My teacher is Luo Yang, and he will make you sweat to death. For the new machine, I worked hard to create a miracle of completing the new machine in only ten and a half months.
For the sake of national aviation technology, I personally commanded, felt unwell, didn't get off the plane halfway, and didn't even go to work with medical staff until the last moment of my life. He taught me to be careful, loyal and serve my country.
My teacher is Yan Zi. He taught me to live a simple life and learn to be honest and eloquent. My teacher is Chen Binqiang, and his filial piety is even more admirable.
For more than 1,800 nights, he braved the wind and rain and used a piece of cloth to bring his old mother and Alzheimer's disease to work in a school 30 kilometers away from home. Teacher Chen Binqiang is not only a good teacher in middle school, but also a good teacher for each of our children.
Teacher Chen Binqiang taught me that all virtues should be filial piety first. My teachers are loyal brothers. They teach me to be faithful, loyal and honest.
My teachers are still Ma Junze and Huang Yun Xiu. Neither of them can read. A book borrowing and handwriting, a book borrowing dream. All these make me feel their desire for learning and advise the younger generation to study hard. They taught me to cherish today's superior conditions and hard-won life, and not to wait until I lost it to regret it.
My teacher is still a teacher. They taught me: don't forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow. My teacher is someone else. They taught me everything I need to learn, and made me understand that I am not afraid of difficulties, optimism, sacrifice, forge ahead and indomitable spirit. Most importantly, I will not forget yesterday, cherish today and face tomorrow.
The teacher is the lecturer who taught me these spirits. I believe I will understand these spirits.
2. Write a 400-word composition on the topic "My teacher taught me ()". I remember when I was in the third grade, picture books were very popular at that time, and they came out one after another, such as Wulongyuan, Doraemon and Poké mon ... I was naturally involved in the "book tide" and looked at those exaggerated cartoons and funny words. Needless to say, two words. Adults are against us, but we are extreme. So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. After one thing, I changed my mind.
I was watching Wulongyuan that day when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm screwed! But the teacher actually said, "Isn't it beautiful? I have a book to lend you! " I paused and said, "Good." After school, the teacher handed me a book. "Take a good look." I read the title of the book, How Steel was Tempered. I didn't understand it for a moment, so I took it home to see it.
I went home and looked at it, and I was immediately attracted. The hero Paul Chakokin's "steel" is so strong and unbreakable. Paul and I cried together, laughed together, laughed together, and felt sad together ... When I closed the book, I couldn't help but think about it and whispered "steel". I also want to be steel. I made a promise.
In the later days, I broke up with vulgar and naive picture books. I fell in love with those heavy books. Reading a famous book is talking to the people in it. I read Robinson Crusoe and Robinson told me to learn to stand on my own feet. I read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Tom told me that only exploration can have "treasure". You can't read books casually, and it's useless to read too many cartoons. I thank my teacher for teaching me to read.
The teacher taught me to write a composition. "Teachers" are engineers of the human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.
Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.
I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "
Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "
The teacher taught me how to write a good composition of 500 words. In the process of growing up, the teacher gave us a lot. Among them, what impressed me the most was that the teacher taught me to write a composition.
At that time, I participated in the school speech contest and wrote a speech. In order to make the speech more perfect, Teacher Chu made several detailed revisions for me. Every afternoon after school, the teacher always leaves me behind, carefully scrutinizing words and sentences word by word, even the subtle punctuation marks. In order to make me have a deeper understanding and better memory of the article, the teacher will explain it to me in detail until I understand it. All the teachers in the teacher's office have left, and she is still patiently correcting my composition. In this way, day after day, day after day cycle, although the teacher is very tired, but still take pains to correct my composition. What moved me most was that I was doing my homework at home that night, but Mr. Chu rushed to my home regardless of the busyness of housework and made further revisions for me. He taught me to write sentences in detail, not wordy, and to use words accurately and appropriately, so that concrete and true compositions would be excellent.
With teacher Chu's encouragement and support, I studied harder, participated in various composition competitions, and achieved excellent results. The teacher often reads my composition to everyone as a model essay. When I won the National Silver Award for Essay Writing and the first prize, the teacher was even more happy and told me a lot of things to pay attention to in writing, which made my writing level go up a storey still higher.
Teacher Chu, you not only gave me a way to write a composition, but also gave me great encouragement. I will always remember your teachings!
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The teacher taught me a semi-propositional composition of about 400 words. The teacher taught me to tolerate a trivial sentence, a small detail, a small kindness, which may make people move for a lifetime.
I remember that shortly after I entered junior high school, my math test score was only 67. I was stunned when I saw the score at the beginning of the word "6"-how to complete the task of signing the test paper? The bright red score is looking at me coldly, and I seem to feel my father's heavy slap on me. I cried and threw that terrible test paper aside, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. ...
Trembling feet moved into the house like lead. Everything in front of me is as calm as usual. Mom and dad are eating at the table. When they saw me coming back, they asked, "You're back." "Well," I replied hastily and nervously. Run into his room.
I have been silently asking myself, how can I complete the task of signing the test paper? Sign it! No, I did badly in the exam. Not signing? No, the teacher has to check in the afternoon ... As time went by, I hesitated, looked at the clock on the wall, and then looked at my father, who was watching TV on the sofa. What will happen if I sign my father's autograph? ..... I dare not think. Finally, I walked out of the house with a little anxiety.
After entering the classroom, the teacher came soon and checked the math papers for the students one by one. I sat in my seat in fear and trembling, and carefully took out the test paper that my parents had not written. My heart pounded when I saw the teacher approaching. Tantan Tantan teacher finally came to my side.
"Hui Mei, why don't you sign?" Because ... because there's nobody at home. I stammered back to the teacher. I know I lied, and I dare not look the teacher in the eye. But I can feel that the teacher knows that I am lying, so I can only wait for the teacher's criticism in panic; Suddenly, the teacher said, "I believe you ..." When I looked up, I saw the teacher's trusting and encouraging eyes. My heart finally calmed down, and I thought sweetly: Teacher, thank you for tolerating my timidity and maintaining a classmate's self-esteem in front of the whole class.
After the exam, the teacher walked briskly to the podium and said, "Students, it doesn't matter if some people did well and some didn't do well in this exam. Good grades make you more confident; Poor grades can still spur your progress. I just hope that parents can understand their children's learning situation and help them better. Signature is not for parents to reprimand and beat their children. You have to understand this. " Finally, she paused and said, "So, I believe any self-motivated classmate! No matter whether the results are good or not, I believe they will face the results honestly and continue to work hard! "
I heard the last sentence, and my whole body was full of strength. Yes, I can't face bad grades. It is shameful to escape because of poor grades. When I looked up and smiled at the teacher again, I thought to myself: I'm going back to register and apologize to the teacher. I looked up at the teacher and found that the teacher was smiling at me, feeling no blame.
It's been a while, but the impression in my mind is getting deeper and deeper. The teacher taught me to treat others equally with an inclusive heart, which made me understand what love is, which is more profound than any preaching.
6. What excellent composition did the teacher teach me? I hope you can click "Satisfied Adoption" after reading the composition, which is a respect and support for others' work! It is not easy to answer questions, and look and adopt them!
I want to be a teacher.
I don't know how many times I want to be an excellent special-grade teacher like my grandmother. Because whenever Teacher's Day comes, I will see many students from all directions and all corners of the country bless me. I can't help but envy: I wish I were an excellent special teacher!
In order to realize my ideal, I must first study hard, make continuous progress and try to get into a good school. In class, I eagerly absorb all kinds of knowledge in the sea of knowledge. In the library, I carefully read one book after another. Do your homework carefully at home, lay a solid foundation, and make continuous progress in a down-to-earth manner.
Although I am just an ordinary primary school student in real life, in my dream, I am already an excellent special-grade teacher. I have a dream: when I walked into the classroom on the first day, my classmates sat straight, with a bunch of beautiful flowers tied with a red note on the podium. The red note says, "Welcome, teacher." At this time, I was deeply moved. Then I gave you a lesson excitedly. After class, I analyzed it for my classmates. After the analysis, I asked, "Do you understand?" The students said in twos and threes whether they understood. I said kindly, "I don't understand, it doesn't matter." The teacher will tell you again, as long as you listen carefully, you will understand. " Play games with my classmates in my spare time, and go to the suburbs with my classmates on Sunday to learn more and better knowledge under the vast blue sky.
7. Write a composition based on what the teacher taught me. The teacher taught me tolerance in 400 words.
A teacher not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me to have a tolerant heart. This teacher is our head teacher, Mr. Wang.
The head teacher is a beautiful woman in our eyes, and she is so charming when she smiles.
I remember that once the teacher and classmates moved the table together, but there was a bottle of fountain pen on the table. The bottle of fountain pen is not tightly closed. It may be because the teacher and classmates pushed too hard and hit the ground. It happened that the bottle of fountain pen spilled on the teacher's white clothes. I saw that the teacher's expression seemed serious at that time. The classmate knew that he had made a mistake, and his expression became more serious, fearing that the teacher would say something about her. ...
When the bell rang again, the head teacher came back and asked us to queue up and move the desks and chairs collectively. At this time, the classmate walked up to the teacher in fear and said, "Teacher, I ... I didn't mean to." The teacher looked at the classmate, patted her on the shoulder and said, "The teacher knows you didn't mean it, so the teacher doesn't blame you, and you don't have to feel bad." Hurry back to the team! " Then the teacher said, "Come on, take the team away!" " "There is nothing unusual on the teacher's face, and the smile is still so sweet. In grade one, our four classes moved desks and chairs together, so we moved quickly. We slowed down when we saw that there were only a few desks and chairs left. I found the head teacher discussing this with several teachers! I heard a teacher ask the head teacher, "How did you get your clothes?"? "The head teacher smiled and said," I made this with a pen. How's it going? Look quite nice! Another teacher nearby said, "If you draw with a pen, it will look like a flower." . "The head teacher smiled and said," OK, I'll go back and try. "Looking at the teacher in charge's easy answer, some students in our class asked the teacher why not blame her? The teacher said, "She didn't mean it. Besides, I made it myself. I told you to be tolerant of people. "I know this is because of the carelessness of my classmates. Really admire the teacher's simple answer! Have such a beautiful and inclusive heart.
I haven't seen that skirt since. I guess it must have been put away by the teacher, but the dress and the ink were deeply imprinted in my heart.
8. The teacher taught me to write a composition. The teacher taught me to write.
The teacher is a diligent gardener, who pays for others all day without asking for anything in return; The teacher is the guide, let us embark on the road of civilization. Every time I think of Mr. Dong, the scene of teaching me to write will come to my mind.
It was a sunny Monday, and the teacher was teaching us to write "one". The teacher said: "The word' one' is actually a short horizontal line. It should be short, strong and straight. Please write it in your notebook. " At this time, because there was no ruler, "one" was written as "~". When the teacher saw my "~", he said to me, "Ji Xiaojing, the word" one "should be written short and straight, not as a wavy line." So, I tried to write it again, but I wrote "one" as "1". The teacher took pains to say, "Well, first draw a horizontal line of 1 cm with a ruler. Then, slowly move the ruler away. " I follow the teacher's footsteps, and slowly, I can write the word "one". At this time, I saw the teacher sweating with anxiety. The bell rang, and the teacher paid so much for me!
Yes, isn't our teacher like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others?
9. Primary school students' composition "Teacher teaches me to learn" is 400 words. Soon, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus, the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter the new school with reluctant affection and start a new study life.
Soon, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus, the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter the new school with reluctant affection and start a new study life. In my six years of primary school life, I will never forget my teacher's careful teaching, and my experience of teaching me to write will always be engraved in my heart!
I remember that time, I usually couldn't write a good composition. I only got 25 points in this exam composition, and deducted 10. I am very unhappy. I think: I should get more than 80 points in my usual exam results, but my composition is not good, so I only got 70 points every time. How much I want to improve my writing, but I can't. I don't know what to do!
I still remember that when I was frustrated, it was the teacher who gave me help. The teacher said to me gently, "Loneliness, do you want to improve your writing?" You know, you just don't write well, so your exam results never improve! "I nodded." Then, the teacher will teach you to write, but you have to do as I say! "I listened, dancing with excitement!
On the first day when my teacher taught me to do my homework, at the end of school, my teacher quietly said to me, "Loneliness, the teacher wants you to write a composition today, the topic is' Love is around'. You should write carefully when you go home and show it to the teacher for review tomorrow! " I nodded and made up my mind to write my composition well.
When I got home, I finished my homework and immediately began to write my composition. I wrote my composition for a long time, and it took me a whole hour to finish it. I think this composition should be good!
The next day, I handed my composition to the teacher for review. After reading the composition, the teacher said to me, "Loneliness, your composition is well chosen, but the sentences are not beautiful enough, too vulgar, and some places are too complicated, not concise enough and not clear enough." You need to improve these places in the future! "After that, the teacher helped me revise my composition and gave me a composition book, so that I could read more other people's compositions and get inspiration from them. Looking at the numerous revised symbols on the composition, I feel warm in my heart
In the days to come, the teacher often assigned me a composition, helped me revise my composition and encouraged me to write well. At the same time, I often regard it as a document, accumulate some good words and sentences from others and apply them to my own practice. Now, my writing level has been greatly improved, which is attributed to the careful teaching of the teacher!
Teacher, thank you for teaching me to write! Your careful teaching to me will be engraved in my heart forever! Your majestic image will always stand in my heart!
10. Write a composition of 500 words. "The teacher taught me the first day of school, and I knew you, a new teacher. When I saw you, I felt so kind and warm. You will make us grow into stronger trees in three years. Will I be a tall and straight tree or a low shrub in the future?
I will never forget who taught me to think; Never forget who is leading the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and the sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work. Some people say: you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently moistening everything on the earth; Others say: you are the sunset glow. When the sun comes back, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said it yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of smoke in the blue sky, not seeking luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just an old stepping stone on the journey, a distant cold star in the dark; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but it erased the effect; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; Years make your face old, and chalk makes your sideburns white. You have released a lot of hope, but you are still guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the greeting of the morning star and the companion star of the big dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three-inch tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of the human soul and the reverser of the society. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; You are a lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to ride the ocean of knowledge, and you are a red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without stint; You dyed the branches of Chimonanthus praecox red with the feeling of hot coals, burned yourself, and gave me a yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, turned my hair into gray, gave me a pure dream and gave me a pair of strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sweating all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart and giving me persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk runs out, you will be eternal! Don't look back, string up the footsteps of Spring and Autumn. My life moves on in your expectant eyes. ...