During my five-year campus life, many teachers are in the long river of my memory, and one of them has inspired me the most. Gave me infinite care. That's my math teacher, Miss Huang.
For five years, Mr. Huang has been teaching us mathematics and has formed a deep affection with his classmates. She is not tall, and several wrinkles are deeply printed in the corner of her eyes. All the students know how hard she has worked for her teaching career. She is amiable, simple and generous, and deeply loved by her classmates.
Miss Huang is a teacher who is strict with her students. Once, I only got 9 points in the math test. For many students, this score is not low, but it is a very unsatisfactory result for a person who usually gets good grades and participates in the Olympic Mathematics training. I was called to the office as soon as the test paper was handed out, and I thought to myself: I must have been criticized this time. I came to Mr. Huang's desk, and she analyzed every mistake in my test paper with me. Finally, I had to admit that it was carelessness. At this time, Mr. Huang said meaningfully, "You can answer all the questions of the Olympic Mathematics one by one. You are just too proud to take this test seriously, but you should know that you can't show your strength if your usual wisdom can't be shown in the exam. You should know that the teacher has placed infinite hopes on you. You really let me down. " There was silence around, and Miss Huang patiently educated me. "Teacher, me. I ..... "I don't know why, for a moment I couldn't say anything. I couldn't help it any longer. Tears of regret filled my eyes. I was speechless. I looked at the teacher and the test paper silently, only feeling that my eyes were getting blurred. At this time, I knew Mr. Huang's love and hope for me and my own mistakes. I sobbed and said, "I'm sorry, teacher. I'll correct it." The teacher smiled and said, "I believe you."
Miss Huang not only cares about my study, but also my life. Once after class, I played shuttlecock with several classmates, and I played the most vigorously. When the class was about to begin, Mr. Huang saw that I was sweating like a pig and said to me, "My clothes are wet, so I'm easy to catch cold. Go to the toilet and change." At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and I felt cool, but my heart was warm. Miss Huang took such a small matter to heart. How caring and considerate she was to her students!
Miss Huang, you have worked so hard for us. You are like a lamp, illuminating my future. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Miss Huang, I love you!
Part II: I can't forget my teacher.
There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating touching. Little by little love in the world can warm many people's hearts. Don't let this love turn into water drops and slip away from your hands. In my life, there is also a person who gives me warmth and nurtures my growth, my class teacher, Mr. Zhang.
I remember the second grade. I just entered the second grade. The first class teacher was her. She gave me a lot of encouragement and happiness. Her eyes could talk and constantly reminded me. At the beginning of class, I was shy and didn't dare to raise my hand until the teacher asked me to speak. I stood up slowly, lowered my head and didn't speak. She asked me to look up, and her eyes were full of encouragement. After fighting a lot of civil wars, I finally got up the courage and went on. How wonderful! This is my first speech. From then on, I actively raised my hand every day and won the envy of my classmates. I wrote a draft of "Four Good Teenagers". I wrote it carefully and thought it would be evaluated, but after a long time without news, this memory faded in my mind. But a few months later, the principal gave me a certificate of commendation, and I stood there with a grain of salt, afraid to get it. The teacher gave me a look and gave me a compliment. I smiled and ran up, feeling happy.
In a Chinese class, my deskmate and I were talking. She gave us a look and didn't get angry. I knew it was to remind us to attend class seriously, so we immediately sat upright and returned to the track of class. When the teacher saw that we were attending class seriously, her face was filled with a happy smile, and suddenly, the air in the classroom warmed up ...
The most important thing is that she is not partial, no matter what. However, this luck didn't just happen to me. Zhou Fo, the "lawless" in our class, wore a shirt on a chilly day. The teacher saw it and quickly said to him, "Why are you wearing a dress?" Did you bring any clothes? Cold not cold? I asked your grandpa to send you clothes! After that, Zhou Fo's grandfather sent a small cotton-padded jacket. You should know that the teacher's love for us is warmer than a cotton-padded jacket!
Without her, I was still a naughty child. With her, I got more and more awards, she gave me a wealth of knowledge, and she gave me excellent grades. She has been quietly working in the education post for dozens of years. She has dedicated her life selflessly to education and to her students ... She is great.
Part III: My teacher
Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, have nurtured our young saplings; Teachers, like a candle, burn themselves and illuminate others; Teachers are like ...
I have a good teacher. She is our math teacher in the third grade, Miss Hu. She is of medium height and full of vigor, just like a slim young tree in a spring morning. Her hair slopes down like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and kind eyes are as crystal clear as the stars in a clear summer night, and as clear as the streams in autumn.
Ms. Hu's class attracts us like a magnet. We all like to listen to her math class. However, she has a selfless dedication heart, and she gave all her love to us selflessly. I remember that it was the day near the final exam, and Mr. Hu was giving us a class. Suddenly, a female teacher came outside the classroom, and she cried anxiously: "Mr. Hu! Teacher Hu! " Teacher Hu walked to the door of the classroom, and the female teacher whispered a few words in her ear and left in a hurry. Teacher Hu turned pale and trembled slightly, but she soon calmed down and continued to give us lectures. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and only the kind and gentle voice of Mr. Hu echoed in the classroom. After class, we talked about it one after another. What happened to Mr. Hu's family? In the afternoon, we learned that Mr. Hu's child was sick and kept crying, and he didn't want to eat. Mr. Hu's husband took the child and went straight to the hospital. After the doctor's examination, it turned out that the child had acute pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.
the next day, I don't think Mr. Hu will come. I didn't expect to see Mr. Hu as soon as I entered the school gate. Her eyes sank deeply and her face seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Obviously, Mr. Hu didn't sleep well all night and has been taking care of the sick baby, but her face has always been smiling and looks very energetic. We all advised Mr. Hu to take care of the sick child, but she said nothing, saying that she couldn't leave us alone. In this way, for half a month, Mr. Hu has been running between the school and the hospital, never taking a class off and never being late once. In the final exam, all our classmates got good grades, but Mr. Hu lost a lot of weight.
After class, Mr. Hu often throws her black and bright braid to kick shuttlecock, jump rope and talk about singers and new things in Kan Kan ... Of course, when we encounter difficulties in our study, Mr. Hu will discuss with us like a big sister, which will benefit us a lot.
Mr. Hu, your persuasive teaching has moistened every student's heart like spring breeze. Teacher Hu, you will always be our bosom sister and our good teacher.
Part IV: My Chinese teacher
My teacher is a female teacher, about 35 years old, of medium build, with a pair of deep glasses, which shows that she is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Usually, Miss Wei always has a bright smile on her face, but when she is serious, we are afraid. She is a good teacher who is conscientious and conscientious.
Miss Wei works hard, and in order to teach us well, she often prepares lessons late into the night. Pay attention to every class. She is humorous and interesting in class, and sometimes tells some jokes, which often makes us laugh. Everyone listens with relish and enthusiasm. Teacher Wei has a heart of loving students, and often talks with poor students to help them make progress with us.
Teacher Wei cares about me a lot. On one occasion, Mr. Wei assigned me to write a composition in my hometown. I wrote it without thinking, but it turned out to be off topic. I wrote my composition in my hometown as a composition on campus. Teacher Wei smiled and said to me, "What we are asking for is the beautiful scenery of my hometown, but it is not enough for you to write about the campus. If you write about some street buildings or rivers and Tongmu Bridge in detail, this composition will be better." A few words from Mr. Wei opened my eyes. Later, I rewrote this composition, and then I showed it to Mr. Wei. Mr. Wei said that I wrote well, which was better than last time. I listened to it as sweet as honey. That's how Miss Wei coaxed us. Under her guidance, my composition got a high topic.
On one occasion, I was practicing my handwriting instead of reading in the morning class. Teacher Wei saw this and came up to me. Without criticizing me, he said to me earnestly, "It's good for you to practice your handwriting, but you can practice it after class. Don't use the morning reading time to prepare for the final exam. You should pay close attention to reading and reciting in the morning reading, because morning time is precious and people's memory is the best." Teacher Wei's words reminded me that I knew I was wrong. My face turned red, I bowed my head in shame and said hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Teacher Wei, I know I was wrong and I will definitely change it." Teacher Wei said: "It is good to know that you are wrong, and it is a good boy to change it." That's how Mr. Wei understands reason, moves with emotion and urges me to make progress.
The teacher is a diligent gardener, nurturing the flowers of the motherland; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves silently and illuminating others; Teachers are like soul engineers, accompanying us. Teacher Wei has paid too much for us. Teacher Wei cares about our affairs, just like the stars in the sky, which are countless. She gave us meticulous love, warmth and unforgettable teacher's kindness. Miss Wei is a good teacher I respect.
Article 5: A good teacher in my heart
She is Wang, tall, thin, fair-faced, with curly hair, and likes to wear blouses and jeans. This is the new teacher who just transferred to our school this year. It seems to give you a very cordial feeling. I am honored to be her student.
The teacher's attitude towards us is really kind, and there is always a kind look in his eyes. Therefore, some students who are not disciplined in class take the opportunity to "exploit the loopholes".
In a math class, Yang Zhiwen openly opposed the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher was not in a hurry or annoyed. He sat down in a chair and said to everyone, "I told you on the first day of school that whoever didn't listen carefully when I was lecturing or when my classmates answered, please ask him to be a teacher. Next, we will ask Yang Zhiwen to give us a lecture. " Then, the teacher gave him the lecture method, and with the help of the teacher and classmates, he finally finished the topic that the teacher wanted to talk about. The teacher smiled and asked him, "Do you still speak casually?" He hung his head in shame. We were afraid that he would not correct, so we secretly observed him for a few days. Unexpectedly, he really changed.
I found that the teacher is not only good at educating people, but also speaks well in class. Once, the bell rang, and we quickly ran into the classroom and sat at the desk, waiting for the teacher to tell us the second lesson "Lin Hai". When the teacher came, she asked us, "Students, you must know what the sea looks like, so have you ever seen a big forest as endless as the sea?" Today, we will walk into Daxinganling with the famous writer Lao She and enjoy the scenery there. A forest like the sea can we call it? " The students replied in unison: "Lin Hai!" By the way, it's great. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and left two beautiful words "Lin Hai" on the blackboard with white chalk.
"Next, please read the text by yourself, find out the sentences that feel kind and comfortable in the text and draw them. Ok, start ... ". We listened to that class very carefully. Under the guidance of the teacher, we seemed to be in the green ocean, enjoying the Xing 'an Mountains with pine shirts, white birch skirts and embroidered shoes, and feeling the tenderness of the mountains … we didn't even hear the bell after school.
The teacher also investigated our personal hobbies. She also said that a wide range of interests is beneficial to our healthy development. As long as it is reasonable, she will support it, but we should correctly treat its relationship with learning. No, an athlete who participated in the county sports meeting in my class said that exercise delayed learning, but the teacher said it was an opportunity to show himself ... < P > How about it? You will like our teacher after listening to it, right? Although she taught us for a short time, she left a deep impression on me.
article 6: my teacher
friends, do you know how serious our teacher Huang is in teaching? Now, let me tell you! I remember one cold winter night, I went to Xiao Zhi's house to get Selected Compositions and saw Mr. Huang correcting our compositions. I walked on to Xiao Zhi's house ┈┈
When I arrived at Xiao Zhi's house, we chatted for a while, and I went home with Selected Compositions. At this time, it was already past 1 o'clock, and the biting cold wind was blowing violently. At this time, I saw that the light in Miss Huang's house was still on. I looked inside and Miss Huang was still correcting her composition. At this time, she was wearing a fur coat, holding a red pen in her right hand and turning over our composition book in her left hand. The red pen in her right hand sometimes drew circles, sometimes wavy lines and horizontal lines. Suddenly Miss Huang began to cough, and her cough was hoarse. She put down her pen, took a few pills and poured a cup of boiled water. I almost cried out when I saw all this: Miss Huang! It's getting late. It's time for you to go to bed. It's too cold today, so you'll get sick. ┈┈
When I get home, I can't sleep in bed. I thought to myself: I have such a good teacher, how can I be so naughty and not study hard? I must turn over a new leaf, study hard and strive for excellent results to report to the teacher!
Our teacher not only teaches seriously, but also cares about his classmates.
One day, I fell ill and had a high fever. Although I had an injection and took medicine, my fever still didn't go down. Because I'm afraid I can't keep up with my studies, I still insist on going to school. In order not to let my classmates and teachers know that I was ill, I sat in my seat and reviewed my lessons carefully. When the bell rang, the teacher came in, looked around at the students, opened the textbook and came to me while reading the text. When she came to my side, she touched my forehead with her hand and said with a frown, "Xiao Ming, you are sick." I nodded, and Miss Huang called me to the office. She took out a pack of powder and a bottle of white flower oil from the drawer and brought a steaming cup of boiled water. She dripped white flower oil on her fingers and rubbed my temples. Gradually, my head feels a little less painful. The boiled water was getting cold, too. At this moment, Miss Huang poured the powder into my mouth.