With all her love, Miss Wang nurtured us carefully, not only imparting knowledge to us, but also teaching us how to be a man, which ignited the spark of ideals for us.
I remember the first class in the third grade-distributing books. The new book arrived and the classroom was full of joy. I was sitting in the front row. The new book has come, and I am so happy that I can't wait to get it at once. So, I can't wait to pick it up, put a brand-new and clean book into my schoolbag, and pass it around after a little wear.
My actions were captured by Mr. Wang's keen eyes. There is a trace of sadness on her kind face. "Bell ..." After class, Miss Wang came up to me and said seriously, "Come to the office." I walked to the office in fear and trembling. As I walked, I thought: I will be criticized on the first day of class. Isn't it just a class ... I muttered to myself and walked into the classroom. Teacher Wang smiled and asked, "Is your name Zhao Yan?" I nodded and thought: I already knew my name on the first day of my succession, which shows that this teacher is too "powerful". I can't help but admire my teacher. She added, "Please look up the explanations of the words' put yourself before others' and' selfish' and understand their meanings. I will test you tomorrow! " I nodded, glad that the teacher didn't find it just now, and a big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
When I got home, I knew the explanation of these two idioms like the back of my hand. The day after the first class, I was called to the office again. Teacher Wang asked seriously, "Did you understand the two words you recited yesterday?" "'putting others before yourself' means that no matter what you do, you must first think of the interests of others. Selfishness' is very selfish, and no matter what you do, you only plan for personal interests. " Teacher Wang nodded and smiled and said, "Well, I know this sentence by heart. How can I relate them to my own actions? " "I, I ..." I had nothing to say, my face flushed and I bowed my head in shame. Then Teacher Wang told me the story of Kong Rong letting pears. Kong Rong is the youngest child in the family. His father took out a plate of pears for everyone. Kong Rong takes first, and Kong Rong takes the smallest. Father asked him, "why did you take the smallest one?" "Kong Rong said," I want to eat small food when I am young. I want to put my ancestors before myself. " Teacher Wang told me earnestly, "If everyone thinks about themselves and everything, how can we show the superiority of our big socialist family?"? "? Selfish' may be harmful! "Teacher Wang's words are an inspiration to me. Yes! I took the new book intact, clean and flat. Who gave it to the slightly shabby book? Look at Kong Rong. Compared with himself, it is a drop in the bucket. So I sincerely said to the teacher, "Teacher, I was wrong. I must get rid of the bad habit of selfishness. " The teacher nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and his sad face relaxed.
"Bell ..." The bell rang, and I walked out of the office with relief, but my ears still echoed with the teacher's advice, teacher! We are like trees, and we need your careful cultivation at any time. How can I thank you for always correcting my tilted torso and laying a solid foundation for our growth? Miss Wang!
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My teacher
Although He Laoshi is only in his thirties, he has a lot of white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. But he is always smiling and radiant.
He Laoshi is our head teacher and Chinese teacher. His lecture is very humorous. He often makes us laugh in class. In this laughter, students learn knowledge quickly and well. Once, the teacher asked us to divide the text into levels. It's an article about scenery, and the length is too long, so the students can't distinguish it at once, and they all frowned. The teacher didn't ask us to answer at once, but asked us to recall our travel experiences. The students' faces turned from cloudy to sunny, and then the teacher guided them to analyze the scenic spots, routes and artistic conception of this article and asked them to draw a schematic diagram. Chinese has become an art class. A few of them were so lifelike that they shook their heads. Finally, write down our travel experience. Ah, that scene is very touching! Suddenly, the classroom was quiet and all the students left. "Sand, sand, sand", thousands of races, just like the ancient battlefield in the distant desert, Ma Benteng! My heart is not in the classroom, and I have returned to "Happy Valley". Unconsciously wrote more than 800 words. Just finished writing, the teacher took it. He read it in class and won applause from his classmates. After class, many students outside the school gathered around and shouted "Yes" outside the window, which caused a sensation throughout the campus.
In order to let us learn more knowledge after class, He Laoshi often buys books for us, carefully designs thinking questions and guides us to read quickly. In daily life, He Laoshi is like our nanny. Once, when I was doing exercises, He Laoshi found me uncomfortable in time and immediately asked my classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. When I heard the teacher kindly ask, "Are you better?" I am very touched. Some time ago, several male students in the class made the teacher angry every day. Later, for several weeks, I saw He Laoshi, who never played badminton, playing badminton with those classmates after school, talking and laughing. Soon, they became good students in the class. Once, I was sick and didn't go to school. My teacher is very concerned about me. She always asks her classmates to visit me at home and give me lectures in person when she is free. During my illness, my grades did not decline, but rose. The teacher didn't take the credit for himself, but praised me in class for persisting in studying despite my illness. I couldn't help crying and said loudly, "No! Teacher, this is the result of your hard education! "
The teacher smiled and the wrinkles on his face deepened! I think this is all the result of the teacher's efforts for us.
"Teacher parents also". Speaking of teachers, the image of aloof and unsmiling on the podium always gives students a sense of fear. But today I want to talk about Mr. Ou, but he doesn't have the image of "being tall" at all, and even does the opposite.
As the highest commander of this class, Mr. Ou should be domineering and not angry. But he just makes friends with our classmates, joking and having fun. He is a real king of children, and at the same time he is funny and kind. Every morning, as soon as we step into the campus, we can always see a "stand out from the crowd" figure running around in the pursuit of male students in our class, sometimes laughing and sometimes screaming, attracting attention. I won't say who he is, but you should all know that it's Mr. Ou, a football player who has a great reaction among the male students in our class. At this time, the female students in our class can't help but become spectators and cheer for this rare campus scene. And our teacher Ou will get more and more carried away, waving and cheering to us from time to time and becoming a football star on the court. This was nothing at first, but later he went further and asked us girls to run five laps every morning, which is also commendable: health is the capital of revolution and health is the greatest wealth in life. This move naturally made us vulnerable "big ladies" suffer a lot. After waves of protests, our teacher Ou finally agreed that he would take the lead in running five more laps. It was miserable to see our head teacher in front of us, and a kind of happiness that asked for it made this "running away" incident come to an end. Strangely, since then, I, the class cadre who is responsible for registering sick leave, has become a false job of "selling dog meat"
Mr. O has another "strange". Every noon, he is always busy in the classroom. Don't think he is making up lessons for us. He has never worked so hard. He plays chess, Go and military chess in the classroom ... He often says: Life is like chess, you should always have an enterprising heart, think hard, and don't be happy for things or sad for yourself. Worst of all, he boasted that he was invincible in his class. As soon as this statement came out, it caused great public outrage, and the whole class was United and went into battle together. At that time, there was an upsurge of playing chess in the class, and even our female classmates were unwilling to lag behind, proud of defeating the teacher. As time goes by, Mr. Ou has been defeated more and more times, and our sense of success is increasing day by day. We don't know how happy we are every time we listen to the teacher's awesome feelings. Strangely, as soon as Mr. Ou's challenge was put down, the male students who usually like to chase after each other quieted down, and even the king who usually violates discipline made up his mind to show his skill on the chessboard and stop making waves. We quiet little girls are also happy to compete with male students.
What is even weirder is the homework assigned by Mr. Ou. Homework in other classes is always copied. Look at the back. Our teacher's homework is always so clever. He will ask you to compose a handwritten newspaper freely every week and prepare a debate or story meeting once a week. You will also be asked to collect typos outside the campus and investigate environmental pollution in the community; He even lets you choose your own works … God, in his eyes, we are all painters, lawyers, environmentalists … even great writers. But strangely, students always enjoy these assignments, and even the "unpaid" big families who do their homework at ordinary times always appear on the excellent honor list.
There are many "strange" things happening to Mr. Ou. But after a long time, we are not surprised, but one thing is certain; We are the "weird" teachers who like this most in recent years. I really hope that Mr. Ou will be our head teacher next semester!
The transparent days of childhood, childhood and adolescence are always like pieces of blue gems, condensing every tear of laughter. White paper is painted with the color of dreams, and it also records many joys when we are together. Teacher, Teacher's Day is coming, and I want to say to you, "Thank you, teacher!" "
Teacher, do you remember? In the first grade, I cried and made noise, and I had to find my mother. What about you? You frowned and bought me lollipops and ice cream. I was still crying and laughing there, and as a result, most of your clothes were dirty, but you were not angry. You told me the story of the ugly duckling the other day. From then on, I thought you were beautiful.
Teacher, do you remember? I have been a timid little girl since I was a child. I always dare not raise my hand to answer the teacher's questions in class, for fear that the wrong answer will make my classmates laugh at me. It was your arrival that changed all this. The other day, when I was studying "The Fishing of the Iron Bull", you asked a question. No one in the class felt the need to raise their hands, and I just reviewed that question. Did you raise your hand? What if the answer is wrong? My heart is beating drums. At this time, you gave me an encouraging look, and I succeeded. Since then, I have become more and more active and my grades have improved day by day. My classmates say that I have changed from an ugly duckling to a white swan.
It's March 3 again, and kites are flying all over the sky. Hello, teacher, remember? On the day of Kite Festival this year, you took our whole class to the playground to fly kites. The students took out their own kites, including geese, eagles and swallows. These kites are colorful and varied. Run, fly and fly kites in the blue sky. Kites are accompanied by white clouds and interact with the blue sky. We run and jump below, feeling extremely happy, with a smile on our faces. Happiness stays in our hearts, and with you, we will always have endless happiness.
Teacher, there will be a lot of happiness in our days together. Our growth is inseparable from your hard work, and every progress I make is the crystallization of your sweat. You are busy with blooming flowers and ripening fruits. Teacher's Day is coming. I want to say: "thank you, teacher!" " "
The teacher is a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland. The teacher gave us a lot of knowledge, so that we can swim freely in the ocean of knowledge. The teacher told us the truth of being a man, which benefited us a lot. For us, the teacher has devoted a lot of effort.
My Chinese teacher is an excellent teacher. We all call her Miss Lu. She has a small mouth like a cherry, a pair of bright eyes shining with wisdom, and a long blond hair dotted with that oval face.
She is a teacher with a dual personality. When she is gentle, she takes care of her classmates like her own children. When it is serious, put your hand on your waist and start criticizing the students who made mistakes. But she must have more gentle time.
For a time, I often caught a cold and went to the hospital at two ends every three days. That day, I wore very little. When the class was over, Teacher Lu leaned down and said to me gently, "We all have a cold. We should wear more because we wear so little!" I nodded, and after listening to this sentence, my originally cold body instantly became unusually warm.
Although the teacher cares about us in life, he is also strict with us in study. Once, a classmate made a mistake on a simple topic and was fined 50 times at once. The students copied it all morning before finishing it. Since then, our whole class has never been careless in doing homework. Look at that. Our teacher is very good.
Teacher, you have paid a lot of sweat for us. Although you are very strict with us, I hope we will not delay our study. I will repay you with my career in the future.
It's late at night, I'm still sitting by the window alone, looking at the night sky thoughtfully, which often causes me to daydream about the scenery.
Now, I'm not interested at all. I think of teacher Shi's smiling face. When I raised my pen, the tip of the pen jumped on the paper. I was inspired to write today's composition-"Praise my teacher".
Teacher Shi's vision is commendable. These bright eyes seem to speak. Look!
With the short and urgent bell, Teacher Shi came into the classroom. She had just taken two steps when she stopped. Her eyes seemed to be staring at something on the ground and her brow wrinkled. I craned my neck to look at it curiously. Hey, isn't that crushed chalk? Too bad, today is my duty student, but I didn't notice this striking white dot. I can't help lowering my head and waiting for the teacher's criticism. I saw the teacher walking to the corner with the watch of the duty student, and his eyes suddenly fell on me. Like an electric shock, I hung my head lower and my face burned. To my surprise, Teacher Shi didn't reprimand him severely. I just scanned the class with incomprehensible eyes, as if I wanted to find something from my classmates' faces. The classroom is surprisingly quiet. This silence was deadlocked for a minute.
"Silence is better than sound", and Shi's deep eyes made me realize the rich connotation of the word teacher. The teacher's silence sounded the alarm for me: do my job well.
At all times, from astronomy to geography, she can talk about Kan Kan; From Confucius, to Lu Xun, to Lenin, Marxism, and even today's pop music, Mr. Shi can talk about Kan Kan. Really convinced her unique eloquence. She is eloquent not only in class, but also after class. Sometimes, I really think she is more like our big friend.
Teacher Shi's unique teaching method is commendable.
Since she took over our class, our composition scores have blossomed like sesame seeds-higher and higher. But if you want to say that the teacher has too much homework, that's wrong. Teachers never ask us to memorize new words, vocabulary and basic knowledge. Her slogan is: "quality, not quantity." Of course we yell; "Long live understanding."
Under the leadership of Mr. Shi, the Chinese score of our class has climbed from the penultimate one in that year, which is really thanks to Mr. Shi. I remember a song that said, "When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed sweat drops ..."
The song undulates in the night sky. The night deepened, and a cold wind pulled me back to my thoughts. Some people say that teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate the future flowers of the motherland. But I think the teacher is more like the spring rain of fame and fortune in Du Pu's poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"