Dear teacher, excellent composition
Dear teacher excellent composition 1 Dear teacher:
Do you like your job recently?
Two years, two years together, bit by bit, like a CD, has been shown in my mind, looking back too many times, but only the word thank you.
Thank you!
With your company, I have found my own pursuit and a spiritual enjoyment of my own. Perhaps, only when the sun put away the last beam of light can the night come as scheduled, pull up her soft weft curtain and wrap everything in that broad and affectionate embrace, accompanied by a cool and watery mood.
In the dark, what I like best is sitting alone in front of the computer, making a cup of faint fragrant tea, opening WINAMP, listening to soft music, leafing through my favorite words, living quietly, depressed, just longing, in the dark, that calm and calm peace. The noise of the world devours the feeling of life, and the days flow through your fingers like running water. How much can you feel?
The hardships of life are accompanied by applause and flowers. There are too many dreams and too many concerns. Adjust your mood in the dark, think clearly in silence, and see your inner self; In leisure, calm, intimate opportunity; In the light, the interests are washed away and the true taste of the heart is gained. In the silence of the night, my heart realized something. In this quiet night, in this trickle of romantic music, I inadvertently thought of you again! Missing is an unspeakable taste. I still remember the first time we met, the first time you taught us, the first time I tried to talk to you about me … after many first times, we will be apart.
There are many people in the world and many teachers in Shantou Vocational College, but I just met you. Is this fate? Of all the teachers, I just hate to part with you. Is this also a fate? I don't know. I only know that there are many emotions that cannot be expressed in words, because fate is a wonderful thing.
Perhaps the acquaintance of two people is only a moment, but it takes a long time to forget. Therefore, treasure is the best choice. No matter what kind of teacher I meet in the future, you still have a space in my heart, just like no matter what kind of students you meet in the future, you have our children in your heart!
The night is hazy and cool as water. Write down these words by heart. ...
Dear teacher, excellent composition 2 people will always meet so many good teachers in their lives. As for me, I met a good teacher, who taught us math in our fifth grade. She is short, with a flower head and small eyes, and looks small and exquisite.
At first, we did not know each other. I think she is an angry teacher. But as the days passed, she gave me a good impression. She never steals classes, but takes us to do crafts, cook food and watch movies in comprehensive classes. Even if this class wants to take an exam, she will say in the tone of her big sister, "Does this class give us an exam?" Because of this, those of us who don't like exams always say, "OK!" " Also, as long as she attends class, we are all full of energy, waiting for her to give us a lecture. Therefore, the classroom efficiency is improved and students speak actively. If we can't, the teacher will stop and explain it to us again until we understand. After class, we looked at the class schedule and saw that the next class was math class, so we were alive and kicking and very happy.
She is not only efficient in class, but also gets along well with us!
She chats with us whenever she has time and tells us about her childhood. At the same time, she listened to our voices and laughter quietly, as if she were our bosom friends. When I went to Beijing by train this time, she said to us, "The middle berth is very comfortable and it is the best place to see the scenery. However, don't rob! "
When Teacher's Day arrived, I gave her my blessing, and she wrote back: I believe you will get used to it. You should get used to the new teacher slowly, and you must not fall behind in your academic performance because of this. Come on! There was a warm current in my heart at that time.
She doesn't work in our school for some reason, but I still haven't forgotten you, dear and respectable teacher Lu! No matter where you are, we will meet! Teacher Lu, thank you!
Dear Teacher Excellent Composition 3 Speaking of Teacher Wang, it's a drum floating from Nanyang-knock, knock, knock! Miss Wang is a famous foreign teacher, with a height of 1.75 meters, brown curly hair, blue eyes, a straight suit and rich knowledge. What a match! Your bright eyes are always full of youthful vitality, and your mouth can not only talk eloquently, but also sing beautiful songs.
Teacher Wang, your class is not only vivid, but also humorous. I remember the first time you took our Chinese class. Everyone agreed that you were from a foreign country and could not speak Chinese. But you took your first class in standard and vivid Chinese. Suddenly, the students burst into applause. What's more, students think it is difficult, but I didn't expect that under your explanation, students will soon master it. In class, you occasionally mix a sentence or two of English, so that everyone can feel your humor and wit. How can this not make people say, "You are great!" And then what?
Teacher Wang, not only do you have a set in class, but you can also see your vigorous posture on the basketball court. I saw you shouting "Pass the ball" to WU GANG, a basketball player in our class. WU GANG jumped up and threw the ball away. The ball draws a beautiful arc in the air and falls firmly into your hands. Then with a light jump, the ball made another arc and fell into the basketball basket firmly. "Good" I saw you snap your fingers and said happily. At this time, you are as happy as a child. Isn't this the performance of "greatness"?
Mr. Wang has another stunt-whistling. I remember you gave us a Chinese lesson. When the students finished learning the text at lightning speed and "broke through" the difficulties, you accidentally blew a whistle and attracted everyone's attention. Sure enough, after class is over, the students "study" around you. You didn't refuse, but you agreed, but there was a premise. No wonder everyone likes you very much.
This is our teacher Wang. Teacher Jiang, your humor and knowledge should not win our applause and a deep admiration: "You are great!" " "Really?
Dear Teacher Excellent Composition 4 In the fourth grade, we changed to a new teacher, that is, Mr. Qu. At the age of 37 and 38, she is still sunny and cheerful. In her class, she sometimes teaches us to read beautifully, sometimes makes us calculate accurately, sometimes leads us to spread our imagination wings, and sometimes leads us to solve problems from problems. Although she is strict with our study and activities, we still like her very much.
Whenever we don't do well, she always teaches us persuasively and patiently. Although she will say something to us when we make her angry, I know that the teacher loves us very much. In fact, every time we do something bad and make a mistake, it's like stabbing the teacher in the heart. The teacher will be very disappointed. She will pay us twice as much. I hope we can get better and better and become excellent children in study and quality.
In our eyes, teachers are not only strict, but also kind of mothers. I remember the first time I raised my hand to speak, because I was introverted, I seldom spoke. After I stood up, my heart was particularly nervous, my heart was pounding and I hesitated to answer the question. After I answered the question, the teacher encouraged me to say, "I have made progress, and I believe you will do better in the future." I will always remember this sentence, which gave me great encouragement. Since then, I have taken classes and my oral expression ability has improved. Without the encouragement of the teacher and the guidance of the teacher in every class in the future, I wouldn't be like this. Maybe I am still a quiet person now!
Every class, Mr. Qu will tell us some stories, which contain the philosophy of life and the truth of being a man. Teacher Qu's class feels that time passes quickly and easily. Not only I like listening, but all my classmates like listening.
In fact, every teacher loves his students very much, just in different ways. Teacher Qu is very strict with our study: the strokes of words should be standardized, the answers to questions should be complete, and the calculations should be accurate ... She wants us to try our best to do everything well, because only by doing every little thing in life can we do great things well. She tells us every day: If we can't even do small things well, how can we do big things well in the future? How can I realize my dream? How can we gain a foothold in society? ..... Her strict demands on us are that we all become moral and learned people in the future!
Finally, I want to say: Teacher Qu, how kind of you!
Dear Teacher Excellent Composition 5 My beloved teacher is Du Cong, a Chinese teacher in Class 4, Grade 6. Mr. Du is not tall and his temples are gray. Although he didn't do any earth-shattering feats, he was unusually calm when the earth shook and the sky shook, which made us realize the greatness of the teacher.
It was May 12, 2008. We were having an art class in the first class in the afternoon, and suddenly we felt as if someone had pushed us, and then the fluorescent lamp in the classroom shook. I don't know who shouted: "earthquake, go downstairs quickly." The students panicked and flocked to the stairwell together. I rushed down with the crowd. Students from all classes poured out and the stairwell was in chaos. At this moment, I heard a familiar voice: "Students, don't crowd, don't shout, get down quickly." Looking inside, there was a man standing on the stairs on the fifth floor. Ah! Isn't that our teacher Du? Why is he still standing there? "Teacher Du, come downstairs quickly, it's an earthquake!" I don't know who is shouting. "Classmate, you go first and stand in the middle of the playground. I'll be right down. Quick! " It turned out that he was evacuating his classmates, and the sign read "Floor Manager: Du Cong". The students all slowed down in front of Teacher Du. Although some people are in a hurry, most people can go downstairs in an orderly way.
In a short time, I was squeezed to the third floor, but from time to time came the familiar voice of Teacher Du: "Slow down, don't squeeze! Pay attention to the stairs, don't slip ... "At this time, I changed my previous point of view. Not all teachers just talk, just run for their lives ... I feel a kind of love in my heart.
The earth looks tired, but it is still rocking. When all the students gathered on the playground, I saw Mr. Du and several other teachers finally come down.
Every time I think back to the scene where Mr. Du evacuated the students, I feel that Mr. Du is so respectable-he gave us hope in the fight to the death; I kept the danger of death to myself.
Dear teacher, excellent composition by boarders 6 "School is our other home. At school, teachers are our parents. " Do you know who brought us into the door of knowledge? Who takes care of our daily life and diet at school? Who comforts us when we are sad and crying and encourages us when we fail? She (he) is our beloved teacher.
You introduced yourself to us on the first day of school. At that time, you were wearing a white T-shirt, an ordinary skirt, a slim figure, a long black hair with a high ponytail, slender eyebrows and a pair of eyes like spring water, projecting the light of wisdom. Coupled with a high nose and a small mouth, you make up my favorite-Miss Yan. Although she is usually serious, she is actually very gentle. For example, once, Teacher Yan led me and several other students to participate in a youth poetry contest outside the school. At the scene, I was scared to death. Teacher Yan looked at me with talking eyes, as if to say, "Come on, I believe you can do it." Before playing, she stroked my head and told me softly: don't be nervous, take your time. After listening to her words, I gradually calmed down and was afraid. In the end, because I didn't accumulate too many ancient poems, I didn't win glory for my class and didn't get the best results. Alas, I am extremely sad. But Mr. Yan didn't blame or complain. He just smiled and said to me, "Don't be discouraged. Take this failure as an opportunity to exercise yourself. Just do better next time." As soon as this sentence was finished, my original remorse and regret vanished, and my heart suddenly felt much more comfortable, relaxed and happy. Since then, my thirst for knowledge has become stronger and stronger, and my interest in learning has become stronger and stronger. I like Miss Yan better, too.
Teacher, you are the gardener, and I am the seedling of spring. Your hard work will stay on the green leaves, and your sweet smile will be reflected on the bright flowers. I hope your gentle words can wash away the sand in my confused mind and inspire me to move forward bravely in your whispering exhortation.
Come on, the 34th Teacher's Day. I want to thank teachers, grateful teachers, my lovely and respectable teachers!
Dear teacher, excellent composition 7 Swallows have gone, and there is time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But, dear teacher Liu, can you come back to me again?
Walking into the familiar and unfamiliar primary school campus, my thoughts are like a retrograde train, carrying me back to the days when I get along with you day and night. ...
In the sixth grade of primary school, we were all disappointed to learn that you had just transferred from the city to our school and worked as a Chinese teacher in our class this semester. Because you are so corny. Needless to say, if it weren't for the poor teaching in the city, how could such an old man be transferred to us We can't help talking about you in private.
Composition was a big problem for us to learn Chinese at that time. I still clearly remember the mantra at that time: "There was a composition problem on the stage, and someone scratched his scalp under the stage." I heard that your literary talent is very good, and we are looking forward to it.
I remember the first time in the composition class, you walked into the classroom in a straight Chinese tunic suit, scanned the audience with majestic eyes, and silently drew something on the blackboard with colored pens. "Really like it, really like it!" There was a sigh of admiration from below, which made me look up: strange, it is obviously a composition class, why draw a chicken? After painting, you asked me to answer what a rooster looks like, because my grandmother has a big rooster at home, so I was not stumped. I described it affectionately. ...
"Very good." You told me, and then the rooster song sounded in the classroom, and everyone was immersed in it. You made a face at us again and we all laughed. Just as we laughed happily, you suddenly turned around and wrote a composition topic on the blackboard: rooster in my heart! Strange to say, my inspiration flooded into my pen like a tide. ...
I didn't expect your class to be so humorous! In this way, we can't help loving you and your class. ...
Teacher Liu, are you doing well now? We haven't seen you since you retired home.
We miss you very much! -My most beloved teacher!
Dear teacher, the excellent composition slipped away from us in 8 days. Inadvertently, we all grew up and squinted and recalled the past. Everything seems to have happened just yesterday and suddenly appeared in front of me, so that when I opened my eyes, I couldn't find any trace.
I can't forget the teacher's care and love. When I was disheartened, the teacher constantly encouraged and comforted me.
Looking back on the days when I got along with you, I sometimes had conflicts with you and didn't know how to cherish the friendship at that time. Looking back now, I regret it.
When I was in a grade, the class teacher changed to a stranger, and my classmates said she was fierce. At that time, I believed it, and I was a little timid, because I didn't really appreciate the teacher's love. Think about it carefully, as long as you can improve your grades, you are not afraid of hardship and fatigue.
I sometimes tell her what to do and make irresponsible remarks. Absent-minded in class, making waves. You and I are incompatible, and it's silly to think of that time so far.
With the gradual growth of the days, my feelings with you are getting deeper and deeper, and I gradually like your class. Achievements have mushroomed, as the saying goes: "Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy."
Since then, you have been a gentle, beautiful, approachable and amiable teacher in my heart. Teachers are pearls in the dark. When you don't know the direction, a soft light guides you to take firm steps.
You only taught me for half a semester, but you took good care of me when I was sick, and I will always remember it.
I remember being sick at school once, and the teacher took me out to see a doctor at once. It's just that time flows through your fingers like running water, and it's the final exam in a flash.
Because of this, I completely changed you, and gradually you got to know each other. Know your love for me. Now I know: "Some people, some things, don't know how to cherish until they lose them."
Teacher, I really miss you.
"Time flies, the sun flies." In a blink of an eye, I am already a junior high school student. I spend less and less time with you and less and less time playing with you. ...
Although I haven't spent much time with you, I want to say thank you, teacher. I love you. I will never forget you.
Dear teacher's excellent composition 9 Someone once said, "The teacher is chalk. He sacrificed himself and educated us." Some people say, "Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating us." Others said: "Teachers are hardworking gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland with hardworking sweat." Teachers are the compass of our life. Without teachers, we will lose our way and go astray.
Every night, when we enter the sweet dream country, only the teacher still sits at the window and corrects our homework for the day until late at night, but the teacher can't rest. He has to prepare lessons until everything is finished. In class the next day, it hurts to look at the teacher's deep dark circles. I really want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard!"
I remember it was a winter. Outside the window, I am standing in my seat shivering with cold, because I am wearing a thin sweater (I am a resident and can only go home once a week). At this time, a teacher next door, my former head teacher Du Laishi, walked by the classroom window and gently asked me, "Did you bring clothes?" Why is it frozen like this? "I trembled and said," Yes, but in the dormitory. " "You put it on quickly and I'll tell your class teacher." The teacher said kindly. I ran into the dormitory and put on my clothes. At this time, there was a trace of warmth in my heart. A greeting, but how deep the teacher loves the students!
Another day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily and it was very cold. A classmate in the class shivered with cold without a coat. Our head teacher, Mr. Zhang, was afraid that the students would catch a cold, so he quickly took off his coat to keep the students warm. Later, the teacher caught a bad cold and had a high fever. He has been in bed for several days.
My favorite teacher, how great and amiable you are. You are our teacher, educating us all the time and caring for us all the time, just like our mother.
Ah! I love you, teacher, and I will never forget this teacher-student relationship.