The teacher's figure composition is 400 words (1). His hair is a little white and he is getting old, but his tall figure remains in my heart. He is my father.
Dad never said to me, "Dad loves you." But I know that no matter what mistakes I make, my father always loves me.
That time, my mother was working the night shift and I had a high fever. Sleeping in bed at night, although my eyes are closed, I can't sleep. In the middle of the night, my father got up to see me, and my eyes were half open. I saw my father help me tie the quilt, touch my head and gently walk out of the bedroom. Although I can't see my father's face clearly, his back is always straight and clear. I think I am the happiest child in the world, and my father is the most considerate father.
On another occasion, my father hurt his hand and tied his arm with a belt every day. At the beginning of school, I need to move my desk to school, but it's a long way and my father's arm is injured. I really don't know what to do, but my father said firmly, "I'll help you move to school." I said, "Your hand ..." Before I finished, my father lifted the table with his other hand and went out. I helped in the back and saw his back. I think my father is the bravest and strongest man.
My father is very simple, but his back will always stay in my heart, although he didn't say "Dad loves you!" " But I will say to my father, "I love you! "You are the greatest father!"
The teacher recited 400 words of composition (2). Have you really known your teacher?
What I remember most is my former class teacher. He is usually taciturn and not good at talking. This temperament makes us all reject him. Every time we hear someone talk about what new plans and games the teacher has made for them, we hate him even more, almost to the point of hating the head teacher. We spent nearly six years in this mood.
I am not a good student myself, polite, with excellent grades and charming. At that time, the class teacher often scolded me, which made me very embarrassed. On graduation day, we sat in the classroom and talked to the teacher for the last time. He simply explained that he should study hard in junior high school and not be naughty, so he was silent. We had a boring chat with the classmates next to us. Inadvertently looked up at him, and he also looked at us, looking very carefully, as if to engrave everyone in his mind. There are many wrinkles on his face, and his hair seems to be much thinner. When he moves his mouth, the meat on his cheeks will squeeze together. He is old, and in the six years he spent with us. We can't remember when we first met him. Whether we have a small notebook with everyone's name in our hand, can we tell each other one by one, and whether we are smiling or not, lead our neat team into the classroom.
It was not until the last bell rang that he got up, gave us a deep look for the last time, and then tilted his head. Every step is heavy, his back is so thin, but at that moment I feel so tall and solemn. Until now, I will never forget it.
Teachers recite 400 words of composition (3) I have many teachers, among whom the head teacher, Miss Li, hurts us the most.
Miss Li is a little older than my mother. She prepares lessons carefully every night and often stays up late.
Miss Li is very beautiful, with a smile on her face from time to time. She loves us very much. Once, my classmate accidentally dropped his foot and bled. Teacher Li was very anxious, so she personally helped her classmates to the infirmary for the doctor to take good care of them. Teacher Li's behavior still touches us.
Teacher Li is very serious. One day, while she was talking about the text, a classmate was playing with toys with relish under the table. The teacher stared at him, so he put down his toys and listened attentively with us. But in a short time, the classmate picked up the toy again and played seriously. The teacher was furious and shouted, "Gurui (classmate's name), you stay this afternoon." Then the teacher began to talk about the class with relish. That afternoon, the teacher taught him a lesson, and sure enough, the next day, he was much more careful in class.
Miss Li is very concerned about us. Once, the teacher found that a classmate didn't do a lot of homework in his notebook. He immediately called his parents and said that the teacher wanted him to make up his homework. I picked it up the next day and found that what I didn't do was a supplement, and there was nothing wrong. We all admired him and asked him what was going on. He said, "The teacher's patience is really good. I'm not tired of leaving me until six o'clock. " We burst into laughter and said, "It's not that the teacher is patient, it's that the teacher cares about you.
My teacher is like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others.
Several teachers have taught me since I went to school. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious, and some are humorous. ...
My favorite teacher is our head teacher, Miss Li Yanhua. Miss Li is very beautiful. She is tall and thin with long hair. Sometimes she wears a shawl, which is fashionable and generous. Sometimes she wears a masson pine, which is beautiful and youthful. A pair of bright eyes. Sometimes gentle, sometimes serious.
Thinking of Miss Li's seriousness, it must be that we didn't listen carefully and didn't finish our homework carefully. Now that I think about it, I'm really sorry for the teacher. The teacher prepares lessons carefully every day and wants us to do well in the exam, but we are not serious.
Just this morning, Miss Li severely criticized us again. The whole class can't miss a word in the paper. I reluctantly took out my notebook. Indeed, the order at work early today was too chaotic and the exam was not ideal. I think it's our fault that Miss Li lost her temper this time.
If the teacher is happy, he is gentler and kinder than anyone else. The lecture was also full of enthusiasm. Teacher Li will tell the text with a loud and vivid voice and a vivid and exaggerated expression, which fascinates me.
The teacher recited 400 words of composition (5) I can't forget my alma mater, which I have trained for many years, and I can't forget the teacher's concern for me.
I remember that it was the day of the third grade, and I stayed on duty with several classmates at the end. Soon, the sky was overcast with thunder and lightning. After a gust of wind, it began to rain cats and dogs. After our duty, several students were taken back by their parents, leaving me alone. I waited a long time, but I didn't see my mother pick me up. Suddenly, there was a burst of footsteps. When I looked back, it turned out to be Miss Huang, the head teacher. The teacher said to me, "Tingting, what's the matter?" Mom didn't come to pick you up? " I nodded, and the teacher took out an umbrella from his bag and said to me, "Then I'll take you home." "No, thank you, teacher." "Never mind, I'd better take you home." "But ..." Stop it and let's go. "Under my argument with my teacher, I still want to go home with him. Walking, I suddenly found my teacher trembling. I looked at the teacher. Alas, the teacher's clothes are all wet. It turned out that the teacher put the umbrella beside me to prevent me from getting wet. I watched, and my eyes could not help but shed tears: what a good teacher. After a while, we got home. I haven't had time to keep the teacher, and the teacher has gone far and far.
Looking at the teacher's distant back, I thought: Ah! Teachers love their students too much.