I write with my teacher.
My teacher and I wrote a composition 1. Teacher Yang Xiaoyang is the head teacher of Grade One and the Chinese teacher of our class. Miss Yang is tall and well-proportioned. When talking, the round doll always has a smile on her face, which makes people feel so kind.
Teacher Yang once wore a coat with two bear heads. I think it's very interesting and I like it very much. Teacher Yang is very flexible in class. When some students are tired of listening to lectures, she will tell some stories to relax them. Teacher Yang has attended classes several times in spite of illness for the study and life of the whole class. I want to say that you have worked hard.
My mother picked me up several times late. After calling my mother, Teacher Yang always comforted me not to worry, and accompanied me to wait for my mother to pick me up. What time is it from 5 pm to 7 pm? When my mother came, I complained that my mother was late, but Miss Yang smiled and told me to be safe on the road.
Every time the weather turns cold, Mr. Yang always sends some things that students should pay attention to, such as eating and dressing, to every parent's mobile phone early, which makes people feel warm.
Teacher's Day is coming. I gave Mr. Yang a little green frog made by myself. Teacher Yang smiled after reading it, and I was very happy. Another time, when I was playing after class, I was hit by a senior classmate and lost a lot of blood. When Mr. Yang found out, he helped me clean and stop the bleeding. I clearly see that the teacher is worried, anxious and concerned about me. Thank you, Miss Yang.
I really hope that all naughty students in our class can listen to the teacher, and those who often can't finish their homework can finish their homework on time, so that Mr. Yang Can can worry less and get sick less. thank you
I'm glad to have such a good teacher in our class for the care and love that Teacher Yang has shown me over the past year.
I wrote a composition with my teacher. 2 One night, when I was doing my math homework, I made a mistake and didn't erase it with an eraser. I just erased it and drew it in my exercise book.
The next day, the math homework I did last night was handed out. I opened my exercise book and looked, "Ah!" I let out a cry of surprise. I only got 25 points in my homework last night. Next to this score, there is a word I hate most: poverty! On the right side of the word "poor", the teacher added an exclamation mark, which means that the teacher didn't expect me to do such poor homework.
I spent an afternoon with a nervous heart. Finally, after school, I thought I could escape this robbery smoothly. Who knows, just as I was about to leave school, "Feng, come here." A serious and familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Miss Li. Suddenly I thought: trouble is coming, and Miss Li is going to give me a "political lesson" again. Miss Li rushed over and said to me, "Feng Weijian, who will take you home later?" I said, "My father is coming to pick me up." "Tell your father to see me later." As soon as the voice fell, the teacher asked me to take out the homework I did last night. After a while, dad came. When the teacher saw his father coming, he quickly said to him, "Wei Jian was careless in doing his homework last night. During this time, he was always inattentive in class and often distracted. " After that, the teacher handed the exercise book to my father. I glanced at my father with my eyes and saw that his face was tight, like a soda biscuit. Then dad said, "What homework did you do? Did you do it with your heart? " "It seems that you have to correct your learning attitude." After listening to my father's words, my head hung down and my face was red to my ears. The teacher said kindly, "Wei Jian, you should listen carefully in class in the future, or you won't do your homework at night and get no grades in the exam. This is not just your personal problem. If you don't do well in the exam, it will drag down the whole class and lower the average score. " Also, you should spend more time studying instead of thinking about playing all day, you know? ""well, I see. " I nodded hard and replied.
After listening to the teacher's education, my mood suddenly became clear.
Don't worry, teacher. I will listen carefully in class from now on and do my homework after school. I will not live up to the teacher's expectations.
Thank you teacher!
My teacher and I still clearly remember the temperature of your palm. You always like to pat me on the head and hum and hide colorful nursery rhymes. ...
That winter, there was heavy snow in the sky, falling like falling feathers. It was very cold at that time, but I loved beauty and only wore a pink sweater. After class, I sat shivering in my seat, rubbing my hands with my mouth and shrinking myself into a ball. Maybe you noticed me. You come over with a lesson plan in your hand: "Is it cold?" I looked up at your kind eyes and didn't know what to say at the moment. You patted me on the head with those big hands and said with a smile, "It must be very cold. Let the teacher give you a down jacket. " After that, I took off my down jacket and helped me put it on. The feeling of warmth spread all over my body. I suddenly thought of something and looked up: "teacher, aren't you cold?" "The teacher is not cold, you can wear it, goodbye!" You walked out of the classroom with a smile and disappeared in the corridor where snowflakes were flying.
Finally, you don't seem to be sick like the old ending. I have to admit that your immunity is really strong, at least that's what you told me.
It's really hopeless I forgot your name. I only have graduation photo from kindergarten. We all laughed happily. I will definitely come to see you again when I have the chance.
I remember when I fell, you helped me up with a smile; When I cry, please wipe away my tears; Patiently enlighten me when I am troubled; It was your gentle eyes that accompanied me through my carefree childhood.
Yes, I remember: I love you!
My teacher and I are writing 4. Teachers are lighthouses, illuminating the way forward for us; The teacher is the spring breeze, blowing away the doubts in our hearts; The teacher is sunshine, driving away the "darkness" around us ... Ah! I will always miss him in my heart-my composition xu teacher.
He is plain, but he has a glib tongue. I always don't pay attention to hygiene when writing my composition, which leads to "black spots" everywhere in my notebook from time to time. Xu teacher said to me, "The quality of this composition is not good." "Why? You haven't seen it yet! " He said slowly, "because there is a musty smell in the book!" " I blushed and bowed my head. From then on, when I write an article or composition, I will wash my hands in advance. In addition to "spots", typos often "patronize" my notebook. Once, the notebook was sent out, and when I opened it, the "red door" was stacked on top of each other. Xu teacher wrote in the eyebrow criticism: "It's really' a dangerous building is 100 feet high, and the hand can pick up the stars'!" I quickly corrected it. After the circle was over, watching one door after another turn into a mouth, xu teacher said, "Yes, a high-quality project can be called a real building!" Hearing this, I made up my mind not to build a house.
Xu teacher not only teaches language humor, but also has always been a "happy fruit" in our class!
The king of our class is the king of composition, but at first he was only the first. On that occasion, he handed in his composition with answers. xu teacher first approved his composition and praised it, saying that he would definitely win the Nobel Prize in Literature, and held an "award ceremony" at a get-together. From then on, she bravely caught up with us, caught up with us in a big step and won the position of "top student". I also wrote an article "My Hometown", and xu teacher said, "Grandpa Ba Jin wrote the same thing. I think you can change your name to "24K pure gold" by going up a storey still higher! Come on! "I'm so proud, I can't wait to let the whole world know where" Xiaojin "is! From then on, every time I write, I am full of firepower, and every time I write, it is better. However, after the article was submitted by me, there has been no reply so far.
Since "Sai Ba Jin", people in the class have been dubbed "composition experts" and "composition king" from time to time ... Our compositions are getting better and better, and the frequency of appearing in newspapers is getting higher and higher. However, xu teacher was "laid off" in advance for physical reasons, so he can't teach us any more.
Ah! Teacher Xu, I wish you a speedy recovery and return to the "front line of education" again. We will wait for you forever!
I have never sat so close to my teacher.
I dare not look up. I kept staring at my hand, but I could clearly feel the fiery flame in her eyes.
I know I made a mistake. I didn't wear my school uniform and my pants were buckled. When I got the round stick with the teacher's signature, my tears soon fell on it. I can't wait to tear this note into pieces, knead it into a ball and throw it in the trash can, but I know I can't.
The truth has been in front of me, and the teacher has been staring at me. No one spoke and the atmosphere was silent. I know the teacher is angry.
I hung my head down and my tears hung reluctantly in the corner of my eyes. I tried not to let it fall, and my lips turned white with my teeth. I want to sniff, but I dare not make any noise. I can only keep swallowing. I have been sobbing, my palms are sweating and my shoulders are shaking. "If my classmates see it, they will laugh at me. The teacher must think I am too fragile." I think.
After five minutes, just when I thought the teacher was going to give me a lecture, the teacher put his hand on my back and patted me. Imagine how my mother felt when I was a child, and I gradually calmed down. The teacher's action surprised me. How can a teacher who has always been serious and rigid be like this?
So I looked up.
Her eyes faded from the flame just now, replaced by a trace of helplessness and calm. I know, as a good student, I was deducted, which must have disappointed her. I'm nervous and worried about whether my parents will criticize me. On Friday, the tutor will criticize the whole class again, which really makes me breathless.
She looked at me and opened her mouth and said, "Tian Yiwei, how can you deduct points?" The tone of questioning and helplessness shows that she didn't expect me to deduct points. I was silent.
She said a lot later, and I just kept silent: this is the truth, and I was really wrong.
Four days later, at the tutor's meeting, she criticized me in front of the whole class, and her tone was still serious and stuffy. When the eyes of the whole class came over, I bowed my head again and made up my mind never to deduct points or bow my head again.
The teacher is far away in the eyes of the whole class. Everyone looks at her like a minister looking up at the queen on the throne, but she is very close to me. She is a "loving mother" and a strict teacher. She let me know the mistake in her own way and corrected it. Thank you teacher!
My teacher and I have unconsciously come to the eleventh for a whole year. I made new friends and new teachers. In this new environment, my tutor gave me the greatest help.
After the results of the third issue were announced, I was extremely shocked: nearly 30 points lower than the total score of the first issue! After reading this bright music score, I suddenly feel gloomy, and the sky seems to be no longer so clear and overcast.
I lost my mind and stumbled back to the tutor class. The class was noisy, and the students asked each other about their grades. When asked about me, I kept silent. The result seems to be painted on my face, which hurts. I sat on the ground in frustration and helplessness, praying for silence.
The classroom seems to have really met my requirements and quieted down. I wondered, looked up, and sure enough, the tutor came.
"What's the matter? Have you thought about it? " She said in a joking tone.
"Oh, I failed the exam. Come and calm down. "
"Still sitting on the ground calm? Don't get cold before you calm down, get up. " She held out a hand.
I put my hand on it, and when she shook it hard, I stood up.
"Shall we talk?" I was taken to the corner of my office by her, away from the noisy crowd.
I told her my pain and regretted my carelessness. Speaking of the difference in scores and the strange eyes of my classmates, I couldn't help crying in my voice.
Oh, come on, come on, why are you crying? Don't cry, don't say that I will bully you in the future and your eyes will be swollen. "She took out a few paper towels and handed them to me. Her words also made me laugh through tears.
"Do you think so, with your strength, the test failed once, it is not easy to go back next time? In addition, if you do well in the next exam, there will be a leap award. Is it worth planning? You carefully analyze the problem this time, try harder and get a high score ... "
She enlightened me with her heart and eased my uncomfortable mood. And the language is very relaxed, which makes me laugh out loud, greatly increasing my confidence and eliminating the invisible gap between teachers and students.
I want to thank my tutor for helping me. Thank her for helping me when I was in trouble, and for her concern and care for each of us.
Thank her for spending the first year of junior high school with us.
Speaking of teachers, what do you think of teachers? I think teachers are like chalk, sacrificing themselves and spreading profound knowledge to students. The teacher is like a star, which illuminates us and our direction. Teachers are like a golden key, leading ignorant people into the treasure house of knowledge ... Teachers are selfless and contribute to society silently!
When I was in the fourth grade, Teacher Luo became the head teacher of our class. Teacher Luo wears a pair of glasses and has long hair. She looks energetic!
I am an unconfident girl, but with the encouragement of my teacher again and again. Chinese is also a bit poor, including composition. If you don't understand, you can read the following story: once I wrote a fairy tale and taught it to my teacher. The teacher thought I wrote well and was very patient. The teacher also spent a lot of time teaching me to write a composition. The teacher told me: "when writing a composition, you should be serious and have an attitude." When writing fairy tales, we should also pay attention to punctuation and words. If you use your imagination, you can write a fairy tale and composition. " "Well, I see. I will write the composition well. " Two days later, I successfully wrote a fairy tale. The name of this fairy tale is: fox and sheep. The teacher thought the writing was not bad, so she revised my composition and submitted it. Unexpectedly, she won the first prize. I can't believe it myself. I can write such a good composition. When I learned that I won the first prize, the teacher praised me first. The teacher said, "It's not that your composition is not good, but that you have no confidence in yourself, so you should believe in yourself in the future and don't lose confidence in yourself." "Well, I see. I will raise my hand more in class later. It doesn't matter if I get the wrong answer. The key is to have confidence in yourself. " I said happily, "The key is to have confidence in yourself."
Teacher's Day is coming. I came to say thank you to the teacher! I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not your efforts! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You have cultivated the beautiful fruit of our emotions with the clear spring of mind. On this unusual Teacher's Day, we extend our deep blessings to you! You see, there are countless stories between me and Teacher Luo, because I like Teacher Luo. Teacher Luo is always so serious, but there is a touch of gentleness in seriousness. This is my favorite teacher Luo!
I wrote eight with my teacher. The wind is no longer cold. She floated into our classroom with warm air. We are having a relaxing Chinese class in the classroom.
"I said, many dear friends ..." Teacher Ren said softly. Although this sentence has echoed in our ears many times, the students are still as excited as when they first heard it. In this way, everyone's spirit is concentrated in one sentence. "This composition needs to be revised word for word ..." Teacher Ren went on to say. The students nodded in succession, and then carefully examined their articles. I also read my article with relish, and the more I read it, the harder I worked. I think it's good that I haven't changed a few strokes, so I handed the composition to the teacher and waited for the teacher to read it.
"This sentence should not be written like this ..." Teacher Ren pointed at a sentence in my composition with a red pen in his hand. "Didn't I tell you to change one word at a time?" The teacher's tone gradually became harsh, which made me feel at a loss. I stared at the sentence pointed out by the teacher for a long time, and it was a bit awkward to read. "ah? Why didn't I find it awkward when I saw it just now? " "That's because you have experienced it, so you know what's going on. But don't forget, readers won't stick to you every day. How can they understand? " After listening to the teacher's words, my heart suddenly opened up. So, I took the article and said, "I'll change it again!" "He turned and ran to his seat. Behind him came the teacher's words: "Be careful! "
I sat back in my seat, and my mind echoed with every word of Teacher Ren. I read it again and again, and every time I read it, I can find some loopholes in the article. I slowly changed it until all my classmates were ready to go home with their schoolbags on their backs. I stopped and took a deep breath. I held up the article and read it through, thinking, "There should be no problem this time." He picked up the composition and walked into the office.
"Changed?" "Well, have a look!" The teacher cleared the desk, sat down and began to review. Seeing the teacher read so carefully, I felt a little uneasy, and my eyes couldn't help looking at the article for fear of negligence again. Sure enough, the teacher found the problem: "This word is not appropriate." The teacher spoke and carefully revised it with a red pen, while I stood by and carefully tasted the sentences revised by the teacher, which was really charming.
My teacher and I are writing 9. My teacher is an amiable teacher. She teaches all kinds of classes. In life, she cares about her classmates and is a good teacher in our mind.
Teacher Liu, do you remember? Once after school, I went to the school gate and waited for my father to pick me up. Because it is winter, the northwest wind is blowing in the sky, and the wind is biting. "It's so cold!" "I said to myself. I stood there timidly, and several other students were trembling, waiting for their parents to pick me up. After a while, other students were picked up by their parents, leaving me alone. I stamped my foot, and at first, I felt colder. At this time, you came out of the teaching building and saw me waiting for my parents, so you came over and asked me, "Macey, my parents haven't come to pick me up yet. Are you cold? " "No. . Cold. " I shook hands and said. Then you touched my hand and said, "Your hand is so cold, and you still say it's not cold. "So you take off your gloves and pass them on to me. I said, "No, Miss Liu. But you put the glove in my hand, and I put it in my hand and said, "You gave me the glove. What are you going to do?" You smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, my home is nearby. "Then you turned and left. I look at your back and my eyes are wet. I think what a good teacher he is. He gave me his gloves even though he caught a cold. Although it is a pair of small gloves, it can't keep warm in the weather at that time, but it can reflect your meticulous care for your classmates. From the moment I put on my gloves, I felt warm and not cold anymore.
Another time, there was a flu epidemic, and most students in the class were infected with each other, so they could not attend classes normally, leaving only a few students in the class. At that time, I also had a fever and rested at home. You always feel uneasy, call us and ask us on the phone: "Did you go to the hospital?" ? Are you feeling better? Pay attention to rest, drink plenty of water and take medicine on time ... "I feel much better when I hear your kind words." Later, I heard from my classmates who stayed in school that you were ill at that time, but in order not to let the students miss class, you still insisted on coming to school to give lectures to the students.
Dear teacher, you have paid too much for us! I have a lot of heartfelt words to say to you, but a thousand words can be summed up in the most refined sentence: "thank you, teacher!" " "
My composition with my teacher 10 single teacher is an excellent Chinese teacher and our class teacher. She left an indelible impression on me from the first day I went to school. She has bright eyes, slim figure, and sometimes she speaks humorously. She is our good friend after class and explores the mystery of Chinese with us in class, as if we were classmates, not teachers and students. She is gentle, generous and amiable, and she is a person I admire very much in my mind.
Teacher Shan is in charge of our study. She not only teaches us the knowledge in books, but also teaches us to think and develop our brains every day. Teach us to accumulate reading, idioms solitaire, and increase our vocabulary. In order to cultivate our writing ability in the future, since the first grade, the teacher has asked us to keep a diary of one sentence every day, and I have always insisted on it. Up to now, when I was in the second grade, I kept two diaries every week.
I am a particularly timid classmate, and Teacher Shan is very concerned about my class performance. Once, in the eighth Chinese class, Carol and her kitten, the teacher asked a question. I'm nervous and my classmates are very active. I also raised my hand, but I thought, "Teacher, teacher, don't call me!" " I buried my head deeply, but what I didn't want to happen happened after all. "Li, please answer." I stood up slowly, blushing like an apple. "I, I ..." The students all laughed. I am so nervous that I can't even lift my head. I can't wait to find the crack in the ground. I faltered, my heart was uneasy and my heart was pounding. I am afraid that Teacher Shan will criticize me and even scold me. I glanced at the teacher quietly with my eyes. There was only kindness in the teacher's eyes, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, Li, take your time. It doesn't matter if the answer is wrong. " I slowly calmed down, got up the courage and answered the questions loudly and smoothly. The whole class applauded warmly, and Mr. Shan smiled with relief, as if to say, "Great! What a good answer! " My heart is as sweet as honey.
Teacher Shan is a good teacher and head teacher. She loves us as much as her mother, convinces us with persuasive reasons and supervises us with stern eyes. She is so kind to us that we can't help loving and respecting her from the bottom of our hearts. All our classmates like her. She is a good friend of all of us and a good teacher in my mind.