Writing a teacher's composition 1 none of my first teachers have forgotten. My life began under the guidance of my teacher, who planted beautiful seeds in my heart when I was a child. They often educate me to love my motherland, persevere and be an honest and trustworthy person. Six years passed quickly, and the teachers' words often echoed in my ears.
My first school was called Pingliang Tiezhong. When I stepped into the school gate, you were the first person to meet me-Teacher Lu. What a beautiful name! I liked this school and its teachers at once.
I went to school at the age of seven in vain. As a child, I always sit in my seat irregularly in class. You criticized me a lot for whispering with your classmates and making small moves, which led to a decline in your grades. But I just can't listen. Under your guidance, I gradually understand the truth of being a man.
When I was in the second grade, some children were my strengths, but I was criticized by you in this class. In a calligraphy competition, all the students who signed up were called to the front row to practice calligraphy. I said it was urgent; "Teacher, there is me" but you said, "Your handwriting is so ugly that you are not ashamed to take part in any competition." Your words hurt my heart a little, but I still believe them, because my handwriting was really ugly at that time.
After six years of study, the knowledge you taught me has benefited me a lot and I will never forget it. You taught me the truth of being a man, changed me and sought truth from facts; You gave me the best care-criticism made me unforgettable.
Six years, let me understand a lot of truth; It turns out that sunlight illuminates life in this way, and rain and dew moisten seedlings in this way. Teacher, if you are a gardener, I am the sapling. You raise me, you cultivate me, and you care about me.
Teacher, my dear teacher, I will always remember you.
Writing Teacher's Composition 2 There are 48 students in our class, each of whom has his own student number, but our favorite is "No.49". You may ask, isn't there only 48 student numbers in our class? Why is there a "49"? Shh, it's a secret!
You see, during the big recess, "No.49" plays with us on the playground; After school, "No.49" gives homework to students with learning difficulties; In class, No.49 is like a "swing". One minute Party A is right, and the next minute Party B is right.
I still remember that one winter morning, all the pine trees outside the window were covered with snow-white coats, and I braved the heavy snow and walked into the classroom. Putting down my schoolbag, I quietly waited for the start of the first Chinese class. Ding, it's time for class! Teacher Zhu came into the classroom with a thermos bottle. She immediately took a bench and sat down. I can't help wondering, "In the past, Mr. Zhu gave us lessons standing up. Why is it unusual today? " Later, I learned that Teacher Zhu had a stomachache that day. Although she was unwell, she told us vividly the text Zhang Shu, the former residence of Soong Ching Ling, with full enthusiasm. She talked about it together first, and then said in that beautiful voice, "Cinnamomum camphora is insect-resistant and fluffy, and it can last forever." Soong Ching Ling's integrity is like a camphor tree, which makes the enemy awe. People taking pictures in front of Zhangshu actually express their reverence and nostalgia for Soong Ching Ling. "I was fascinated by it, as if I were there.
Teacher Zhu once told us that "the book has its own golden house, full of poetry and self-improvement." It is because of this sentence and this person that I fell in love with writing and reading.
Teacher Zhu, you have worked hard to educate children who are not sensible into sensible students. You are like that hardworking gardener, pruning, cutting leaves, watering and fertilizing, so that we can grow into strong young trees.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry the wick. Teacher Zhu, you are like a green silkworm who spits out all the moss, sacrificing your youth to teach and educate people. Thank you, Miss Zhu. I will never forget your teachings!
She is of medium height, exquisite figure, with black curly hair and big sparkling eyes under long eyelashes. Zhang Yuanyuan is radiant ... Although she is amiable at ordinary times, her position in our hearts is unparalleled! Once she is angry, she seems to be the master of a world, and can take us to the "end of the world" at any time.
The day before class, we were preparing school supplies. When we heard the bell "Ding …", we immediately prepared for class. Just listen to "thud", the door of the classroom was kicked open, and Miss Zhou stood at the door with a straight face, holding a Chinese lesson plan in her hand. The classroom door is crumbling under the pressure of teacher Zhou. Teacher Zhou scanned us with murderous eyes, as if to eat us alive. Seeing this posture, the students didn't move. Why? Afraid of hitting a gun! I saw Mr. Zhou sitting on the "VIP" table and calmly said, "Students who haven't handed in their homework, stand up!" This is calm as water, but it has brought great oppression to the students. The students looked at each other in silence. "Stand up!" Teacher Zhou broke out, and this "tiger roar" almost shook the students off their seats. Some students who didn't hand in, do or finish writing quietly touched a sweat that didn't exist, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out. Some students who handed in their homework are looking around to see which one is unlucky. This will be a disaster. Teacher Zhou didn't see any students stand up, and immediately went on the rampage, and her mouth kept twitching. "You're not standing, are you?" All right! Then I'll pick them up one by one! "Say that finish, Miss Zhou walked off the platform and walked among the students. One by one "correspondent" stood up trembling and his legs kept shaking. Miss Zhou only spit out three words "Hoo! Go home! Dragon! " Just three words, but like a bolt from the blue on their heads, they sat down like a deflated ball.
Although Miss Zhou is so fierce when she is angry! The main reason is that our classmates didn't finish their homework as required. As teacher Zhou usually said, looseness is harmful, and strictness is love!
Write the teacher's composition 4 Some people say that the teacher is a gardener, silently taking care of everything in the garden, some people say that the teacher is a spring silkworm, weaving our dreams with that precious silk, and some people say that the teacher is chalk, sacrificing himself and leaving knowledge. ...
In the third grade, our head teacher was replaced by Mr. Gu. Now he has taught us for the third year. The teacher has dark eyebrows, a pair of glasses on his nose and sparkling eyes behind them. He has a standard figure, sometimes very strict, and sometimes he is good to us. Teacher Gu prepares lessons carefully. Although she is exhausted by a hard day's class every day, she still insists on preparing lessons every day. Teacher Gu's classes are always so colorful. Every class brings us into a colorful world. Under the education of Mr. Gu, our knowledge has gradually increased a lot.
In class, he talks a lot, reads the text loudly and beautifully, and sometimes asks some questions in the text, such as: What does a word mean and what does a paragraph mean? If you don't finish it within the time specified by the teacher, the teacher will definitely stare at him doing his homework. Now the teacher is more strict than the previous grade three or four. If a teacher doesn't finish or finish the task assigned by him after school, he will definitely call his parents. I remember that time, I forgot to mark the natural paragraph number in homework preview. The teacher said, "I won't scream the first time, but I will scream the second time." This time I sent a text message. "
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you!
I have seen many hands writing teacher's composition 5, and not many can leave a deep impression on me, but one hand makes me unforgettable. This is the hand of teacher Zhang who has taught me for three years. Teacher Zhang's hands are warm and encouraging.
Teacher Zhang's hands are very thin, probably because he often writes. His skin is smooth and fair, his fingers are long and his nails are neatly trimmed.
Teacher Zhang's hands are warm. Once I was selected to watch the manuscript in the studio, and my hands holding the manuscript were so nervous that I sweated. When I was turning over the manuscript, I accidentally cut my hand with a staple and blood poured out. I endured the pain. I rushed out after reading the manuscript and met teacher Zhang as soon as I went out. Teacher Zhang saw me covering my hand with him. Does it hurt? "His face was full of worries, so he took me into his office, found a band-aid and put it on me slowly and gently with his warm hand. Teacher Zhang's hand is so warm and light. At the moment, it seems that there is a warm current rushing to my heart, and the wound is not so painful.
Teacher Zhang's hand gave me encouragement. In the third grade, Teacher Zhang chose me as the team leader. The teacher gave me many "important tasks" and also "valued" me. But once, a classmate left without reciting ancient poems. I can't let him go like this. If you let him go, you will be irresponsible to him. So I took a shortcut to catch him and took him to see the teacher. He said, "You are a responsible team leader." I am also proud to hear the teacher's praise. I immediately felt full of strength. I must manage my team members well.
Although teacher Zhang doesn't teach me now, her warm and encouraging hand is deeply engraved in my heart.
Writing a teacher's composition 66 years of primary school life is coming to an end. Looking back on these six years, I remember my alma mater and classmates best, my teachers best and my teachers' kindness best.
I came to Zhi Heng School in the fifth grade. When I first came, I was a little confused and uneasy because I was unfamiliar with the environment and was with my classmates. Start class. Section 1 Chinese. A short and thin female teacher with a ponytail came in. She introduced herself in standard Mandarin. I was attracted by her beautiful voice. I can't help sitting up straight and listening carefully. She is the teacher I will never forget and want to repay most.
In the old school, the Chinese teacher made us read the text and write new words over and over again, which was extremely boring. Slowly, I got bored with Chinese to the extreme. But after listening to Mr. Lu's first class, I realized that the Chinese class was so interesting. I am looking forward to the next Chinese class, so I began to like Chinese.
I remember once, there was a debate in our class. The pros and cons were angry at each other, expressing their opinions and refuting each other. The debate was fierce. At this time, we were stumped by the views thrown by the other side, and it was a little cold for a while. We are all racking our brains to think about this problem. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered an argument against the other side and was about to raise my hand. But seeing each other's posturing, I made another mistake and hesitated again. Teacher Lu seems to have read my mind. She called me and looked at me with encouraging eyes. At that time, I was very nervous and stammered out my views and arguments. Suddenly, there was warm applause in the classroom. Looking at Teacher Lu, she raised her hands and clapped hard, staring at me approvingly. I was infected by the atmosphere. Applause from classmates and teachers gave me encouragement and courage. In the next debate, I sat up straight and raised my hand. After the debate, teachers and classmates fully affirmed my performance.
From then on, I am no longer afraid of Chinese, and I am not afraid to talk in class. I dare to speak my mind boldly, and I am no longer afraid.
Now I dare to speak my mind boldly. I will never forget Teacher Lu.
Write a teacher's composition 7 Speaking of the person I admire most, I will not hesitate to answer: teacher!
I want to ask you some questions: Who paved the way for us with that white chalk? Who prepares lessons for us day and night to find information? Who makes us grow up in our study and life? Who illuminates us, but burns himself?
It is you, dear teacher, who paved the way for us to learn, cultivated us and gave us confidence and courage.
I am a student in Class 5 (4). I think my head teacher is the best teacher in the world. Wonder why this is. Want to know why, please see below.
My head teacher is a very strict teacher. Maybe because she wants us to do better. I thought she was fierce at that time! However, after spending some time with the head teacher, I quickly became good friends with her, and at the same time I understood a truth: strict teachers make excellent students. Although she is strict with us, she also has a kind side. Whenever I walk into the office, she often plays a few small jokes on me, which makes me laugh. I also know that all teachers in the world are like this.
My head teacher is very responsible for her work "seedling". It turns out that there are many poor students in our class, and my head teacher has never left them. One-on-one activities were held in the class, that is, a good classmate helped a poor classmate. Finally, hard work pays off. In the final exam, the average score of our class won the first place in the whole grade, which is inseparable from the teacher's teaching. It is the teacher who makes us brilliant.
Write the teacher's composition 8 Do you know who is our most "smart" person? Yes! Is our unique teacher.
She wears a checked pumpkin hat and big eyes, always shining with wisdom. There is a delicious mole on the corner of her mouth, which is always so conspicuous.
Speaking of wisdom, it is true.
One spring afternoon, we waited quietly in the classroom, waiting for Mr. Tong's arrival.
"Knock ~ knock ~ knock" door slowly opened. "Where are my lotus flowers and mountains?" If you don't listen to that man, you should listen to his voice first, but as soon as you listen to the voice, we will know who is coming. Sure enough, what caught our attention was the clever boy with a coke in his hand. She walked slowly to the podium and looked at us with a smile. Then without saying anything, she put a finger into the cup, dipped it in a little coke and put it in her mouth. She ate with relish as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the world.
When we meet, our mouths are watering for thousands of miles!
Suddenly the teacher put the cup in front of me and said, "Come on! Give it a try! " I was flattered to look at her, but I saw that the smile on her face was so brilliant.
I carefully put my index finger into the cup, dipped a little coke and took a sip in my mouth. God, why is it so bitter? Why doesn't Teacher Tong suffer? My mind is full of big question marks.
Teacher Tong told us the truth with a smile when she saw us in such a mess. It turns out that Teacher Tong put his middle finger in the bottle, but his forefinger in his mouth, so he didn't eat it at all!
You see, this is our clever and cunning child-like teacher.
Writing the teacher's composition 9 The teacher is full of stars, the earth is silent, and people fall asleep sweetly. Deep in the campus, a familiar figure flashed by. Ah, teacher, you have worked hard all day, and now you are still working hard in the land of knowledge. Teacher, it's time for you to rest. ...
That night, I couldn't sleep, so I sat by the window and looked at the dark night sky. The twinkling stars in the sky are like gems dotted on black curtains. I saw the figure of the teacher. What will the teacher be doing at this time? I mused. The little star in the sky seems to be able to read my mind: "Don't worry, little friend, I am standing very high, let me take a look for you!" " "Staring at a pair of big eyes, the little star walked into the depths of the campus sparkly. After a while, it flew to my window: "Your teacher is correcting homework under the lamp!" " I looked down and felt my nose was sour. Is it cold?
The moon shone into the room through the window, covering everything in the room with a thin silver gauze. There is a big red banana apple on the table. I picked it up conveniently, and a smell came to my nose. In a flash, the little star's words rang in my ear again, and the teacher's bloodshot eyes and thin face appeared in front of me. Gradually, I dropped my hand holding the apple. Teacher, we study and work under your leadership; Under your education, we have grown from an ignorant child to an energetic teenager ... I slowly looked up and said to the little star in the sky, "Little star, will you help me give this big apple to my teacher and tell her to go to bed early?" "I will do it!" Little star said, picked up the apple and flew away happily. ...
Write a teacher's composition 10 Since primary school, many teachers have taught me, and each teacher impressed me deeply, but what impressed me the most was Mr. Zhang.
First, strict
Teacher Zhang is very strict with our calligraphy sitting posture. We must straighten our heads, straighten our bodies, open our arms and stand firm on our feet. Punch your chest from the table, your eyes are one arm away from the book, and your fingers are one inch away from the pen tip. When we write Chinese calligraphy, Mr. Zhang always checks our sitting posture, and from time to time, he will stand his classmates' heads up and measure whether they are fists. If not, he moves forward or backward. The teacher came up to me and patted me on the back when he saw that my back was bent. Strangely, since then, I have never bent my back when writing. It seems that I really owe a pat!
Second, punctuality.
Teacher Zhang never takes up our class time or procrastinates. As long as the class is over, the teacher will stop lecturing and let us finish class, because she doesn't want to occupy our play time, make us bookworms and have no free space, and want us to enjoy our wonderful time to the fullest.
Third, humor.
Teacher Zhang is also very humorous. For example, when remembering new words, the teacher asked us to remember the word "wrapped" like this: an old man gave him a fruit, so he opened his clothes and put the fruit in, thus forming the word "wrapped". Some words. Teachers also use this storytelling method to make us remember new words, and sometimes they play games with us.
This is our teacher, a strict, punctual and humorous teacher. We like her.
Write a teacher's composition 1 1 My teacher is a Chinese teacher in my primary school for six years. She has long black and bright hair and rosy lips. She smiles all day and looks very amiable. He speaks very gently, so it is interesting to talk. We all like to listen to her. When I was at
In the fourth grade, I was a shy child. In class, they won't raise their hands to speak. However, in Chinese class, Teacher Du raised a question. This problem is not complicated. At that time, I thought about it and cleared my mind. I want to raise my hand to speak, but I'm not sure. Because I am worried that if my answer does not meet the standard answer, it will cause a lot of controversy. Out of this idea, he raised his hand again. I think: Let's listen to other people's opinions before raising your hand. However, I accidentally touched Mr. Du's eyes. Her eyes seemed to urge me to raise my hand and say, mistakes are not terrible, what is terrible is whether you have the courage to overcome yourself. I thought: but what if my classmates laugh at me ... before I could finish thinking, I heard Mr. Du calling my name, so I had to stand up slowly and tell the original answer. Say that finish, I saw Mr. Du motioned me to sit down and said that the answer was very good. I will raise my hand more actively to speak. From then on, I was no longer afraid to speak.
Teacher Du used her erudite and humorous words to make our mood suddenly cheerful and laugh from time to time. Her beautiful explanation and real touching words moisten our hearts like spring rain, which makes me feel that Chinese class is a kind of enjoyment and relaxation.
Teachers and gardeners grow peaches and plums all over the world; Teacher, it is the rain and dew that moistens the flowers of the motherland and makes it thrive. Teacher Du is such a person. I believe I will still remember her words and her eyes after several years. ...
Write a teacher's composition 12 Everyone has his own tutor. Whether poor or rich; Whether knowledgeable or idle. Just around us, there will always be a teacher who silently guides us in the right direction. There will always be a teacher who will work hard for us without asking for anything in return. When we flinch, there will always be a teacher trying to guide us. When we encounter difficulties, there will always be teachers to support us. Thank you, my dear teacher!
Teacher! What a common and great title! You have trained 10 million talents in Qian Qian for your motherland. This is an honor that we should be proud of! It is because of your teaching that we can grow! It is because of your training that we become useful people! Thank you, my respected teacher!
Teacher! What a familiar and kind phone call! You are an industrious gardener, and you try your best to water rich nutrient solution for us every day. You are ecstatic to see that the little Wesson Daily newspaper you care about has grown into a big tree. You are a burning candle, you infected us with a burning heart, and you gave us all your knowledge meticulously. While sweating for us, as we grow up, you are also changing little by little: silky silver hair on your head, wrinkles around your eyes, calluses on your hands … all these are the results of your efforts. Thank you, my dear teacher!
Thank you, our teacher! With your guidance, we can swim in the ocean of knowledge and learn knowledge greedily. Because of your inspiration, we can find our own world in this strange world. Because of your encouragement, we can erase the dark clouds in front of us and bravely walk to the finish line of success!
Thank you teacher!
Writing the teacher's composition 13 In today's composition class, Mr. Xiong asked a very strange question. Even Mr. Xiong is puzzled by this problem. Chicken or egg first? As soon as the question was thrown, the classroom suddenly exploded.
I think there must be chickens first. Where can we get eggs without chickens?
There must be eggs first, and only eggs can hatch chickens.
No, it must be chicken first.
When the students were discussing, I also had a heated discussion with Weasion Wei. I solemnly said to Weasion Wei: I think there is a chicken first, and there is no egg without a chicken, don't you think?
No, I think we should have eggs first, because without eggs, where can we get chickens?
No, no, we should eat chicken first.
Ok, then tell me your reasons!
Didn't we learn a text called "Dinosaurs Flying in the Blue Sky"? It's about how to become a bird. The genes of birds and chickens are so similar that I think dinosaurs first became birds, and birds are slowly becoming chickens.
No, I still think there should be eggs first, because I think chickens are small dinosaur eggs that gradually evolve and then gradually become smaller and smaller! The first egg is probably the egg of a little dinosaur.
We were all unconvinced and thought our views were right, so we asked Mr. Xiong to judge us. When Teacher Xiong heard this, she smiled cleverly and said, You are right. She gently stroked our heads. You're all just guessing. Most scientists can't guess in recent years. You are really great. As long as you have your own reasons, you will be fine.
After listening to Mr. Xiong's words, we relaxed slowly, then became good friends and had a happy class together, which shows how smart Mr. Xiong is!
Writing a teacher's composition 14 teacher, what a sacred profession it is! We are the flowers of the motherland, and grow happily every day under the hard cultivation of teachers!
Some people say that teachers are like candles, illuminating others and burning themselves; Teachers are like gardeners, cultivating towering trees with red flowers and green grass, but getting old. But I said, you are a loving mother, caring for us in every way, so that we can thrive under your care; You are the helmsman, guiding us into the ocean of knowledge with the boat of the soul, and letting us fluctuate in the sea; You are a lighthouse, guiding us in the vast ocean and leading us to victory; You are the spring of love at first sight. Use the spring of knowledge to nourish our dry hearts and enrich our study and life. Winter goes and spring comes. Year after year, dust stains your sideburns. The podium keeps your figure, trying to make you bend over and change your face.
The poem "Spring silkworms die, candles burn their wick at night" says that the lives of silkworms and candles are short, but short lives are their eternal happiness!
Teacher, don't you like silkworms and candles? You work hard for us and your students day and night. Every time you stand on the podium and give us a lecture, you always have a glass of water in your hand, and the students think: Can the teacher have tea in class? However, who would have thought that this is not a cup of thirst-quenching water, but a throat-moistening granule. You give us lectures every day, and your voice is hoarse, but you still keep talking in a hoarse voice and try your best to give us lectures.
Teacher, you have taken great pains to inject cultural and scientific knowledge into our hearts, so that we can compete in the garden of our motherland. Teacher! I want to say to you quietly, "Dear teacher, you have worked hard." Thank you! "
Writing a teacher's composition 15 He has a classic endorsement: "Don't challenge the dignity of a male teacher!
Yes, that's what he said in class. It is the most clear and profound sentence I remember in so many classes. At that time, the whole class rowed noisily around the corridor outside the classroom and rowed noisily outside the information room. The bell has rung, and no matter how loud the shouts of Tang Yimou, Luo and Pan are, it is still very lively. Teacher Liao appeared from somewhere. First of all, he found several disobedient people from the team, and their behavior was simple and rude. After dinner, the crowd really obeyed and quieted down. He strode forward with his hand behind his back, and a sharp eye swept over: "I tell you, never challenge the dignity of a male teacher!" " Finally, he paused again. "Go in."
Because Monday afternoon is my record, I asked Mr. Liao because I was not sure about the list. The first time. Thinking: Just those three so-and-so "Oh, good. I replied, brushing off my name by hand, leaving only two or three people. The second time, it seems that Teacher Liao is in a good mood. Shy face, extremely shy smile: "Is this bad?" Under my hard questioning, he said Hou. The third time (yesterday), I remembered all the people who stood up by name. As a result, Mr. Liao was shy there for a long time, and a word came out and sent us away faintly: "Well ... I think this class is doing well, forget it." "At the end of the speech, eight shiny white teeth were exposed, leaving only one eye seam. Me: ... Oh, no, my teeth are too bright. Do you want to impress me? ...
Serious face: Don't challenge my dignity! Meditation face: just those words. Shy face: That's not good. Shy face: I think everyone is fine. ...
In fact, I think Mr. Liao seems to be so careless, right?