One of my teachers wrote a composition (17 in general)

One of my teachers wrote a composition (1)

Aunt Huo said: "Everyone's life is a boat, and ideal is the sail of the boat." My ideal is to be a teacher. Be a teacher without great reputation.

My mother said to me when I was young: "Teacher is a sacred position." So, my heart is sowing the seeds. When I was young, I longed to be a teacher. "A teacher is an engineer of the human soul." As a teacher, he is so tall but not great, which makes people naturally admire him. Watching the teacher sow the seeds of knowledge on the platform, I can't help looking forward to the future: if I were a teacher, how wonderful it would be. The white hair on the teacher's head is the most beautiful; The teacher holding a pen to correct homework is the most beautiful; It is most beautiful for a teacher to hold a textbook and talk with relish in the classroom. Teachers have no complaints, no bold words, and no strong words. People who spend their lives with chalk, they teach us good style and excellent conduct, which will benefit us all our lives.

My ideal is not only to be a teacher, but also to be an excellent and lovely primary school teacher. The importance of primary school teachers lies not in their teaching of great principles, but also because they write indelible traces on the hearts of children as white as paper, which often affect their lives. I will take the whip that has no growth rings and cultivate the years. Standing on the platform, I was so proud. The following is a pair of eyes eager for knowledge around me. I feel many young hearts are close to me.

However, if I don't study hard now, my ideal will disappear like a bubble. I must now pursue my ideal, hope, hope and tomorrow. Ideal, ambition and success are recurring decimals, inseparable and linked with hope. Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I always encourage myself with this ideal, and never give up easily. After all, this is the ideal hope.

If we say "ideal is the sail of a boat", then I will now raise the sail of the ideal boat and sail hard to a port called "Teacher".

One of my teachers wrote a composition (2)

Ideal is a beacon, illuminating the dark night; Ideal is a sail, which will guide you to the other side of success; Ideal is the beacon of life navigation, shining with the light of victory. Life is colorful because of ideals. My ideal is to be a hardworking gardener - a glorious people's teacher.

Teachers are engineers of the human soul. Generations of teachers have devoted themselves and selflessly worked on the three foot high platform year after year in January, spreading knowledge and human civilization, and cultivating a batch of outstanding talents for the country.

In kindergarten, the teacher taught us to sing, dance and tell us stories. At that time, I thought that the teacher was really amazing and great, so I decided to be a wonderful teacher! Slowly, I began to go to school, and felt that the teacher was more magical. The words and knowledge that you don't know will suddenly become clear as soon as the teacher speaks them. The teacher also taught us the truth of being human and told us to be honest and good students. Whenever we are sad, the teacher will give us comfort; Whenever we encounter setbacks, the teacher will give us encouragement. Therefore, this makes me more firm in my belief as a teacher.

If I become a teacher, go up to the three foot high platform and impart knowledge to children, I will lead them to swim in the ocean of knowledge and play in the paradise of knowledge. What a wonderful thing! I will treat my students as my children, take care of them and educate them like my own children. I will let them understand the true meaning of life from small stories; Let them appreciate the silence of all sounds from the songs and picturesque poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties, but the silence of the chimes. Let them feel the magic of nature from the blooming buds. When they win the cup, I will tell them not to be proud, but to make persistent efforts and continue to work hard in the future; When they are discouraged by difficulties in their growth, I will tell them not to be discouraged. Persistence is to succeed in cultivating them into good children with love, responsibility and sense of justice. When they grow up, they will become useful to society and dedicated to the motherland.

Ideal is an abyss. From the moment you jump down, you are forced to fight hard. Or, the roc spreads its wings and soars; Or, if there is no sound at the bottom of the abyss, I will choose the former, and I will work hard to move forward to my own ideal step by step!

One of my teachers wrote a composition (3)

Today, the teacher gave us a composition "If I were a teacher". Seeing this topic, I couldn't help thinking of the picture of the teacher taking care of us: the teacher cares about us every day. Look, a classmate is lying on the table, his face is sallow, and he can't even stand up. Suddenly, his vomit rushed down like the Yellow River, and the students were shocked: some were at a loss, some were caring about their classmates, and some quickly picked up mops. The teacher hurried to the students, asked him a few words, and took him to work. She was carefully taken care of during a class, and at noon, her parents were asked to take her to the hospital. If I were a teacher, I would do the same.

I also care about my classmates. When they want to play games, I will take them to play to their heart's content. When they smile one by one, I feel happy.

I also want to let the students know that they should care about their parents. I will often make some cosmetics, and let the children give these to their parents through their own efforts, so that they can use their hard work to repay their parents.

I will also assign very few but very skilled homework. Let them read more books that are useful to us in their spare time. Make life happier and happier, and let students live happily every day.

When several students do not listen to me, I will invite them to the office to talk with them carefully, let them know their behavior is wrong, and actively correct it. Let the students in our class unite as one to win honor for the class! Honor the school! Let the school honor our class!

I want to be good friends with my classmates. After class, we communicate and play games together. If I know what uncivilized places are, I will let them correct. If students find out what shortcomings I have, I will correct them in time. Let lonely people happily play games with their classmates.

I want to teach my students to be pillars of the country, contribute to the motherland, and let everyone in our country live a happy life.

This is what I should have when I grow up to be a teacher. Now step up your efforts and realize my dream as soon as possible!

One of my teachers wrote a composition (4)

The most lovely teacher in the school is our lovely teacher Yang Hui. As long as you smell the fragrance of blueberries, it must be our "Queen Laurie" Yang Hui's debut.

Our teacher Huihui is different from other math teachers. She always carries a rose colored plastic basket, like a little girl selling flowers, every day. Although the basket is small, there are many things in it. There is a box for pens, and a transcript. What's more valuable is that her own homework is also in it, which is convenient for us to correct homework. This Huihui teacher is not only cute! They are also very serious about their work!

Teacher Huihui likes doing exercises in class. Once, "Fang Genius", who thought he was smart beside me, shouted happily, "It's too easy, I've done it!" Huihui also responded simply, "Yang Hui finished it yesterday!" The tense atmosphere of the whole class disappeared and everyone laughed. What a lovely and earnest teacher this is!

I like math very much, half of it is because of teacher Huihui. I love math, but I change it the same day. Once, I criticized Huihui for correcting my homework. I had to stand upright in front of my favorite teacher, so I held my hands in front of my body and looked at the teacher's homework seriously. When the teacher finished correcting my homework, he looked at me and asked, "Why do you stand so serious every time? Like my leader or a general." At that time, I was very embarrassed. I didn't know what to say, so I had to smile helplessly.

In fact, Huihui has a unique feature that she likes to lie on the windowsill to change her homework, so that she can find students easily and put homework on the windowsill. What a clever teacher!

How can I not like this lovely, serious and intelligent teacher?

One of my teachers wrote a composition (5)

In my memory, there are many teachers I like, but my favorite is Mr. Li Hui who teaches us Chinese.

She is tall, with long wavy hair, and looks very energetic. She often likes to wear beautiful dresses and always dresses appropriately. Her speaking eyes behind her glasses are full of wisdom. The most magical thing is that her mouth is like a treasure house of knowledge. It will tell us what we want to know.

Miss Li's class is lively and interesting. I remember one time in a Chinese class, when Mr. Li just entered the classroom, he asked us if we could play the game of driving a train? We said together, "Yes." But I looked at her with puzzled eyes and thought: How can I play kindergarten games in class? While I was thinking about this, Miss Li had written the new words to be learned that day on the blackboard, then turned around and said with a smile: "Today we use a new method to learn these new words, which is called driving a train. Four people form a group. First, one of them reads Pinyin, the second speaks the structure and radicals of the characters, the third forms words, and the fourth reads all the sounds, structures, radicals, and words. " After Miss Li said that, we happily started the train again and again, and soon the students remembered the new words in this game, until the bell rang, we were still immersed in the happy game.

Miss Li not only speaks fluent Mandarin, but also her reading is very distinctive. She often reads us some extra-curricular books after we finish our learning tasks. Her vivid expression, proper tone and humorous tone make us laugh from time to time. With lifelike stories, Mr. Li made us feel the happiness of reading and brought us into a happy reading world.

Miss Li not only does well in class, but also cares about every student in our class. Whenever she meets a classmate's birthday, Miss Li will hold a birthday party in the class, sing a birthday song for the classmate, and send the best wishes to him (her).

This is my favorite teacher. Not only do I like her, but all our classmates like her.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (6)

In everyone's heart, there is a person who admires. He may be a clever scientist, a great person, or an extremely glorious star. And the person I admire most is a teacher - Xiangxiang teacher.

In learning, I inevitably have some setbacks and failures, for which I often make trouble without reason. Xiangxiang teacher not only disagreed, but also taught me in a gentle tone: "Everyone has some setbacks and frustrations on his life path, but as long as he faces them bravely, he will succeed in defeating these difficulties! Isn't there a saying like this? 'Difficulties are springs, and you will be strong if you are weak, and you will be weak if you are strong'. Through Xiangxiang teacher's teaching, It suddenly dawned on me. And secretly determined: I will not be defeated by difficulties, I will defeat difficulties. Since then, when I encounter difficulties, I will remember what Xiangxiang teacher taught me, and then find a solution, and finally the problem will be solved.

I remember another time, when I arrived at school, the first and second classes were still good, but the third class, my body was not good, and I felt pain all over, especially the most severe stomach pain, and also shouted loudly. Xiangxiang teacher knew that and immediately sent me to the hospital for rescue. My originally cold body felt very warm because I was lying on the warm back of Xiangxiang teacher. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Xiangxiang teacher. When Xiangxiang teacher saw me wake up, his face immediately showed an excited expression, saying: "Jiejun, you wake up. I just called your parents, and they will come soon. Also, in the future, you must eat breakfast on time. Your report just came out, and the cause is not eating breakfast, lack of nutrition." I nodded happily. It was almost dusk, and my parents finally came. At this time, Xiangxiang teacher had to go home to rest. However, Xiangxiang teacher was reluctant to give up and looked at me with concern from time to time when he left.

Ah, Xiangxiang teacher, your love is as gentle as the spring breeze and as cool as the spring spring; Warm as the sun, your love is more kind than mother love, more severe than father love, more brotherly than friendship!

Xiangxiang teacher, you are the teacher I admire all my life!

One of my teachers wrote a composition (7)

There was a respected teacher in my primary school. The teacher's surname is Chen. Chen is a person who is sometimes humorous and sometimes strict.

Mr. Chen, when he sees that his classmates are in trouble, he will try his best to help. For example, when a classmate fell down and got hurt, Mr. Chen would personally help him apply the medicine, and would also ask him if he still felt pain.

If a student fails to hand in his homework, Mr. Chen will teach a lesson in a stern tone. So the students all said that Mr. Chen has two faces, one is kind and the other is stern.

When Mr. Chen is teaching, he will use some interesting methods in class. If the students are tired, Miss Chen will give us a rest, and she will also tell some jokes to ease the tired learning atmosphere. We will become energetic after listening.

Mr. Chen, if he finds out that his classmates' birthday day is the birthday day, he will send gifts to the birthday classmates, and the classmates will surprise her on Mr. Chen's birthday. Although I seldom saw Mr. Chen after graduation. But he is also a teacher I respect.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (8)

When I was in the third grade, I changed to a new head teacher, Mr. Zhang Wei and Mr. Zhang. However, I still miss Miss Wang Lijuan, the head teacher of Grade One and Grade Two, because Miss Wang has given me many good memories.

In the second grade, Mr. Wang will let us play the game of "Idiom Solitaire"; As long as the last lesson is Mr. Wang's every day, Mr. Wang will also read Robinson Crusoe, which our whole class likes, at the end of school; When Mr. Wang read the text, his voice was very pleasant; Once I had a nosebleed at school, and Mr. Wang also helped me clean up... Many memories that Mr. Wang left for me are deeply 'imprinted in my mind and will never be erased.

Miss Wang is still in our school, but every time I see her, I thank her in my heart, thank our Miss Wang! She has educated us for two years, so that we can achieve excellent results. When we are excellent, she will be pleased.

The two days before school began, Mr. Wang suddenly said on QQ that he would change the head teacher. My parents told me that I was very sad.

Thank you, Mr. Wang!

One of my teachers wrote a composition (9)

Think about it, in a twinkling of an eye, there is still a month to graduate from primary school! At this time, the smiling faces appeared in my mind, and I was happy to be inspired. My pen tip jumped on the paper and wrote "Good Teacher beside me".

From the day of entering the school, everyone will meet many teachers, and according to their own preferences, the good teachers in their minds are also produced, and I am no exception. My idea of a good teacher is Mr. Li Cunting, who is now teaching us Chinese.

One year ago, I entered the sixth grade with great joy. The teacher who impressed me most was my Chinese teacher, Mr. Li. He impressed me with patience, kindness and seriousness.

Teacher Li is also very humorous. In class, she often makes everyone laugh with her humorous words.

Mr. Li is also very good at arguing. Some students raised objections in class, and he was able to quickly reject them, and put the reasons in the first place. All students were willing to accept the defeat.

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At the beginning of school, we were all cheated by his kindness. We all thought that he was not a strict teacher. However, Mr. Li said to us in the first class: "From tomorrow, we will make a speech before class. From the first student, please make full preparations." When we heard him say this, we all sighed.

Later, we found that the teacher's good intentions, the teacher did so in order to improve our speech ability and build our self-confidence, so that we can listen carefully in the classroom, speak actively, cooperate with the teacher, and have a good lesson.

Mr. Li's class is very lively. When he gives us a lecture, he uses exaggerated body language and cadence to explain to us, which can be said to be lifelike, and we will go into the works of great writers with him.

What impressed me most was the first text he gave us. When he reads the text, we will follow his reading into another world. He read it vividly, passionately and generously, just like practicing Tai Chi, combining speed with softness.

When a student can't answer a question, he will give a hint and continue to encourage until it is complete. But when we finished answering his questions, he smiled and pointed out the mistakes. Miss Li is always so docile and amiable.

I remember clearly that Mr. Li asked a question and called me to answer it. I thought I had heard wrong, stood up hesitantly and answered the question again in a daze. Now I can't remember what the question I answered at that time was, but I will always remember the encouraging words, "Well said, raise your hands and speak more in the future, and I believe you will be a great student." At this time, I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart, I don't know whether it is surprise or regret. But the only thing I'm sure of is that I found equality in every move of my teacher. And I swear in my heart: I will refuel, I will work hard!

It was he, Mr. Li, who gave me the opportunity to speak; It was he and Miss Li who overcame my timidity. It was he and Mr. Li who helped me build confidence and courage with his inspiring words.

These characteristics of Mr. Li are not only deeply impressed in my mind, but also lay a good foundation for my future Chinese learning.

This is my Chinese teacher, a good teacher who is always worthy of respect.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (10)

In class, we sit and they stand: after class, we play and they work; At night, when we were asleep, they were awake and patrolling... Do you know who they are? Yes, they are our teachers.

Every teacher in our class has made great efforts for the progress of the class. Among these teachers, what I admire and like most is our head teacher, Mr. Wei Zhiyun. Because he cares about students and has a sense of humor. Some people will say: "The head teacher is the most strict, how can he have a sense of humor?" In fact, sternness and humor do not conflict, Mr. Wei is really humorous.

Once in a biology class, Mr. Wei was talking about the difference between living things and non living things. He gave us a simple demonstration of biological stress. Suddenly, a student asked, "Teacher, is non living things really useless for stress?" The teacher said, "Of course. Just like our desk, if I hit it, can it still jump in fear? Can it grow taller with you? Can it sweat? Can it smell the fragrance of flowers? Do you know the feeling of pain?" A series of parallel sentences made everyone laugh.

Teacher Wei also cares about his students. Once in class, a student suddenly vomited. He immediately ran to the student's side and patted his back for him. After the student vomited, Mr. Wei asked him whether he needed to see a doctor or whether he needed to drink some water to rest. After getting the negative answer, Mr. Wei asked him to rest against the wall next to his seat, and then began to continue teaching. After class, the teacher brought him a large glass of boiled water from the office and told him not to eat indiscriminately. As I watched, I suddenly felt a sense of "home" here. Yes, it is home, because where there is care and love, it is home. Teachers are much harder than students. Although I have not witnessed their hard work, I can see it from the back and forth patrol at night.

Every night, the teacher would wait for us to sleep before going back to rest. When we left, we had to look at the dormitory again. That kind of concern, I think, is mother's tenderness? Here, I want to say to the teachers: "Teacher, you have worked hard! I love you!

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She is like a poem, remote and pure; She is like a warm wind, natural and fresh; She is like a silent song, euphemistic and fresh. She is my favorite Chinese teacher - Liu Li.

In my heart, she is a very gentle person: if a student forgets to do his homework, she will first ask why, instead of angrily blaming them, she will talk to them with a warm smile like sunshine; If the students in class can't answer the questions, she will patiently explain to them without getting angry; If a student fails to get a place in an activity, she will not complain, as long as she feels that the student has done his best.

I remember one time in a self-study class, I couldn't do a question. I was so anxious that I looked around and squinted. I just glanced at my desk mate's homework book and was about to steal his answers. Her eyes looked at me as if she was saying, "Zhang Yu, it's not interesting to eat steamed bread that others have chewed. You should think about it by yourself and complete it carefully and independently..." My face was burning and my heart was burning with shame. Mr. Liu, I know what you mean. I know it's wrong.

She showed us every care. When summer is hot, she will take out a tissue to wipe our sweat; When winter gets cold, she will take off her gloves and put them on for us... No matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, there is a busy figure in the classroom. She refuses to stop, and always keeps that perfect smile. Her gentle words echo in my heart for a long time. Although she has stopped teaching us, her appearance is forever imprinted on my heart!

She is my favorite teacher, Liu Li.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (12)

I don't know why, when I think of him, I always accompany the song: "fig, fruit without flower, brilliant development of the garden, only fruit without flower..." Maybe it is because he has too deep influence on me, maybe it is because he gives us too much joy... A fig, a fruit without flower, he is my Chinese teacher, my favorite Chinese teacher.

A few years ago, when he stood on the platform for the first time, my heart was not ready to accept him. "Hum, man, will you?" Look at the portrait again, it looks like an underground worker, "putting on" a thoughtful look. "Students," he stood up and started his "first performance": "Our first topic is called 'strong tea cigarettes and language'." "Maoxianr!" I don't think so. Which teacher didn't take a few breath of fresh gas in his first class! But soon, to be exact, a few minutes later, I was attracted to him. I started my analysis from the teacher's perspective, analyzing him and myself. "Boys and girls, do you know the hard work of the teacher when commenting on the composition paper?" He changed his perspective and said in his magnetic standard Mandarin, "I'm very tired! But strong tea and cigarettes will relieve his fatigue. But outside the marking point, the security guard standing with a big gun, can you send the cup of Biluochun, the Great China?" We were puzzled. At this moment, he said all his secrets: "Yes! That's language, change the language structure. For example..." God, do you believe it? I started to try, and a miracle happened. My composition has made a qualitative leap. Finally one day, he seemed to inadvertently solve the mystery. He said: "The ancient Roman philosopher Langanas once said: 'Beautiful words are the unique brilliance of thought.' He also said: 'Excellent language always belongs to excellent mind. ’If you want to really achieve the high level of writing of 'one pen in hand, dare to fight with Sun Wubing', you must work hard on the ideological method. But from another perspective, if we can always work hard on the rhetoric in our compositions at ordinary times, it won't be long before our thoughts will become more and more meticulous and lively... "Well, we all took it.

This is my Chinese teacher, my favorite Chinese teacher.

He is not only a teacher with profound knowledge and rich vocabulary, but also an actor with excellent acting skills. He is simply not lecturing, but "acting". He suddenly became Zhu Ziqing, who was pacing beside the lotus pond. His loneliness made even the podium seem to become a real lotus pond because of his emotion: he picked up the clothes on his back with his hands, and sent the image of Sima Qian, who was "ashamed every time I read, I can't stop sweating", to our eyes; His eyes stared out of the window, just as mild as that, at the moment, the angry flame clearly pierced the cold window; It seems that we have really seen Mr. Lu Xun who has nothing to say because of his "leaving anger"... Our classroom atmosphere is always harmonious, not, to be precise, happy.

This is my Chinese teacher, my favorite Chinese teacher.

He talks to us about life with his words and deeds. He is not only our teacher in learning, but also our teacher on the road of life. He is clever, but he is stupid. The clever man can always "doubtlessly raise doubts and then easily dispel doubts", but the stupid man will not and will not go to the "top" to "expose" all the overloaded work he has done intentionally or unintentionally; Stupid, he could not even think of going to the "top" for activities on New Year's Day... He lived happily in his cursed humble room; When we asked him unfairly, "Teacher, is it really impossible for a super teacher to meet you?" At this moment, he would shake his head and recite a passage for us. Although we can't understand all the main points, we can vaguely feel that the whole heart seems to have been washed in holy water and is noble and close to a step. He said, "When is the year of striving for fame? The bees are making honey, the ants are making soldiers, and the flies are fighting for blood... "After saying that, he giggled like a big child, without any trouble.

This is my Chinese teacher, my favorite Chinese teacher.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (13)

Miss Wang is amiable and conscientious. I often admire her silently.

When I was in the fourth grade, I forgot to bring my exercise book, and Mr. Wang called me to the office and said to me earnestly, "Tune, you are a good student in the teacher's mind. How can you forget to bring your exercise book this time?" The teacher seemed kind, But there was still a stern "Teacher, I...... I...... Won't forget to bring it next time, please forgive me!" The voice just fell, tears like broken pearls, "Bata Bata" fell down, the teacher saw, hurriedly took a few paper towels, wipe my tears for me "OK, pay attention next time, don't forget to bring it!" I nodded, turned and walked away. At that moment, I felt my heart ache for the first time, like a needle sticking into my heart. I knew that the teacher's intentions towards me

I seldom raised my hand in class before. Since Mr. Wang took over the class, I have completely changed my image. In a class, Mr. Wang threw out a difficult question: "Students, what is the main thing in this text, "This time, I will not invite the three of them, but let the students present talk!" Hearing this, the students immediately hid like mice meeting cats. Some covered their faces with Chinese books, some tried to shrink down, and some hid their whole bodies under the table. Hide hide, anyway, no one is not panic, they hope that the teacher did not point up to speak. Mr. Wang looked at the list and said, "Xue Haoran, No. 5," as he patrolled around, he raised his voice and repeated it. At this time, Xue Haoran slowly stood up, "Did you understand the teacher's question just now?" He nodded, apparently understanding. But he was silent. After a while, the teacher saw that Xue Haoran was tired and asked him to sit down. "Students, why are you so afraid of raising your hand to speak. Well, do you know, students, if you never raise your hand, you will only extract other people's ideas in class, and you will not have your own ideas. Also, the teacher doesn't take you as a textbook, and doesn't need your answers to be perfect, as long as you can say your own ideas. " Mr. Wang's words deeply reminded me and everyone. Since then, my speech has become more positive

Mr. Wang, I admire you. Your seriousness and preciseness always urge me to make progress. Your wisdom makes me yearn for it.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (14)

Time flies like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, my primary school time has passed for five years. In this short five years, many teachers with different personalities have taught me. Among the teachers I know, the most admired teacher is Peng from the Red Sorghum Composition Class.

Teacher Peng's lecture is very interesting. When she lectures, she won't just talk dry. The teacher will add vivid expressions and actions, which will make us laugh. Sometimes Teacher Peng will let us perform on the platform. Teacher Peng always tells us a story before class to stimulate everyone's interest in learning. Then the topic changed and I began to talk about composition.

Teacher Peng also has Sun Wukong's "fiery eyes" and "thousand li ear". As soon as a classmate talks below, her "thousand li ear" will hear and "reward" that classmate for a composition. As soon as a classmate is sleepy, her "hot eyes" will be seen and she will remind that classmate. Teacher Peng seldom criticizes her classmates. If a classmate makes a mistake, she will ask him to correct it in time. Teacher Peng is different from other teachers. When other teachers criticize people, they always keep a straight face, while Teacher Peng is smiling.

I feel that Teacher Peng must have been a learning god in his last life! Because she always tells history stories with her mouth open, and Teacher Peng has a large vocabulary. As long as we say the meaning we want to express, Teacher Peng will translate it into an idiom.

Speaking of my composition teacher, I was deeply impressed by her humor, her knowledge, her seriousness and her amiability. I admire my composition teacher.

One of my teachers wrote a composition (15)

I remember one time, it was raining cats and dogs. Many students in the class asked for leave. Only half of the students could insist on coming to class. We are all waiting for your arrival. At this time, someone frowned and said, "Should the teacher not come?" When everyone heard this sentence, they were worried about the rain. At this time, they became more agitated and said, "We knew we would not come!" "Yes, I had asked for leave, and I was bored to death!" The class was like a vegetable market, Everyone complained. At that moment, a figure appeared. It was a teacher. Her hair was messy, her face was pale, and some parts of her body were wet by rain. She cleared her throat and said, "Sorry, I'm late. Let's start our class now. Open your textbooks..." The teacher went to the platform, Holding the textbook, he quickly entered the state and gave us a lesson seriously. However, we found that the teacher's voice was a little hoarse and seemed to be weak. Everyone asked the teacher if he was ill, but the teacher signaled us to continue our class.

Finally, the class was over. For some reason, we all felt that this class was very long. As soon as the class was over, we rushed to the teacher and asked him with concern: "Are you sick, teacher? Why don't you go home and have a rest? Let's study by ourselves." The teacher shook his head and said, "No! It's almost the final exam, and I have to give you a good review. You go to rest quickly and prepare for the second class later." We were moved by the spirit of the teacher, We will be more careful in the next class.

This is the teacher I respect. She is like a selfless gardener and a conscientious teacher. She still insists on giving us lessons even when she is ill. Her love for us is no less than our mother!

One of my teachers wrote a composition (16)

Her hair always droops naturally. Her short hair is brown with yellow in the middle. In the first class, she told us that she had a shortcoming. I thought she would say that she was very strict, but she told us that she was forgetful. Suddenly, I thought she was such a lovely teacher! I can only express my feelings in Tagore's words: "When I walked along the road with the crowd, I saw your smile from the balcony, and I sang, forgetting all the noise." She used her charm to calm a heart, and because of her, the world around me also became pure.

She slowly let her youth slip away on the platform, the chalk in her hand gradually shortened with the dancing of Yingying, and she rolled into her hair with the gentle wind, listening to the secrets of the wind. In her ankle length skirt and the original young face, inadvertently, has been stained with the traces of time. The podium witnessed the passage of time on her, but in my eyes, Miss Lu is still as lively, lovely and knowledgeable as an eighteen year old girl.

One day during class, when she walked off the platform and came to me, the wind blew, the skirt floated, the skirt gently brushed my ankle, and I inadvertently looked up. I saw the sun shining brightly on her face. She looked beautiful when she smiled, and the corners of her mouth drew a shallow arc, which was very similar to her. For more than a week, I washed out a clear feeling - I like her, I like Mr. Lu.

Her blackboard writing is as square and upright as gold. I remember that she said, "I will take you to write the notes you will take later." She was very gentle and meticulous towards students. A dot, a horizontal, a vertical, a pressing on the blackboard are all the seeds she planted in the hearts of students. She is an ordinary teacher, but there are beautiful flowers in the ordinary, reflecting the elegant style in her modest style.

It's a pity that I met you so late. It's the third day of junior high. In this year, when I gradually became an adult, she gradually disappeared from my life. But in my memory, it will leave a deep imprint. Because I like you, Miss Lu.

"When I walked along the road with the crowded crowd, I saw the smile you sent from the balcony, I sang and forgot all the noise..."

One of my teachers wrote a composition (17)

In the second grade, Mr. Wang will let us play the game of "Idiom Solitaire"; As long as the last lesson is Mr. Wang's every day, Mr. Wang will also read Robinson Crusoe, which our whole class likes, at the end of school; When Mr. Wang read the text, his voice was very pleasant; Once I had a nosebleed at school, and Miss Wang helped me clean up?? Many, many memories left by Mr. Wang are deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be erased.

The two days before school began, Mr. Wang suddenly said on QQ that he would change the head teacher. My parents told me that I was very sad.

Thank you, Mr. Wang!