Good teachers around us
Our knowledge is given by teachers, and our progress embodies the hard work of teachers. Teacher is the most sacred profession under the sun. She has no earth-shattering achievements or prominent honors, but she has won the sincere hearts of children. There is such an amiable and respectable teacher beside me.
My class teacher, Mr. Huang, looks to be in his twenties, with a petite and delicate figure, but still slim and graceful. Her hair was black and shiny, and her long hair draped over her shoulders, like a black waterfall. When she smiled, her eyes were like the crescent moon that had just climbed up the treetops, and her two sweet dimples were deeply exposed on her rosy face, just like a big sister next door.
She likes to laugh, but will turn serious in an instant when dealing with irritating children. Teacher Huang teaches us English. Although she is young, she has a lot of experience. Even if it is two classes of English test papers, she can complete it in one class, and her efficiency is top-notch!
She loves her job and speaks fluent English. During class, as long as the knowledge point is within our ability, Teacher Huang will never allow us to speak a word of Chinese. Of course, I like this method.
I remember what happened a few days ago. It seemed very ordinary, but it touched my young heart. To be honest, I was a very casual child. Although I was pretty good at reading in elementary school, I was very careless about some small details. In middle school, I still couldn't change my carelessness. I often didn't get full marks for English dictation. The day before yesterday, I came to Teacher Huang with the corrected dictation paper. She looked at the dictation paper in my hand, her face darkened, and asked me to copy the wrong word carefully ten times. I was a little confused. Others I only copied it five times, but I followed the teacher's instructions. The second time I got in front of her, her curved eyebrows turned into a figure-eight shape, and she said to me seriously and angrily: "Copy it for me twenty more times." When I heard this sentence, I blushed. My son was flushed with nervousness, and my mind was filled with depression, and even a little bit of unwillingness and complaint. I walked back to my seat stiffly, staring at the writing paper. Oh! My god! It turned out that I made a mistake in correcting it. At that time, my eyes widened as if Columbus discovered the New World. Thinking about it, it was really embarrassing. Then I realized that Teacher Huang gave me several opportunities to correct my mistakes, but I didn't take them seriously. Very ashamed of this. When I went to see the teacher with the correct words twenty times, she sighed softly and said to me seriously: "Be more careful in your work in the future!" I nodded heavily. Although it was just a simple sentence, it touched me greatly. After that, I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling towards Teacher Huang, probably it was admiration!
Although our teacher Huang is an adult, he still has a childlike innocence. Every Tuesday and the last second class on Wednesday, we would rush to the basketball court to play our favorite games and talk about our favorite words. In my opinion, it was as happy as a bird coming out of its cage. By chance, Teacher Huang saw us having a great time and asked curiously: "What are you playing?" "Ma Lanhua!" We girls answered in unison. Teacher Huang blurted out: "Then you take me to play!" Maybe I made too much fuss; maybe I couldn't hear the teacher clearly because of my poor hearing; maybe I just love fantasy too much, but maybe all this can be overcome I can't believe the authenticity of what the teacher said, "Then you take me to play!" In my eyes, it was a completely unbelievable sentence. It's so cute that a teacher doesn't feel childish about the so-called old Shanghai "Nine Sons" game among children, but wants to play with us. After that, we danced and sang together hand in hand. Being held by Teacher Huang’s warm hands, my face turned red again, and the warm currents merged into a trickle in my little body. creek. Gradually, in my eyes, she is both my teacher and our common big sister!
I don’t want the article to have an ending, because with such an amiable and respectable teacher by my side, my study life will be very exciting. Who would want this kind of excitement and happiness to be there? What about an ending?
A good teacher in my mind
You are the earth that silently contributes, allowing us to grow happily on you; you are the deep blue sea, and we are the fish in the sea. .
You are a pen, and we are pieces of white paper. It is you who filled our ignorant white papers with words; let us understand how to write Chinese characters; let us understand how to write Chinese characters. How to be a human being; let us understand that we must be loving; we can learn a lot of knowledge and grow up so that we can repay our parents and our motherland.
Having said this, everyone must know who my favorite teacher is! She is the head teacher of our class - Teacher Gao.
Teacher Gao is like my mother in my heart. I listen to you at school and at home, we do what our parents say.
Although you have strict requirements for us, as the saying goes - a strict teacher makes a good disciple. Therefore, I still prefer classes with strict teachers, such as yours.
When you "solve a case", you will not let a "bad guy" go, nor will you wrongly accuse a "good guy". Moreover, you are always thinking of others.
I remember one time, when we were practicing walking in unison, a classmate in our class picked up 200 yuan and gave it to Teacher Gao. Teacher Gao did not keep the money for himself, but asked the classmates in our class who lost 200 yuan during class, but no one said anything. When get out of class was over, Teacher Gao counted his money and found that none was lost. , As a result, Xiaoyue told Teacher Gao what happened in the afternoon, and Teacher Gao returned the money to Xiaoyue.
Teacher Gao is a treasure in my heart because she can think about her classmates.
The good teacher in my mind is Teacher Gao. I feel extremely proud and happy to have such a good teacher.
The teacher in my mind
A teacher is like a candle, burning himself but illuminating others...
Beside me, in school , there are good teachers everywhere, they are serious, responsible, great and selfless, like hard-working gardeners, watering the flowers carefully with their own efforts; teachers are our guides, letting us know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is... …
She is of medium height, with glossy black hair, big bright eyes, and a round face, showing the kind of figure that intellectuals often have. She is our class teacher, Teacher Li. But there is a magical force that often inspires us, supports us, and warms us. We have been together for nearly three years.
Teacher Li has very strict requirements for every student, and her attitude is very serious, which is very clear to every student in the class; she always criticizes every student’s mistakes in a timely manner, Patient education. Therefore, almost every student is a little afraid of Teacher Li, and I am no exception.
I remember one time, during those days, I became obsessed with drawing cartoon characters, and I actually started drawing while Teacher Li was in Chinese class. My every move was clearly seen by Teacher Li. Teacher Li was very anxious and angry, as if he was very disappointed in me. She said to me seriously: "You should have noticed that you have been abnormal recently and your grades have dropped a bit. How can this continue?" After hearing Teacher Li's criticism, I really didn't understand it and felt that she was too merciless. Later, my grades improved further, and I finally understood Teacher Li's painstaking efforts. I admired her care and responsibility for her students. This made me discover another characteristic of Teacher Li, who is dedicated to his work, caring about students, and caring about every little thing in the class. For example, if a classmate's things are lost, there is a dispute between classmates, or if we encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, Teacher Li will help us deal with them carefully.
Later, at some parties and other activities, Teacher Li participated in our activities. She led her classmates to dance, dancing with her hands, moving quickly, talking and laughing with everyone, lively and romantic, I was so happy, as if he was our good friend. This made me discover that the originally stern Teacher Li also had an approachable and affable side. Teacher Li is very strict with us in study, and we are usually unwilling to do so, but as long as we understand Teacher Li’s intention. In class, she told us the story of the race between the tortoise and the white rabbit, and used her dexterous and highly skilled hands to describe the ecstasy of the animals racing. She humorously made us laugh, and the classroom atmosphere became lively.
Teacher Li, you will be an important chapter in my growth process that I will never forget. Teacher Li’s sweat and hard work have given us everything we have, and she has no regrets. She is selfless. . I am proud to have been Teacher Li’s student, and Teacher Li will remain in my memory forever!
Teacher in my heart
I will never forget who taught me how to think; I will never forget who guided me in confusion; I will never forget who made the world have love and peace. The sound of books is loud; I will never forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work.
Some people say: You are a spring silkworm, you will not be able to spit out the endless silk of love until you die! Some people say: You are a candle, shed your last drop of tears to light up the dark night sky; others say: You are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently nourishing all things on the earth; still others say: You are the sunset, like the sun After returning, burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! But you yourself said: What I desire most is to pave the way, and the happiest thing is to burn; I am just a wisp of flying smoke in the blue sky, not admiring luxury, beauty lies in nature; I am just the old stepstone on the journey, the one in the darkness. A distant cold star; I am just, I am just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but erased the utilitarianism; on the podium, you lifted up others, but dedicated yourself; it was the years that made your face grow old, and the chalk that dyed your temples white; you let go of many things. Hope, but you are still the one guarding the nest! Dear teacher, you are the greeter of the Morning Star and the companion of the Big Dipper; you are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world's progress; you are the designer of the human soul and the changer of social change. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green; you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; you are the lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to sail the ocean of knowledge; you are the red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without hesitation ; You dyed the wintersweet branches red with your charcoal mood, burned yourself, and gave me the yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; you turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, and gave me your gray hair. A pure dream, a pair of strong wings in the cold wind; you came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of sweet springs in your hands, and shed sweat all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart, a desire that I have been pursuing diligently.
When the wax torch turns to ashes, you will be immortal; when the silkworms are spun out, you will be eternal! Looking back, I will string together the steps of Spring and Autumn, and my life will continue to move forward in your expectant eyes...
In a few miles, you are like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have always opened your arms to protect us, and at the same time, you have imparted rich knowledge to us so that we can thrive. , with your company, our results have improved.
Thank you, dear teacher!
The good teacher in my heart
Staring, staring countless times, time is like a quiet river, so quiet and silent, slipping away quietly and quietly, without a trace. A little noise. When I suddenly looked back, I picked up the ripples, and there was another surge in my heart. I suddenly understood that the three-foot podium and the three thousand peaches and plums were all watered by sweat and condensed by the years. I finally knew the name engraved on the wooden board. It may not be immortal, and the fame engraved on stone may not be immortal. Teacher, only when such an ordinary name is engraved on our hearts can it truly last forever.
Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a mountain, because the mountains are towering and make people admire them;
Some people say that a teacher’s kindness is like a sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable;
Others say that the teacher is an engineer of the human soul and a sower of hope and happiness.
However, you are just an ordinary person. You use the podium every day and the lights every night to draw a blueprint of life. Here are you, me, and many children, generation after generation. Year after year, they laugh, learn, and grow up... until the years are stained with white frost for you, the spring silkworms spin out their soft silk, your smile ignites the September sunshine, and your eyes reflect the fruits of the golden autumn, beautiful and bright, A little heart-warming.
The Creator created nature and also created the most beautiful human emotions. As teachers and students, love and beauty, kindness and affection, everything gradually sublimates in this teaching and learning environment, and the love of parents The friendship between friends and teachers and students is like a lily that blooms quietly. After time, the unique tranquility and elegant mellow fragrance penetrate into our hearts and spleens, open our hearts, and become stronger over time.
The ancients said, "The mountains are high and the water is long, but my teacher's kindness is long-lasting." Teacher, a sincere, kind, and beautiful name, is like an orchid in an empty valley, a gurgling stream, every little bit. Drip water moistens the once young and immature heart. When the tide goes out, leave colorful shells on the beach. When we graduate, we give our sincere wishes to our teachers.
The golden autumn of September is full of fruits. Countless hearts are drawn and stirred, and even your back is condensed with hot eyes...
Let the spring of knowledge jingle and sing. Produce charming songs; let the flowers bloom in the spiritual paradise and write a long-lasting future. Teacher, a name that can make people forget.
Words full of poetry and thoughts full of philosophy, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up! Spring shines on every inch of grass, and the garden is full of peaches and plums. Teacher, you teach by words and deeds, and use ordinary brushes to outline an extraordinary life. It is Hsinchu that is higher than old bamboo branches, all supported by old trunks. Next year there will be new ones, and one hundred thousand dragons and grandsons will surround Fengchi.
We have gone through ups and downs on the journey of life. Teacher, you gave me the colorful rainbow after the rain. How can I thank you!
I have stepped on every corner of my heart and every inch of my soul, full of respect for you.
It’s like going from the brisk outdoors to the fireside on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care is like the bright red of the furnace coals, giving me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?
Only with the watering of love and the hard work of hard work can we have the splendor of peaches and plums, and the golden color of rice and wheat. May my gratitude turn into a bouquet of flowers that will never wither and bring fragrance to your life.
Life is an endless road. I walked, walked, and kept walking. On the left was the luxuriant spring grass and the scenery was infinite. On the right was the setting sun, like blood, and the vast earth. Your figure stood in the midst of it. Let us not lose our way.
That proud figure, teacher, let us use the laughter and tears of youth to remember your honor and future.