Senior one teacher composition 1 Every time I hear someone ask me, "Who do you like best among your primary school teachers?" I will tell those people clearly that I like my music teacher best! Our music teacher changed three times, the first time from Mr. Ye to a Chinese teacher of different grades, the second time to a very young female teacher, and the third time to my favorite teacher Ye. Maybe others don't necessarily like her, but I like her anyway.
Her short black hair bulges slightly like a doll's hair. Oval face, small mouth, small eyes, wearing a pair of all-black glasses, but not a trace of seriousness, she is more approachable, kind and gentle. Wearing a dress with black and white stripes, the shoes are flat-bottomed, without any decoration, which seems a bit simple. This is my first impression of her, which is still in my mind. This is what I felt from the scene when she walked in the door. First, she introduced herself briefly. My name is Ye Wei, and I have been engaged in teaching for 10 years. Her voice is soft and her face is full of smiles, which makes me feel that she belongs to the mother type, so when I talk to her, I will have a strange feeling like chatting with my mother.
I remember once, in music class, I had an argument with my deskmate. He pushed me to the ground, kicked me hard, picked up a pencil and plunged it into my hand, immediately bleeding. Bright red, terrible red. The deskmate smiled even more proudly after seeing it. When he hit me, I tried to keep my voice down, and my classmates didn't notice. I don't want to tell the teacher either. I told my Chinese teacher before, but the teacher just looked at me and said, I'll go to the infirmary quickly. Then I was kicked out. At the moment I closed the door, I heard the teacher tell my jokes to other teachers. As a result, even if I get hurt again, I won't ask anyone for help, just like once I fell into the river and saved myself and survived. However, Teacher Ye is not. She found it very carefully and immediately took me to the infirmary to dress it, regardless of her white skirt stained with my blood. I didn't even go to class. For the first time since I came back, I saw Mr. Ye criticize the students in a fierce tone. After scolding my deskmate, I turned around and said very gently, "If this happens again, I will definitely tell the teacher, ok?" My tears poured out like a waterfall. Teacher Ye comforted me with a gentle voice and cared about me.
In my eyes, Miss Ye is my other mother.
The composition of the second grade teacher is cool in the autumn wind. In the great recitation of "Spring silkworms die, night candles are exhausted", hard-working gardeners are surrounded by colorful flowers on the boundless grassland. Bathed in the warm sunshine of Teachers' Day, flowers are blooming and gardeners are smiling. When the wind blows, there will be microwave waves ...
In the dead of night, when repairing in the quiet night, there is only one word in my mind-Teacher's Day. How can I thrive without teachers' obscure dedication? Under the kindness of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", what have I paid and thanked in the short Teacher's Day? "Tomorrow is Teacher's Day, tomorrow is Teacher's Day ..." I was puzzled and at a loss. My heart is full of ups and downs, and only by finishing my homework quickly can I measure the method. Bought some time, wandering "what should I do? Writing poetry, strength, otherwise what choice is there? " When I made up my mind, I immediately prepared a piece of paper and wrote a short thanksgiving poem. Hold your head high and look forward to the dawn in your heart.
I was confused in the morning, and I went back to school early, anxious. The monitor said, why didn't the whole class sign it? Ok, let everyone give their hearts and join the boat of blessing. Then we waited silently, and finally clear footsteps sounded in our ears.
As soon as we stepped into the threshold, we all shouted in unison: "Happy Teachers' Day!" "The teacher listened, his face flushed with laughter. I was full of confidence, and suddenly I was at a loss, and I couldn't use any strength with a strong bow. Timidity and fear quickly occupied my brain. It's time to hand in poems. "The teacher is sacred and spotless, irrigating these delicate flowers for us and making selfless dedication. A small heart, why are you afraid? How to be a man by giving up halfway? "Looking at the eyes of the students' trust, I opened my confident sails and paddled with gratitude. Finally, I handed the poem to the teacher, bearing the blessings of the students. Looking back, the teacher was still at a loss until he finished reading the poem and signing it. The teacher snorted and smiled, and the teacher's day was a heartfelt smile. I returned to my seat, and the boulder hanging in my heart was put down.
"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." Looking into the distance, the gardener knew that a sea of flowers was brewing. Flowers look up at the blue sky, and he knows that he will not live up to the gardener's sweat.
The teacher's smile is sweet. ...
The first-grade teacher wrote the third article, "One day as a teacher, lifelong as a father." Teachers are the "guides" on our growth path. When I was a student, there was always a teacher's care and love. Looking back a few months ago, I was still an ignorant' primary school student'. Now, I have stepped into the door of junior high school, and I have new teachers and classmates to grow up with me. What impressed me most was the political teacher.
The political teacher surnamed Wang is a young female teacher with a pair of glasses on her nose. The mouth is a cherry mouth. She is very humorous. A word from her mouth can bring us complete happiness.
As a representative of the political class, I often deal with Mr. Wang. Teacher Wang is always strict with us. We naturally understand that this is the well-meaning of Teacher Wang. But that time, I was also criticized by Teacher Wang.
When I first started school, I was at a loss and a little confused about the new discipline of politics. I don't quite understand the requirements of this subject. Sure enough, the first time I handed in my homework, I was criticized by Mr. Wang.
"Ye Peng, come here, look at your homework, what's the matter? Where the line should be crossed, there is no score, and the big question is also wrong. What's wrong? "
"I ... I ... I ..." I said hesitantly. Because I know that drawing lines and dividing points are the requirements emphasized by the teacher in the first class, but I ignored them, which is very inappropriate.
"hmm? How come? I can teach you once, but do you want me to teach you a second time, a third time, a fourth time and a fifth time? As a class representative, you should first know more about this subject, and the tasks assigned by me should be completed. If you don't finish them yourself, how can I expect others to finish them? You are their role model, and you should set an example yourself, shouldn't you? Also, you wrote this big question wrong, didn't you examine it carefully? What are my requirements? Is ... "
I will always remember teacher Wang's criticism. The four words "lead by example" were taught to me by Mr. Wang. I believe I can become an excellent class representative under the training of Mr. Wang. In this lush years, I want to say to Teacher Wang: "Teacher Wang, thank you for having your company on my growth path!" " "
Teacher Hua stipulates that writing class must bring a writing brush, ink cartridge and red paper. However, some students often forget to bring them, which makes the writing class impossible. Teacher Hua was angry and announced that someone would come to the writing class without the above stationery. Standing in the corner outside the classroom.
Just after the announcement, it happened that I made a mistake. When I remembered that this lesson was a writing class, the bell had already rung, so it was impossible to get it at home.
My heart is pounding and my face is pale. Teacher Hua came to the podium and asked first, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
I stood up with my head down and a short girl. Teacher Hua looked at us with a frown. She asked, "What do you think?" I shed tears. The most frightening thing is that my sister is also in this school. If I stand in the corner outside the classroom, she will report this great shame to my parents ... Oh, my God! I'm finished.
The whole class was silent and everyone felt the seriousness of the problem. The young female classmate spoke: "I'm standing outside, but Wang Meng can't go." He is a good student and has never broken the rules. "
Hearing this sentence really saved my life. I shouted, "Agreed!" Teacher Hua gave me a look, shook his head, sighed and snapped, "Sit down!" " "Afterwards, she found me in her dormitory and asked me," Xiaohong said she went out to make punishment, so you don't have to go. What did you say? "My face suddenly became hot, and I felt ashamed.
This is the first profound moral education I have received in my life. As I write this, my heart is still pounding. I have no education. What will a person become?
Senior 15 teacher's composition Dear teacher:
Hello!
Now time flies, and it's the sixth grade in a blink of an eye. We are both happy and worried. I'm glad that I'm about to enter junior high school, but I'm worried that I'll leave my teacher later, more or less reluctant! I want to take this opportunity to tell you something on behalf of my classmates.
I remember when we first entered the school gate, we were assigned to class 1 (3). I am timid, and you stood at the door to welcome me in. The class has begun. You patiently taught us pinyin again and again. After teaching Pinyin, you began to tell us new words. You teach us in a special way and always try to make it easy for us to remember. I still remember how to remember the word "finish": I wanted us to become talents, but some students "failed" you and made you cry. You have cultivated us silently, and turned us from a group of ignorant children into a smart and lively "little adult". Once, Xie Fei caught a mouse for fun, and his hand was bitten. Your teacher burst into tears. You help Xie Fei to the office with concern.
Another time, my finger was caught in the door and turned purple, and it became more and more swollen. As a result, my fingers were exposed in the management at noon. As it happens, you saw it. Come and ask me if I'm okay ... My heart is full of warmth.
Teacher, you are a gardener, cultivating our happy flowers; You are a silkworm, and you dedicate yourself to contribute to mankind. You are a red candle, and you are desperate to give us light.
Burn yourself! On behalf of all my classmates, I say to you: thank you! I wish you happiness forever!
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