Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. "The teacher is a candle, a gardener and the brightest and most beautiful star in the vast universe. When I was in fourth grade, I met such a dedicated teacher. She is our head teacher, Miss Chen. She teaches us Chinese. She is very tall. Maybe because she used to read too much, she wore a pair of glasses. Since the fourth grade, the teacher has asked us to read books. She spent a lot of time inspiring us to read. She set up a small library in our class. From the day the library was established, students in our class scrambled to borrow books as soon as class was over. After a long time, most students in our class fell in love with books. Me too. I didn't like reading before, but under the influence of teacher Chen, I also like reading, and I understand that books have their own golden house. Teacher Chen's teaching level is very good. I didn't like Chinese at all before, and I always felt that Chinese was too difficult to master. But since Mr. Chen taught us Chinese, I like Chinese. Because she always teaches us the methods of learning instead of reading by the book, I have a strong interest in Chinese. At the same time, Mr. Chen has made me good friends with books. She always helps and guides us patiently when we are in trouble. When we regress, the teacher will encourage us and let us regain our confidence. When we get good grades, the teacher is happier than ourselves. Teacher Chen not only cares about our study, but also reminds us to learn "righteousness" all the time. She asked us not to make any mistakes in moral quality, saying: people must have virtue in order to play "talent." The teacher's duty is to teach and educate people, and teaching should be "teaching people to fish" rather than "teaching people to fish"; Educating people should be to cultivate children's good qualities. Our teacher is such a good teacher who takes the development of students as his own responsibility. '

The teacher in my heart

Teachers, a respected profession; Teachers, this lofty profession; Teacher, this selfless and great profession. However, the teacher in my heart is another way.

Teacher Huang, the head teacher, took over our class in the fourth grade. At that time, our classmates spat out their tongues when they saw Mr. Huang's serious face and old age. I thought to myself, "This teacher Huang must be a strict teacher, and we won't be too relaxed in the future." From now on, my respect for Mr. Huang should be a little timid.

But after spending some time with Mr. Huang, I realized that Mr. Huang was not difficult to get along with. Under the guidance of Mr. Huang, my grades have improved rapidly. Teacher Huang always grasps everyone's thoughts in the review class, and sometimes adds some fun to us. A few days before the final exam, we studied hard for a few days. Teacher Huang prepared several interesting questions on the blackboard to "change your mind". Miss Huang is writing E on the blackboard now. When I look at it, don't the letters "e, m, w and q" make up a pig? So I can't wait to say, "Teacher, this is ..." "The secret can't be revealed!" Teacher Huang interrupted me humorously. At that time, my opinion of Mr. Huang changed. I think Mr. Huang is still interesting, but he is usually serious.

Teacher Huang is not only funny, but also understands our ideas. Physical education class, Miss Huang also goes down to exercise in every class. Once Miss Huang said to me with a badminton racket, "Can you play badminton with me?" I readily agreed. It was still windy that day, so I stood downwind and took advantage of it. But I'm still a little nervous. After all, I am playing with the teacher. It doesn't matter if I play with my classmates. It doesn't matter whether the ball is rotten or not. Playing ball with the teacher for the first time. I can hear my own heartbeat. My ball was served, but unfortunately a strong wind blew and the badminton was blown to a big pine tree. I immediately blushed and secretly complained that I was so stupid. Teacher Huang came to comfort me and said, "If it's gone, it's gone. Don't blame yourself too much. It's not your fault, it's a bad thing. Let's play hula hoop. " I didn't fall until I heard this. I play hula hoop with Miss Huang. Miss Huang is not very good at playing hula hoops, so she humbly asks several female students for advice. Cai Xian gave a demonstration to Mr. Huang, and it took a long time to stop. Teacher Huang applauded while watching. At this moment, I suddenly felt that Miss Huang was much younger. No, it should be that Miss Huang has a young and lively heart. Since then, I have paid more respect to Mr. Huang, and those timidity have long since vanished.

Every teacher is respectable, and Mr. Huang sent off a batch of big brothers and sisters. Every year on Teachers' Day, many big brothers and sisters come to visit Mr. Huang. We always look at them in surprise and wonder how they know Miss Huang. Teacher Huang is always pleased to say, "They are my former students and have come to see me." I often wonder whether Miss Huang has many students, each of whom must be the crystallization of her hard work and sweat.

The best teacher in my heart: Miss Huang Jianping. You teach us knowledge, teach us to be human, make friends with us and care about us. Here, like all the students you have taught, I am deeply grateful for your inculcation. Thank you, Miss Huang!

"There are stars in the quiet night, and the teacher's window is bright all night ..." This song resounded through the streets and every household. Because it is used to praise our hardworking gardener teacher. Teacher, what a sacred profession! Some people say that the teacher is a big tree, sacrificing himself to shelter others from the wind and rain; Some people say that teachers are candles, which light themselves and illuminate others; Some people say that the teacher is a small piece of chalk, and he passes on his knowledge to everyone ... Many people have said many praises to the teacher, because the teacher is the noblest person in the students' hearts.

Time is like water in a small river, flowing away with cheerful laughter. Time flies, but I can never wash away my memories of Mr. Huang.

Miss Huang used to be the head teacher of our class. But when it comes to looks, our class is speechless, but some things about Mr. Huang are that we are like waterfalls and can't finish talking.

I remember that every time Miss Huang asked us to write a composition, our heads were empty and there was not a drop of "ink" in our stomachs. At this time, Mr. Huang took a copy of Sikuquanshu and wrote some famous sayings, two-part allegorical sayings and idioms suitable for writing on the blackboard. Immediately, the students' stomachs were full of "ink" and they began to write. In order to enable students to write good compositions, before each composition, Mr. Huang always goes online to find some excellent compositions to print out, arrange them into books, put them in the corner of the book for students' reference, or have time for the monitor to read them to everyone. Speaking of book corner, it is very famous in our class. The book corner is the "small bookcase" for students in the school. In order to increase students' reading, Mr. Huang organized a book corner. Books in the corner are books that students read or don't use at home, such as Education of Love, Two Wan Li under the Sea and Naughty Ma Xiaotiao, which are all bought with classmates' class fees and Mr. Huang's own money.

Another time, a naughty male student in our class accidentally fell down while taking the stairs, and his head cracked a hole about 2 cm, and bright red blood flowed down his head. Teacher Huang saw it and rushed him to the hospital without saying anything. In the hospital, the teacher runs upstairs and downstairs. Having to register immediately and pay immediately will keep the teacher busy. It was not until the boy's parents came that he returned to school with peace of mind and continued his class for us with his tired body.

Seeing the teacher's conscientious work aroused my desire to be a teacher. I want to say loudly: "I want to be a people's teacher when I grow up!" " "

"Year after year, my alma mater is like home. A few spring and autumn, a few teachers. " In a blink of an eye, five years of primary school career passed in a hurry, and I changed from an ignorant child to a wise teenager. In the past five years, many teachers have given me care and taught me knowledge. At this moment, the image of a good teacher in my mind is gradually increasing. Is that him? Or her? I thought about it, and the vague figure gradually became clear in my mind. Yes! That's her! My Chinese teacher, Miss Chen. Teacher Chen has been teaching me since the fourth grade and has formed a deep friendship with every classmate. Teacher Chen is not tall, with a round face and strict and gentle eyes. Teacher Chen is very approachable, always with a smile on her face, and her classmates like her very much. Teacher Chen has a kind heart. She treats us as her own children. Teacher Chen is always the first to stand up when we are most painful, troubled, sad and in need of help. I remember that the school organized us to go to Pukou for military training in the next semester of grade five. On the bus, I suddenly got carsick. When Mr. Chen saw it, he quickly got up and gave up his seat. I refused again and again, and Mr. Chen said kindly, "You are carsick and the car is very bumpy." Sit down! " "I sat down embarrassed. Where would students have thought that for a long time, only students gave their seats to their teachers, and it was the first time that teachers gave their seats to their classmates. Teacher Chen's love for us is like that great maternal love, silent and selfless dedication. Teacher Chen is not only kind-hearted, but also knowledgeable. When we are in class, we can always expand our knowledge after class, so that we can learn more about Chinese. His teaching method is very interesting. Let's play in school and middle school, so students like learning Chinese very much. Ask Mr. Chen if you have any questions you don't understand. She always pulls us and teaches us carefully until we learn. Memories flooded in and got out of hand. A few days ago, Teacher Chen's mouth swelled up because of tooth extraction, and the pain was unbearable, but she didn't take half a day off because she knew how important this year was to us! She endured the class, still strong, still smiling as before. A figure that gradually became clear in my mind. Yes! That's her! The best teacher in my mind-Miss Chen.