My teacher's 800-word composition 1 is a little tall and slim, with shiny black shoulder-length short hair and often wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She dresses appropriately and has an indescribable charm-my Chinese teacher, I want to praise you.
The first day, I was happy for a long time in the new classroom, and an attractive figure appeared at the door: "Is XXX there?" Come out! "I realized that when I walked out of the classroom, you adjusted your black glasses and asked me to be your class representative. The first time I saw you, I seemed to see a sparkling diamond, and I was attracted by that extraordinary charm. My Chinese teacher, I have known you since then. At the same time, I have become attached to the position of representative of Chinese class and have been with you for a long time.
Formal class, class, the three-foot platform is your position, you lecture, talk about topics, or write on the blackboard, the classroom is a busy figure. In your spare time, you will chat with us, have a chat, or have a small meeting. In a class, you put forward your plan and let the students talk about a class by themselves. Interested students can send courseware through email. I am eager to try, and my heart is pounding like rain-can you say it yourself? Is the content comprehensive enough? Can I just finish a class? I'm worried about all kinds of worries. But I finally got up the courage to tell you my thoughts. With everyone's encouragement, I realized my wish to give a complete lecture for the first time. Teacher, I praise your wisdom.
That time, I got ideal results in the mid-term exam. Perhaps, you are afraid that I will be too proud after my victory, and you want to warn me of a truth in dealing with people-modesty. You lent me a biography of Su Dongpo. That weekend, I opened the book and began to understand the "three sous" of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. Three Sus, namely Su Xun, Su Shi and Su Zhe, among which Su Xun is the father of Su Shi and Su Zhe. When I discussed with my father, my father told me that "stone" refers to a small part of ancient cars, which is basically useless; And "frog" refers to the trace left by the wheel after the car passes, which is even more useless. Su Xun named his two sons this way in the hope that they would be ordinary, modest and be themselves. Teacher, I want to praise your good intentions.
Perhaps, the oil lamp on the road to growth is not so bright; Perhaps, this oil lamp can only illuminate a section of the road and several intersections. My teacher, you used your charm, your wisdom and your good intentions to build an oil lamp and light up my middle school time.
My teacher, I want to praise you.
My teacher's 800-word composition 2, "Holding a heart without taking a grass," is about you, Teacher Zhang! You face every student with your great and sincere heart, and you teach us knowledge and life truth one by one in a humorous way.
The first time I walked into your classroom in kindergarten, I was deeply attracted and fascinated by your unique teaching style. I suddenly became kind from a strange environment and became bold with your warm encouragement. I raise my hand more and more times every time. Whenever I hear other classes reading and reciting that cliche over and over again, I feel extremely proud and happy at this moment, because Mr. Zhang always puts everyone. Told us a lot of fascinating stories, which were really wonderful. Before we know it, we will not only understand it, but also recite it. After listening, we still want to hear it. We always feel that the bell comes too early.
The final exam is the most tense time for everyone, but on the contrary, review is the happiest and most relaxing time for us. Compared with other teachers, Mr. Zhang values our moral character more. At the end of each semester, she not only has little homework, but also tells us with relish "to enrich our knowledge". Every article is a historical story. You know, I like history best! I always look forward to the end of the next semester! However, we didn't relax our study. We finished our beautiful paper happily and easily!
Teacher Zhang is not only well educated, but also particularly concerned about his classmates. I remember once, my hand was broken and I had three stitches, so I couldn't move. Teacher Zhang asked after a while, "Does it hurt?" Never mind ... "; Come and help me later. She cares more about my hands than I do. She will accompany me when I go to the toilet, pay attention to me on physical education class and help me cook ... but she doesn't care about her health at all. One winter, Mr. Zhang broke his foot and needed to rest for a while. From then on, we changed a temporary class teacher, and everyone began to get used to it until ... "Hello, classmates! "The familiar voice rang in our ears again, and we stood up with our eyes wide open and shouted," Hello, Teacher Zhang! " Applause and cheers rang in the class for a long time! Teacher Zhang is worried that we can't adapt. She is not afraid of cold and pain. She came to our class early on crutches. While taking notes, she knelt on the chair and wrote carefully. At this time, my heart is sour. Although there are many notes, I dare not be careless at all.
This is ours. Miss Zhang is an ordinary Chinese teacher, but she has an extraordinary heart, which is great, selfless and sincere. Teacher Zhang, thank you!
My teacher's surname is Chen, and she is in her forties. She has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and there is a sacred majesty in her brow. She has a pair of talkative cherry mouths under her tall nose and short black hair, which is very beautiful.
I remember one time, the weather was very good and I wanted to go out to play, but the teacher assigned a lot of homework and had to finish it. After thinking for a moment, I threw my heart out, scribbled casually and went out to play, so I scribbled a few words and ran out to play. The next day, when the teacher collected the homework and corrected it, I felt uneasy. As I expected, the teacher called my name and I strode to the podium. The teacher pointed to my notebook and said seriously, "As an honor student, you made so many mistakes in your homework. What about the exam? " ? Look at the tiger's tiger nature. It's the third time I've been wrong. What if the exam is wrong again? Go back and copy it a hundred times. "
After listening to the teacher's words, my head sank lower and embarrassment and shame burned on my face. I know Mr. Chen is uncompromising and can't be joking. Although I didn't say anything, I was already whispering: I was wrong three times, yes, the fourth time. I didn't care when I took the exam. Copy it a hundred times and ten times is enough! Although I thought so in my heart, I copied it carefully for a hundred times. When I corrected the tiger with the tiger for a hundred times, the teacher looked at me and held the pointer high, which scared me to close my eyes and thought it would hurt. Who knows the teacher just patted it, just like patting the dust. After that, he took my hand and said seriously, "how could I not know your hand?" Your hands are tired. " In such a simple sentence, if you make a mistake in the exam. What a pity, don't you think? Although you are a good student, you are a good student and can't make a little mistake. Let's see who's not. No matter whether a good student or a poor student is wrong, they will be punished. As the saying goes, the son of heaven broke the law with Shu Ren, don't you think so? . . . . . "
I can't hear what the teacher said behind, but these words of the teacher have been warning me and made me understand a lot.
Teacher Chen is very strict with us. But apart from studying, she is very gentle to us and can give us warmth like a mother, but what I remember vividly is the teacher's strict love for our study.
This is my teacher. She made me understand that she was strict with me, but gentle with me. I like Miss Chen.
Teacher's 800-word composition 4 What I can't forget most is you-Teacher Jing.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This poem eulogizes the selfless spirit of teachers. Everyone will have many teachers. Personally, I have 12 coaches so far. Every teacher has taught me knowledge and every teacher is in my memory. But what I can't forget most is you-Miss Jing.
I am a transfer student in grade six. I remember the night before school started, because I was looking forward to meeting new teachers and making new friends. I stayed up all night looking forward to it. I came to school early the next day. When I arrived at the floor where the classroom was located, my heart was beating fast. I encouraged myself. I walked into the classroom. I saw a tall and thin man in his early thirties wearing glasses when I was in the classroom. It should be my teacher! It turns out that he is Miss Jing. After introducing myself. I found a seat and sat down. The students all arrived soon. After I introduced myself to them. In the applause of my classmates, my sixth grade life began!
One year's study life in the sixth grade is very short. I remember two things best. I still remember one time when the exam was approaching. All the students in the school are studying hard. The teacher is also desperately teaching us knowledge. Perhaps it is because of this despair that our teacher is ill. However, in fact, everyone is asking the teacher to go back to rest, and the teacher is still teaching us knowledge. In class, the teacher blushed like an apple. I don't know if people think he wears blush. Only we know that he did it for us. The teacher is on the platform with a Chinese textbook. You have to cough a few times without thinking a few words. Several female students have cried, and the male students have tears in their eyes. They looked up from time to time, as if not to let the tears that blurred their vision flow down. Finally, the teacher couldn't hold on, but we were still studying hard. It seems that learning a little knowledge can make the teacher get better faster and let the teacher come back to us quickly. Finally, everything comes to him who waits, and we won the first place in the whole grade. The teacher didn't praise us too much, and we didn't act very happy, but we all know that the teacher is happy, but he doesn't like colors.
Another time, it was the day of graduation ceremony. The teacher is sitting on the platform, and we are all in our seats. We looked at each other, but didn't speak. The teacher said first, "All good things must come to an end. I hope you will study hard in the future and don't embarrass me ... "When he spoke, the teacher choked up. We know that although the teacher said harsh words to us, he still felt sorry for us. We couldn't help crying. Some of our classmates followed his teacher for six years, some followed him for four years, and I followed someone else. What kind of year? But we all like this teacher very much, and no one doesn't like him. Crying and crying, the bell rang, which means that our sixth grade is officially over. At this time, we all cried and rushed to hold Mr. Jing. None of us want to leave this classroom and Miss Jing's side. But this is the reality. We have left primary school, so we should let him enter a new period, junior high school. It means we have to face a bunch of new classmates and teachers. The teacher choked again and said, "nickname, you are the most naughty." Don't worry me again in the future. " Xiaohong, you are very introverted. You should make more friends in the future ... "The teacher knows that each of us is charged by each of us. We cried and said, "Well, we will. "
In this way, my short and full year passed, goodbye to the sixth grade, goodbye to the school, goodbye to Mr. Jing, goodbye to the students.
What I can't forget most is you-Miss Jing.