Zhang. Everyone likes to talk around Mr. Zhang during recess.
A strict and kind math teacher
Miss Cui is our math teacher. She is very strict with us in study. Teacher Cui asked us to listen carefully in class, don't talk and don't make small moves. If a classmate doesn't obey the classroom discipline, Mr. Cui will immediately stop the lecture and stare at the classmate with stern eyes until the classmate knows that he is wrong and corrects it. Teacher Cui will emphasize the classroom requirements again and then continue the lecture. Teacher Cui also asked us to standardize and tidy our homework and complete our answers. Even if students write typos in their math homework, Mr. Cui will circle them with a red pen for students to correct. She will announce the inspection of homework to her parents through the school letter every day.
But Miss Cui is very nice. Every time she asks her classmates to answer questions, she will call them by their first names in a friendly way. For example, she would say, "Yutong, please answer this question." If I get it right, Teacher Cui will praise me with a smile: "Great, Yutong not only got it right, but also answered it clearly and loudly." Teacher Cui gave our homework a score of 100, which was a smiling face designed by herself 100. People often compete to see whose smiling face exceeds 100. When the students actively and correctly answer questions in class, Mr. Cui will also reward the students with a paper-folded flower, and the students who get the reward will be particularly happy!
The students are both afraid and like Miss Cui. Last semester's final exam, the average score of mathematics was the first in our class!
An English teacher who is not like a teacher.
Our English teacher is Miss Jin. I don't think she is like a teacher, but more like an elder sister who is several years older than us, because she changes her face too quickly! In class, everyone reads words carefully and pronounces them accurately. Teacher Jin will smile brightly and her round eyes will narrow into an arc. But the next second she found that a classmate was absent-minded, she would immediately pull down her face, stare big eyes and loudly criticize that classmate. Teacher Jin, who changed his homework, "changed his face" faster, and later praised him cheerfully: "It's really good." After a while, he frowned and said, "What did you write? Write it again. "
Teacher Jin is like her sister because she often takes us to play. In class in the afternoon, some students will fall asleep. Teacher Jin will take us to sing English songs or play games when he sees it. The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and those sleepy people who wanted to fall asleep were also refreshed. Seeing that everyone was in good spirits, Mr. Jin continued his lecture.
Miss Jin, who loves to change her face, really seems to be an elder sister who is only a few years older than us. She loves to laugh, play with us, make fun of us, and lose her temper and scold us loudly. However, I prefer Mr. Jin, who loves to laugh.
I like my teachers very much, because with them, I have learned a lot of knowledge, just like a small sapling, which can thrive under the nourishment of sunshine and rain! The new semester has begun, I will study hard and be a student that teachers like, so that teachers can see that I can smile more!
My teacher's composition for the sixth grade I remember that when I was in the second grade, my parents were too busy with their work and entrusted me to my teacher's house.
My teacher, surnamed Xiang, is short and has heavy eyebrows. He always has a smile on his mouth, and he cares about his students very much.
I remember once, when I was having a Chinese class with my teacher, I suddenly felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Ask me what's wrong when you see the teacher. I said I was a little sick. The teacher was very anxious and touched my forehead, which was very hot. Without saying anything to the teacher, he carried me on his back and ran to the hospital behind my back to let the students study by themselves first. The teacher carried me to the hospital, and the doctor took my temperature, reaching 39 degrees Celsius. The doctor wanted to give me an injection, but at that time, I was very afraid of injections, constantly comforting the teacher and saying something that made me not afraid of injections. I don't want the teacher to worry about me any more, so I close my eyes and let the doctor give me an injection. After the injection, I felt that the injection didn't hurt so much, and the doctor gave me some medicine later. I carried my teacher home. On the way home, I lay on the teacher's back and felt very warm. In the afternoon, my parents took me home.
After I got sick, my parents asked me to buy some fruit to thank the teacher, but said to the teacher, "This is what I should do!" " "
This sentence will be printed in my heart forever and will never be erased!
Article 7 of my teacher's sixth grade composition, "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more", "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" and "The silk in spring is woven to death, and every night the candle cries and the wick is exhausted" … What a beautiful poem! Every little thought of the poet comes to my mind. Throughout the ages, many literati hold the "teacher" as sacred and inviolable as a giant Buddha. But in my mind, teachers also have such an important position-beyond everything.
My good teacher, you are like a colored crayon, depicting it bit by bit on this white paper. As time goes on, this piece of white paper is no longer monotonous. Every piece of paper is covered with colorful patterns: there are varied geometric figures, catchy poems, intriguing articles, and … too many, which are overwhelming and memorable.
My good teacher, you always give me hope when I am desperate, and let me regain my confidence and get out of the predicament. Take the last incident as an example. I made up my mind to learn math well when I didn't do well for a while. So I bought a lot of information, read it every day and do it every day, but even so, the damn math was against me, and I was so angry that my mind was full of resentment. What happened? I really can't learn? In order to learn math well, I even gave up playing time. I should have tried my best, but the more I thought about it, the worse it got.
At this time, you appeared in front of me, patiently enlightened me, comforted me and helped me through the difficulties. From then on, I have a great dependence on you. As long as I have a problem that I can't solve, I will think of asking you. You always try your best to help me. Sometimes you still smile brightly and explain things to me so gently and carefully. Thanks to your perseverance, I have made great progress. Gradually, I have more and more confidence in mathematics.
Ah! My good teacher, thank you for being with me when I am frustrated. Thank you for restoring my confidence. Thank you ... A thousand words are hovering in my mind, but what I can blurt out is "thank you". Thank you, my good teacher!
Some people say that a teacher is like a spring breeze, like the warm sun in winter, like a beacon for navigation ... However, no matter what a teacher is in others' eyes, in my eyes, a teacher is the root of all happiness in the world and an irreplaceable "luxury". I love my good teacher!
My teacher is a Chinese teacher in our class. She has long black hair and bright eyes that can see through every classmate's mind. Under her tall nose is a mouth, and when she smiles, she will show her white teeth.
Her language in class is accurate and vivid, her tone is cadence, and her feelings are real and touching. Her class is as attractive as a magnet, and we all like her teacher's Chinese class. I can't forget it. When she told us about Guilin Landscape, she said in vivid language, "Please listen to me and expand your imagination. Let's enjoy the scenery of Guilin together. The mountain in Guilin is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing ... "I listened quietly, thinking and feeling, just like swimming across the Lijiang River with my teacher and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Guilin. After reading it, the teacher led us to "watch" the mountains in Guilin carefully. Every vivid language and every accurate and interesting gesture of Mr. Wu describes the strange, beautiful and dangerous mountains of Guilin in front of us. Even the famous troublemakers Zhang Junqing and Zhang Xiaolong in the class are listening, thinking and imagining with relish. ...
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, Mr. Wu's lectures often contained rich feelings, which made us can't help but walk into the joys and sorrows of the story. What impressed me most was that when she taught us the article "Yang Ke, a young musician", I couldn't help shedding tears of sympathy. How tragic Xiao Yang Ke's fate is! The students were infected by the teacher's true feelings. It seems that the poor little one is just around the corner. The whole class attended this class with a heavy heart, and many students were red-eyed. When the teacher taught us "Moonlight Music", the students were more intoxicated with Beethoven's piano music. In front of us, it seems that the raging sea is surging, and the silver moon is rising from the place where the water meets the sky. ...
Teacher Wu's Chinese class is like this. She always creates a concrete and vivid scene atmosphere with rich emotions, leading us to roam and explore in the ocean of life and knowledge.
I like Mr. Wu, and I like Mr. Wu's Chinese class even more.
My teacher's sixth grade composition Article 9 Some people say: You are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die; Some people say: you are a candle, shedding the last tear; Illuminate the dark night sky; Some people say: You are the morning glow. Before the arrival of CoCo Lee, you often silently moistened everything on the earth.
Teacher is a sacred word, and I have one in my heart-Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen has dark eyebrows, a round face with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and sparkling eyes behind her eyes, sometimes gentle. When she smiles, she reveals two deep dimples and a glib mouth.
I was particularly impressed by a Chinese class in senior one. However, we used the word "fly", and many students in the class were very active and raised their hands to speak, while I quietly listened to the wonderful speeches of the students. Suddenly, you smiled "Zhang Minghao" at me, and the ice in my body suddenly melted quietly. I stood up trembling and said with difficulty. My first speech, Flying, suddenly you applauded approvingly, and unconsciously the whole class applauded.
Finally, I sincerely salute: "Teacher, you have worked hard"!