My teacher's second-grade composition 1 If there is one person in the world who has the power to turn a cocoon into a butterfly, it must be her-my class teacher asked the teacher. -inscription
I don't have outstanding looks and fluent eloquence. At least before the second day of junior high school, I felt so inferior. If Class 87 is compared to a big tree, I am the most inconspicuous leaf. From winter to autumn, I experienced the process of germination, growth, swaying and finally being alone. In fact, even I think it is a state of blind consumption. Who doesn't want attention? But who can appreciate my Bole?
No matter whether you succeed or fail, time will not stop for you. In a blink of an eye, I have gone through fifteen spring and autumn periods. I have been promoted to the second day of junior high school and met teacher Xiang. She is also very ordinary, with a broad forehead and a high nose, showing the unique intelligence of talented women in the East.
Sitting in the last row, that is, the position closest to the' Health Corner', I looked at her blankly. I really hope she can come over and even give me a smile. I will be excited for a long time. But will she understand what I think? This is wishful thinking.
In this way, the first class is over. Originally sentimental, I feel extremely heavy at the moment, as if tears were in my eyes. I'm too lazy to listen to the next Chinese class. After she taught us to translate Upper Zhong Yong, I even dreamed that my Bole caught a dead tiger. I don't know how long it took, but she woke me up. Although I was a little scared, I straightened up and didn't answer her question when I remembered her indifferent attitude towards me last class. Actually, I can't. I know nothing about classical Chinese. At this time, my face is still very hot and my heart is quite uncomfortable. I made a fool of myself on the first day of school. Hey, there will be a good life in the future. But I have to get used to this forgetful teacher.
I can't imagine what happened afterwards. Although she said she treated me equally, he seemed to treat me like Cinderella. In the later days, she paid more attention to me. She asked me questions in every Chinese class, which made me more attentive. Coupled with her encouragement, I made rapid progress. The most important thing is that when she called me Chinese, my Chinese won the first place in the whole school and my composition won the city's grand prize. I never dreamed that I had achieved such brilliant results when I went back. Not only that, but now I am cheerful every day and my popularity is surprisingly good.
She is my Bole, and she is the couple I have been looking for to make my life better.
Speaking of teachers, my first thought is Sister Ka (Teacher Zhou Xiaoka), who is my most unforgettable teacher.
At the beginning of the seventh grade, I thought our head teacher would be an old and fierce veteran cadre, an old man or something. As a result, a beautiful and energetic little sister walked into the classroom. Later, she became our sister! Gnome male-",I feel kind and happy when I hear it.
She likes to wear a white shirt and a black skirt. She has long black hair tied in a ponytail, dangling behind her head, and a sweet smile on her face. She is a lovely little girl with a playful image.
At that time, she watched most of the evening self-study in our class, and almost all other classes were watched by the classroom teacher, and the head teacher rested in the office. I think it's strange. Later, I heard that it was because our class was too noisy that other teachers didn't want to watch the post-revision, so the class teacher was responsible for the post-revision. Now that I think about it, it's really hard for her to be the head teacher of our class.
In the first volume of the seventh grade, once, we were so noisy that the teacher couldn't attend class. The teacher stopped class and waited for us for a few minutes. After we calmed down, we began to say, "Do you know how hard the head teacher in your class is?"? I came the earliest and left the latest. I often can't sleep for you, and I almost got depression for a while. You, you really don't know or understand your class teacher at all. You are still so fond of playing that you don't know anything. " Finally, the teacher said categorically, "Who taught you the class? It's unlucky for eight generations to meet a student like you!" "At that time, we were not alert, but felt that the teacher had gone too far.
Book 2, Grade 7, we know that Teacher Zhou is leaving. Although she said it was because of family reasons, I think it was because we put too much pressure on her. Alas! Everything is irreversible, and we really should correct our mistakes. Miss Zhou left, but we remembered her kindness to us bit by bit and kept all the goodness in our hearts. I really appreciate her. She feels our noise every day, but she never dislikes us and treats us well every day.
Now it's the second volume of the eighth grade, and I still remember the seventh grade. Now some people come and go, right or wrong, and we are much better than before. I want to sincerely say to Sister Ka, "Look, Sister Ka, our Class Six is much better than before, and our grades are much better than before. We have gradually understood the teacher's intention and become more and more sensible. If you are still here, we will never, never make you angry again. "
It's a pity that she has left. If she were still here, she would be happy and proud of us!
The teacher's second grade composition 3, how time flies! Unconsciously, we have been in middle school for two months. For the new students, the new teacher also has a general understanding, but my favorite is our Chinese teacher, so I will introduce you to a humorous, knowledgeable and thoughtful teacher! (at the beginning, lead to the following. )
My Chinese teacher, surnamed Cao, is a male teacher. He is about thirty years old, of medium build and well-proportioned. He always likes to wear a black casual trench coat, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of shiny black casual shoes that are polished all day. A shiny black hair, a few strands of curly hair, a broad forehead, and a few fine lines in the corner of my eyes when I smile, (shh! I guess people who like to laugh are prone to fine lines. There are a pair of bright eyes under thick black eyebrows, a pair of black-rimmed myopia glasses on a straight nose, and a glib mouth. The teacher's biggest hobby is playing basketball, and he plays it very well! Portrait description and transition leave a deep impression on readers and are worth learning! )
Our teacher Cao is usually humorous. (The central sentence makes the paragraph format clear and worth learning! ) Once after class, his classmates asked him, "Teacher, how tall is it? How old are you this year? " The teacher smiled and said to him, "Can you tell others your height and age?" This is a man's secret. Remember to ask such a question next time. Don't forget to buy me candy first, and then I'll tell you! "
Teacher Cao's way of dealing with problems is different from that of other teachers. (The central sentence is the same as above. ) In a class, the teacher was talking about writing skills, telling us to write static things, live things, and be energetic. At this time, my class Chen slipped the number, and the result was discovered by Teacher Cao, and the teacher did not directly criticize it. He just gave us an example: "if Chen in our class writes a composition, if we can put a static one, then he looks at him with a smile." Looking up at Mr. Chen secretly, he seemed to understand the teacher's intention, so he immediately nodded and sat down, never sneaking around again.
Teacher Cao is also very knowledgeable. (The central sentence is the same as above. ) Not only do you often tell us knowledge outside books in class, but you also often tell us knowledge about geography and history after class! But recently, it was discovered that Mr. Cao has a skill that other male teachers don't have, that is, sewing! Just a few days ago, our class was selected for the physical education class Assessment Class. The school requires every student in the class to have a number and sew the number on the chest of the clothes. The head teacher asked us to take the needle and thread one day in advance, so we brought it to school because we couldn't go home to sew on the day of the issuance. During the break, the students began to sew. Don't mention it, we don't even have a needle and thread at home. I don't know where to start. Some skilled people have started sewing, but some people are tied behind their hands and some people sew clothes on tablecloths. Detail description makes the article vivid and worth learning. ) At this time, Teacher Cao came to our class and saw that we were all thumbs. He started sewing clothes for us without saying anything. Watching his skilled needle and thread constantly cross between clothes and numbers, classmates, you look at me and I look at you, and I admire him in my heart. I didn't expect Mr. Cao to sew! Look at the place where he finished sewing, it's all a straight line, and the stitches are all the same size, no less than my grandmother's needlework! (The structure of the article is concise and detailed. This passage is rich in life and human feelings, and it is worth learning! You can omit the second paragraph in the exam, the article directly constitutes a slightly fine structure, and the transition of portrait description can also be condensed, understand? )
I am proud of having such a good teacher. Do you like such a teacher? At the end of the rhetorical question, it is thought-provoking and worth learning! )
My teacher's composition is in grades 4 and 2, and I am a repeat student. School started, and a new class came, all taught by new teachers. The next class is geography, and I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. Because my former head teacher taught geography, I am very theoretical. I wonder what happened to the teacher this time? ……
My new teacher.
I am a repeat student. I started school and came to a new class. The teachers are all new here. The next class is geography, and I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. Because my former head teacher taught geography, I am very theoretical. I wonder what happened to the teacher this time?
During the break, I asked my classmates, "Who was your former geography teacher?" He replied, "I don't remember, but it was a man." Feeling a little depressed, I thought: I hope to change teachers! The bell rang, and we all sat in our seats, quietly waiting for the teacher to arrive.
At this moment, a figure flashed from the corner of my eye. "The geography teacher is a woman." A voice sounded from my side. It turned out that he saw the teacher through the back door glass. That figure, I feel deja vu, covered with high hair, although only for a moment, I still think of that person. It can't really be her! My heart became excited. That figure, I am absolutely not mistaken, it is her, it must be her! The door of the classroom was pushed open and a familiar figure came in. It's really her. I was so excited that I quietly said to my classmates next to me, "She was my former class teacher, which is great." When the teacher first saw me, he smiled at me and began to introduce himself.
When the electrical teacher turned on the computer, the teacher suddenly asked me, "Song Lindong, do you feel better?" I don't know how to answer "well, no". A year later, the teacher is as gentle and considerate as before. I am very grateful in my heart. The students were surprised and whispered, "I know you." The teacher seemed to hear it, so he briefly introduced it, and the students understood it at once. From then on, I became the big brother in the eyes of my classmates. The mood of that class can only be said to be excited and excited, too excited to be expressed in words.
Since then, I like geography even more, not only because of this very familiar "new" teacher, but also because of his concern and love for me.
The teacher's teaching is like a never-ending fragrance to me, but it makes me feel like a spring breeze with endless warmth, which awakens the spring of my life and sees endless love and hope.
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The pace of the mid-term is approaching, but my state is "bad" and my grades have fallen to another situation. Continuous mock exams, like cold and hard rocks, have worn away what little courage I have left. I asked myself in my mind: where is the way out? Where is the light? Where is the future? ..... However, only endless silence and nothingness answered me.
The night before the mid-term exam, I was sick, shivering with cold, and there seemed to be countless stars hovering around my head. That night, I spent in suffering. The next morning, on the day of the mid-term exam, a familiar and kind voice in the restaurant rang in my ear. She said, "Are you okay? Don't be too nervous about the midterm exam today. It is not good to be too nervous. There is a bag of coffee on my desk. Take it! " I raised my dizzy head and saw a more touching look than hope and a warmer smile than the spring breeze. In this way, I picked up the coffee bag full of care and greetings, dragged my feverish body and got into the door of the third examination room.
During the exam, I was too uncomfortable to write an answer. The invigilator will call you when he sees this. At this time, you were not so gentle in the morning, but said to me in a stern tone: "Have a good exam!" " Then he came back and said, "It's hard. If you can't hold on, just tell me. " I listened to your words and gave a good answer, so I got a score that is not low now. Thank you teacher! If it weren't for you, I might have given up long ago.
At noon that day, I vomited in the examination room because of physical discomfort. I was ashamed at that time. Although I have cleaned the examination room, I still feel sorry for the teachers in Class Three and for you. After the exam, I apologize to you immediately. You just said, "Never mind, just clean it up." At that time, I was shocked by your tolerance and sea-like mind. You taught me tolerance.
The exam results came out, and I fell behind by more than 70 places. Time is like a rubber band, which has been pulled for a long and uncomfortable time. As night fell, the bell rang and I walked out of the classroom. Leng Yue's light was brutally sprinkled on the rough wall, revealing unspeakable sadness and loneliness. A fresh moisture surged in the air, drilling into every pore of my body and strangling my remaining nerves. I kept asking myself, "What should I do in the future, what should I do ...? "
That night, you said to the whole class, "Everyone is frustrated sometimes, but as long as you have the courage to stand up again, you will be brilliant at the end of the term!" " I thought to myself, yes! Believe in yourself, believe in the future, even if the cool breeze blows gently outside, I can't blow away my full of blood, only my troubles and worries, leaving behind my beliefs and hopes. Sometimes, the fragrance of a rose can call the whole spring, and now I am running on the road of life with flowers in full bloom. ...
I would like to take my teacher's instruction, see the sun, moon and stars with that fragrance, see the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and conquer everything in life. On the road of life, I will go forward bravely, braving the wind and waves until I reach the distance I want.
With the beginning of the new semester, a large group of us began to complain all day. Since the second semester, physical education class three times a week has become the last class we want to face, because we have a new PE teacher. The class content is rich and the training intensity is strong. Like a boulder on our hearts. Every night in the circle of friends, I can see everyone's complaints about Loy and all kinds of rhetoric about not wanting to go to physical education class. In this way, Loy lived deeply in our hearts.
The most terrible thing is that since we changed our PE teacher, we have never missed a section of physical education class, such as rain. It always rains in our class. I wonder if it's a coincidence. Without physical education class, it was sweltering all day, followed by heavy rain, but the next day in physical education class, it was always sunny in Wan Li, and we could only sweat on the runway. Sometimes, even after physical education class, it began to rain cats and dogs. We could only sit in the classroom and look out the window, listening to the sound of rain washing the leaves. This is one of Alai's strengths. He can control the time of precipitation, so that it can avoid every section of physical education class perfectly and successfully.
After the regular warm-up and warm-up exercises before class, Alai always says, "Girl leg press! Boys on the runway! " When we watched the boys running around the playground and were glad that we didn't have to run, Loy's next words sounded the alarm for us, "Girls go to the runway!" . I really don't know how to cherish my passion for jade, but because of Loy's compulsion, no matter how nervous and reluctant we are, we still got on the runway obediently, and finally accelerated to the finish line with Loy's whistle, waiting for the next set of timed runs. Strangely, Loy didn't say that overtime would be punished, just a meaningful and incomprehensible smile, and we still tried to run. In normal times, this completely violates our habit of doing nothing and doing less. This question has not been answered so far. For me, Loy's smile is too penetrating. Whenever he laughs, I have a bad feeling. In order to avoid Loy's smile perfectly, we can only try our best. You see, even Loy's smile has great power.
Thanks to these forces, whenever we mention physical education class and Loy, we feel as if we are possessed, and our mood is extremely heavy, and we wish to dismember him. But it's also a blessing to Toalai. It is precisely because of his intensive training that we don't waste every minute that our sports performance has been greatly improved and we can be in the forefront of the times as a whole. Loy's strength actually helped us a lot.
My teacher is tall and thin, with long hair and beautiful big eyes, full of care and love for us, and there are endless stories hidden under the simple appearance. She is our head teacher, Miss Wang.
Although Miss Wang is an ordinary teacher, she plays an extraordinary leading role-she loves us children in her own way. Although our class is not top-notch, she didn't leave us alone, but managed to teach us a lot. Near the final exam, she always uses humorous and vivid language to make us less nervous.
After class, she never delayed and let us breathe fresh air in the corridor without hesitation. The students in the next class looked at us with envy. Every time she attends class, she devotes herself to her study, so that everyone can treat boring homework with a happy mood. Although there are Chinese classes every day, students will cherish every Chinese class. It seems that she is not like a teacher, but a mother who cares for her students with true feelings.
Teacher Wang is still very humorous. I remember once in class, Mr. Wang was checking a classmate's endorsement. First, Mr. Wang asked, "Where is the liver in the human body?" Because his classmates didn't finish their homework, he was speechless and casually pointed to the right half of his chest. At this moment, Teacher Wang said softly, "Look, the first Martian in our class was born!" " "The students burst into laughter, and Mr. Wang solved the embarrassment with humorous language. Since then, students have taken the endorsement homework more seriously.
Teacher Wang exchanged his hard work and sweat for our knowledge and success; Teacher Wang opened the way for us and guided us forward with his own words and deeds in class; Teacher Wang is a big tree. We are like leaves on a tree, which thrive under nourishment. Once we leave our teacher, we will be like fish out of water, unable to survive. The teacher's love for us flows in the campus, and her love makes us thrive!
My teacher, Mr. Kang, is now my junior middle school Chinese teacher. She is a female teacher in her thirties. In my eyes, she is a strict teacher, a helpful friend and my guide.
"Sitting together" is my deepest and most feared punishment. When I first entered junior high school, once, the teacher went out for a meeting, and several activists in the classroom felt that there was an opportunity and began to make mischief. At first I whispered, then you pushed me and I pushed you, and then I reached the climax. The whole classroom was filled with their laughter. The "clang" door was pushed open and a female teacher rushed in angrily: "You, you, stand up for me!" The teacher's eyes at this time are as fierce as an eagle, as if to kill everything. These activists dare not raise their heads. I thought to myself, now you will feel better. "People around you stand up!" Everyone's eyes are wide open. "You people copy the ten poems at the end of the book ten times!" Every word is powerful, as if to tell us that her words are beyond doubt. "Why? I didn't speak again! " The students are whispering to each other. Perhaps the teacher saw our incomprehension and proudly explained the reason to us: "This is the Left-wing League, an ancient punishment system ..." What a Left-wing League! What a good teacher! There are 10 thousand people in my heart who refuse to accept it, but they still have to "serve their sentences". Then several similar incidents happened. The teacher threw us all over the floor, begging for mercy. No one dares to be arrogant in front of her anymore. Unexpectedly, this punishment method has been adjusted to dictation: as long as someone in the group is wrong, the whole group will follow suit! I can only sigh sadly: "teacher, give us a break!" " "
In fact, in retrospect, I feel that the teacher's punishment at that time was very severe, but it was of great benefit to us, which really made our group consciousness and class cohesion stronger.
Over time, I think the teacher is no longer so strict, but she is our friend.
After class, Mr. Kang talked and laughed with us, and the students shared their interesting or strange experiences with the teacher. At this time, the strict teacher in the past could not help laughing, his eyes were as gentle as the moon, and a row of white teeth were exposed. Now there seems to be a warm current flowing in his heart. I remember in a music class, the music teacher inadvertently talked about the songs sung by Mr. Kang. At this time, "Speak of the devil", and Mr. Kang just came in through the back door. We all looked at Mr. Kang. "Mr. Kang, sing a song!" A classmate shouted out, "Sing one! Sing a song! " We followed, and Mr. Kang's face turned red. Finally, under our eager expectation, Mr. Kang finally spoke: "It was not pleasing to the eye when I first saw you, but then we became so close …" That song was so soft and beautiful that my heart seemed to rise and fall with it. At the end of the song, people scattered, and I was still intoxicated with it. The classroom has been filled with applause.
"Teachers are engineers of the human soul" is good. Teacher Kang not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us the truth of being a man. When she first entered school, she taught us how to be grateful. Later, she used the time of self-study class to appreciate Bi Shumin's Remind Happiness with Us, which inspired us to enjoy life and cherish happiness. I still hear the voice of the teacher reciting this article in that class. ...
Every time I recall the dribs and drabs of Mr. He Kang, my mouth will rise. Teacher Kang, my good teacher, thank you!
My second grade teacher's composition 9 looks like a mountain peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights. Don't bother the teacher's strict requirements, just because I am in this class.
Wonderful! Wonderful! Who is the teacher in the poem above? Hey, hey, there are seven of us. The teacher of Class Five.
You see, that short female teacher is my head teacher and Chinese teacher, and everyone respects her. She is about thirty years old, with reddish-brown curly hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a kind smile. Nickname: "black test paper"; Reason: She graded the papers carefully, even if she made a little mistake, she would never be spared. Alas! No way, we have to recite poems and paragraphs that are difficult to remember, carefully distinguish the sound, form and meaning of words, and patiently ponder the structure of the text and the connotation of the work. ...
Oh, it's my math teacher (and deputy director) walking in front of me. Although he is a little fat, he is full of energy. Every day, he proudly carries his unique weapons-wooden triangles and compasses, and gives us vivid explanations of geometric problems. ...
Everyone likes math class very much, because the humorous talk of the math teacher often makes everyone laugh from ear to ear. But don't think he is a good-natured person. If someone annoys him, hey hey! You'll feel better. As the saying goes, the math teacher turned around and scared two cows by the river! Think about it, who dares to provoke? But alas! How to manage students and be a good deputy director if they are not strict?
The one with a ponytail is my English teacher. She is young and beautiful, with a pair of sweet dimples on her face when she smiles. Secretly, everyone affectionately called her "Old Maruko". She can't breathe. She often says, "I can recite all the words, so I don't have to write tonight!" " ""yes! ! ! "The classroom is full of joy." But-yes-""hmm? ""I can't dictate tomorrow, so I'll write it three times! ！” "Ah," we cried at once, "you are old-please, twice, twice?" She pull a face, "bargaining? Then five times! "alas! Stubborn! Stubborn!
My geography teacher, surnamed Qu, is tall and thin. Ah, he has an iconic action: he often runs his hands through a few locks of hair on his forehead. Several times, when he explained the map to me, I saw my hair stained with chalk crumbs. He gave vivid lectures, such as mountains, rivers, topography, climate, etc., which came to life immediately after his explanation. ...
How's it going? How are all my teachers? People are used to comparing teachers to candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. I think this is true, because I witnessed their persistence and dedication, and I was deeply moved and admired. ...
I love my teacher.
In the early morning, the teacher passed a small bridge and suddenly found a "small tree" next to it.
What a nice poplar! Say small or not, say big or not. Its trunk has been bent out of shape, but the thick lines, if you think about it, must be scraggy to the touch. The river kept beating its roots and basking in the hot sun, but even so, its strong roots lingered between cracks in the cement.
This is the character of perseverance and never giving up. This is what it wants to teach me. I used to be timid, timid, cowardly and without perseverance. I always "flinch" when I encounter difficulties, but "little tree" makes me understand how to find cracks that take root and sprout in such hard cement and how to stand between heaven and earth. Don't be timid, efforts will always pay off; Laziness will eventually give you failure. Even so, we have such a superior study life now, why not work hard?
From the initial discovery of small trees to the present, four years have passed and small trees have grown into big trees. I have been in junior high school, and I have to cross this small bridge every day, which means I can hear "the teacher's nonsense" every day.
The "teacher" grows bigger and bigger, and gradually becomes a gathering place for adults and children. Every night, there is unlimited fun here.
I remember one weekend night, I went there to play, but I saw a boy playing flute, standing under a tree and playing flute on the river. Flute melodious, gently drifting to the endless river, looking back at the tree, it is the center of all excitement, the moment when the spark stone rubs, oh, I see.
That is the tree's feedback, that is the tree's silent gratitude. When it was young, people took care of it, watered it and mowed it. It will take care of us when we grow up. Bringing us together from all directions and enjoying this happy time together is probably what the so-called "crow feeds back" means. You taught me to repay my kindness and let love spread all over the world. Tree, you are really my "teacher" in my life!
The tree is my teacher, and my teacher is a tree.