My teacher, Grade 3 (1)

Valuable silk is exchanged by countless spring silkworms who have exhausted their lives, and the candlelight in the dark night is released by burning their own lives with candle torches. Teachers are always willing to consume their own life energy and give us strength. The teacher gave us the best years of their youth. Whenever I think of this, I begin to think about how I can express my inner gratitude.

Whenever I think of your kindness to me, my heart is about to say thank you and I choke in my throat. I remember that time when I was playing games with my classmates in PE class, I accidentally tore her clothes. On the one hand, I'm worried about losing money, on the other hand, I'm worried about being scolded by you.

However, when you learned about this, you immediately sewed her clothes without saying anything. You are like a mother who cares about us all the time. We are like your children. You love us for a small matter, and we all remember it.

One day, the weather was very cold, and the class was like a cellar. One of the students caught a cold and had a fever. The student told you that you didn't say anything, but took some medicine for her to eat, and soon she was much better. Teacher, how selfless you are in my heart. Even a few pills are extremely powerful.

Teacher, you are like chalk, selflessly dedicated your precious life, leaving us endless knowledge.

What I can't forget in this semester is that every time the students recite the text first, they will go to you and recite it for you. As long as they recite the text first, you will reward the students. In particular, if you get good results in the exam, you will also give awards to your classmates. I am one of them. I am the third in the B floor. After hearing this news, I have a smile on my face all day long. Because this is the first time that I have been awarded by the teacher in my study, the teacher also gave me a small book. As long as the teacher praised me by name, I would be excited. This prize was more than I expected.

I opened the book excitedly and wrote on the first page of the book, "As long as you are serious, knowledge is accumulated little by little, and as long as you pay, there will be a return." I looked at the teacher's beautiful words and read the hope that the teacher gave me. I feel that as long as I am careful, patient, persistent and brave to face everything in my study, I will improve. In this way, I persisted in my study little by little, and made progress in my study. I won't let the teacher's heart go unpunished.

The teacher's love is like a golden key, she can open my closed heart; The teacher's love is like a pair of gentle hands. She can not only mend clothes, but also wipe away children's bitter tears. Chinese teacher, you have brought color to my life with your meticulous love.

My teacher, Grade 3 (2)

Among my teachers, the most unforgettable one is my Chinese teacher.

She has big eyes and a square face. With dark hair, I like to wear a blue or white dress. In summer, I like to wear skirts. I often wear a watch and a beautiful ring on my hand.

When listening to her lecture, we must answer the questions carefully. If the teacher asks questions, only individual students raise their hands to answer. Then please tell the students again patiently until most of them raise their hands to speak. With the teacher's patience education, I began to study hard, and my grades began to rise rapidly, regaining my original top three.

However, the most unforgettable thing for me is the experience that my face was "injured". In our junior years, we liked to play the game of pulling trains in the classroom. Once, when we were playing the game of pulling a train, a classmate accidentally pushed me behind. Just as I was passing a table, my face hit the corner of the table, and blood flowed down in an instant.

I remember that after the accident, my Chinese teacher quickly ran to my side and asked me if it hurt. While calling my home, she handed me a piece of paper to wipe the blood. The next day, when I was doing exercises between classes, the teacher took the time to ask me if my wound still hurt.

Ah, my beloved teacher. You are strict in learning and caring and kind in life. I'll never forget you!

My teacher, Grade 3 (3)

My head teacher is also my Chinese teacher. His surname is Ren.

Teacher Ren has a pair of bright big eyes, a pair of glasses on a small nose, and a big mouth under the nose. This is my teacher.

The teacher taught me knowledge in learning, so that I understand many things, many truths.

Once, when Mr. Ren was talking about the second lesson, President Tao's Speech, he made us understand that asking four questions every day can make great progress in our health, learning, work efficiency, and moral character. So if you ask yourself this every day, you can become a useful talent for the society and the motherland, and your motherland will be proud of you, At that time, you will certainly make a difference.

The teacher not only taught me knowledge and truth, but also taught me how to write a word well, beautifully and beautifully.

The third class every afternoon is a calligraphy lesson. The teacher first handed out the calligraphy paper, then let us take out our pens, and then began to teach. The teacher first let us look at the structure of this word, and then taught us where we need to stop writing. After many practices, my words have improved, thanks to my teacher.

Look! This is my teacher.

My teacher, Grade 3 (4)

The first time we met her was in the second day of junior high school. At that time, our original Chinese teacher, Chang, asked for leave. So she took on several duties and took the responsibility of being our substitute teacher.

She was the head teacher of a graduating class in the third day of junior high at that time. Of course, that was not the key point in my opinion. More importantly, she gave us little burden. During her time, we did not do written Chinese homework! So we spent an unforgettable month under her leadership. Looking back at the beginning, Miss Yu was about to leave us, and everyone was very reluctant. Several girls also dedicated a song to Miss Yu. The sadness of parting engraved the image of Miss Yu into my mind: a long black hair extended to the waist, and a faint smile hung on her face

The third day of junior high school started, but unexpectedly, I was late for the first day. When I came to the classroom, the classroom was empty, and my heart suddenly became nervous: where did everyone go? I went to the wrong classroom? No, there are school bags hanging on the desk! When I was at a loss, the familiar figure came over. It was Yu! Is she our Chinese teacher?

Miss Yu came to me with a light step. She looked at the classroom and asked me with a smile: "Where have everyone gone?" I shook my head helplessly, but my heart was full of doubts. I turned to look at Miss Yu and asked, "Miss Yu, do you teach us Chinese this semester?" After listening, she smiled and nodded to me. I suddenly felt very excited, but the teacher Yu beside me kept me calm. When she left, I cried out excitedly, "Yeah!" Then I quickly walked to the only seat without a schoolbag. When I sat down, a word appeared in my heart: the third day was a stage full of miracles. I think it is a miracle that Mr. Yu can teach us Chinese again!

Soon, we entered a tense and exciting learning stage. Yu's "no homework policy" helped us clear a major obstacle, giving us more time to review and consolidate. Of course, our Chinese scores did not decline because of this. Under the leadership of our teachers, our Chinese scores improved a lot. In the first monthly exam, we won the first place in the Chinese subject, which is really exciting! I think the reason for this result should be our joint efforts with Yu.

Time flies, and finally the review stage comes. At this tense moment, we are laboriously roaming in the sea of knowledge every day. Yu also assigns some oral homework from time to time, but the tension of learning often makes us ignore these. So Yu came up with a good idea, what good idea?

It turned out that it was "standing to the end", which made us work hard on reciting ancient Chinese, and because of the confrontation between our class and Class I, the sense of honor in everyone's heart was aroused. Under our hard review, "one stop to the end" is imminent!

The students strained their nerves during the competition, listened carefully to the teacher's question, fearing that they would make a mistake. Time passed by minute by minute, and our competition came to a climax. With the unremitting efforts of our classmates, Class 3 finally won the victory over Class 1.

Through this competition, everyone was full of confidence in their ancient Chinese ability. The examination had not yet started, and the review had to continue. The students were working hard, and the teacher Yu was also working hard. Ten minutes before the exam, Mr. Yu came to the classroom, earnestly admonished and encouraged us, and then walked away. During the exam, I became calm, perhaps not because of my ability, but because of the teacher's advice and encouragement.

The presence of Mr. Yu has rekindled my confidence in Chinese learning. It is my third grade that has undergone a qualitative change. I believe that miracles will occur!

My teacher, Grade 3 (5)

With a strong body, gentle face and kind heart, this is our teacher Hu who is capable of writing and fighting.

Mr. Hu usually devotes himself to correcting our homework and grading our test papers. When we have no questions, Mr. Hu will patiently explain them to us.

Although Mr. Hu is not warm or angry at ordinary times, in fact, Mr. Hu is angry sometimes. Look! A classmate over there was whispering, and Mr. Hu caught him in the act. Teacher Hu was angry and said, "Don't whisper or wander in class." Those students were criticized. Since then, our discipline in class has been much better.

Mr. Hu is also very kind. He treats us as his own children and takes care of our young children every day. Once a classmate beat another classmate to cry, and he was elated. Mr. Hu hurried to comfort the crying students, asked why, criticized and educated the bullying students, and asked them to apologize to the crying students... Mr. Hu not only has love, but also has a sense of responsibility.

Mr. Hu cleans the classroom windows and sweeps the floor spotlessly every day, so that we can study in a clean and tidy environment every day.

Mr. Hu, you have shed hard sweat and watered us, so that we, the flowers of our motherland, can thrive. Let's roam freely in the ocean of knowledge.

Mr. Hu, we sincerely thank you.

My teacher, Junior 3 (6)

My class math teacher, female, surnamed Xing, unknown age, round face, big eyes, a pair of pink glasses on the bridge of my nose. Although she is not high above sea level, she is full of ghost spirits, which is exactly the famous saying of Pan Changjiang - concentration is essence. Although the math teacher in our class is not as beautiful as her beautiful face, she is also pretty. Isn't the beauty of Venus, the god of beauty, gathered in her broken arm? Our math teacher is not only smart but also humorous in teaching, so she often becomes the focus of our discussion.

Every time I go to a math teacher's class, I am very nervous. It can be said that my heart beats a hundred! The math teacher always gives us a sunny smile. If someone doesn't listen carefully, the math teacher will use the glint smile of the long lost Great Xia Duan Yu and Duan to fly to the person's side to show a charming smile. The man will be restless, scratching his head, and would like to go out of his body to hide for a while. He knows that this smile is the prelude to the storm. According to the Wulin treasure book of the math teacher, the brighter the smile, the more miserable the death. The servant knew that he would be doomed this time, and he didn't even have a chance to escape from death. So every time the math teacher smiled gently at me, my heart would beat faster, my eyelids would jump, my mouth would tremble, and the tragedy could be described as horrible.

My math teacher has a very good memory. She has all the advantages and disadvantages of each student in mind. Whenever she has the opportunity, she will invite us to "get together in my humble abode". Every celebrity invited to drink tea will be disheartened and look very pitiful after returning. I felt the same way and sympathized with that guy. In order to avoid being subjected to this "torture", I was always careful to avoid "close contact" with the math teacher!

How about my math teacher!

My teacher, Junior 3 (7)

In the long road of life, I got a lot of love. When I encounter difficulties, my father will tell me to be brave; When I am lonely and lonely, my mother will give me warmth: when I fall in life, my classmates and friends will always stand beside me. But there is one kind of love that I will never forget, that is, my Chinese teacher's love for us.

I remember when I was in the third grade, one day my stomach kept cooing, even the students in the next class heard it. At that time, I felt very uncomfortable. I had a high fever and didn't eat breakfast. I remember that the lesson was Chinese. At that time, I couldn't help but vomit out a thick yellow water. I vomited very hard. The students watched the scene and ran away with their noses covered. Then the teacher came over and touched my head and asked me if I had a high fever. I nodded sadly. So the teacher hurried to the school gate and called my home. At last he said to me: Remember to have a good rest at home. Then I went home. I looked back several times, and the teacher smiled and nodded to me. How deep the teacher's love is in my heart, I will never forget it.

Until I was in the fourth grade, the teacher still cared about me meticulously, so that I could get love, eternal love.

Once, I was going to take part in a composition contest. The teacher worked overtime to guide us, and totally regarded us as his children. When he was so tired that he lay down to rest, my tears burst out. After a short rest, the teacher began to guide our composition again.

Later, the teacher was relieved when the composition results came out. We are on a good footing and have lived up to our teachers' expectations.

The teacher is a hero in my mind, and is my favorite teacher. He wants me to be strong and face difficulties bravely. Thank you, Miss Wang Shoumei. The teacher's love for me is too deep in this life. I must study hard and be a useful person to the society like the teacher.

My teacher is in Grade Three (8)

My Chinese teacher is Mr. Zheng. Her eyebrows are thick and short, her eyes are big, her nose is high, her mouth is a little thick, and she is fat. Say she is strict, but not strict. Say she is gentle, not gentle. Why do you say that? Let's have a look.

The familiar bell rang that day. Teacher Zheng walked in on time with a stack of homework and began to check who had not handed in the homework. Teacher Zheng asked all the students who had not handed in their homework to stand up, and then no less than ten people stood up together and walked silently to the platform, looking like they were dying. Mr. Zheng began to check the unpaid homework one by one, and found that there were a lot of unfinished or unfinished homework. Mr. Zheng was very angry, and his face became more and more ugly. Finally, Mr. Zheng's face was even worse than the eruption of the volcano, which almost scared me to death. The expression was almost to eat people. Later, those people could not avoid a meal of bamboo shoots and fried meat, and the scene was horrible!

However, when Mr. Zheng was in class, the scene changed again. He began to talk happily like a smiling child, which was totally less serious than before. When we talked about the wonderful part, every story could make us happy. Some students knew that they could not stand up straight. I think Mr. Zheng was like a bisexual person, with a good temper and a bad temper, It's unpredictable.

Although Miss Zheng is a little strange, she is one of the best in other aspects. She will tell us many stories. Every time we talk about the wonderful part in class, she will tell us her experience. It seems that she has experienced more things than we have eaten.

Teacher Zheng's seriousness is reflected in her appearance, while her gentleness is in her heart. What she is doing now is for our future. For our future good life, she can stand on this society, find a good job, make the future happy, and make our future path simple enough, no longer full of frustrations. Here I want to say: Thank you, Mr. Zheng

My teacher, Grade 3 (9)

In the long road of life, I got a lot of love. When I encounter difficulties, my father will tell me to be brave; When I am lonely and lonely, my mother will give me warmth: when I fall in life, my classmates and friends will always stand beside me. But there is one kind of love that I will never forget, that is, my Chinese teacher's love for us.

I remember when I was in the third grade, one day my stomach kept cooing, even the students in the next class heard it. At that time, I felt very uncomfortable. I had a high fever and didn't eat breakfast. I remember that the lesson was Chinese. At that time, I couldn't help but vomit out a thick yellow water. I vomited very hard. The students watched the scene and ran away with their noses covered. Then the teacher came over, he touched my head and asked me if I had a high fever, and I nodded sadly. So the teacher hurried to the school gate and called my home. At last he said to me: Remember to have a good rest at home. Then I went home. I looked back several times, and the teacher smiled and nodded to me. How deep the teacher's love is in my heart, I will never forget it.

Until I was in the fourth grade, the teacher still cared about me meticulously, so that I could get love, eternal love.

Once, I was going to take part in a composition contest. The teacher would work overtime to guide us and treat us as his children. When he was so tired that he lay down to rest, my tears burst out. After a short rest, the teacher began to guide our composition again.

Later, the teacher was relieved when the composition results came out. We are on a good footing and have lived up to our teachers' expectations.

The teacher is a hero in my mind, and is my favorite teacher. He wants me to be strong and face difficulties bravely. Thank you, Miss Wang Shoumei. The teacher's love for me is too deep in this life. I must study hard and be a useful person to the society like the teacher.

My teacher, Grade 3 (10)

On my balcony, you stood there quietly, as quiet as a pool of autumn, without half the publicity. You are not as charming as roses, nor fresh and elegant as jasmine, nor vigorous as sunflowers. You are a young petunia seedling.

At first, you came by accident. Was it blown by the wind? Was it thrown here by birds? We all know nothing.

After you sprouted a little, I finally found you in a watering. The tender green buds, like a newborn baby, hurt you at the touch. I looked at you lovingly and poured some water carefully.

Later, careless I forgot your existence. It's only one day when your strip wound around the railing that I realized how fast time passed! I can't imagine how difficult and tortuous it is for a tender green and fragile bud to survive without being cared for. You must have experienced the ridicule of the earth, the obstruction of the stone, and the embarrassment of your companions. But you still don't give up, don't give up hope, don't give up yourself. At this moment, when my eyes return to you, I find your green is more brilliant. Because I know that your green sprinkles your tears of struggle, and you have more natural beauty than the flowers in the greenhouse.

I was also inspired by the 'truth' your flowers told me:

It's Sheng Xia. This is your best chance to bloom yourself. It must be full of colorful flowers! I can't help but think of the morning glory in the picture with my head propped up. You should also be full of flowers! However, in my expectation, you only produced six flower buds. I am very disappointed, but still waiting for your opening.

One morning, when I came home from a walk, I accidentally looked up and saw your flowers - you are blooming! I was a little surprised. I ran to the place before I could take off my shoes. You blossomed like a child who ate sugar, happy and satisfied. The breeze caresses your flowers, and they sway slightly in the wind. Facing the sun, you are confidently blowing the six "trumpets", as if singing the joy of life.

Somehow, I remembered the morning glory in those photos. Although those flowers are many and dazzling, they have lost a clean and elegant life. Although your flowers are few, they give people a kind of indifference. Your step by step, flowering in turn, not anxious and not irritable, better than that bustling and gorgeous, more than a indifferent.

Although you are just an ordinary trumpet flower, you have benefited me a lot. Although you are not my teacher, you are better than "teacher".

My teacher, Grade 3 (11)

The clouds in the sky are about to disperse, and we are going to part.

However, the tall camphor, the beautiful osmanthus, the fresh tender bamboo, and the flying leaves will not leave the clouds in the west with us.

At the beginning of memory, we held our hands to embrace the blue sky with joy and longing. Helplessly step forward, sweat soaked clothes, strong poured young soul. It began to rain, and returned to the classroom. Facing the new life, we sang and looked forward to it. In the classroom, we feel the melody of junior high school life with pure hearts; Burning the passion like fire in the flowery years. Teacher, do you remember when you first met us? With a smile on your face, you are also rigorous. You use the most practical, neutral and kind language to say: "Hello everyone, I am your math teacher, and from now on, we will spend the happy time together in the first day of junior high school." Your face is full of hope and trust for us, and the raised corners of your mouth seem to be very sure that we can sprint to the top of the grade. We can't help but feel a little pressure, but also some expectations, perhaps the courage and confidence that the teacher gave us.

I still remember Mr. Deng telling us: I don't really have any requirements. We teachers only hope our students can learn better and learn a lot of knowledge. Think about it. If you have learned knowledge, you can't give it to the teacher or anyone else. If you have learned it, it will be yours. You just have to listen carefully in class, review actively after class, and concentrate on preparation before the superior. If you don't believe this, you will not learn well. Do you think so? We all remember listening and learning.

Now you can't believe us, teacher, can you? To be honest, we are not focusing on our studies, which makes you very angry and helpless. We are also somewhat immature and guilty. Fortunately, we also have a sense of shame. We are always afraid to listen to the class quietly. Occasionally, we will "hum" a few times as if we are still listening to the class, but we are still afraid of your sudden attack on "roll call". Ah! We are always scared when we are called by you to answer! Every time you take us into a relaxed learning state regardless of the image, but we always seem ungrateful, I'm sorry, teacher. However, I would like to make a suggestion to you: you have already worked hard, so sometimes pay more attention to your health, and don't get tired of yourself.

Miss Deng, my sister was also your student in the second day of the junior high school. She told me that she really worked hard to learn mathematics. I nodded. I also heard the deep call of the Chinese parasol tree.

One day as a teacher, one day as a father.

My teacher, Grade Three (12)

My English teacher can't be described in a few words.

She is fat and dark, and her skin can be considered as a healthy color, which has a lot to do with where she grew up - she comes from the Philippines and can't speak any Chinese. But it also looks like Chinese.

oh I forgot to introduce her. She is not a teacher in our school, but I know her! Maybe you are strange: how can you know a foreigner who can't speak Chinese at all when the world is so big?

In fact, I was very congenial to her. The first time I met her was at Lingda Foreign Language School. They were enrolling students. When I first met her, I thought she looked very comfortable. I took the initiative to talk to her. I never expected that I could use my knowledge of English to communicate with her. Although it was a simple question, I was very happy, Because in the process of exchange, I introduced to her the customs of China and Xinjiang, and proudly introduced her to the beautiful fairyland Hanas. At the same time, I also learned something more exciting to me. Our birthdays were on the same day!

The next day, maybe because of the fate of birthday! We also appreciate each other very much. In her class, it is always me who is asked questions, and it is also me who is often praised by her in English, so we gradually become familiar with each other. Sometimes I also teach her some daily Chinese, but this is really difficult for her, just like we learn English. I remember once when I taught her: "Good morning", she didn't understand what this meant. I explained for a long time, but she still didn't seem to understand. Later, I asked her in English "Did you have dinner?" and asked her to answer in Chinese. Unexpectedly, she looked at me with blind eyes and said "Good morning!". In this way, we made a lot of jokes. Later, I knew that if she wanted to learn Chinese, she had to understand the meaning in English. In this way, she was forced by me, Can also say a few Chinese! She is very smart and will find some clever ways, such as remembering my name! She can't remember all the time. Suddenly one day, she can read it. Although she is not very clear, she can understand it. She is very happy. She said that if you remember mutton, you can remember Yang Rui. It's easy to remember. I can't smile after hearing it, but I admire her cleverness.

We are always happy together. She is only 9 years older than me. When we play together, I can even call her sister. I teach her Chinese and she teaches me English. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? It's worth making such friends!

But we don't speak each other's language very fluently. When we want to express a slightly difficult word clearly, we sometimes stumble for a long time, which leads to the other party's incomprehension and even misunderstanding. Therefore, I have made up my mind to learn English well.

English is of great use to us, because China is a developing country and is strengthening its ties with other countries. At that time, the society must be closely connected with other countries. How can it work if you don't speak English?

I like English teacher who is so congenial to me! I prefer foreign teachers who are so smart and enlighten me!

My teacher, Grade 3 (13)

No matter in school or in society, we can't help but get in touch with composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and we must avoid the appearance of open-ended composition. When you write a composition, you always have no way to start? The following is the teacher's composition in the third day of junior high, which I respect and fear. Welcome to read and collect.

She is my comprehensive teacher. A teacher in his late fifties. Every time I saw her on campus, she would greet her with a straight face, as if she had not seen me. She still walked forward slowly, without even looking at me. No one would feel comfortable. Often like this, I don't want to be boring anymore.

"Here comes the moral teacher! Here comes the moral teacher!" The students always look at the door. Hearing the footsteps of the teacher, they will be so frightened and jokingly say to report to the class. The students in the class will sit on their seats, and the noise will stop suddenly. They will hurriedly take out their textbooks, and then nervously peek out of the door. The teacher strode into the classroom and said loudly; Homework by the desk! We carefully followed the teacher's instructions. Alas, one of the students said something. The teacher angrily walked up to the student, pointed to his face and angrily said, What are you doing, ah!? The student was too frightened to speak, and his head was buried deep under the desk, both blaming himself and afraid of what was going to happen... Sure enough, the teacher pressed his ear, picked him up from his position, and twisted his wrist. Of course, the student would naturally grin, and we all held a fire in our hearts and clenched our fists for him, Some students dare not see such punishment, so they cover their eyes. Unexpectedly, the teacher looked at his expression more energetic, narrowed his eyes and said, "It hurts, right? If you don't listen in class, it hurts. Ang!"! Alas, I used both hands. I let go of the purple red ear, turned to my face, pulled my hands outward, pulled the face tugging boss a few times, and then rested my hands. Later, I simply glanced at him, bit my teeth and kicked him. Although the punishment was cruel enough, other students sat more upright.

Teacher, did I only write down... points? My voice is very low. ha-ha. The teacher "smiled". It's OK. Just try your best. I was a little confused. The teacher never laughed, but

It's beautiful. When the teacher smiled, he seemed to have changed his personality and was no longer so strict. He is a kind teacher. Another time, when we were taking an exam, the teacher supervised Class 5, and told another supervisor that I was surprised that he liked me most. That's when I changed my view of the teacher.

Teacher, all our classmates respect you, but you should punish us appropriately. Teacher, please change your way, we will respect you more!

My teacher, Grade Three (14)

Like the rain and spring breeze, like the warm sun in winter, like the navigation lighthouse... In an ordinary post, teachers are diligent and have no regrets. With the care, care and guidance of teachers, the spring seedlings grow up one after another.

Our PE teacher, Mr. Chen, is a good and conscientious teacher. I like him very much.

He is tall, a pair of intense eyes, a tall nose, looks very energetic. The curved corners of his mouth are always smiling, and we all like his amiable appearance. Because he has been outdoors for a long time, the teacher's face is suntanned and looks rough, but as long as he wears sports clothes, it will be handsome! And the most attractive thing is his strong body, look! The muscles on that arm seemed to be the balloons that had just been blown out of the clothes. They walked briskly like the wind, with their chests straight and their heads raised. How awesome!

I like Mr. Chen very much, because I like sports very much. I always have fun in PE class. I remember one time in PE class, we practiced long jump. I was at the end of the line. When I saw that the students in front were jumping less and less, my heart was as nervous as if there was a little rabbit, jumping fast: "Ah, it's almost my turn!" Finally, it was my turn to jump. I heard Mr. Chen saying beside me: "Accelerate! Accelerate!" So I immediately ran forward at the fastest speed, completely forgetting my nervousness. When I reached the place where I wanted to step on the pedal, I "whooshed" and jumped into the sand pit. Mr. Chen praised me on the spot, touched my head happily and said: "You are the farthest jumping at present, come on!" Hearing the teacher's praise, I felt happy, and I felt happy beyond words.

In my heart, Mr. Chen is also a teacher who works hard and is strict with us. When teaching us football, we explained the main points of action, which was very up to standard. When we played games on the court, Mr. Chen was always very anxious. Sometimes he was too anxious, and his throat became hoarse. He insisted on calling us here, patiently explaining how to attack, then patted our backs, gave us encouragement, and let us continue the game.

Mr. Chen is a hero in the minds of girls and idolized by boys. He always encourages and supports us in his own way, teaches us to have the spirit of not giving up, and makes us fall in love with sports.

"Mr. Chen, we love you! You, hard work!"

My teacher, Grade 3 (15)

Teacher Gao, the head teacher, is fat, not tall, but medium. He has bright eyes, a high nose and a kind face. She looks serious when she is angry; Her face was full of joy when she was happy. All the students in our class like her very much.

Miss Gao, like her mother, cares about her classmates and works hard day and night for our healthy growth. Our little by little progress permeates the teacher's blood and sweat. I remember that I used to be a very introverted child. I didn't like to talk at ordinary times, and I didn't speak actively in class. When Mr. Gao became the head teacher, he found my shortcoming and asked me to be the weekly head teacher. When I stood in front of my classmates for the first time and called for a team, I was very afraid. I didn't dare to look at my classmates face to face. My legs trembled. When my classmates saw me like this, they secretly laughed at me. I was even more afraid. I accidentally saw Mr. Gao looking at me with expectant eyes and smiling at me. I was encouraged by my old teacher and suddenly stopped being afraid. I shouted with a loud voice and relaxed. The next day, Mr. Gao talked to me, praised my progress and encouraged me to make greater progress if I continued to work hard.

In this way, with the help of the teacher, I changed from an introverted child to a lively and lovely child. From a child who was indifferent to the class, she became a little girl who united her classmates and was called the right assistant by the teacher.

I remember one time when I had a sudden stomachache in class, which made me sweat beads in winter. When Mr. Gao saw it, he called me to the office, poured hot water for me to drink, and gave me a hot water bag to warm my stomach. At that time, Mr. Gao was very anxious and asked me how I was doing from time to time. I was very moved and tears filled my eyes. Seeing me, Miss Gao said, "Silly boy, this is what a teacher should do."

Mr. Gao is so meticulous about the growth of my classmates and me. I would like to express my respect for Mr. Gao in this article and say that you have worked hard! Thank you very much! I will never forget your earnest teachings in my life. You will always be my teacher!

My teacher, Grade Three (16)

Today, I met my new teacher in the cram school.

My new teacher is Xu. He is a handsome boy. He is about 1.7 meters tall. He is a college student. He can make money by teaching us homework during the summer vacation. He was very kind to us. He bought us chess, two skipping ropes, and table tennis. He also made us a table.

He also taught us to write calligraphy. He said that if we performed well, he would show us American movies on his laptop. Our teachers are very strict with our study. We should teach our teachers to correct our homework after we finish it. For example, today I went to play table tennis with Jiang Hao and Xu Xiqing after finishing the learning task assigned by the teacher. After checking our homework, the teacher said that our handwriting was very bad, so the teacher wrote the poem "Line by Line, Line by Line" and asked us to practice pen writing.

After class, the teacher accompanied some of our boys to play basketball. Our teacher's skills were really powerful. The teacher ran and patted, which made us dazzled. We didn't know how to grab the teacher's ball. The ball was like a follower of the teacher, and we couldn't get rid of it.

Finally, we conceded to our teacher. He is not only our good teacher, but also a basketball expert.

Is the unforgettable summer composition model for the third day of junior high school helpful to the students? I hope you can read carefully and wish you success in your studies.

The "Happy Summer Holiday Project for Grade 9" is dedicated to providing grade 9 students with summer vacation reference information such as grade 9 summer homework, grade 9 summer vacation diary, grade 9 summer vacation composition, grade 9 summer vacation transcript, grade 9 summer vacation practice, safety, etc., hoping to help children better complete the summer vacation homework assigned by the teacher.

My teacher, Junior 3 (17)

Later, I found that she was not only the English teacher of our class, but also the head teacher of Class 7 next door! I'm a little scared. I wonder if the head teacher will be more fierce and strict?

But after a long time, we found that it was not what we thought. We all think she is so kind and easy to communicate

When she was in class, she would make the whole class laugh, because she would use a few modern words from time to time. Although we often say these things, it is difficult to say them from an English teacher. The sense of distance between us suddenly disappeared, on the contrary, the sense of intimacy suddenly increased! For example, when she emphasizes something repeatedly, it will become her mantra if she emphasizes it at least 10 times! It was nothing, but later it became 100 times and N times; Finally, it will progress to N+1 times. My first good impression of her in my mind, that she was kind, funny and a good teacher, was completely erased.

In ordinary classes, she often lets us dictate, take exams, play games, and so on. Unlike the head teacher, once we come in, it will be no good - she keeps teaching us some important principles of life. The Chinese teacher holding the book is not dictation, or endorsement. Every time, she would tell us some moving articles about life philosophy that even the head teacher did not understand, and sometimes she would tell jokes. Even if it was not funny, she would be happy.

One afternoon in English class, after the bell rang, the class was still as lively as a frying pan: quarrelling, fighting, laughing, karaoke, everything. I'm wondering why the English teacher hasn't come yet? Suddenly, I found the class was silent. I looked at the door curiously and found that the English teacher was standing at the door of the classroom. Together, there is the head teacher. The head teacher announced that the whole class would stand at 6 o'clock after school, and then stood at 7 o'clock after making another noise. Then he angrily walked to the office. It's too late for us to regret, because our class teacher always keeps his word. At the same time, I was also deeply unconvinced. I didn't make a noise at all. Why should I stay with them until 6:00? The more I wanted to, the more unconvinced I became. Finally, I decided not to pursue her for the time being, but first to attend class carefully.

I just came back to my senses and suddenly found my English teacher standing beside me. I immediately mustered twelve points of energy! After a while, she said: In fact, I am also responsible for today's affairs. I'm late. But everyone is really in a mess. I came all the way here, and other classes were quiet in class and self-study. The noisiest and most chaotic class is your class. Well, I also have to take some responsibility for this. I will stand with you. Everyone should stop sitting, OK? There was no sign of hypocrisy in her serious expression, and we were all moved by it, so we almost cried. As a result, that night, she really stood with us while taking charge of the discipline of Class 7, and kept walking between our class and Class 7, because the classrooms of our class and Class 7 were just pinched together! She never sat down that night. We saw her accompany us so hard, and no one was ashamed to be lazy. With her words and behavior, I would stand for ten nights to pay back.

Among the English teachers who have taught me and even all the teachers, she is the one who has taught the best and can shorten the distance with the students. Open our English exercise books and you will find that everyone has a big score: A+!

You are all my students. In my mind, there is no difference between good and bad students. I treat each of my students equally. As long as you are willing to learn, I will work hard to educate you—— This is her way of teaching.

Teacher, you are not only the best English teacher I have ever seen, but also our good teacher and helpful friend. I believe that within three years of my junior high school, if you go with me, my English achievements will be improved!

My teacher, Junior 3 (18)

Add, subtract, multiply and divide can not calculate your love, and ancient poetry can not read your love for us—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

At that time, it should be in the fourth grade! I don't know if you still remember it, but I remember it very clearly

After school, the students, as usual, heard the bell and hurried away with their bags on their backs. The crowd was chirping like birds. I also carried my schoolbag and walked slowly as usual. Walk to the path to the bookstore, because I always wait for my mother there, look at the beautiful flowers and trees around, breathe very fresh air, and the weak sunlight shines on my hair. "Da Da......" It was drizzling in the sky, and I thought: How did the day become so fast?! I put my schoolbag on my head to protect myself and ran to the bookstore.

"Damn it! Why does the bookstore close so early? I'm so angry!" I stomped and complained. It was raining harder and harder. I didn't know why. My nose was sore and I cried. Why doesn't mother come yet!! At this time, a woman came from a distance, with loose curly hair, carrying a black bag, and putting on a pair of exquisite high-heeled shoes. She also found me. She quickly took out a tissue from her bag and wiped my tears. My embarrassment was exposed to the teacher. The teacher said to me, "Why don't you go home? Alas! Don't cry, it will be ugly if you cry." After that, he helped me wipe my tears from time to time. The teacher held me with an umbrella

"Because Mom hasn't come yet..."

"Maybe something happened?"

“……”

"Wait with you, teacher!"

"Hmm..."

"Then let's not cry! Mom will come to pick you up."

"Oh" teacher, do you know? Although my answer is always so flat, at the moment, my heart is surging. You are now like my mother, kind and gentle as my mother.

"Teacher! Look! Mom is coming." I shouted excitedly. "Good bye, teacher!" The teacher nodded and I ran to my mother. Mother and teacher nodded to each other

……

Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, dear teacher, I will never forget your kind eyes.

Boys and girls, this is the end of the introduction of the Happy Teacher's Day Diary on the third day of the junior high. Here I wish you all can write a good article as soon as possible.