A 600-word essay on my Chinese teacher, first grade of junior high school (1)
Teacher Fu is my first Chinese teacher since I entered junior high school.
I remember when I first entered school, I saw a tall teacher in the crack of the door. At that time, I didn’t know what she taught. I shouted and entered this strange class. I saw many strangers, which made me feel very lonely. But when I was sitting in my seat listening to Teacher Fu explain to us, I saw her gentle eyes, which made me feel extremely warm, as if a piece of ice in my heart was "melted" by her.
Gradually, I "liked" her, because she always brought me warmth, and that warmth was like a furnace in my heart.
Teacher Fu wears glasses. The most enviable thing about her is her long black hair hanging on her shoulders, making her look extraordinarily beautiful. We gradually got to know each other, and I got to know her teaching methods and personality. In fact, although Teacher Fu sometimes looks serious with a straight face, she is not a strict person.
One time, Teacher Fu called me to the front and asked me to recite an ancient poem. My mastery of it was not very strong at that time. I felt nervous for fear of making a mistake. After I finished writing, I checked it and thought there was no problem. And it was precisely because of my carelessness that when Teacher Fu checked me, she found that my author had been written incorrectly and she circled it with a red pen. She walked up to me and said to me that the content of your ancient poem was all correct, only the author made it wrong. I stretched out my hand and I stretched out my left hand. Teacher Fu hit me with the wooden stick. I almost cried in pain. , but I didn’t cry because I knew the teacher was kind to me, so who could let myself down?
After class, this class was for recess exercises, and the teacher asked us to go out and line up. I covered the hand that had been spanked for the first time with my hand and walked out. On the way, I secretly glanced at my hand and saw it was red, probably because it was swollen! Several of my classmates were beaten. None of us blamed the teacher but said we were not up to par.
We learned a lesson from this time. The second time the teacher asked me to write ancient poems silently, I made no mistakes, and so did the other students. Teacher Fu was very happy to see it, and he followed The expressions on our faces when we were all wrong last time were completely different, and we were particularly happy when the teacher praised us.
Yes, we are like Teacher Fu’s children. Every day we make a step forward, she always has a smile on her face.
Teacher, I understand your hard work. You worry about us every day, and a few strands of white hair grow on your head. Teacher, you are my second mother.
Chinese teacher, thank you for your hard work, you will always be my second mother!
A 600-word essay on my Chinese teacher, Grade 1 (Two)
Now that I am a middle school student, I have to face a new school, a new teacher, and a new Classmates..., speaking of new teachers, I think the Chinese teacher left a deep impression on me.
My Chinese teacher is Teacher Xiang. Teacher Xiang may be in his early forties, but his hair is dark. People who don’t know must think Teacher Xiang is only in his thirties. Teacher Xiang has thick black eyebrows, a tall nose, and thick lips. He looks so kind and friendly. Teacher Xiang is still a very optimistic person. When he communicates with us, he always feels a trace of humor, which adds joy to our lives.
Teacher Xiang also has a habit of saying "ugly things first". I remember that in a Chinese class last week, Teacher Xiang told us some of his past things. He said that he He knew how to hit people, and he also said that he and another teacher from our school had beaten many students when they were teaching elsewhere. Therefore, he hopes that we will not let him hit students again, and we also hope that Teacher Xiang will not hit anyone again, because no one wants to be beaten.
Teacher Xiang is also a very studious person and good at taking notes. Because Teacher Xiang once told us that the excerpts from his high school days are still intact. By now, Teacher Xiang’s copybooks can be piled up into a small mountain. It can be seen that Teacher Xiang is a very educated teacher. Now, Teacher Xiang asked us to also buy excerpts to excerpt beautiful articles and elegant poems.
This is our Chinese teacher, Teacher Xiang. I believe that we will cooperate very happily in the past three years and spend these three years of junior high school life happily. I think Teacher Xiang will definitely treat We teach people who are full of poems and books.
A 600-word essay on my Chinese teacher, Grade 1 (3)
If someone asked me what a good teacher looks like in my mind? A figure like this will immediately appear in my mind: a figure in his thirties, with a tall figure, curly black hair, and a pair of glasses on a delicate face, looking so elegant and elegant. This is my Chinese teacher - Teacher Zhao.
Teacher Zhao is my Chinese teacher from grade one to grade four and is also our class teacher. She is about 35 or 6 years old and has a pair of bright eyes. Whenever one of our classmates wins an award, Teacher Zhao's eyes will always shine with joy. She has a pair of glasses on her tall nose, which she wears from time to time. If you don’t wear it, you will look like a doctor when you wear it, and if you don’t wear it, you will look like a mother.
Her Chinese classes were lively, interesting and witty, which attracted us restless "little monkeys".
(m.taiks.com) I remember once when I was teaching "Prometheus Stealing Fire", Teacher Zhao found a prop similar to a "torch" from somewhere and asked the classmates to act as "Prometheus" torches. The "torch" was brought to the "human world", and we were asked to ask that "Prometheus" why he brought the "torch" to the "human world"? We learned the text during the interaction, which was very impressive and interesting.
I remember one time when I was playing with my classmates, I fell and broke my knee. Teacher Zhao treated my child like his own child. He cleaned my wounds very seriously and applied medicine carefully. Looking at Teacher Zhao’s eyes full of love and anxiety, my knees seemed to be filled with painkillers. Much relieved. Another time, I missed a class because I had a fever, and Teacher Zhao used the lunch break to help me with my homework, so that I could "catch up" with my classmates in time.
Teacher Zhao has a very broad mind, big enough to tolerate every "naughty bag" in our class. But, despite how affectionate Teacher Zhao is to us, once we make a mistake, Teacher Zhao will become very strict. He will first frown his thin eyebrows and start asking "Why?" "How is it?" "Bombarding", then raised his slender eyebrows, and explained the truth with sincerity, and everyone was convinced.
This is Teacher Zhao who we all like very much. She cares for us with love like a mother, supervises us with stern eyes, and persuades us with persuasive principles; she is so amiable to us. , so that we can't help but express our heartfelt love and respect for her; she loves to be persuasive and tireless. Dear Teacher Zhao, you are a good friend of all of us, and a good teacher in my mind.