In the sixth grade, my teacher's composition article 1 looked through her campus photos three years ago. When I saw this photo, I was shocked: a slim female teacher was kicking shuttlecock with a group of students. Staring at the female teacher in the photo, I unconsciously fell into deep thought. ...
The teacher surnamed Chen, young and beautiful, has a pair of big eyes like black grapes, as bright as stars, full lips as rosy as strawberries, an enviable ebony black hair, shining with dazzling golden light in the sun.
Teacher Chen is a serious and kind teacher. She never puts on airs as a teacher. She is always easy to get along with. During my three years with Mr. Chen, many things happened, one of which was deeply imprinted in my mind.
the problem is ...
That night, I was doing my homework in my room, writing and writing. Suddenly, my hand slipped and my pen fell to the ground. I lost my mind and picked up a pen. When I checked, the nib was bent. What should I do? I haven't finished my homework! I'm too anxious to tell my parents about it, but I have to hand in my homework tomorrow. If the teacher finds out that I haven't finished my homework, I will be punished!
I can't make up my mind at the moment, alas! What a dilemma! Suddenly, I thought of a "coup": I just don't give my homework to the teacher! I immediately relaxed a lot, so I stuffed my exercise book into my schoolbag and went out to play.
A few days later ...
In a Chinese class, Mr. Chen walked into the classroom with a serious face, glanced at the whole class with dignified eyes and said, "None of the students handed in last week's homework." I hope this classmate can take the initiative to stand up! " After listening to the teacher's words, I was shocked and thought: it's over! The teacher found that some students didn't hand in their homework. What should I do? You want to admit it? I struggled internally, but I still didn't dare to admit it. At this time, the students are talking about it. Seeing that no one admitted it, Teacher Chen spoke: "Since no one admitted it, I'll call the roll. All stand up! " The whole class stood up. A minute passed and the students sat down one by one. Finally, I was the only one standing. My classmates all looked at me silently, and my face brushed my ears. Teacher Chen looked at me seriously, and I couldn't wait to find a hole to get into.
This silence lasted for a long time, and my ears seemed to roar all the time. Suddenly I heard teacher Chen say, "Stay at school and do your homework at noon today. When will she finish writing and go home? " There was a bang in my head like a bolt from the blue. At this moment, Teacher Chen picked up my exercise book and put it on my desk. I secretly looked up at Mr. Chen and found tears in his eyes! At that moment. I regret in my heart that I shouldn't be timid, cheat the teacher and hurt the teacher's heart.
Now I study actively and get excellent grades. But every time I think about it, I am a little embarrassed, but I am more grateful to Teacher Chen for his advice at that time. Teacher Chen, I swear, I will study hard and live up to your hopes.
In the sixth grade, the second article of my teacher's composition, like a candle, burns itself and illuminates others; Teachers, like chalk, sacrificed themselves and left knowledge; Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate flowers tirelessly. This is a compliment to the teacher, and my teacher Dong is no exception.
I remember it was a cold winter with heavy snow. My sister and I went to Miss Dong's house to attend Cambridge English. When I get there, I will take out my things to review, because I will have a dictation later. Finally, everyone is here. Teacher Dong will let us review for a while. "all right! Put them away and start dictation. " I put everything away for dictation. I have written the Pyramid with confidence.
At this time, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I thought it was temporary, but it will be all right after a while, so I didn't care too much. But after a while, not only did it not get better, but it hurt more. Teacher Dong saw that I was a little abnormal and asked kindly, "Jingjing, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable? " I said, "I have a stomachache." Without saying anything, Teacher Dong put down the pointer, posted something to warm my stomach, and then poured me a cup of hot water. Went into the kitchen again and cooked ginger soup for me. Teacher Dong took some time to give us a lecture. After a while, Teacher Dong asked, "Is Jing Wong better?"
In this way, after a while, Mr. Dong gave a lecture and went to the kitchen to cook ginger soup. Soon, I saw that Mr. Dong had left bean-sized sweat on his body. Looking at the busy figure of the teacher, I am not ashamed, because in this class, the teacher is busy with my business without much knowledge.
When the ginger soup was cooked, Mr. Dong held the ginger soup and said, "Drink it while it is hot, and it will go bad when it is cold." I looked at the steaming bowl of ginger soup and left tears of emotion. If my stomach didn't hurt, Mr. Dong wouldn't bother so much about me. Although the ginger soup didn't taste very good, I still drank this bowl of ginger soup in one gulp. Teacher Dong smiled happily when he saw it, and I smiled happily.
Teacher Dong is such a loving and amiable teacher. Every time I have a question I don't understand at school, I will ask Mr. Dong, and Mr. Dong will patiently explain it to me until I understand it.
There are layers of white clouds in the sky, which is your pure heart. You cultivate our quality, as pure as crystal. There are standing pine trees on the mountain, which are your thin figure. Teacher Dong, you will always be my good teacher!
In the sixth grade, my teacher wrote the third article "Teachers"-engineers of the human soul. They cultivated one tender seedling after another and trained a batch of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Guo.
Miss Guo is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child. I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave. Miss Guo came to visit me at my home as soon as she knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Miss Guo, you're here. "I said to Teacher Guo." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this moment, my eyes are moist. ...
The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Teacher Guo, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am sick, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points.
At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you make up the homework you left behind! " This question ... "With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this short message, I want to say to Miss Guo: "Half of my 100 points are yours, thank you.
My teacher's sixth grade composition 4 We finally entered the sixth grade and had a new head teacher-Miss Chen. As the saying goes, "a new official takes office with three fires." Well, our teacher Chen also has three fires, all of which make us naughty people blush.
The first fire completely destroyed the bad habit of whispering in our class. It was the first day of class, and we all whispered, chatted, laughed and made noise in our seats, and didn't care at all. I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Chen strode to the podium. "How long are you going to talk?" Then, Mr. Chen scanned the class with critical eyes, and then, sipping his mouth and frowning, criticized us. Since then, our class has really improved. As soon as the bell rang, the classroom was much quieter.
To say that this second fire is to burn the superiority of our class cadres. There is an unwritten rule in our class: students with good grades should be class cadres, and those with poor grades should stand aside. In this way, the distance between students with good grades and students with poor grades is getting bigger and bigger. The arrival of Mr. Chen has almost completely changed, and nearly two-thirds of the students in the class can become class cadres as an encouragement. Don't underestimate this move Now many students study hard and their enthusiasm has improved.
Teacher Chen's third fire naturally set off the bad atmosphere in our class. This is not just the end of class, the teacher has not left the classroom, and the classroom is noisy. Xiao Ming and Xiao Qiang started fighting again for an argument. Teacher Chen turned around, shook his head and told them some "secrets", but this made the two naughty boys blush and wanted to stick their heads into the floor. Strangely, they will never fight again.
You see, Mr. Chen's three fires have completely changed our class. Everyone Qi Xin works together to repay the teacher with excellent academic performance.
In the sixth grade, article 5 of my teacher's composition teacher, what a beautiful vocabulary; Teacher, what a sacred word. Generation after generation of China teachers, in their ordinary posts, worked conscientiously and sincerely, and wrote magnificent educational carols. And Miss Huang in our class is such a glorious people's teacher.
Miss Huang in our class has a touching smile. Miss Huang always smiles when she sees her every day. In class, the students made wonderful speeches; When class is over, her classmates' naughty little mistakes can make her happy for a while. Laughing is the character label of Mr. Huang. Teacher Huang believes that only by giving lectures with a smile can we bring wonderful classes to students.
Miss Huang in our class likes reading very much. Every noon reading time, Mr. Huang will also bring his own books to class. And when we see Mr. Huang reading with relish, we can't help but watch it. Miss Huang not only likes reading, but also hopes that we can read. Miss Huang divided our class into several groups, and each group bought different books and exchanged them a week later. Only in this way can we maximize the minimum benefit, fill our lives with books, and linger in the sea of books.
Miss Huang in our class has a pair of discerning eyes. Miss Huang's eyes are small, but they are always bright and shiny. Someone was reading extra-curricular books in class, and the teacher saw it at a glance, but Mr. Huang would not criticize him, but would say, "I found some people love books more than me!" " I'm really ashamed. "Miss Huang is also good at discovering the progress and retrogression of her classmates. After class, Miss Huang often calls some students to her office. Every time Mr. Huang says to the students who have made progress, "Come on, you will be better!" " "Students who regress will always say," It is always easier to regress than to make progress. As long as you want to reach the other side of success, there is always a way. " Mr. Huang's refueling will make students by going up one flight of stairs, and Mr. Huang's philosophy of life will certainly make some students suddenly realize.
Teacher, you are like the spring breeze, nourishing our growth; You are like the warm sun in winter, warming our hearts; You are like a navigation lighthouse, guiding our direction. Hello teacher, my good teacher!
What impressed me most about my sixth-grade teacher's composition was Guo, a female teacher who taught me in the fifth grade of primary school.
She taught us about thirty or forty years old. Round. There is always a pair of shallow glasses sliding in the middle of the bridge of the nose. In my memory, she is an amiable but occasionally strict person.
She never blames us for our exam results. Only once, she was dissatisfied with our exam results and pulled a long face. That's because the reason why we deduct points is carelessness. But seeing our frightened eyes, she smiled again, patted us on the shoulder and told us not to be discouraged. Next time, she will "drive us away". We realized gratefully that she loved us and didn't mean to scold us. At that time, we liked her better.
In class, as soon as she realizes that we are a little tired, she will bring out some small jokes from her old stories to activate our thinking.
When we make mistakes in class, she won't criticize us sharply in front of the whole class. She will use the mistakes she made as a child to entertain and educate. She is the only teacher I have ever seen who uses herself as a negative textbook to educate her students.
She loves sports and often finds some classmates at work to exercise with. Until now, I still remember how we exercised together.
How can I not like such a teacher and not want to be with her? Even when she changes her homework, we are willing to look at her through the office door.
Not long ago, I broke my leg. When she first saw it, she was very interested, even though she was no longer my math teacher. Then she looked at it very carefully. After fully understanding, she told me to walk slowly and never run. She found traces of mercurochrome in my wound. She patiently told me that mercurochrome could not be used all the time, which was not good for the wound and asked me to use it less in the future. Then she told me to hurry back to work and rest. After I entered the class, she entered her own class. Suddenly, my heart felt warm as if it had been lit by a torch. Her words gave me great comfort. What a good teacher she is, putting humanistic care first!
Unfortunately, before I graduated from primary school, she didn't teach us until the end, and she stopped teaching us after entering the sixth grade. Although the current teacher is also excellent, I still miss the time with her and the happy time with Miss Guo!
In the sixth grade, the teacher wrote seven ink skies, and occasionally a few stars flashed.
A diamond-like star, like her eyes, is young and deep, gentle and stern.
In the summer when gardenias are in full bloom, the annual English talk show begins. Crowded students packed the whole lecture hall. As a speaker, I can't help secretly worrying. Just occasionally glance and see her eyes. In my eyes, I am full of expectations. Big eyes narrowed slightly, full of laughter.
The speech has already started. I can't help but feel short of breath when I saw a famous classmate strut on the stage, give a speech with a smile and step down confidently. Stand up quietly, while waiting for the stage, while browsing the manuscript over and over again. Cicada gloated outside the window. Bullet, just take a step, I caught a glimpse of her eyes again. Deep, but can't stop trusting eyes. The strong sunlight of the sun softened through the window and sprinkled on her face. I took a firm step and started my speech with the same smile. ...
At last, the speech was over. I hurried off the stage and caught a glimpse of those eyes, or those eyes, which seemed to overflow. She nodded slightly to me, and her short curly hair trembled slightly.
When I sat back in my seat, I couldn't help taking a long breath. The perfect speech was beyond my expectation. So I began to be proud. A stern gaze penetrated everyone's eyes. I looked at her. Glancing at my eyebrows slightly, my eyes are telling me not to be proud!
The owner of those eyes, she-my English teacher in primary school.
We like to call her by her English name-Dora. Some people may feel disrespectful, but in the hearts of my classmates and me, Dora is positive about her teaching.
Those bright eyes gradually melted into a star, shining forever in the galaxy of my memory. ...
I have many teachers, such as my favorite teacher Yang, the beautiful teacher Ding, and the teacher Zhong I admire ... but I admire the teacher Lin I just met today.
The class began and the students rushed to the classroom. Suddenly, a strange face came into the classroom. We don't know where she came from. She nodded when we looked at her puzzled. Look, black curls. Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she simply said, "Have you seen my curly hair? Natural curl. Natural curly hair is very blessed. Do you think the teacher is blessed? " We all said, "Yes." She immediately raised the decibel and said, "I am very lucky because I have the honor to teach you lovely and smart children." What she said brought us closer together. You see, the teacher's bright black hair is inlaid with a pair of black jewel-like eyes, like a curved crescent moon, very beautiful! What's even worse is glib. Her mouth is like a well. The well is not filled with water, but with the dew of knowledge. It is like a cornucopia. Listening to her lecture means constantly picking up treasures from the cornucopia Look at the teacher's tall figure, chubby body and full of vitality. I appreciate everything I say, smiles and gestures. Listen to the lesson she gave us again. At first she said, "Hello, my classmates are so cute." We casually said, "Hello, the teacher is so cute." Now the teacher is ridiculous, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and he said with relish, "How to say that the teacher is cute, the teacher should …" I immediately interrupted, "The teacher should be beautiful". The teacher giggled and said, "That's very flattering, but I like listening." She nodded happily and agreed.
Listen, the teacher's voice is like a dexterous little hand gently plucking the strings, and it is like a refreshing spring in winter.
After a while, the teacher asked us to describe her in words, and we all used the same words over and over again. At this time, the teacher seemed to have discovered the new continent, and opened his eyes wide and said, "Don't use the steamed bread that others have used, that is, the steamed bread that others have chewed is tasteless, and you should have your own innovation." Ah! The teacher's words are like the spring breeze in March blowing in my heart, and my heart is very comfortable. I am extremely proud of having such a teacher. Twenty minutes Thirty minutes ... class is over before you know it. Oh! The wonderful words from generate in the teacher's mouth are like the Lijiang River. The teacher is really witty.
In the second class, the teacher introduced herself and said, "My name is Lin Jie." She also told us the origin of the name, because her parents wanted her to be pure-hearted and virtuous. I think she must be a very noble person to teach us so carefully.
Ah! I really admire the teacher's glib mouth, gentle and elegant temperament, crescent-shaped eyes and smart brain.
I like this new teacher and admire this new teacher even more!
In the sixth grade, the teacher wrote 9, the past passed by us, recalling the past, and beautiful moments floated in front of us like beautiful flowers. What happened between me and my teacher is imprinted on my mind like a brand.
It's very cold. I was late and went to school before breakfast.
"Report", I stood at the door, carrying a schoolbag. "Come on in." The teacher said gently. I went to my seat, picked up the book and began to read. After a while, Miss Wang came to me, stroking my swollen face and said kindly, "What's the matter, son? Did you fail the exam this time? Was it beaten again? " I nodded tearfully. When I found the instant noodles in my drawer, the teacher leaned over my ear and gently asked, "come to my office." I'll make you instant noodles. What can I do without breakfast? " Such cold weather. "At this moment, I was really dumbfounded. I thought: Teacher, my grades are not very good. You can help me make it up. I didn't have breakfast. You helped me soak. Why is it good for me?
Sitting in the teacher's office, the teacher and I chatted about some things at home. When the noodles were ready, the teacher came up to me with the noodles and said to me gently, "Eat, son!" " "When I met him, I wolfed it down. Eating, eating, my tears can't help falling. Think about being at home on Sunday. My parents never ask me if I have breakfast. I usually play with mine, but I don't ask if my homework is good or not ... but the teacher in front of me cares for me very much. ...
My former teacher doesn't teach me now, but whenever I see instant noodles, I think of the kindness my teacher gave me. Sometimes I often think: from a small point of view, teachers are good to me because they want me to grow up healthily; In a big way, I hope I will become a pillar of national construction in the future. Ah, teacher, you are so great and noble. When I grow up, I will definitely give your concern to others and society. ...
In the past six years, many teachers have taught us Class 4, but except one teacher, all the other teachers are "sincerely planting willows and leaving after planting", and only one teacher has persisted wholeheartedly. Only this teacher has been with us for six years! She is our dearest teacher Dong!
Our teacher Dong has curly hair because he wants to save time for his work. How dedicated our teacher Dong is! Teacher Dong also has eyebrows that laugh or express dissatisfaction. When Mr. Dong laughs, his eyebrows are very flat and stretch to both sides. When Mr. Dong expresses his dissatisfaction, the inner end of his eyebrows is down and caught in the middle. Teacher Dong has two stripes on his mouth, which add up to an "eight". This eight-character pattern is a joke. Teacher Dong's smiling eyebrows and two lines make her look gentle.
Teacher Dora Dong's unique and magical facial features inspire us. I remember from grade one to grade five, I was in a state: as long as others picked on me and made me feel uncomfortable, I would start work. It is common for others to cry for teachers. I was a little prickly. I didn't fight with others. My fingers itched every day. But now, I am a polite gentleman, I can talk, but I don't do it. It was Teacher Dong who gradually changed me with her encouragement and tolerance. Every time I make a mistake, her eyebrows are twisted. She can always find out what I did right in my behavior and praise me. I remember one time, Teacher Dong said that if I can't hit others, I can attack them in any language. He also praised me that I could control my emotions, which made my later language more and more refined. She always understands my feelings and suggests changes when I realize it. I grew up day by day, and I spent it in teacher Dong's repeated eyebrow bending.
Teacher Dong! Thank you! It's all over. I feel lucky to be your student for six years!