About the composition of the sixth grade of teachers 1 I have many teachers from grade one to grade six in primary schools, not just in schools. At home. I have teachers in society. However, what impressed me the most was Mr. Liu, the head teacher of the sixth grade!
Teacher Liu has heavy eyebrows and intense eyes. He has a pair of bright glasses and a talking mouth on his high nose. He is of medium height and looks very kind.
In my eyes, Miss Liu looks like her mother. I accidentally twisted my hand when I went to physical education class, and it hurt. I didn't tell Mr. Liu that day. I went home and told my father that Mr. Liu was very anxious and asked, "Are you better?" . "She told me that she had to tell the teacher something. I was moved by the tears left behind. Teacher Liu quickly took out the paper ... Teacher Liu is like my mother! Thank you, Miss Liu!
Another time, I went to physical education class to take a 400-meter test. Because I keep sprinting, I can't stand it. I have to cook. I felt dizzy when I finished. I can't hear what they say clearly, and I can't smell the food. I really want to fall down and have a rest, but I'm afraid I can't get up after falling down. I told Mr. Liu that I was not feeling well. Teacher Liu immediately helped me find a seat to eat. She asked her classmates to save the water for me to drink. He asked me, "Do you want to tell my parents?" I said, "No, just have a rest." I'll be well soon. I thank Mr. Liu!
Teacher Liu had a heart attack, but he still insisted on taking classes for us, which moved me very much! Miss Liu will always be my second mother!
Whenever I see Miss Liu working so hard, I really want to go up and call her back, pour tea and chat together.
The teacher is a diligent gardener, who has cultivated us through labor; The teacher is a lamp, illuminating our way forward; The teacher is a piece of chalk, leaving us knowledge, and the teacher is the engineer of our soul! Now I sincerely say to Teacher Liu: Thank you! Dear teacher Liu! "
The box full of memories has been covered with dust, but I still see that stern and kind face.
He is my fourth grade teacher. His surname is Jia, and he is slightly fat. His wrinkled face proves that he is old and strict, and his hair is basically bald, with only a few hairs scattered sparsely on his head. Coupled with his strictness, people nicknamed him "King Kong old bald Jia!"
He is farsighted, so every time he checks his homework, he should put it far away from it, much like an ancient scholar, except that he shakes his head less.
He is very strict with me.
There is always a composition class every week. I am the fastest writer, but in return, I always get severe criticism from him. "Zhang Bixin, your handwriting couldn't be better. Look at your handwriting, like a matchstick stamp. Let me say something! Hey! " After that, he will sigh and walk off the platform, but I have no regrets at all.
He is very kind to us.
On Teachers' Day, we will send some apples to our teachers and so on. He will put these fruits away first, and then cut them evenly for us to eat. He always eats a little by himself and gives us the rest. Therefore, we send fruit to our teachers every year.
And the sports meeting that year. It was very hot, only to see him pull a box of things from outside the school. When I got closer, I found it was a box of sorbet. Although it is a small milk cake with a price of 50 cents, it still makes us ecstatic. When he saw that we were all eating milk cakes, he slowly opened one and enjoyed the cool feeling.
Alas! I haven't seen him for two years. I don't know whether he is okay or not, and I don't know whether he is still feeding the students.
The sixth grade composition about the teacher 3 In the process of everyone's growth, there have been many teachers. They will bring us growing experience and enlightenment.
Recently, the math teacher had a whim and decided to give students some raw melon seeds. Let's bury the seeds in a small flowerpot and grow with us. Soon, several weeks passed, but the seeds did not move at all, and there was no sign of germination. It seems that the students can't wait, so they moved the flowerpot to the steps next to the corridor. Pour a glass of water every day. A few days later, the seed miraculously germinated, and the bud just emerging from the soil was like a small ant, weak but shocking. Everyone did not expect that a small melon seed actually pierced the hard melon seed shell, and the strength was so great.
The bud grows day by day, and a few young leaves are pulled out from the straight twig. Every leaf greedily sucks the bright sunshine, and naturally it will not let go of a drop of water in the soil. Although it can't grow into a towering tree, it will bear real fruit. Among those seeds, only it survived strongly, and with its small body, it broke through many obstacles and broke through the ground, bringing unprecedented surprises and touches to people.
Spring is the golden age for all things to grow. It seizes this short time, works hard with strength and courage, and creates the best life in its own eyes.
Perhaps, the dream of this seed is not so grand, but as long as it can become a sunflower full of fruits, it is the best presentation of its own value.
This seed inadvertently became the first teacher of my spirit, and my life will be more colorful because of my efforts.
In the fourth grade, a new head teacher came to our class. His surname is Wang, with handsome hairstyle and bright eyes. He is of medium height and walks in high spirits.
Teacher Wang is very strict with us. Many students are a little afraid of him, and I am no exception. Even the most naughty little Yin was a little scared to see him, and sat there quietly listening to the class. Speaking of Mr. Wang's strictness, it is famous. Anyone who hasn't finished his homework and hasn't corrected it carefully will surely watch you finish it. If anyone bullies his classmates, he will criticize them rudely; If someone lies and cheats a teacher or classmate, it is asking for trouble, because it can't escape Mr. Wang's Sherlock Holmes consciousness.
Although Mr. Wang is very strict, he pays special attention to us in his life. One morning, after physical education class, a classmate blushed and looked uncomfortable. At this time, Miss Wang came to this classmate and seemed to see her discomfort. The teacher touched her forehead with her hand and said to her kindly, "Don't do your homework yet! Have a rest on the table, I'll pour you a glass of water and inform your grandfather to pick you up later. " After a while, Miss Wang brought a cup of hot water, and she took a sip. Although she is ill, I can see that her heart is full of sweetness. I found that the teacher was too busy at work. He stopped what he was doing to care for and take care of his classmates. How nice!
Teacher Wang is not only very kind, but also very concerned about other students. Look, Xiaohong's legs are skinned. Teacher Wang helped her to apply purple potion. Runrun forgot to buy a pencil, and the teacher gave him one.
Since Mr. Wang came to our class, our class has been studying harder and harder. At the end of the semester, our class was also rated as a civilized class.
This is Miss Wang who loves us!
About the teacher's sixth grade composition 5. She is like a spring rain, nourishing our hearts; Like a gardener, take good care of us and let us thrive; Just like a bright light in life, it leads us to the door of success.
Look! From there came a beautiful female teacher, Miss Xiao, the head teacher of our class. He has long black hair and a serious and slightly gentle expression on his face. Slim and symmetrical figure, I have to let you give full marks for her face value! Teacher Xiao is also very good at teaching. She criticizes her classmates and never criticizes them directly. She always gives some hints to let them know their mistakes, because in Xiao's eyes, knowing and correcting mistakes is a good boy. Teacher Xiao is very tolerant of others. Unless you make a big mistake, Mr. Xiao will invite you to the office for tea. I was a frequent visitor to the office in my junior year. I remember not bringing my homework for a while. When I walked into Mr. Xiao's office with trepidation, Mr. Xiao said softly, "Nothing, I'll check on the teacher tomorrow." I left the office in a hurry-although it was several years ago, I still remember the experience of going to the office for tea. It was not until the sixth grade that I gradually understood that "strictness is love and looseness is harm". When I was a child, Teacher Xiao was very strict with us in order to lay a good foundation for us. "Your teacher Ban Xiao is the strictest teacher in the sixth grade", when others say so.
I will answer without hesitation: "But she is the best teacher". Today we are proud of Mr. Xiao, and tomorrow Mr. Xiao will be proud of us!
About the teacher's sixth grade composition 6 autumn afternoon, with a gentle breeze, everyone woke up a lot instantly.
Because "Lao Qian" has something to do, I will "disturb" the math teachers in other classes this week. Today, a seemingly "kind" teacher came: chubby, with an "oversized" general's belly, a big head with crowded facial features, and a pair of glasses on his nose, which made me believe that he was a slow-witted teacher. But "a judge by his appearance, the sea can't be measured"! I didn't expect "Gu Gu" to be an impatient person who "zooms in if you don't agree".
The so-called "there is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is the king." That's right. After Lao Qian left, the students were a little fidgety in math class. Here comes "Gu Gu". Although the bell rang, it was still as noisy as a vegetable market. The students saw that Mr. Gu was kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and it was even more out of control.
Teacher Gu looked around, then opened her mouth and shouted, "Quiet, I don't even know how to sit up straight after class." The lines were ordinary, but the voice shook the earth three times. Everyone immediately stopped like a pause button in the movie. I thought he would get to the point, but when Mr. Gu was in a hurry, he broke out in nonstandard Mandarin and scolded us. I threw up because I was too impatient. Maybe the sweat evaporates quickly, he is thirsty, and there are many white bubbles on his mouth, like crabs panting. I don't know who came up to me and said, "Mr. Gu looks like a bronze man, but he is a king." After Mr. Gu finished the "Lion Roar" trick, he began the regular class. However, Mr. Gu in the classroom is still very easy to understand and vivid, but our little heart should be ready to accept the baptism of "shelling" at any time.
It seems that a kind teacher is not necessarily easy to mess with!
On the sixth grade composition of teachers 7 Everyone has his own position, for example, someone wants to be a doctor; Someone wants to be a driver; Someone wants to be a policeman Cai; Some people want to be astronauts, but I want to be a teacher
Teaching is a hard and sacred occupation. Some people say that teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Some people say that teachers are hard-working gardeners, caring for the flowers of our motherland. Yes, teaching is indeed a noble profession. No successful person or respected scientist is trained by teachers.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. I have been in contact with many teachers since I was a child. Some of them are gentle and kind, some are strict and responsible, some are knowledgeable, and some are knowledgeable. In class, they are persuasive to students, and after class, they become students' good friends. I hope that one day, I can stand on a high platform and give lectures to my students like them.
If one day I become a teacher, I will take my students to the ocean of knowledge and explore the true meaning of life. I will use my rich knowledge to open the door to their wisdom. Therefore, I will study every subject from now on.
If I really become a teacher, I will pass on all my knowledge and experience to my students. So, now I want to study hard and work hard to realize my dream of being a teacher.
Teachers are burning candles and bright lanterns, pointing out the way for us in the future.
This summer vacation, I read the book Hello Teacher, My Good Teacher, which introduced that Teacher Lu Jianfen risked his life to climb the "ladder" every day in order to light the fire of knowledge for the children in the mountains. Teacher Ali Puxia crosses rapids every day, climbs the snowy plateau and sends the children to and from school. Liu Nianyou, a rural primary school, digs coal on holidays. The money he earned is not only for his daughter to go to school, but also for the poor students in his class. ...
After reading this book, I have a new understanding of teachers. Miss Huang, a Chinese teacher in our school, suffers from acute spondylitis. In order not to fall behind in our class, he held back his pain, pressed the platform with one hand and bent down to give us a class. The headmaster and students advised him to rest, and he said, "You can't get off the line of fire with minor injuries!" " Our English teacher Liu Mingjie will teach English in three rural primary schools. In order to learn English well for students in mountainous areas, he took lunch from home regardless of the cold and heat, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the rugged mountain road. This is the way he gives us English lessons. Because teachers are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, love their jobs and teach and educate people conscientiously, we can learn rich knowledge and the truth of being a man. ...
Teachers are always so hardworking and selfless. Students! Teacher's Day is coming. Let's say "Hello, teacher" to our beloved teacher.
Composition of Nine Teachers in Grade 6 During my "primary school career", I had a tutor, but what impressed me the most was He Laoshi, my class teacher in Grade 5.
He Laoshi is short, with beautiful hair, dark eyes and nervous spirit. She will be kind to you, and her sweet smile will always make me feel warm and safe whenever and wherever.
Speaking of He Laoshi, I really appreciate it.
I remember that winter, it snowed heavily. I forgot to bring my gloves and went to the office to deliver books with my bare hands. When I got to the office, my hand became a "frozen pig's foot". When my teacher and I saw this picture, we quickly took off our gloves and put them on for me without saying anything. After warming up, I returned my gloves to the teacher. She smiled sweetly and said, "Look at you, you forgot your gloves in the cold. Please change your habit of forgetting things! " I touched my head embarrassedly and smiled. Since then, my hands have been hot all day, and her hands have always kept me warm.
He Laoshi is very important to me not only in my life, but also in my study.
The unexpected failure made my test score in Sun Shan drop, and I was suddenly disheartened. After school, I resolutely. He Laoshi saw me and came to comfort me: "Failure doesn't matter,' failure is the mother'. When I go back, I will make a good mistake, understand it well and take a good test. " Short words, like a bright lamp, lit up my gloomy heart because of failure, rekindled the "fire of self-confidence" and gave me the courage to "win"
He Laoshi no longer teaches, but her amiable smiling face will always appear in my mind, her words will always echo in my ears, and her image will always stand in my mind.
Ah, I hope He Laoshi will meet again. Like the good old days!
About the teacher's sixth grade composition 10 We studied with our English teacher, Mr. Wang, for about two years, and we have a deep relationship with Mr. Wang's teachers and students. We should respect Mr. Wang and let him give us a good lesson.
English teacher Wang works very hard. She teaches five classes in Grade Four and one class in Grade Six. Every Tuesday at noon, Mr. Wang is very busy. He has to teach Class Six v2w, not to mention eating and resting. Miss Wang is a good teacher!
But there are many things between Mr. Wang and me. Let me tell you something that happened between Mr. Wang and me.
In the third grade, after class was over, I couldn't pronounce a difficult word correctly. I went to the office to ask Mr. Wang. It turns out that Mr. Wang is not in the office. After another class, I went to see Mr. Wang for the second time, and Mr. Wang was finally in the office. I shouted excitedly at the door: "Report!" Teacher Wang let me in. Teacher Wang asked me a word, so I opened the English book, turned to the words I learned today, pointed to the difficult words that were not pronounced correctly, and asked Teacher Wang for advice. Miss Wang handed them to me bit by bit. How to pronounce correctly? Teacher Wang asked U after teaching, "Xiao Ming, will you?" I said, "I will, teacher."
I'm leaving with an English book. Teacher Wang pulled me back, pointed to a pile of English exercise books and said, "This is the English exercise book of your class. Please send it to the students and let them correct their mistakes. " I readily agreed. Then, I even brought this exercise book back to class.
Teacher Wang is strict with us at ordinary times, and we got the top three, which also includes the hard work and hard work of Teacher Wang.
Here, I want to say to you: "Miss Wang, you have worked hard!" " "
About the teacher's sixth grade composition 1 1 The teacher is the best in my mind. If I really want to choose one, I will choose Mr. Wang who teaches me Chinese.
Although Miss Wang is not too tall, she is slim. His thin face has several visible wrinkles. There is still a lot of white hair in that rare hair, which is probably the trace of time. Teacher Wang likes to encourage us very much, and I have made little progress under his encouragement.
I remember when Mr. Wang taught us, it happened to be the fourth grade. At that time, Mr. Wang often asked us to write compositions. You know, I'm not interested in composition, either the sentences are not fluent or unreasonable, which makes me hate writing even more. When I went home to do my homework, Mr. Wang asked us to write an article "My Mom", which didn't mean to embarrass me. I'm the worst at writing people. I was puzzled, and finally thought about the content and wrote it with trepidation. I am particularly afraid that I will be laughed at by my classmates for my poor writing this time. The next day, I handed this article to my teacher, and when I sent it, my grade was actually a five-pointed star. There is a comment below: it's well written, make persistent efforts, and you will certainly do it. This is the first time in my life and the most precious one. From this time on, I slowly fell in love with writing. In writing, I can find my greatest enjoyment, that is, I can release my feelings infinitely in my composition. Slowly, slowly, my composition level has improved, and Mr. Wang often chooses me to participate in writing competitions, from which I can also win big prizes. I'm so happy.
This is my best teacher, who leads me to success slowly and encourages me when I encounter obstacles; He accompanied me when I was happy.
"Teacher Wang", what a kind and unforgettable name!
Sixth grade: Lou Xinyi
Everyone has a teacher, and I am no exception. Of all the teachers, Mr. Tang impressed me the most!
Teacher Tang is the Chinese teacher in our class and our head teacher. She is very responsible for her work. I passed by Mr. Tang's office the day before yesterday and saw a piece of red on the back of his hand. What happened? Is it a burn? I saw her gently apply white Auron ointment to the back of her red hand. I asked the nearby stream, "Stream, is Teacher Tang burned?" Xiaoxi said, "Yes, Mr. Tang accidentally burned his lunch box yesterday." "Why didn't she go to see a doctor?" I asked, "Mr. Tang is going to correct our papers this morning, and there is no time to go to the hospital!" " When changing paper, she has to find a stainless steel cup, put some cold water in it, fold a towel next to the cup and put her hand into the cold water. Whenever she finishes reading a composition, she takes out her hand and wipes it with a towel for fear of wetting the students' papers. Then pick up a red pen to grade and write comments. This action is repeated until all the papers are corrected. "After listening to Xiaoxi, I am full of respect for Teacher Tang, and I also see her full love for us. Yes, she would rather work harder and endure the pain herself than let other teachers increase the burden and delay the students. I saw from Teacher Tang what kind of person I should be when I grow up. She is my role model.
This is my teacher, a teacher whose heart is full of students, responsibilities and love!
A teacher is a sacred profession, but in our school life, for more than ten years, every teacher has been a passer-by, laughing like a dragonfly, and then never seen again. We can't remember everyone, but there will be one who will deeply affect you. Who she is depends on you.
And the most beautiful teacher in my heart is the teacher who teaches me the first and second grades of primary school. I still remember her appearance, a pair of clear eyes deeply sunk in, a few silver wires in fluffy hair, simple dress, beautiful smile refreshing.
She attracted her classmates with a kind image? The students like her very much. I remember once, I was so absorbed in thinking about things that I forgot to read. When I came to my senses, the teacher looked at me with a smile. First of all, I was shocked. I quickly picked up the book and read it carefully. I have never done this again.
Another time, the teacher didn't come, and everyone was worried. There is a substitute teacher in the class, and the students are obviously not so active in class. A few days later, the teacher came back. The first sentence was full of tears: "Did the students miss me?" Everyone said in unison, "Of course." The teacher was silent for a while and said, "The teacher's relatives passed away, and the teacher was very sad." Then they went back to wipe their tears and everyone comforted the teacher. We know that teachers treat us not as students or children, but as friends.
The friendship between the teacher and us is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. She is Miss Peng.
Dear teacher Peng, you are my good teacher. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation. You've done everything for us. You see, from the traces of white hair on your head, you must have broken your heart for us.
Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, we are the flowers of our motherland, and you have nurtured us. Teacher, you are a small candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Teacher. . . . . .
At school, we feel at home. You love us like a mother loves her children, which makes me feel the warmth of home, although some boys will say some bad things to me in one way or another.
I remember that time, when I was in the third grade, the Wenchuan earthquake happened and there were countless casualties. The whole of China is immersed in grief, even including our primary school students, so we must mourn for the people who died in the earthquake, so we must mourn for the people who died in the earthquake for two minutes. When we were silent, the sky began to rain. It seems that God also cried in the earthquake. After we persisted, we went back to the classroom and were "soaked" one by one. Your teacher Peng saw it and braved the rain to buy us towels to wipe our hair. Teacher, you got wet for us again.
I'm almost in the sixth grade this year. I have been with my teacher since the third grade. Watching the teacher work so hard every day, I always think, how can I repay the teacher? We used to give some gifts, but now I really know that grades are the best gift for teachers.
Teacher, I can't forget you-the hardworking gardener; When I embark on the journey of life, I will never forget you-dear teacher.
In March, our head teacher, Mr. Wu, took three months off for surgery. So, Mr. Wu invited a substitute teacher, Miss Liu, who is a custodian teacher. Because there are basically no substitute teachers now, we can only ask a custodian teacher to take the place.
Teacher Liu is a trusteeship teacher. She has no teaching experience, so our class doesn't like Miss Liu coming to class. We also gave Mr. Liu a nickname, "Liu Cuihua".
"Jingle bell! Ding Lingling! " Start class. Teacher Liu walked slowly into the classroom and began to give us a lecture. However, some students want to rebel: some are talking about some games and the like; Some are prone on the table, as if asleep; There are people secretly playing poker in the drawer! But Mr. Liu only cares about his lectures, regardless of his classmates. As a result, the students made more noise, and the whole classroom was like a vegetable market. "Jingle bell! Ding Lingling! " After class, I didn't listen to anything, and neither did the other students. Now, other classes laugh at us and laugh at us as "vegetable market classes".
Teacher Liu often transfers classes and often changes physical education class and music classes into Chinese classes. After class, Mr. Liu left us in the classroom and asked us to write this and that.
When I get home, I often tell my parents that it is really difficult to change teachers. However, although several parents complained to Mr. Liu, it was still useless.
Hey! How bitter it is to change teachers! Being noisy in class, I was laughed at by other classes after class and lost my freedom.
Teacher Wu, when will you come back?