The teacher I admire is a thick dictionary that will correct all your typos. The teacher is a strict ruler and will tell you to correct all bad habits; The teacher is a diligent gardener and will apply fertile fertilizer to you.
Xu teacher became my seventh grade teacher. We have been together for almost two semesters, and she has become my most admired person.
She, of medium height, always wears a ponytail, her bright eyes are full of confidence and wisdom, and she always smiles when she sees us.
Xu teacher's Chinese class is lively and interesting, with witty remarks, which attracts us restless' troublemakers'. I remember when we were studying the Oil Man, the teacher asked us to read the text several times, but everyone couldn't understand the tone of the characters. The teacher frowned slightly and meditated a little, so he asked several students to play the characters in the text and go to the podium to imitate the performance. Wang Xin plays Sue. Seeing Meng Jianbo squint at himself, he flew into a rage. He slapped the desk with his hand and shouted angrily, "How dare you make a move?" Everyone was brought into the role and applauded; When we read aloud again, are we contemptuous, indignant or supercilious? When xu teacher speaks the text, every word is translated. Let's play the role. Because of the previous performance, everyone was enthusiastic and excited, as if they had crossed the scene in the text. Such a Chinese class is not only interesting, but also easy to master knowledge. How can it not be liked?
Xu teacher has a broad mind, big enough to accommodate "naughty boys" all over the world. Xu teacher is very affectionate to us at ordinary times. Once we make a mistake, xu teacher will be very strict. First, he will wrinkle thin arch eyebrows and start a "why" and "how"? "Bomb", then provoke fine eyebrows, confide in each other, and advise us to make fewer mistakes in the future.
This is our xu teacher. He made us fall in love with Chinese with flexible teaching skills, supervised us with stern eyes, and moved us with loving guidance. Such a teacher makes us have to overcome our heartfelt love and respect for her.
I admire the teacher's seventh grade composition 2. She is of medium height, with bright black hair, big bright eyes and Zhang Yuanyuan's face. She is our head teacher, but she has a magical power, which often inspires us, supports us and warms us. I just transferred to this school last semester. I still clearly remember that Mr. Zhu often cared about me at that time and often asked me about my living habits in this school. I have liked this good teacher since then. Because besides mom and dad, it is Miss Zhu who cares about me.
I remember once, I went outside the office after class and saw a familiar figure sitting at that familiar desk. She took a pen and wrote on the paper, frowning. I thought it was hard for teachers to work overtime so late. Our teacher wants to educate us well, not our parents. At this moment, I had an idea. After reading it for a while, I ran back to the classroom, picked up a pen and a piece of paper, and wrote on it: I wish Mr. Zhu good health and happiness every day! I didn't write down my name. I put it on her desk when she wasn't looking. I only saw Mr. Zhu's eyes filled with tears after reading the note. I hid in the corner, smiled and left. I am very happy.
Teacher Zhu is very attentive to our class at ordinary times. She wrote all the words we can't write on the blackboard, reminding us repeatedly of the words that are easy to write wrong. Our teacher Zhu will also make up lessons for us in her spare time. When I have questions I don't understand, I will ask her, and she will seriously tell me how to analyze them. I am very grateful to her in my heart. Every time I see bean-sized sweat running down her forehead, I want to wipe it for her. I am a naughty boy, and I always give Mr Zhu trouble. Every time we fight with our classmates, the teacher will give us a good education.
Teacher Zhu, you will be an important chapter that I will never forget when I grow up.
I admire my teacher very much. He has black hair, long face, slender eyebrows, glib mouth and a pair of glasses on his high nose, which shows that he is knowledgeable and talented. The burly figure is always so dazzling. Whether walking or standing, the waist is straight, just like tall poplars on the roadside. This is our Chinese teacher.
I remember that it was the first day of school, and everyone was nervous and excited to wait for the arrival of every teacher. Unconsciously, he has arrived at a distance from the classroom door. As the footsteps approached, the classroom changed from lively to silent. I remember the first thing you did when you came in was to introduce your name and what subject you taught. What I admire deeply is the moment when you speak your composition. What you said at that time was that the composition was very good. The students you have taught have posted thousands of compositions on the Internet. There are hundreds of articles published on well-known composition software. Hearing this, I deeply admire you. After that, I admire you more! I remember it was the mid-term exam, and you still have some papers that haven't been sent to us. Let's get started.
So, in those days, you sent us papers every day and let us do them every day. Almost one a day, sometimes two. After we finished, you began to change. Every time I pass the office window, I can always see you correcting the paper. Sometimes, in your morning self-study, you will see a lot of papers in your hand, and you will talk to those students who are not good at writing papers and give careful guidance. After class, you also ask those who make trouble in class to educate them. Let them deeply realize their mistakes. They also began to know the importance of learning and began to study hard in future classes. From then on, I also deeply and sincerely admire you. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Because of your loving irrigation and hard work, there will be gorgeous peaches and plums and golden rice and wheat. I deeply admire you, teacher!
This is the teacher I admire deeply, the Chinese teacher!
I admire the teacher's seventh grade composition 4. I signed up for a remedial class in Polaris, where I met many teachers. Among many teachers, one I admire most is Mr. Chen. He is not only knowledgeable, but also handsome.
He is of medium height, moderately fat and thin, with black hair parted in the middle and a pair of glasses stuck on his high nose without prejudice. Close look at the face, with fine features and ruddy complexion. He rushed into the room and showed his elegant demeanor. Of course, what is more influential than a person's appearance is a person's connotation. Teacher Chen is not only gentle, but also an educated teacher.
When I first came to Polaris to study, I felt teacher Chen's enthusiasm and encouragement to my classmates. In class, no one spoke in the class, and everyone kept quiet consciously, for fear of missing every knowledge point the teacher said. Every word spit out from the teacher's mouth seems to have experienced many hardships, and every knowledge gained is precious and can't be given up. Whenever a classmate raises his hand to ask a question, Mr. Chen always explains it clearly. Both students and teachers admire Mr. Chen's literary foundation and knowledge reserve, which is really worse than the library.
When the teacher threw a question in class, he called my name. Not fully prepared, unclear thinking, irrelevant answer, stuttering. Teacher Chen didn't criticize me, but passed on the correct knowledge to me in a convincing way. In my heart, admiration and ecstasy arise spontaneously. This is really a good teacher with great knowledge. I envy his brain full of knowledge!
After class, I went to Mr. Chen's office, took out all the problems I had encountered before and asked Mr. Chen for advice. Teacher Chen scanned it first, and then began to help me solve it step by step. Teacher Chen speaks very carefully. He can also extend from these problems to related knowledge points, and connect these knowledge in series to achieve mastery.
I am extremely happy, like a spring breeze, and I admire Teacher Chen even more. This is Mr. Chen, who is knowledgeable and versatile. He taught me knowledge and is worth remembering forever.
Primary school is the enlightenment period of life, and I was fortunate to meet a very good enlightenment teacher-my current class teacher and math teacher, Miss Zhou.
MISS ZHOU is in his thirties, of medium build, with straight black hair reaching to his shoulders. When she smiles, her eyes are like two beautiful new moons.
I remember one time I did badly in the math unit exam and I was reluctant to go home after school. Teacher Zhou gave me a look and took out her mobile phone. After pressing a few keys, he said, "Is Liu a mother?" Hearing this, I think Miss Zhou must have complained to my mother. It's terrible. "I'm MISS ZHOU. Liu didn't do well in the math exam in this unit. Please don't scold him. I will tutor him every day in the future, and he will definitely catch up. " After the phone call, Miss Zhou said to me, "From tomorrow on, as long as you are free, come to my office to find me." Let's review together. "However, running to the teacher's office every day, it is easy for students to misunderstand that I love to complain, so I didn't go to see Miss Zhou the next day. Unexpectedly, after the break, Teacher Zhou called me and another classmate who didn't do well in the exam to the office to make up lessons for us. A week later, Mr. Zhou gave us several more questions to test us respectively. When we saw that the plenary session was done, Mr. Zhou's eyes turned into a "crescent moon." She said: "As long as it doesn't work, you can come to me at any time. No matter how many times you ask, the teacher won't bother. "I noticed that no matter the size of the exam, as long as there are students who failed in the class, Teacher Zhou will deliberately open another' small stove'. To this end, Mr. Zhou often goes out early and returns late, and the children are often the first to go to the nursery and the last to pick them up.
In class, no matter who is sick and uncomfortable, Mr. Zhou always touches our foreheads first, and then touches our foreheads to see if there is a fever. Once, a classmate vomited and vomited all over Miss Zhou. Not only is Mr. Zhou not too dirty, but he has been rubbing his back gently beside him. There are too many examples of teacher Zhou caring for students, so I won't list them one by one. We can only repay with good grades. To teacher Zhou's delight, our class's math scores have been among the best in the whole grade.
Teacher Zhou is the person I admire.
I admire my teacher very much. She is cute and interesting, with a childish face, a slightly larger face and short hair, and looks more energetic. She is my English teacher.
English class is very interesting. Teachers always use that humorous language to turn boring words into elves in my mind. How can a unique teaching method and a relaxed and happy classroom not be liked?
After class, the teacher suddenly aroused our interest and his expression was very rich. For a happy word and an unhappy word, the teacher raised her mouth, a smiling face appeared, her hand drew an arc, and an unhappy face appeared in front of us.
The teacher is very kind, like a pair of friends with us. When we encounter problems that can't be solved, the teacher won't criticize, but tells us with a smile. In the face of doubt, the teacher will give a thumbs up.
I make myself a timid person, a little shy. When I got up the courage to ask the teacher, my heart suddenly calmed down with the teacher's kind face and gentle eyes. The teacher carefully explained the knowledge points and approved them with a pen. The dull and slightly warm sentences quietly fell into my heart.
The teacher carefully examines the homework meticulously, points out the good and the bad, smiles when praising, and frowns when criticizing.
In class, it is even more interesting. Three minutes before class, two people chat and three people chat, which is very interesting. I silently accepted the knowledge in happiness, and the teacher expanded his knowledge from time to time. I like interesting classrooms very much.
Whether it is this lovely and interesting old English, an old class with a cheerful personality, or a serious and responsible Chinese teacher, they are all teachers I admire.
But that's what God does. Good apples won't always be given to you. The English teacher took a vacation for physical reasons. Now, the knowledge points written neatly on the blackboard, the classroom full of laughter, interesting English conversations and lovely and interesting teachers will haunt my mind and become my most unforgettable memory. Watching the warm current swing gently in the sky, two big characters are written: teacher.
I admire the teacher's seventh grade composition 7. My favorite person is a teacher. I like Chinese classes since primary school, so I have a unique feeling for Chinese teachers. Teachers have devoted everything to education, their deepest love to students, but what they have left for themselves is the autumn frost on their temples.
The Chinese teacher in the sixth grade of primary school impressed me the most. She is a female teacher, surnamed Wu, about 30 years old. Her hair is black and shiny with a few white hairs, which may be the cause of overwork! Small eyes always emit soft light, and a smile makes students feel kind. The students called her sweetly: "Miss Wu!" "
The laughter is beautiful. But in my heart, Mr. Wu's smile is the most beautiful. Before, I thought the teacher scared me the most. But Mr. Wu smiles at us almost every time in class, which makes me suddenly understand that the teacher is not scary, but makes us feel kind and amiable! Teacher Wu's smile adds a lot of color to his vivid Chinese class. Therefore, we all love to listen to his lectures.
But Mr. Wu sometimes gets angry. I remember once, after the math teacher finished the homework, the students began to make a scene: some stood up and spoke; Some walk around the classroom at will; Even the students sitting in the seats joined the excitement. The classroom is crowded with people. At this moment, Mr. Wu walked into the classroom. When the students saw that Mr. Wu's smiling face suddenly became serious, they quieted down and the classroom became silent. Teacher Wu said sternly, "Who told you to be so noisy?" The students were silent. "Help me copy the text of Lesson 7, quickly!" Everyone seems to realize their mistakes and copy them obediently. Finally, perhaps Mr. Wu couldn't bear to let us copy, so he stopped us. Wu said earnestly, "Students, time is your, and wasting time is also your's business. However, if you have so much time to make trouble, you might as well take out your books to read, which will save time and improve your learning efficiency. " Ah, this is what Miss Wu expects of us. She wants us to be useful materials! I always use this sentence to motivate myself. I will read books and learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge whenever I have time.
To tell the truth, who wouldn't want to be such a good teacher? May Mr. Wu's sweet smile stay on your face forever! Whenever I see his kind smile, I want to sing a song about my love for Mr. Wu!
No matter what you do, you won't feel that taste until you do it yourself. This is the profound experience I got after I took part in the work. Because I am also a teacher now, I realize the bitterness and difficulty behind this glamorous career.
When a layman said with envy or ridicule in front of me, "Look at your teacher, it's so happy to have endless holidays in a year!" " I will smile indifferently and face it calmly, because they don't know there are holidays, and our hearts have no holidays. In a long or short holiday, we always miss our students. In a small village near the sea, I don't know whether they didn't play those life-threatening games as we told them, whether they were sensible, whether they didn't gang up and ride around, whether they helped their parents at home, and whether they stayed away from games. ...
At work, I often compare my primary school life with the children's, try to figure out the children's psychology with my mood at that time, and try to understand the children's mood, hoping that I can live in harmony with them and be welcomed by them. Most students' parents are simple and serious, and some of them are not even good at communicating with us, but I can see from their eyes that I often feel ashamed. In the face of their trusting eyes and warm words, I know that I have not done well enough, and this pressure has become a part of my motivation. People who have lived in the countryside for most of their lives don't want their children to deal with loess all day like themselves. Although their idea of keeping children away from crops and rural areas forever is not entirely correct, I can understand their hopes.
Work and experience, I respect my teacher. My teacher is not alone. From kindergarten to work, teachers have changed one after another, young and old. Some are very serious, some are very kind; There are men and women ... they come from different places and educate me in different ways. At that time, I liked it and hated it. I respect it now, because I was young and ignorant at that time and could not understand the teacher's expectations. Now that I have grown up, I am doing the same business as them. In practice, I understand that being an old teacher is really like a candle. You should be unknown and have no regrets.
I admire such a person in the world. He is a great and selfless man. If you are not his own, he will take you as his own. If you let him down, he will continue to encourage you and inspire you to learn. If you are tired of him, he will not be tired of you, but will love you as always or more, and nourish your young heart with the greatest love in the world. He is responsible for teaching and educating people.
I have been dating him for only half a year, but we have established a profound friendship. He is as kind and gentle as ever. If she turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells. Who has compassion and great love in the world? Ah, my teacher. Do you remember? I failed in the exam that time, but you came to comfort me instead of criticizing me. Looking at those poor grades and disgusting words, my naive heart wanted to give up several times. I remembered your silent efforts behind my back, and I remembered the people who worked so hard under the light at night. It must be for us, but what can I give you in return? All I can give you in return is these poor grades, which I think are the result of my not working hard. My nose is sore when I say this.
Tears of disappointment also crossed my eyes. You took out some pieces of paper to wipe my tears and said that the exam was nothing important. You must try your best to get a good ranking next time. But I've tried. I whispered. That proves that your efforts are not enough, and your actions are not enough. There is a saying that efforts can sometimes deceive people, but efforts will not make you waste. These words touched me and inspired me to move forward. I also work harder than usual. You also come to talk to me from time to time to encourage me to move forward. Please believe me, teacher. I will definitely get a higher ranking in this exam in return for your kindness to me. I will certainly live up to your expectations of me. I will work hard, keep forging ahead and forge ahead.
Ah, my great teacher, how selfless you are. I see a kind and selfless great teacher in you. In your manners, I found a teacher with high moral character and moral integrity. In your heart, I understand that you are an enlightened people's teacher. Everything you do is to make students study better. I admire you very much.
I admire my teacher's seventh grade composition 10. I have a teacher named Hu Zhe, who was my writing teacher in normal school. He is neither tall nor young, but his hair is half white. He is also very careless about his clothes. He always wears blue cloth all the year round, which is in sharp contrast with other teachers. The most unforgettable thing is that he wears a pair of deep myopia glasses on his broad face and those forever deep eyes behind the glasses. His image is not good-looking, but he loves to laugh. When he smiled, he showed a pair of ugly big teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were folded into arhats. A mantra he often talks about is: "Hang it all".
This principle! Why don't you copy an article for me to read? "Then he looked at me with an ugly smile on his face:" Tell me, how did you write this composition? "Looking at the trusting eyes and smile on the teacher's face, I calmly expressed my homesickness since I checked in. The classroom was quiet, the students listened quietly, and the teacher seemed very excited. He kept nodding, and the smile on his face became more brilliant. The two ugly front teeth also involuntarily revealed their mouths. After I finished, he took the lead in applauding me and kept saying, "True feelings are meaningful!" " "It can be said that from then on, I loved writing more, and I fell in love with Mr. Hu Zhe's class more. He also paid more attention to my guidance on writing.
Mr Hu Zhe likes to be angry and out of control. As long as his classmates make unforgivable mistakes, he flies into a rage and his voice can be heard for miles. His face flushed, and then he scolded mercilessly loudly: "What's the matter? Don't listen in class, homework is not completed, affecting the mood in class! Go back and think about it yourself! This is outrageous! How dare you! " In the next lecture, his tone was full of severity and his face was tight. But slowly, his voice softened a lot, his face returned to a smile, and his two front teeth could not help showing. He spoke in more detail, and from time to time he whispered, "Do you understand?" We know that it turns out that he is not really angry, but distracting us. So we answered loudly: "I understand!" He smiled more happily. It is because of Mr. Hu's kindness that my writing level can be improved. I will always remember you, Mr. Hu.