The most unforgettable thing about this summer vacation is that there are many memorable things, including happy things and sad things, embarrassing things and glorious things, interesting things and meaningful things, but only one thing makes me unforgettable. Finish your homework in the morning and go to the neighbor's house and classmates' house to play. Arrived at his house. Maybe his adults are too noisy. Let's go out and play.
We walked aimlessly and unconsciously came to the gate of the middle school. There are all kinds of colorful flags hanging on both sides of the gate. Bright colored flags fluttered with the wind, and bored, we began to play with colored flags. Each of us tore down a colorful flag, waved it in the wind for a while, and used it as a weapon to fight for a while. We were playing when we suddenly saw a five-star red flag. So we threw away the colorful flags in our hands and went to earn money with the dazzling five-star red flag. He relies on his flexible mind and I rely on my strength. I grabbed the face of the red flag and he grabbed the handle of the red flag, and the competitors didn't give way. Just when I wanted to hide the red flag, I didn't expect that as soon as he let go, the handle of the red flag poked me in the eye. The pain made me cry all over the floor, and my head was sweaty in an instant.
My mother heard me crying and didn't have time to put on her shoes. She ran barefoot and took me to a nearby hospital. The doctor looked at my eyes and said, fortunately, my strength is not great, and the membrane of my eyes was slightly poked. Take a few injections and take a few medicines 24 hours a day to keep you safe. On the way back, my eyes were still open, so I had to let my mother carry me back. When I got home, my mother said very seriously: No matter what you do, you should put safety first, especially in the process of playing.
Looking into my mother's eyes, I nodded seriously and said, yes, mom, I remember!
2. The text of "Daddy's Teacher" was changed into a composition. Dad often tells me about his first teacher, and whenever he mentions it, he always praises it.
But I haven't met his teacher. The opportunity has finally come.
Dad invited his teacher to visit us on Teacher's Day. Perhaps it is to let his teacher know how to teach his children well, so he is very strict with me.
For example, my every move has standards, and every sentence has rules. Dad is like a director. It's disappointing to teach me this and that again and again. I haven't seen it yet. I have a hoop on my head.
My first task is to meet the guests at the door with my grandfather. I was impatient when my grandfather pointed to a stout old man in the distance and said to me, "That man in gray is your father's teacher."
I exclaimed, "Coming!" "Dad rushed out to meet him, while ruthlessly stared at me, and I thought of the" hoop curse "on my head. Dad accompanied the teacher to drink and chat.
According to my father's arrangement in advance, I quietly poured wine for the teacher and stole a look at the old man from time to time. Watching him drink happily, I really can't see how much more knowledgeable he is than my grandfather.
He put down his glass, looked me up and down, and praised me for being smart, polite and promising. My father was very proud, but he put on a serious face and taught me: "My teacher is knowledgeable and he will always be my teacher."
I had to nod, but I thought to myself, "How many times have you said these things? Why bother?" Rdquo's father went on to say, "He is my teacher, that is, your teacher. Ask the teacher if you don't understand. " Don't say, I really have a problem that I haven't figured out. Today is a coincidence.
So, I immediately chimed in and said, "Teacher, let me ask you something. I heard the teacher say that there are treasures where the phoenix falls, but the teacher also said that there are no phoenixes in the world. Why is this? " The teacher put the teacup to his mouth, but he didn't drink or put it down, as if he were meditating.
I was quietly waiting for an answer when I heard a bang. My father squatted down and slammed the cup on the table, and the tea spilled out. His bulging eyes are really scary
"How rude! What a shame!" Listening to my father's reprimand, I was confused, but I also knew that I was in trouble. This makes me regret it. I really shouldn't listen to my father and talk too much.
You see, I didn't ask questions, but I made a lot of complaints in vain. Fortunately, the teacher's face slowly filled with laughter. He sipped his tea gently, scolded and advised his father, "How can you be so angry with the child? There is nothing wrong with children. Asking a question is like growing a bud of knowledge on a small tree. Won't your parting affect his future success? I can't answer that. Afraid of what? Needless to say, even scientists can't understand the truth. Why do you do research when you know everything? I have been a teacher all my life, and I like such students. Such children will be more promising in the future and we should be happy. "
Dad listened respectfully, his face turned half cloudy, and then the clouds cleared. Dad pulled me to his side and kept stroking my head.
I feel liberated and comfortable all over. Later, whenever I mentioned this to my father, my father always said with a little fear, "I'm so worried." I almost let you spoil the good thing that day. "
But the tone is full of apologies. Up to now, although I have only met this teacher once, I can't forget it.
Really, a teacher is a teacher after all, just like a teacher who has taught me for many years. This is my father's and mine.
Dad's teacher changed his composition. You will be surprised to see this topic. You will definitely ask, "How did you become Dad's teacher?" Then listen to me and tell you something!
It was one morning, when I was reading pinyin letters at home, my father saw it and said, "When did you know you were reading an English book?" I said to my father, "Dad, this is not English, but Chinese phonetic alphabet. Look at these, useful! " ! Like looking it up in a dictionary. If you want to search in order, you must use the alphabet. Dad, why didn't I see you looking up the dictionary in alphabetical order? "Dad shook his head and said," Well, you learn this and that at an early age. We have never learned so much. " I looked at my poor father and said, "Dad, don't worry, I have a group of people who will help you learn letters." Dad looked at me and grinned.
In the evening, I said to my father, "Well, you have to learn five letters every night to sleep." Dad looked at me seriously and said, "All right. I listen to you. " The class began, and I said, "Class!" Dad simply stood up and said, hello, teacher! "I pretended to be stern and said," Sit down. This made my mother smile from ear to ear and said, "Tian Tian, you are really like a teacher." . "Say that finish, I laughed again, and I began to teach my father a lesson. Because I learned A, O and E first, I said to my father, "Look at my mouth, I must open my mouth wide." "A-"I read it, and then so did my father. I wrote it, he wrote it, I read it, and he read it. So repeatedly, my father finally learned five letters. I sang a song happily, and my brother twisted his waist. When my father saw it, his eyes narrowed with joy. He is not like what people say now: "Laugh in your mouth. "Happy in my heart?
I am so happy to see the whole family happy! Students, have you ever accepted a "college student" like me?
I know how to rewrite the text of Dad's Teacher into a composition. I am about to graduate from junior high school. Graduation is the biggest turning point and the most important moment in my life. However, I have no sense of pressure or tension at all, because I feel that I belong to the kind of person who has no bright future. Since you can't see the future, why pursue it? Besides, I don't want to show off or show my face.
When I arrived in middle school, I was full of confidence in everything, and even dreamed of getting into a good high school and going to college. However, I … can't stand the feeling that my classmates reject and laugh at me. Whenever I tell my classmates about my dreams, the rewards I get are "Great", "Even I'm not as good as I think" and "I'm too vain ..." Being myself is better than anything! Yes, I did, but I was really stupid. Whenever I raise my hand to answer a question, I will become their laughing stock. Who can blame this? The word "pushy" deeply touched me. Yes, I like to show off, and I want to be stronger. This is my dream, but is it good? No, since there is no benefit at all, why should I do it? Listening to my own question and answer, I couldn't help laughing. I was so naive and ridiculous.
I, like you said, I'm just a piece of rotten wood. Even if the best carpenter carves for me, I won't be a wonderful handicraft. Talent? I once naively thought I was very talented. I can sing and dance, write and draw.
But ... time washed it away. It was time that made me understand all this. It was my classmates who made me see through my vulgar mind. "You just write a better composition and nothing else." Yes! I am really useless. I don't know why I came to this world to be such a useless person! Do I still have friends? I used to think I had countless friends around me. But, is there ... real? It was not until that day that I heard her say, "Don't friends use each other?" Looking at her disdainful eyes and listening to her indifferent words, I realized that I didn't have any friends.
As you said, I don't have a tall man, I don't have slender fingers, I don't have an angelic voice and face. As for me, I can only read my favorite chapters to myself in a hoarse voice, and I can only show myself articles written with short fingers.
At least ... I can respect myself.
5. The text of Dad's Teacher was changed into a composition. Dad often tells me about his first teacher, and whenever he mentions it, he always praises it. But I haven't met his teacher.
The opportunity has finally come. Dad invited his teacher to visit us on Teacher's Day. Perhaps it is to let his teacher know how to teach his children well, so he is very strict with me. For example, my every move has standards, and every sentence has rules. Dad is like a director. It's disappointing to teach me this and that again and again. I haven't seen it yet. I have a hoop on my head.
My first task is to meet the guests at the door with my grandfather. I was impatient when my grandfather pointed to a stout old man in the distance and said to me, "That man in gray is your father's teacher." I exclaimed, "Coming!" "Dad rushed out to meet him, while ruthlessly stared at me, and I thought of the" hoop curse "on my head.
Dad accompanied the teacher to drink and chat. According to my father's arrangement in advance, I quietly poured wine for the teacher and stole a look at the old man from time to time. Watching him drink happily, I really can't see how much more knowledgeable he is than my grandfather. He put down his glass, looked me up and down, and praised me for being smart, polite and promising. My father was very proud, but he put on a serious face and taught me: "My teacher is knowledgeable and he will always be my teacher." I had to nod, but I thought to myself, "How many times have you said these things? Why bother?" Rdquo's father went on to say, "He is my teacher, that is, your teacher. Ask the teacher if you don't understand. " Don't say, I really have a problem that I haven't figured out. Today is a coincidence. So, I immediately chimed in and said, "Teacher, let me ask you something. I heard the teacher say that there are treasures where the phoenix falls, but the teacher also said that there are no phoenixes in the world. Why is this? " The teacher put the teacup to his mouth, but he didn't drink or put it down, as if he were meditating. I was quietly waiting for an answer when I heard a bang. My father squatted down and slammed the cup on the table, and the tea spilled out. His bulging eyes are really scary "How rude! What a shame!" Listening to my father's reprimand, I was confused, but I also knew that I was in trouble. This makes me regret it. I really shouldn't listen to my father and talk too much. You see, I didn't ask questions, but I made a lot of complaints in vain. Fortunately, the teacher's face slowly filled with laughter. He sipped his tea gently, scolded and advised his father, "How can you be so angry with the child? There is nothing wrong with children. Asking a question is like growing a bud of knowledge on a small tree. Won't your parting affect his future success? I can't answer that. Afraid of what? Needless to say, even scientists can't understand the truth. Why do you do research when you know everything? I have been a teacher all my life, and I like such students. Such children will be more promising in the future and we should be happy. " Dad listened respectfully, his face turned half cloudy, and then the clouds cleared. Dad pulled me to his side and kept stroking my head. I feel liberated and comfortable all over.
Later, whenever I mentioned this to my father, my father always said with a little fear, "I'm so worried." I almost let you spoil the good thing that day. " But the tone is full of apologies. Up to now, although I have only met this teacher once, I can't forget it. Really, a teacher is a teacher after all, just like a teacher who has taught me for many years. This is my father's and mine.
6. My favorite teacher (father, mother, brothers and sisters, grandparents) Zhang is the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 2, Renmin Road Primary School, and also my first teacher. Teacher Zhang is in his forties, of medium build, with a straight face and watery eyes, which always gives people a feeling of natural beauty.
"Since we stepped into the school gate, we have lived by the teacher's side, from a crying child to a wise teenager …" Every time I sing this song, I will think of my dearest teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang often tells her classmates to be good after class, which makes us feel very kind and warm like our mother. I like Chinese class very much, because teacher Zhang's class is particularly lively and interesting, and my classmates and I listen to each class with relish.
In order to cultivate the flowers of the motherland, Mr. Zhang devoted all his energy and painstaking efforts to education. The exam is coming, and Mr. Zhang has worked harder. In our exercise books, Mr. Zhang carefully corrects them with a red pen and never misses any corner of the exercise books. The dense scarlet letter fills every blank in our exercise book. Every time I see these scarlet letters, I feel sad. This is not a scarlet letter. It is clearly the painstaking efforts of Teacher Zhang. Drip into my heart, accompany me to grow up day by day. Teacher Zhang is getting thinner and thinner. She poured her efforts into our exercise books and injected them into our lives. Her life is for me, for you and for him.
In this way, Mr. Zhang has trained a group of students with feelings and intentions, and all the places needed by the motherland have gone. I decided to study hard in the future and repay my beloved teacher Zhang with excellent results.
7. Write a composition praising the teacher. (My father is a teacher) 800 words. The window in the middle of the night is the brightest, the road in the morning is the earliest, and the three-foot platform is the most romantic. This is you-a glorious people's teacher!
As a people's teacher, you have nothing to ask but to impart knowledge to lovely students. There is nothing lovely about you, you just want to devote yourself to the cause you love. From youth to white hair, for decades, you have embarked on a beautiful life track with your loyalty to the party, the people and education!
The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your lighthouse, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever the students of the new year arrive, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduates will let you send them away with tears. Only by imparting knowledge to them can they swim in the ocean of knowledge, and only by teaching them how to be human can they make more contributions to society. You are a diligent gardener, looking forward to the flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the garden! In a small classroom, you teach them how to write their own names, and you melt the whole world into their hearts. From scratch, from now on, groups of students are downloading Mercedes-Benz handsome horses with your help!
Small chalk is your hands, depicting the blueprint in your heart. The * * * in the class is the charge horn on your journey, leaving the sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for students' excellent grades, and you will patiently explain to students with poor grades. These are your children, and you can't bear to leave any of them behind. You forgot to eat and sleep for the children, you dedicated yourself to the children, and you gave your heart to them for the children. That's it, you burn yourself, that's it, you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to pay!
How many days and nights have you been awake, and how many ups and downs. Leave the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people's teacher! You will give knowledge wings to a child who is learning English, and you will educate naughty students into useful people. All the joys and sorrows, laughter and gratitude will make you sweet forever.
Many years later, when you see the classmates around you, you will hold their hands one by one with excited tears and never let go for a long time. When you see what they have learned, you will give them encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make your heart eternal.
You are so selfless and regretless, and you burn yourself so much. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work and sweat have not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am a people's teacher!
8. Pupils' composition: Dad is really difficult. The teacher wrote an ancient poem, "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick". Whenever I think of this famous poem, I will think of our amiable and respectable teachers, who, like candles, burn themselves silently, but illuminate others. What impressed me most was Mr. You, who taught Chinese in our class.
You have been teaching us for almost two years. When she doesn't teach our class, our class's Chinese score keeps counting down in the whole grade. It was not until Mr. You became the Chinese teacher in our class that our grades made rapid progress. In the mid-term exam of grade four, our total score ranked first in grade four. This is the result of teacher you's efforts.
I remember once, I came to school early in the morning. I was shocked when I walked into our classroom. I saw Mr. You decorating our teacher's room alone, because we had a "warm classroom" activity. I saw Mr. You pick up one nail after another ... There was a pile of papers and compositions beside her. Her eyes are bloodshot and she coughs from time to time. I asked Mr. You, ".
Teacher You said while doing what he was doing, "I stayed up all night last night just to grade your paper. After grading, I have to decorate the classroom. How to rest? "
I asked Teacher You to have a rest, and she said, "It doesn't matter. A class is like a home. It must be beautifully decorated. Otherwise, it is called a warm classroom. "
After the first class in the morning, I went to the teacher's office to hand in my notebook. I thought Mr. You would sleep. However, instead of falling asleep, he is writing a blog for us. I typed 15 when I looked at the page number. I heard from the teacher next to me that Mr. You went to several stores to get "colorful reading and writing" today, and his feet were almost twisted.
In class, when Mr. You tells a text, he will first read it in a crisp voice, and then slowly analyze it paragraph by paragraph, so that we can understand why the author wrote this article, realize the truth and deepen our memory. Teacher You's wonderful and unique teaching method made us listen with relish. I didn't like Chinese originally, so I began to have a strong interest in Chinese, so my grades have been unstable from the past to the present and I can keep above 80 points.
Our achievements have made such great progress, which is inseparable from Mr. You's hard work. Chinese is inseparable from doing more and practicing more. Teacher You takes pains to explain different types of reading analysis to us every day, especially the feelings in reading analysis. In the past, the students' compositions in our class were not up to standard. In order to solve this problem, Mr. You writes a composition for us to write every week, and tells us, "You should write more and change more. Good composition is made by practice." The so-called multi-ability, now our class's ability has improved a lot.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your contributions to us! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. Teacher, seeing your figure, I want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard."
Mom is really hard.
My mother has long black hair and a pair of eyes that always inspire me. She is undoubtedly the hardest person in my family.
Mom is an English teacher, and busy work often makes her look exhausted. In the evening, my mother is often busy preparing lessons. After staring at the computer for a long time, she buried herself in correcting students' papers. I watched and found that my mother's eyes were very tired, but she didn't want to stop to have a rest at all. Obviously, how much mother cares about her group of students!
In order to cultivate me, my mother tried her best. Last year, I ushered in the "war" of the grade examination. It's my mother again. She taught me grammar, looked up words and did exercises for me ... During that time, my mother was really hard. I remember one night, I made a mock test paper and made many mistakes. My mother took the trouble to explain to me patiently until half past ten in the middle of the night. Coming out of the bathroom after a bath, I found my mother was too tired and fell asleep on the sofa. I looked at my mother lovingly and thought: My mother goes to work during the day and helps me review my lessons at night. It's really hard!
Mother is a responsible teacher and a great mother. On the occasion of Women's Day, I want to say to my mother loudly: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
9. There is an urgent need for a poem thanking teachers or parents. There is a saying that is the kindest and a telephone that is the most beautiful. There is one person who should be most grateful. She is "mother". He is the "father". My mother has thick hands. She touched my father lightly. He gave my mother's eyes back to her directly. She gave her bright eyes to my father. The wrinkles are deep.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you. Yes, parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity; Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor. If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail.
The last Thursday in June 1 1 is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, my grateful heart and gratitude will remain in my heart forever. We keep all our goodwill in mind.
Let's say "thank you". Yes, there are too many people to thank on our growth path, because they let us live a happy life, because they let us grow up carefree, and we laugh in the sunshine of great love. People who thrive and are always grateful under the nourishment of human true feelings are the happiest, and life with gratitude is the sweetest. Learn to be grateful-thank my parents. Because they gave me precious life, I learned to be grateful-to my teachers, because they gave me endless knowledge, I learned to be grateful-to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties, I learned to be grateful-grateful for everything around me, because they gave me a harmonious and healthy growth space for us to learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, and live with gratitude.
10. Third grade composition: (Dad) Teacher's Day, Father's Day.
"Tick! Tick tock! ..... "The clock is still running at night, and I can't sleep in bed. I vaguely heard my father's computer typing. "Answer! Answer! Answer! ..... "I know dad will stay up late tonight!
Early in the morning, after breakfast, I watched my father drive to work.
When I got to school, my father told me repeatedly as usual: "Be serious and study hard, don't think about playing video games all day;" Do what the teacher told me ... "I didn't understand before, but I always turned a deaf ear;" But when I grow up, I gradually understand that my father wants me to work hard and study hard, so that I can find a good job, have a good living condition and get ahead in the torrent of competition. Dad also often said: Have fun when you should play, concentrate when you should study, and don't be distracted.
Every evening, my mother will call my father and ask, "Will you come back for dinner?" But dad often says, "I have another meeting." When dad comes home, he will go to see grandpa first, so dad is often as busy as a bee, but no matter how busy he is, going to see grandpa is his daily trip, rain or shine. Every time I do my homework, I often hear my parents talk about my grandfather. From the father's point of view, his father had no choice but to send his sick grandfather to a nursing home. Father was very sad that day. As children, we should take care of ourselves and not add to his burden!
Mom and dad regard my sister and I as the apple of their eyes, and they still do. Sometimes I can hear them anxiously discussing my grades and performance at school. Dad always loves "gossip", and sometimes he takes out cute photos of my childhood and looks at them with a bright smile on his face. At school, as long as I don't do well in the exam, my father always says, "son, don't lose heart and don't give up." Failure is a stepping stone to success. " Therefore, which parent is not "looking for a child to become a dragon, looking for a woman to become a phoenix!"
Whenever I lie in bed in the dead of night, my father always quietly covers me with a warm quilt and leaves quietly. Dad! I know you are tired today, too. It's time to rest. Good Night!