Once, the strong teacher Huang in my eyes cried. It was because our class had a fight. Some people think that fighting among primary school students is not news. Is it necessary to cry? However, friends, you are all wrong. The whole school knew about it, and the parents pointed at Mr. Huang and scolded him. At that moment, I was so sad. It is also because our average test score is the lowest in the grade, but we hate iron and don't produce steel. She has been crying on the podium, and the classroom is quiet and a little scary. It was not until the school bell rang that she whispered "School is over" and walked out of the classroom. Teacher Huang sobbed in the corridor.
Next semester, Miss Huang will go to Shenzhen. I want to say to Miss Huang, "I will miss you".
By the way, her name is Huang Na.
My Teacher-Material Composition 2 Speaking of my teacher, I have a feeling that I can't control it. Listen to my description below!
My teacher, surnamed Cao, wears a pair of glasses like me and is chubby. As soon as I saw him, I knew the teacher was evil. When this teacher became my head teacher, I found that my original ideas were all wet, which was completely different from what I expected. I remember when I was in grade three, there was a boy in our class who didn't finish his homework. At first, the teacher scolded him a few words. After class was over, the teacher told him to go to the office, and we eavesdropped at the door. I really didn't expect that under the teacher's evil appearance, he actually apologized to the boy after class, which made me look down on the teacher. Later, the boy's grades actually improved, which surprised me After class, I went to ask the teacher. I asked the teacher what methods you used to improve the boys' grades so much. The teacher said, in fact, mentality is the most important. I just encouraged him a few words. Four years later, the teacher taught us for four years and was about to graduate. To this end, I want to say here, teacher, you have worked hard. Thank you for your support and concern over the past six years. Thank you for your encouragement over the past six years. Don't worry, I will study hard and live up to your expectations. I love you forever.
My teacher-Material Composition 3 (1) There is a big garden in my community, which is my childhood paradise.
Needless to say, there are neat and green holly trees, smooth and interesting cobblestone paths, buttonwood trees with tall crowns and clover with small purple flowers; Needless to say, cicadas sing in the leaves, butterflies dance in the flowers, and noisy magpies dive from the air and hide in the lush leaves. The corridor on the west side alone has infinite interest. Wisteria has blossomed clusters of small purple flowers, and the sweet fragrance of the flowers has attracted swarms of bees to be busy among the flowers, attracting beautiful butterflies to dance among the flowers. Near the promenade, there are two tall gladiolus, and in the middle of the opposite thick leaves, there is a straight style full of small bell-like white flowers. On summer nights, in the grass beside the promenade, if you listen carefully, you will hear crickets. If you go near it, it will stop singing. If you walk gently and slowly across the grass, you will see a little cricket singing with its wings.
In winter, the garden is tasteless, the north wind whistling, the buttonwood trees covered with leaves are so lifeless, and even the willows are bent and subjected to the test of biting wind and rain. It seems that if you are not careful, it will be blown to pieces. It's different here when it snows. We make a snowman and have a snowball fight here. Under the cover of holly, if you are not careful, you will be hit by your partner's snowball. If the beaten partner doesn't get up right away, he will be dressed up as "Santa Claus" in an instant.
The most lively flower should be spring, when the garden is full of vitality. Willow grows long green hair and calls spring with willow flute; The phoenix tree is full of purple flowers, and the spring music is blown with a trumpet; Above the promenade, wisteria blooms like grapes, and beside the mushroom pavilion, magnolia blooms with buds that have been brewing for a winter; In front of the fence, morning glory, pink roses, you won't let me, I won't let you climb over the fence, revealing their flowers like a game. In the open space, we fly kites and roller skate. On the playground, we play basketball and bungee jumping. Even in front of the bare stone table and bench, there are scenes of us fighting for the general. The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of spring flowers, and Mizaza's clover is also eager to bloom, weaving a charming carpet for the garden.
I love this garden, its season, its freshness and its fragrance. Because she grew up with me, I will never forget her-my childhood paradise.
In that village far from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a paradise for me. That is a big mountain behind my grandmother's house, which is evergreen all the year round.
Grandma often takes me to the mountains to play, where there are many plants and insects that can't be seen in the city. Just a tea seed tree has attracted my countless curiosity. Although the tea seed tree is not tall, its fruit is fragrant and big. The fruit is orange and looks like pomegranate, but it is not as big as pomegranate. Grandma often picks and goes home to squeeze tea seed oil. The pressed oil smells good. If you pick a leaf at random, you will unfortunately meet a caterpillar resting on it. The caterpillars in this mountain are terrible, but they are small and full of thorns, which are very stinging. That scared me half to death. It was on that mountain that I first ate mulberries. It is sour and sweet, and its color and taste are much better than ordinary fruits. Moreover, I also found that he has a very interesting function, because the mulberry juice is purple, so it looks like a nosebleed when applied to the nose, but my mother still sees through it. She said, "He did the same thing as me, but my grandmother recognized him."
When I was a child, I was afraid to go to that mountain, because my grandmother told me, "There are wild animals like wolves on that mountain, and they took our puppy away." Therefore, I dare not go up the mountain for a while, and I dare not sleep at my grandmother's house for fear that the wolf will take me away. Even if I sleep in bed, I won't close my eyes. My mother and grandmother thought a lot, and grandma regretted telling me about it. Actually, she's just scared.
I left many memories there, and I was very happy. Although I didn't have a chance to go there, I will never forget the happy time there. This is my paradise.
(3) On campus, I spent the best time of my childhood, which was my childhood paradise. The campus is full of vitality and books. I feel very happy to study in such a campus.
Needless to say, osmanthus is in bud, like a shy little girl; Needless to say, the leaves of pomegranate trees are green and full of vitality in the depths; Just say ordinary flowers look good. Flowers are competing with each other, red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... colorful, comparable to each other. Unknown, simple but elegant little white flowers dot the small garden of the school. They are as dazzling as rosy clouds on the horizon, and (. ) as gorgeous as Changhong in the sky. Our campus is full of vitality and happiness.
The natural scenery of the school is beautiful, and the human landscape is not bad. The statue of Einstein stands among the flowers and plants in the school, on which Einstein's famous saying is written: "Science is endless, it is an eternal mystery." Walking in, you can see the statues of Zhang Heng and Tao Xingzhi. Climbing the stairs, I felt the expectation of our school-step by step. As the steps rise, you can see a lively playground. Tall teaching building. Looking at the teaching building, I remembered Zhang Heng's words: "Life is diligent in the world, and there is nothing else to ask for." I think: study hard and you will get something. On the playground, the students are alive and kicking, and the basketball players are full of energy and fierce competition. Some students jump rope, some play table tennis, some run, and their faces are filled with happiness. Then I saw the trash can in the corner of the playground. It hides evil people and practices, but it doesn't require it. Aren't all our teachers like this? I can't help thinking of such a poem: "Spring silkworms will keep knitting until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night."
I am very happy to study in a vibrant campus. I love the beautiful campus, it is my paradise.
My teacher, Zhao Zhiqiang, who teaches us information technology, is a teacher, but unlike a teacher. He is recognized as "the most popular teacher" and "the doormat teacher". Many students always joke with him when they see him, and even give him more than a dozen nicknames.
When we naughty "up to no good" boys ran to him and shouted nicknames like "Big Monk in the Night Sky" and "Zhao" at him, he always pretended to be very angry, stretched out a hand with a childish smile and patted us on the head. At this time, we will also reach out and pat his head, and then take the opportunity to pull out his slightly yellow "clear soup noodles" that may be caused by malnutrition. ......
It is precisely because he usually has no teacher's airs that we can approach him and joke with him, so we will treat him as a friend and say in the words of another friend, "Unconsciously, our initial trust in him has become dependence". Although we will be apart in the near future, we will never forget this teacher friend.
My teacher-Material Composition 5 This year's vigorous summer vacation, I deeply realized the feeling of both expectation and reluctance. On graduation day, I really want to welcome the summer vacation with a happy mood, but I can't, because I know it's time to reveal the answer after a long two months.
On the first day of school, when I stepped into the school gate, all kinds of past memories came to my mind again and again, and tears could not help but gently slide down my cheeks. I'm afraid I'll see the result I don't want to see. It's even worse than I expected. I am afraid that my best friend will forget me; I am afraid that someone will discriminate against me in the new class; I'm afraid I won't make friends in the new class. I have mixed feelings.
I was in a daze waiting for the end of the first class when the bell rang. For the first time, I only thought of my former best teacher. She is just a head teacher next door! Otherwise, I really want to cry. When I saw my teacher, I really wanted to hug her, and then I cried. But I was afraid that the teacher would worry, so I stepped forward and hugged her tightly until the bell rang, and I wouldn't let go!
When I was in class, I heard the voice of the teacher next door from time to time, and suddenly I felt very jealous and envious, but later, I finally understood! In fact, a new environment is not as bad as I thought! At this time, I finally understood the teacher's meaning: "change" is not necessarily bad, "unchanged" is not necessarily better! "And I know that no matter whether I am by the teacher's side or not, the teacher will still not change his care and love for me! She will always be my teacher! Love my teacher who cares about me the most!
My teacher-Material Composition 6 In a blink of an eye, the first learning stage of my life ended unconsciously, and the second stage of my life-junior high school life began.
On the first day of school, I was so nervous, happy and excited that I couldn't wait to come to school early and come to the school where I will live for three years-No.2 Middle School. At the moment I entered the school gate, the smile on my face had slipped to the outside of the cloud nine, leaving only tension and fear. Laughter, sound, drama ... everything on campus is so strange, but this strange environment is full of "temptation", which makes me eager to know it. I came to Class 7-after I sat down in the classroom, everything around me was so strange as if it were two different worlds. But I firmly believe that they and I will become good friends.
In primary school, teachers often say that junior high school teachers are the most "cruel" and "whip" students at every turn. However, after several weeks of study, I found that not all teachers are "student killers". On the contrary, I found them very approachable. In particular, Chinese teachers give vivid lectures and read texts with great feelings. In the face of unfamiliar environment, we are naturally afraid and dare not raise our hands to speak in class. Teacher China often encourages us to get familiar with this strange environment.
On Tuesday afternoon of the third week, our class held a class cadre selection. As a primary school student, I have always served as the vice monitor and cultural and recreational committee member. I thought to myself, junior high school should also get "one official and one part-time job". Unfortunately, the result was so cruel and heartless-I "lost my name" in Sun Shan. I'm sad, but I won't be discouraged. I believe that in the days to come, I will definitely "become the first".
Junior high school life will be colorful, right?
My teacher-Material Composition 7 The teacher is a gardener. They have cultivated one seedling after another and trained another batch of talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily among so many teachers, but what impressed me most was that she taught our math teacher Huang 1 year.
Miss Huang is dressed in ordinary clothes and comes to give us lessons like an ordinary person every day. She is strict, but I like it very much. As the saying goes, "A strict teacher makes a noble apprentice!" "She also has a modest mouth. It is this modest mouth that gives us knowledge and happiness.
In class, the teacher will explain the problem vividly with his mouth, which will make you fascinated and immersed in it. The teacher told us what went wrong at the first time, and sorted out the solutions for us again, so that we could become good students who love learning. Because of this, our academic performance has soared. We are very grateful to her!
I remember once, several students in my class didn't do very well in the exam and were very unhappy. When the teacher saw it, he went up to the classmate and said, "Nothing. Failure is the mother of success. I believe you can achieve excellent results next time. " Let's go That classmate was inspired by the teacher and full of confidence. Teachers will also warm students' hearts with sweet words. In this way, students' confidence will not decline.
Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that "it takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to nurture people, and I will never forget it." The truth. It means: it only takes a few years to cultivate a tree, but it is not easy to cultivate and educate a person, and it takes decades to complete. Even a small kindness like Liu Ye will never be forgotten in my life. Tell us to have a grateful heart. Teacher, we will never forget what you said to us!
My teacher-Material Composition 8 My math teacher's surname is Wang. She is very old and her forehead is covered with wrinkles, but she still tries her best to give us a lecture.
She is very responsible. On one occasion, Tan Shuai didn't get basic training. He said it was clear last time. Our teacher checked the basic training of the whole class and couldn't find his basic training. Finally, he found it in Class Five, Grade Five. Tan Shuai said that he handed it in late last time, and it may have been left on another teacher's desk.
Another time, Wang Yang didn't do his homework, and the teacher watched him write. He can't write, but the teacher didn't tell him the answer and let him think for himself. At last, he thought, the other teachers have not figured it out after work, and the math teacher still looked at him until he finished writing.
Another time, there was a question that all our classmates didn't know how to do. Our math teacher didn't say anything. Let's think for ourselves. However, in the end, some students still don't know how to write. Instead of taking their notebooks, the teacher taught them how to do it. Finally, those students worked it out.
Another time, there were 10 students in our class whose classroom books were missing. Our teacher searched and searched, and finally found it in the classroom exercise book of Class Four, Grade Five. Our math teacher said that she might be too old to see it and lost it in someone else's class.
Our teacher sometimes procrastinates, and we know it is for our own good. There are many undisciplined students in our class, and the teacher has to stop to talk about discipline, so by the time the class is over, there are still many unfinished topics, which delays the class.
Our teacher wants us to do better in the final exam, but it needs a lot of effort. In the afternoon, it's time to finish school. The math teacher will not leave school, but will talk about the math topic of 10 minutes. Now we do math tests every day, morning, noon and afternoon.
We also know the teacher's good intentions, so the final exam is the first in the whole grade.
My teacher-material composition 9 I like English classes since primary school, so I have a unique feeling for English teachers. Teachers have devoted everything to education, their deepest love to students, but what they have left for themselves is the autumn frost on their temples.
The English teacher in grade seven impressed me the most. He is a female teacher, surnamed Zuo, with black and shiny hair!
Small eyes always emit soft light, and a smile makes students feel kind. The students all call him "Mr. Zuo!" "
The laughter is beautiful. But in my heart, Teacher Zuo's smile is the most beautiful. Before, I thought the teacher scared me the most. But teacher Zuo smiles at us almost every time in class, which makes me suddenly understand that the teacher is not scary, but makes us feel amiable!
Teacher Zuo's smile adds a lot of color to his vivid English class. Therefore, we all love to listen to his lectures.
But Mr. Zuo sometimes gets angry. I remember once, after the math teacher finished the homework, the students began to make a scene: some stood up and spoke; Some walk around the classroom at will; Even the students sitting in the seats joined the excitement. The classroom is really crowded with people. At this moment, Teacher Zuo came into the classroom. When the students saw Mr. Zuo's smiling face suddenly became serious, they became quiet and the classroom suddenly became silent. Teacher Zuo said sternly, "Who told you to be so noisy?" The students were silent. "Help me copy the text of Lesson 7, quickly!" Everyone seems to realize their mistakes and copy them obediently. Finally, perhaps Mr. Zuo couldn't bear to let us copy, so he stopped us. He said earnestly, "classmates, time is yours, and wasting time is also your business." However, if you have so much time to make trouble, it is better to take out books to read, which can save time and improve learning efficiency. " Ah, this is what Teacher Zuo expects of us. He wants us to be useful materials!
I always use this sentence to motivate myself. I will read books and learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge whenever I have time.
To tell the truth, who wouldn't want to be such a good teacher? May teacher Zuo's sweet smile stay on her face forever!
Whenever I see his kind smile, I want to sing a song about my love for Mr Zuo!