She taught me how to write a composition. Every time I write a composition, I can recall her words: "start with a topic, or use beautiful words to lead to a topic." Let's cut to the chase and write directly. Remember properly, don't keep a diary, and finally get some inspiration from the incident. This is the entry point for the general teacher to evaluate the composition. " Because of her words, my composition in junior high school for three years was basically in this format, and it has not changed until now.
As a teacher who has taught me for three years, even if I haven't seen her for only one semester, I miss her as much as my best friend. In grade three, she wrote the most. Although I gave her the composition, I didn't feel shy. I just want to write about her. Alas, that charm is irresistible. At that time, nearly 50% of the students in the class liked to write about her, not only because her personality was too distinctive, but also partly because she made us feel very kind. However, maybe this is the last time I see her! Maybe I will gradually forget her because of other things in the future, but she will always exist in my heart, including her words.
When I first entered junior high school, I didn't know who the Chinese teacher was, and she didn't assign the first assignment, but meeting her for the first time was the thread of this assignment. "Students who didn't send books went to the office to receive rewards." A word from the representative of Chinese class made the whole class explode. "Hey, who is the Chinese teacher in our class?" "Is the Chinese teacher a man or a woman?" "Is it a new teacher or our school?" I walked into the office under all kinds of questions. Recently, a long man faced the end. A tall, chubby, round-faced teacher wears glasses, has hair and holds a pointer nearly two meters in his hand. My body shook, and when I looked around, the students in front of me had complicated expressions on their faces. This is our Chinese teacher. With a nervous mood, it's finally my turn. The teacher looked down at my notebook and suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet. I am like a sinner waiting for trial, fiddling with my fingers and waiting for a long time without hearing what the teacher said. I secretly looked up and saw the teacher looking at my notebook seriously and said lightly, "Go ahead, your handwriting is good, but your understanding ability is too poor." Go back and pick it up. " It's a miracle that I didn't get hit by a stick, because the classmate in front of me did it at least twice.
After getting along for a long time, she lost her dignity at first, and sometimes she was more like a child. I remember that time, she said, "Look at your composition. Really, I feel that you are all the grandchildren of Kublai Khan. " "Who is it?" The students expressed doubts, and the teacher came over and said, "Suddenly it will be a week." So the whole class laughed.
Remember another time, she cried. On that cold morning, our school lost a very important person-the uncle who burned the heating. The teacher told us something about that uncle. She has been teaching at school for seven or eight years. When she first came, her uncle who burned the heating was there. This uncle is not very old, even not much different from her. They are friends because they often meet each other. The uncle left because of memory and heart disease. In that class, the teacher stood in front of the lecture desk and wanted to attend the class, but he choked several times and was unforgettable. Finally, the teacher told us to take good care of ourselves again and again with sadness. So she stood there, obviously sad but not forgetting to care about us, which made people feel distressed.
She cares about us at all times. When she graduated, she said to us, "Students, no matter what your grades are tomorrow, you should remember to go out and not stay in such a small place. I don't want you to come to see me. I don't want to teach your children after teaching, and I don't want to see any of you have a bad life when I give your children a parent-teacher meeting. "
How can she not be loved with such sincere feelings?
My Chinese teacher in junior high school is Mr AARON Li. When I was in the third grade of primary school, Miss Li's name was in my mind. Because my primary school teacher often mentions her and praises her, I often fantasize in my mind that if I can study in Miss Li's class, my dream will come true.
Miss Li has a white face and black eyes. She is not tall, but the clothes she wears are beautiful. Miss Li often wears her hair on her head, which makes her look energetic and capable.
Miss Li is quick-witted, and often speaks eloquently. As long as you have listened to her lectures, you will be deeply attracted and intoxicated by her. Before you know it, a class will pass quickly. Miss Li is knowledgeable and talks about the past and the present. She will also say something that other teachers don't usually say, even involving high school knowledge, and will give everything to each other.
Miss Li said that she was born to teach. We have no objection to this, because Miss Li has excellent eyes and excellent eyesight. No matter the students sitting in that corner, as long as they are absent from class, Miss Li will always catch them. Teacher Li often imitates the accents of celebrities. For example, Confucius said, "If you don't sleep at noon, you will collapse in the afternoon." Teacher Li went on to say, "Confucius is right." According to legend, there was a Bole in ancient times who was good at raising horses and often said that "horses are divided into three classes". In modern times, there was a teacher in AARON Li who was good at teaching and often said that "students are divided into three classes". First-class students are conscious, self-controlled, self-taught, preview in advance, review after class, and correct themselves before the teacher makes mistakes. Such students will be pillars in the future; Second-class students have low consciousness, but they can become talents by urging and flogging; The third-class students don't listen to the teacher's teaching and refuse to obey the teacher's discipline. The teacher said that he insisted on the west and sang against the teacher. In the end, he can only ask for it, but he can't become a talent.
Teacher Li Can also makes clever calculations. I remember once, in the final exam, I did very well, and I was dozens ahead of the mid-term exam. Miss Li has long predicted that I will get good grades in this exam. Sure enough, this is of course the result of my teacher's teaching and my efforts. Is there an element of luck in this?
Miss Li loves us very much, but she is also very strict with us. She never treats her students differently. She always treats them equally. Yang Li, a classmate of our class, is Mr. Li's nephew and Mr. Li is his aunt. According to the truth, Mr. Li should be "special care", but Mr. Li treats him and other students equally. We all admire him very much and pay no special attention to his praise and criticism.
Miss Li is not only our teacher, but also our friend. She teaches us knowledge, teaches us the truth of being a man and exercises with us. No matter how early we get to school, Miss Li is always one step ahead of us. In the evening, when all the students were out of school, Miss Li went home.
Miss Li, I am very happy to study in your class. I love you, I love your sunny smile, I love your knowing smile when you see our achievements, and I love your efforts to cultivate our strong growth and see our inner pride when we become talents.
The teacher of grade one has been in the new school for a week before she knows it. Although I still miss my old primary school, I am safe here. Now that we have come to a new school and a new learning environment, we must have a new life and new efforts.
In the new learning environment, I met new classmates and new teachers. My classmates gave me a harmonious sense of familiarity, and my teacher gave me a brand-new impression.
I like my eight teachers very much.
For example, my biology teacher and geography teacher are both "advanced"-they talk less and don't like to laugh very much. Both biology teachers and geography teachers are "expressionless" in class, although the biology teacher has bent his mouth. Their expressions in class are all serious, but they don't make us feel that they are strict. So in their class, we also had a very relaxed and happy time.
Math, English and PE teachers are all "serious"-serious in appearance. All three teachers are unsmiling, but after class, you will find that all the teachers are "duplicitous". Classes will not be too strict and will not make us feel pressured.
The focus is on Chinese and political teachers. Chinese teacher is very, very humorous. They are all laughing in class. Although Chinese class is a bit boring, the teacher's humor can also ignite our spirit. The political teacher is also humorous, but it makes people feel strange. There is a word used to describe "hiding a knife in a smile". It's chilling. In politics class, we sometimes sigh and sometimes burst into laughter.
These are the teachers who will accompany us through a semester. I am glad that our teacher is them, and I hope the teacher will be glad that we are their students.
On our journey, it is difficult to meet a person who can applaud, just like the snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, which is hard to see for a hundred years. Some people even have never met a good teacher in their whole lives. So, what is a good teacher? I don't know and no one can give an impeccable standard. However, I have my own opinion, and I want to express my thoughts with a simple sigh.
That was about four years ago. At that time, I was just a naive kid, maybe a fourth-grade student. Naturally, I don't read much. If I get one or two books, I only read one or two. I like writing, which is my only hobby (the "only hobby" here means then, not now). On weekdays, graffiti is ringing, I am complacent, and I often raise my pen. This may be because I always get unexpected gains from reading books.
Once, our teacher Zhang asked us to order a newspaper. This newspaper has infinite magic, and all subjects are combined together, which is practical and convenient. After reading it for a month, I did the exercises in this newspaper again, and the final score of math Chinese rose from more than 90 to more than 95. This time, I was even happier than before, and seemed to give them an unexpected surprise!
I also took a composition class at that time. After the holiday, I study writing and practice writing, which suits me very well! At the same time, I took this newspaper with me. After writing my composition, I read it and enjoyed it. I wonder if I can understand it. I was ecstatic when I read the language category of this newspaper. It turns out writing is so easy! What is written here is very useful about writing, how to write, how to write excellent works and so on. In fact, writing is just a way to communicate with people. I didn't understand until I read the newspaper. This newspaper is full of student compositions, which is of great benefit to us students.
I think you can guess what newspaper I'm talking about without telling me. By the way, it's a newspaper. This is not to say that I am bluffing. Why do you say that? Then why not buy one and have a look? Listening is false, seeing is believing, don't let yourself be a frog in the well. Buy it and see if it's as good as I said! However, this is what I want to say after reading it. As an omnipotent "teacher" who likes it, I can't bear to leave it!
I also participated in the solicitation activities organized by Little Angel, and got a good ranking, which gave me a further understanding of my writing ability. He is my mentor and friend. However, I believe that the little angel will also become your mentor and friend, and become the first "teacher" for all of us!
Last September, I was promoted to the fifth grade. Now, I'm going to be a sixth-grade student. I heard that there will be a new teacher, and the students all have an unspeakable taste. On the day of formal class, we recalled Miss Zhou, who was responsible for her work and kind-hearted.
On the day when the fifth grade started to go back to school, I heard that the head teacher and the Chinese teacher who had taught us for four years no longer taught us, and we needed a new teacher to take our class. Everyone and I are thinking: what kind of teacher will this be?
That day, our whole class came to the classroom early, waiting for the arrival of the new teacher. After a while, a young teacher came in. She has a kind face, medium height, small eyes and a big mouth, and walks with great enthusiasm. Look at her. She seems confident to lead our class well. It turns out that she is our new head teacher-Miss Zhou.
From the first time we met Miss Zhou to being close to her, we experienced many things. It is these things that make us feel a lot. Miss Zhou doesn't like to show herself in public like some people, but her silent dedication makes us feel how talented and caring she is!
Teacher Zhou read the first composition in our class, and her face was sad, because there was no decent article in the class that could be used as an excellent model essay, and some students even digressed. Teacher Zhou didn't criticize us when commenting on the composition. Instead, I chose a few compositions from my classmates to read, and then let everyone comment: where can this article be, which landlords can't, and how to correct it ... In order to improve our writing ability, she borrowed good compositions written in other people's classes and read them to us, so that we can analyze their advantages and learn from other people's writing methods. In addition, Mr. Zhou bought a bookshelf at his own expense and helped us build a book corner at the back of the classroom. Teacher Zhou also used her spare time to make up lessons for us and explain how to write a good composition. After each composition or small exercise, she always carefully revises our exercises, points out wrong words or sentences, inappropriate words and unspecific writing, and writes down comments. For a whole month, we practiced writing many times, and the writing level of the whole class has improved obviously.
On National Day, Miss Zhou asked me to ask my mother to call her. I'm so scared. I'm afraid the teacher will complain and criticize me. As a result, my mother listened to the phone and was all smiles. It turned out that Mr. Zhou told my mother in detail about my recent situation at school on the phone, saying that my composition had made great progress, and I listened carefully and spoke positively in class, but my handwriting was not good enough. I hope I can practice my handwriting and make greater progress. My mother told me what the teacher said, and I was greatly encouraged.
In the first unit test, I only got 70 points and didn't dare to ask my parents to sign it. As soon as I got home from school that day, Miss Zhou called my mother. After I knew it was Miss Zhou's phone, I felt uneasy and thought: I should be afraid of being beaten in the future. However, my mother's mood actually changed from stormy to cloudy. She just said to me earnestly, "son, you should study hard in the future, be worthy of the teachers who have worked so hard to teach you, and strive for a sigh of relief for our family!" " Although I don't know what the teacher said, I feel the teacher's love from my mother's attitude towards me.
Although Mr. Zhou only taught us a class in the spring and autumn, during this year, our interest in learning has improved and we have more confidence in ourselves. Although Miss Zhou has not lived with us for a long time, during this year, she worked with us to solve the learning problems and taught us the truth of being a man. She is the best and most responsible teacher in our memory!
Since the new semester, I have met the teachers of various subjects and adapted to the junior high school curriculum. Our English teacher, Mr. Zhang, is the youngest. Seeing this beautiful young English teacher for the first time, I walked into the English classroom with curiosity. What kind of teacher is she?
Up to now, we all think that she is an amiable, caring and dedicated teacher. Just today, one thing suddenly reached everyone's ears. Teacher Zhang is going to teach in other places. We are very sad and don't want to let Teacher Zhang go. In the afternoon, I came to school and saw a group of people around the podium. I went to have a look. Still the familiar figure-Teacher Zhang. She is wearing a red coat and is telling her classmates something with a smile. She seems to be saying goodbye to us. As her student, I feel very lucky. I was filled with sadness when I heard that she was leaving us.
Teacher Zhang also has a unique style when giving us lessons, that is, to let students point to the topic and the teacher will never talk nonsense, that is, targeted teaching, so that we can learn what we can't learn, so that the questions we miss will not be wrong in the future. For the sake of classroom effect, Mr. Zhang made us all pay attention to the class and used a megaphone. A topic is often talked about several times. Even if some classmates don't keep up with their notes, she won't make any noise. She will kindly teach him, put her books on her classmates' desks and let her keep up with her notes. Many students are moved by her professionalism and teaching methods, and some students have a strong interest in English because they have listened to Teacher Zhang's English class.
Teachers are disseminators of knowledge. Teacher Zhang's concern for students makes us even more moved. Although she won't teach us in the future, the good impression she left on me is deeply imprinted in my mind. I will always remember the first English teacher in junior high school-Miss Zhang!
She is a person I need to remember all my life.
After entering junior high school, the English teacher who had just taught us for two or three weeks was transferred to teach junior three. So our current English teacher appears in our life like an angel.
She is thin and tall, and looks about fifty years old. In my mind, she is not only a strict teacher, but also a kind relative.
It's summer and it's often too hot. And more than forty people are studying in one room, which is even more sultry. She listens to the class very carefully. She always stands in class, and one stop is a class.
One class left a deep impression on me. Teacher Wang stood there lecturing, rubbing his eyes and wiping his sweat from time to time. Probably the sweat from my forehead flowed into my eyes. I looked at the teacher and looked up at the fan above me. Somehow, I feel very bad.
The exam is coming, and Mr. Wang always buys us self-study time to help us review our English. Although review is sometimes boring, I began to study hard again because of the teacher's good intentions.
Every time after class, the teacher always asks me if there are many wrong questions today. Every time I tell my teacher that there are not many wrong questions, she will show a gratified smile. And the wrong questions, the teacher will always sacrifice the rest time to help me explain.
Once after class, I went to ask Mr. Wang questions. She told me carefully. When she finished, she looked up at me and said, "Look how dry your lips are! Remember to drink plenty of water when you go back. " I nodded shyly to the teacher. "You live on campus now, and eating and drinking are not as convenient as home. You should learn to take care of yourself. You can ask your parents to buy some vitamins, which is good for your health. It's time for you to grow up. Don't spoil your health by studying. " The teacher said again. As soon as I warmed up, I thanked the teacher and went back.
It is said that we may be the last batch of students taught by Miss Wang, and she will retire soon. Knowing this news, I cherish my time with Mr. Wang more.
I hope to see her again. And she is also the person I will remember and be grateful for all my life.
The eighth article of the teacher's composition of the first grade has just got the mid-term exam results. When I was paralyzed, my heart was filled with a little sadness. I often work hard, but I fail again and again. I begin to doubt the inspirational words I once regarded as the standard. I looked at my watch when I passed junior high school on my way home. It's still early. I got off the bus and walked leisurely to the teaching building.
When I walked into the office, I warmly greeted my former class teacher, and he also warmly welcomed me. He simply stopped marking his homework and talked to me about the little things in life.
"So, are you disappointed now? Have you decided to give up? " After learning about my recent situation, the teacher asked me indifferently. I thought for a moment, then shook my head firmly.
After three years together, I should have let the teacher know that I am a person who does not easily admit defeat, and I also saw a knowing smile on my teacher's face. Having said that, I am still a little lost in my heart, because my efforts are not worth it. But seeing that the teacher didn't mention it again, I didn't go on.
Chatting and chatting, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a bonsai, which has been growing there for a long time in my memory, neither blooming nor dying. "Teacher, that pot of plants?" I really can't say flowers. "Oh, you mean this potted flower. It's the one that someone gave me when I changed the teaching building in grade one. Strange to say, it has not blossomed for four years. " "If it doesn't bloom for four years, how can it be considered a flower?" My suspicion of this plant is also mixed with a hint of blame. "Because my friend gave it to me and said it was a flower." "But, teacher, if it is not open flowers? Has it been four years? " My tone is a little aggressive.
The teacher said earnestly; "I still believe it will surprise me. You must think that it is not worthwhile for me to water and fertilize it for four years, but if you look carefully, its stems become thicker, its leaves become thicker and its height is much higher. Isn't this a change? Compare the weeds and wild flowers that grow on the roadside. Even if they bloom, they are mixed with the world, filthy and full of filth. In addition, because of lack of nutrition, flowers often don't last long. Sometimes a gust of wind is enough to destroy the "top" without solid physical support. Their flowering is not full bloom, but extinction. And this flower, although not yet open, has a solid foundation. I believe that one day, when I am tired of changing my homework, I will look up and see the whole spring that she blooms for me! I applaud its flowerless present and gorgeous future. "
It was late, so I said goodbye to the teacher. Before I left, the teacher said something to me. Recalling this conversation with my teacher, I can't help thinking: am I not the same as that flower? Even if I haven't made any achievements, I'm still trying to absorb knowledge, take learning as fun, and constantly improve my quality with knowledge. Just like the flower that hasn't opened yet, I should cheer for myself, because I'm not behind, because I never want to give up.
When the teacher left, she said to me meaningfully, "You are a blooming flower." I turned and left the campus with a smile. I am convinced that in the battlefield of college entrance examination, I will definitely open the most beautiful spring for myself!