In the process of growing up, we will meet many teachers. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious and some are humorous. .....
My favorite teacher is our head teacher, Miss Lin. From the first grade of primary school to now, all the teachers have been with us. The teacher is very beautiful, of medium height, thin, with long black hair, sometimes wearing a shawl and sometimes a handful of masson pine, and a pair of kind and bright eyes embedded under curved eyebrows.
The teacher is a gentle and cautious person, and treats us like our own children, which makes us feel very kind. The teacher speaks so vividly that the students all like to attend her class. The teacher is meticulous and responsible for our study. Every assignment will be marked and checked, and problems will be carefully explained when found. The students respect her very much.
If we don't behave well in our study, the teacher will get angry occasionally. A few days ago, when we were in the last text, a classmate who didn't listen carefully was seen by the teacher, and he was furious and severely criticized because it was rare to see the teacher so angry. At that time, we were also shocked. After that, the teacher continued the class, and the students' wonderful answers made the teacher feel very satisfied.
Miss Lin, our head teacher, I will never forget you. Ask for adoption!
An example of writing a teacher's composition is 100 words.
1, teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
2. Every moment, she worries about us day and night: in the middle of the night, we have entered a sweet dream, but she corrects her homework under the bright moonlight and faint light; During the day, she stood on the podium and led us into the ocean of knowledge and swam in the ocean of knowledge.
3. The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging at the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.
That night, I had a dream. In the dream, the teacher gave a lecture on the platform, and all our students were listening. It's the same familiar voice, familiar face, familiar textbook, or … I woke up with tears in my eyes.
5, you are like a candle, although thin, but it has heat and light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable.
6. The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.
7. Teacher, it's snowing outside. Aren't your hands with chalk and books cold?
8. The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life.
9. The teacher's spring breeze bathes my heart every day.
My teacher's 100 word composition
I have an approachable and gentle Chinese teacher. She really makes me proud! Her surname is Kong, a first-class teacher at the provincial level and a second-class teacher at the municipal level. Or "March 8th Red Flag Bearer"!
Teacher Kong is always meticulous in his lectures. When we listen, it's like walking into a book to experience the story inside.
Teacher Kong will also speak with the most cordial smile when giving lectures. It is vivid and easy to understand. Students who didn't like attending classes before began to attend classes under the guidance of Mr. Kong.
I studied well in the past and was educated by Mr. Kong, by going up one flight of stairs.
Chapter two: My teacher.
Today, I met our new head teacher, Miss Chen. It seems that she is very kind. She told us: this is just, fair and equal for us. She also said: "She is the trunk, and our four groups are four branches." She also drew many leaves on the branches. She said, "These leaves belong to each of our classmates".
I like this kind of teacher very much. A teacher is like a mother tree, and leaves are like her children. We can't live without her arm.
Article 3: My teacher
My head teacher is Miss Shi. She is young, thin and tall, and likes to wear black clothes. She speaks softly and kindly, and always has a smile on her lips. We all like to stay with her and listen to her lectures.
I like our history teacher more and more.
Article 4: My teacher
My teacher's surname is Xiu. Look! Slim figure, long black shawl hair, bright eyes and simple clothes, she is my Chinese teacher.
Teacher Xiu is our head teacher. She is strict with her classmates. Once I didn't finish writing new words. The teacher checked and found that I didn't finish it, so he asked me to finish it. I often find that after school, Teacher Xiu helps students make up lessons and do their homework. She is an approachable and good teacher.
I love my teacher.
Chapter five: My teacher.
I have a good teacher. Her surname is Chen. She is our head teacher.
Miss Chen is beautiful, tall, with white skin, bright eyes and black hair. She likes to braid her hair and looks like a movie star.
Teacher Chen is very kind to me. She encouraged me to take the stage to host the event and chose me as an excellent flag bearer. But teacher Chen is also very strict with me. I remember one time, my handwriting was ugly, and Teacher Chen severely criticized me.
Teacher Chen is really our good teacher.
Article 6: My teacher
My teacher's surname is Zhao. She is a female teacher.
Although she has reached middle age, she looks young, with curly hair and bright eyes.
She taught me Chinese and taught us to write new words with strokes. The handwriting is very beautiful. I was afraid to raise my hand to answer questions in class before. With the encouragement of the teacher, I can speak actively now. The teacher is happy to see my progress.
She always smiles when she is happy. But when I am angry, I dare not look at her, just staring at the blackboard. I want to study hard so as not to make my teacher angry.
Chapter 7: My Teacher
Our head teacher is Miss Zhang. She has long black hair and watery eyes.
Every morning, she comes to the classroom early, waiting for her classmates to go back to school. After all the students return to school, the teacher will make breakfast for each student. In class, she always tells us some stories that are good for learning. After class, we played happily there, but she still corrected her homework carefully in the office.
Teachers, like our parents, take care of us and comfort us. I really want to say to the teacher, "Teacher, you have worked hard!" "
Chapter 8: My Teacher
My Chinese teacher is Yu Jinhua. He is my head teacher. She is an excellent old teacher with rich teaching experience. She is of medium height and slim. A round face with big bright eyes and a little white hair.
Her lecture is very lively and interesting. For example, when teaching the word "gold", we will be told to remember this: "A man surnamed Wang has two pieces of candy in his pocket." When there is the word "Su", "Bite off the cow's tail". We soon remembered these words. I like teachers very much.
On the occasion of Teacher's Day, I wish the teacher a happy holiday, always smile and always be happy.
Hope to adopt! ! !
1 teacher's story (within 100 words)
100 is too short to write. ...
Juanzi's teacher
10 years ago, there was a school deep in Daba Mountain. The whole school has only one classroom made of huts, only one class and only one teacher.
A cowherd was playing with fire on the mountain and accidentally set fire to the classroom in the hut. By the time everyone found out, the fire had almost sealed the classroom door.
The children in the classroom are in chaos, but the village teacher is more calm than ever. While teaching the children not to panic, he carried the children trapped by the fire out one by one. The fire has completely sealed the narrow wooden door, and the teacher's clothes, hair and beard have been burnt. But he didn't give up. Finally, there were only two female students left in the classroom.
The teacher rushed into the fire again, and two female students sat in the classroom crying. The teacher gave them a look, finally gritted his teeth, picked up one of them and rushed out.
The red-hot doorframe fell with a bang, which made the teacher stumble, but he finally climbed out of the fire with the girl on his back.
He carried the girl to a safe place and rushed into the classroom that had turned into a sea of fire. Just then, the classroom burned down with a bang. The teacher and the last student never came out …
After telling this story, Juanzi's eyes were red.
We all guessed: "It was you who saved the female classmate last, right?"
"yes." Juanzi nodded tearfully. "But do you know who was the last classmate who was left in the classroom by the teacher and never recited it?" We all shook our heads.
Juanzi said, "It's the teacher's daughter!"
Say that finish this sentence, Juanzi couldn't help crying.
"Wu" tells the story of respecting teachers and attaching importance to teaching, within 100 words.
Standing outside the door on a snowy day, waiting for Cheng Yi (Cheng Yi) to wake up and teach-respect the teacher and emphasize the road.
Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi were both very learned people in the Song Dynasty. In order to enrich his knowledge, Shi Yang, a scholar, resolutely abandoned the high-ranking official and went to Yingchang, Henan Province to worship Cheng Hao as a teacher, and humbly asked for advice. Later, when Cheng Hao died, he was in his forties, but he was determined to study hard and go to Luoyang to learn from Cheng Hao's younger brother Cheng Yi.
So, he and his friend You Zuo went to Cheng's home to visit Cheng Yi, but happened to meet Mr. Cheng who was closing his eyes and fell asleep. At this time, it began to snow outside. Eager to be a teacher, the two men stood aside respectfully and said nothing. After waiting for a long time, Cheng Yi slowly opened his eyes and saw You Zuo standing in front of him. He was startled and said, "Ah! Are they still there? " At this time, the snow outside has accumulated more than a foot, and He Youzuo doesn't look tired and impatient. Shi Yang's excellent moral character of respecting teachers and valuing morality has always been praised by people. It is precisely because he can respect his teachers and consult them modestly that he made rapid progress in his studies and eventually became a well-known scholar in China. People from all over the world have come thousands of miles to worship him as a teacher, and everyone respects him as "Mr. Kameyama".
Lu, who can help me write a story about you and your teacher? 100 is enough.
Model essay 1:
The long summer vacation has passed and a beautiful autumn has ushered in. In this season of sweet-scented osmanthus and golden autumn harvest, the new semester has begun again. Facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning, we have returned to the beautiful campus and started the journey of the new semester.
In the past journey, whether you had laughter or sunshine, it has become an eternal memory. Add a lock and seal it up! Everything in front of us is new. Did you get a look at him? A new life is breaking ground. Due to the cruelty of reality, we will become knights, wipe the wounds on our chests, pick up weapons and get ready to go. Have you determined the goal of the new semester?
Maybe your goal is to get into your ideal high school. Maybe your goal is to catch up with a classmate. Goals can be different, but they can't be without them. More importantly, after we have a goal, we must put it into action and go all out. There is no need to brush a piece of paper several times, but you must have a goal in your mind and a full set of plans. Without a goal, there is no end, and one can even be himself. How will you complete this journey? Of course it won't be smooth sailing. It will always make you cry, but it will always be sunny after cloudy days, because you are a knight, chivalrous and brave, and will not be knocked down by any difficulties!
Then, you need to learn step by step and do it in a down-to-earth manner. There is no limit to learning the sea. Let's explore the unknown world together and strive for our goals!
Franklin said, "Only with extraordinary courage can you do extraordinary things." For us middle school students, writing a good composition, drawing a beautiful picture, singing a touching song and playing a beautiful ball game are all successes in our middle school journey. Success is our joy, and behind success is our efforts. No effort, no gain, no effort, no gain. Therefore, for us who are about to enter high school, we should cherish this precious time to enrich ourselves and turn our ideals into irresistible power!
Students let us raise our ideal sails. In the colorful middle school voyage, there may be ups and downs, but I firmly believe that under the command and manipulation of our beloved helmsman teacher, we will definitely overcome all difficulties, avoid all dangerous beaches and reach the other side of success! ! ! We are about to embark on a journey full of * * *. The future is ours!
Model essay 2:
Only teachers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies ... "Every time I hum this song, I will think of my amiable teacher, who cares about me. I remember taking a nap that day, and suddenly I felt dizzy and didn't want to eat anything. The teacher went to the dormitory to inspect and found that something was wrong with me. He quickly came up to me, stretched out his warm hand, touched my forehead gently and exclaimed, "No! Burn badly, go to the hospital quickly! "At some point, the teacher bent down, held out his hand, pushed me hard, put me on my back, on my back, ran to the door like a whirlwind, rushed out of the house like an arrow and went straight to the hospital. The teacher was very anxious and rushed to the hospital directly. After careful diagnosis and treatment by the doctor, my condition has obviously improved. Before long, the teacher bought medicine and carried me home. The teacher was so tired that he was out of breath, but he put me on the bed carefully and trudged into the kitchen. She carefully brought a hot kettle from the kitchen, opened the bottle cap, unscrewed the bottle cap of the cup, poured boiling water into the cup, took the medicine bag out of her pocket, and tore it open. The medicine particles jumped into the cup like brown sugar, like small grains of sand, like naughty elves. The teacher picked up the spoon, stirred it evenly, scooped it up, blew it gently, lifted me up, put the spoon to her mouth, scooped it one by one, and slowly fed me this potion full of maternal love, like a sweet spring water flowing into my mouth, throat and heart, filled with a warm current. Teachers not only care about me and take care of me in life, but also care about my study. I remember studying by myself on the last night. I do my homework and hum a tune as I do it. I thought to myself, "the teacher also said that my homework was difficult, but I was like a duck to water and smooth sailing." I am a genius! "I was so proud. Unexpectedly, a" roadblock "always caught me. I scratched my head, and the teacher saw it and came over to cheer me up: "Never mind, do it slowly!" " "After listening to the teacher, I worked hard with confidence. I have drawn the whole draft paper, but this "roadblock" still doesn't move. I have to turn to my teacher for help. The teacher looked at the topic and the manuscript, and her smile became more and more serious. "Look, you copied the wrong number in this problem. How can you be so careless! " I was dumbfounded. I was really smart and lost for a moment. I blushed, grabbed a pen and swished a few strokes, and it was over. Teacher, you are like a lamp, illuminating the way forward for me. You are like a compass, showing me the way; You are like a warm source, inspiring me to overcome difficulties and forge ahead! Dear teacher, I love you forever.
Tip: You can extract your favorite fragments from these two articles, combine them together, and add your content, and there will be a new article. I hope you can adopt (* _ _ *) hee hee. ...
Author: Xiao Xuan, a small light bulb
"Qi" writes the teacher's composition about 100 words.
Teacher, you have worked too hard. My favorite sentence is: teacher, my good teacher, you have worked too hard! Let some students here do something for you! Teacher Rong, my good teacher, you have worked too hard! Let us students do something! How hard Mr. .......... worked! While we were sleeping, you were still correcting your homework under the lamp. When we played after class, you were preparing lessons in the office. My good teacher, you taught us knowledge in class and let us know that our parents raised us with hard work and sweat. Although we are sometimes asked to do some difficult questions, they will also answer them with us. You take us to read one text after another to ask questions, and the person who answers questions with us is also you-the teacher. You let us learn to read. When I grow up, I want to go to college and become a people's teacher. Under the cultivation of teachers, we all became useful people. I love my teacher!
"Ba" is to write a teacher's composition, about 100 words.
Teachers carefully cultivate and copy our seedlings, so that we can thrive and become the pillars of the motherland. Unconsciously, six years have passed, and we are leaving you as a gardener!
Teacher, in retrospect, you saw a wonderful life. You play with us. When you are sick, you take good care of us like your mother and let us grow up healthily.
Teacher, you are like a flower, emitting the fragrance of knowledge. You have taught us all your knowledge without reservation. How many days and nights, whether it is to train excellent students or help poor students, I didn't go to bed before 12. At this time, I want to say, "Teacher, please go to bed early!" " "
Teacher, who can match your fighting spirit?
Every night, you are correcting your homework, and the school lights are out. Only the light in your house is still on, and the stars and the moon are asleep. So the next morning, dark circles appeared in your eyes. But you still give us lessons with energy. In class, you are still so humorous, and your class is still so lively.
In my mind, teachers are equal to mothers.
Teacher, do you still remember: that time, I had a headache in winter, and you took me to see a doctor without saying anything. The medicine in this house was useless, so I went to that house again until I was optimistic. Don't you look like your mother at this time?
Teacher, you have taught us for more than two years, that is, it is time to graduate, and I will leave you without thinking about the sad scene when I leave. There is only one sentence: "goodbye, teacher, I will always remember you!" " "
How does "Nine" describe the teacher's composition of about 100 words?
My teacher, beautiful and gentle, takes care of us like a mother.
I just entered the first grade this year. My mother sent me to school. I didn't want my mother to leave me. But when I saw the teacher, I felt that the teacher was beautiful and spoke more softly than my mother, so I started school happily.
I like my teacher very much. Do you like her?