1. Write a 600-word composition about a teacher, using various descriptions

A lifetime of hard work, silently devoting knowledge, you are the messenger of civilization, you are the hardworking gardener, You are the engineer of your soul.

People also say: "As deep as the sky is your mind, as deep as the mountains is your kindness." Indeed, teacher, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you blessing.

, you can also contribute - inscription Some people say that teachers are the soil, turning knowledge into nutrients and imparting it to the flowers of the motherland so that they can grow vigorously. Some people also say that teachers are a bridge of knowledge, bringing us into the wonderful world of science and allowing us to give full play to our fantastic ideas.

But I think the teacher is a candlelight. Although the light is weak, it illuminates the way ahead for us in the darkness, so that we don’t have to be afraid or panic. When we are unhappy, the teacher is also a key to help us unlock the shackles of our hearts and free our hearts again.

"The silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the candle's tears will not dry until it turns to ashes." The teacher is like the spring silkworm, like a candle, only for dedication, without any expectation of reward. For many days and nights, they stayed up and corrected our homework until dawn.

Even during holidays, they are busy preparing lesson plans for us. Moreover, no matter where teachers go, it is always us students who worry them.

, you can also contribute. When the earth secretly ran around the sun, the teacher also led us to move forward on the road of life. I have entered the second grade of junior high school, and every moment of the year has been kept in my heart.

Teacher Wu, the head teacher, took us to a higher level. Teacher Wu is extremely strict in class, and every word is precise and sonorous.

During the period before the final exam, there were two or three test papers for us to do every day. Maybe you think that teachers always tell various truths every day, impart profound knowledge, assign endless homework every day, nag students every day, and always criticize students.

But as students, who of us has ever truly thought that everything the teacher does is for our future and for our own good? If it weren’t for the teachers’ hard work, how could we have achieved today’s results? Let’s talk about the Chinese teacher, Teacher Pan. Teacher Pan has her own way of teaching. What she told us the most is that we must memorize key passages.

If you make a mistake in ancient poetry or classical Chinese during the exam, you will have to copy it 20 times. At first, the students were reluctant, so Teacher Pan said: "I asked you to copy so that you could correct your mistakes.

During the high school entrance examination, you will definitely study poetry and classical Chinese. You can copy these If you lose all your points, that’s not right.

Moreover, copying is a kind of punishment, a small setback. If you don’t practice how to bear a small setback now, you will face a big setback when you grow up. , will definitely fall over at the first touch.”

As a result, everyone learned to memorize the passages to be memorized actively. To be honest, we quite enjoy this challenge! Whenever I see that I have written everything correctly again, I feel very excited.

Three minutes before each class, Teacher Pan will ask us to memorize our favorite articles and accumulate more writing skills. Every time we recite it, we will be particularly serious and immersed in this atmosphere.

What moved me the most was the geography teacher Teacher Fu. Teacher Fu originally taught first-level students like other associate subject teachers.

But Teacher Fu offered to teach us in Classes 7 and 8. We students collectively signed the petition to the prefect, and with our joint efforts, Teacher Fu was finally retained. However, because Teacher Fu has added Classes 7 and 8 of our second grade of junior high school, the original 4 classes he only had to teach have been increased to 6 classes. How many more lessons will he have to memorize and how much more effort will he have to put in! Teacher Fu, your relationship with us is no longer just a teacher-student relationship.

You are like our good friend. You will chat with us after class. You will also send us moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You will also tell us about your unhappy things. I still remember that during a class meeting, Teacher Fu - who is also our deputy head teacher - was not very satisfied with the recent learning situation of our class, so he asked everyone to "tell the truth."

I still vaguely remember Teacher Fu's words; "...In the process of struggle, you will often encounter setbacks. Only by persevering to the end can you achieve final success..." This sentence ignited the whole class. The fighting spirit of classmates. Teacher Fu, you have completely won the trust and love of your classmates! As the saying goes, "Once a teacher, always a father." Teachers are like our biological parents, caring about our lives and our studies all the time.

Burning is the teacher’s spirit and character; dedication is the teacher’s belief and pursuit. Sow seeds with language, cultivate with chalk, moisten with sweat, and water with hard work. This is the teacher's labor.

The podium is the teacher's stage, and the teacher is the dancer on the stage. It is ups and downs, spring, summer, autumn and winter, even if the black hair turns into white snow and wrinkles cover the forehead.

The campus is the teacher's garden, and the teacher is the gardener. The beautiful sunshine shines, the kind rain and dew nourish it, and the true spring breeze makes our hearts green with green grass and blooming flowers.

Dear teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength, sow hope... Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful souls bloom? flower? September is a harvest month. In this month, we will usher in a day, a sacred day, a festival for teachers-Teacher's Day. On this beautiful day, we hold beautiful flowers in our hands and dedicate them to you, dear teacher, together with a good blessing.

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to your descendants! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning! The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to have opened a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world... Ah, with you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is so beautiful. Full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness! . 2. An essay about writing a teacher

Your light is the brightest at the window late at night, you are the earliest on the road in the early morning, and you are the most romantic on the three-foot podium. This is you---------a glorious people's teacher!

As a people's teacher, you want nothing but to impart knowledge to lovely students. You have nothing to love but to devote all your body and mind to your beloved career. From your youth to your gray hair, for decades, you have embarked on a bright trajectory in life with your loyalty to the party, your people, and education!

The classroom is your home, the podium is your stage, the textbook is your guiding light, and the students are your lovely children. Whenever a new year of students comes, you will extend your hands to welcome them, and the graduated students will send you off with tears in their eyes. You impart knowledge to them so that they can swim in the ocean of knowledge. It is you who teach them how to behave so that they can make more contributions to society. You are a hardworking gardener, looking forward to a garden filled with flowers and fragrant peaches and plums! In the small classroom, you taught them how to write their names, and you melted the whole world into their hearts. Starting from scratch, starting from now on, batches of students are riding on the Mercedes-Benz horses with your support!

The little chalk is your hands, drawing the blueprint in your heart. The passion of class is the clarion call on your journey, leaving the sweat behind you along the way. You will be happy for the students' excellent results, and you will patiently explain to the poor students. These are all your children, and you can't bear to leave any one behind. For your children you forget to eat and sleep, for your children you work hard, for your children you give your heart to them. That's it, you burn yourself up, that's how you leave the light to everyone, you have no regrets, you are willing to give!

How many days and nights have you been sleepless, how many ups and downs have you gone through. Keep the knowledge and give the wonderful things to others. This is you, my beloved people’s teacher! You will give the wings of knowledge to a child who is learning to speak, and you will educate naughty students into talents. The ups and downs along the way, the laughter along the way, and the gratitude will make you sweet forever.

Many years have passed, when you see the students surrounding you, you will hold their hands one by one with tears of excitement and refuse to let go for a long time. When you see them succeeding in their studies, you will give them words of encouragement. A small wish will let you see the fragrant peaches and plums, and a sincere word will make you cherish it for a long time.

You are so selfless and without regrets, you are burning yourself like this. When you look back on the past, you feel that your life's hard work has not been in vain, your life's sweat has not been in vain, you will be proud of it, you will be honored by it, and you will say to everyone: I am proud, I am the people's teacher ! 3. My teacher essay is 500 words specific (write about a teacher)

My teacher

My teacher’s surname is Zhang, with two crescent-shaped eyebrows and a pair of bright Big eyes, a pointed nose, cherry red lips, and stylish curly hair. She always walks into our classroom with a smile. Her smile is as beautiful as a flower. Flowers will wither, but the teacher's smile will never disappear. I remember when she first took over our class, she found that some of our classmates did not like to listen in class, so she tried to find ways to attract our attention, improve our enthusiasm for learning, and make the class vivid, detailed, lively and interesting, and bring us into the class. A rich palace of knowledge. The students were fascinated.

As she explained, sometimes her expressions were high, sometimes she nodded frequently, sometimes she bowed her head in thought, sometimes she laughed... The students' enthusiasm for learning increased, their interest in learning became strong, and their learning gradually changed from passive to active, and their academic performance also improved. Constantly improving. The attentive Teacher Zhang found that our classmates always fell ill and lagged behind other classes in physical education, so he led us to skip rope, play shuttlecock, and play games to improve our physical fitness during each class. After Teacher Zhang and our Through hard work, in competition after competition, we went from lagging behind and never winning a certificate to ranking fourth, second, or first in our grade. And until the end of the class, very few students in our class were absent due to illness. Teacher Zhang cares about us and loves us like a mother. One hot summer day, Teacher Zhang saw us sweating profusely from the heat. Some of us were holding cardboard and books to fan ourselves, some kept wiping our faces with our little hands, and some were dizzy. Bloating... Teacher Zhang used his own money to buy each of us a piece of ice cream. Eating the cool ice cream, each of our hearts felt warm, and our young hearts were filled with the teacher's sweet love. Teacher Zhang is not only our teacher, but also our friend and mother. Every one of our growth and progress is inseparable from Teacher Zhang’s education and care. Teacher, I love you!

I wrote this in fifth grade, is it okay? If you think it’s good, just choose me. If you’re not satisfied, please ask. 4. Essay on one of my ( ) teachers

“Grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life and giving me the courage to be me.” Himself. "Yes!" It is the teacher who teaches us knowledge from the time we enter the campus. From the time we are ignorant, the teacher teaches us how to behave day by day.

The teacher is a hard-working gardener who works day and night for our motherland, and his hair turns gray from fatigue. The stubble has turned black from exhaustion. Teachers have paid so much for us. Shouldn't we repay them? Respecting teachers is the most important thing. It means respecting teachers' labor. Teaching is a kind of hard and meticulous mental work, for which teachers devote a lot of time and energy. Teachers must carefully design every teaching plan, teach every lesson carefully, and correct every assignment carefully. The teacher's work is hard and arduous. We must understand and appreciate the characteristics and hard work of teachers, and respect their labor.

I remember one time, you could no longer make a sound, but instead of recuperating at home, you came to school to teach us. Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun and as warm as the spring breeze. Warm and sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless, and the most sacred. During class, I couldn't help but hear your hoarse voice. My heart hurt as if it were being stabbed by thousands of needles. Suddenly, my disappointed tears flowed down like beans. You came to me and asked me kindly. "Xinyu, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" In order to stop the teacher from worrying about me, I said, "Teacher, I'm fine. Don't be careful. You have to protect your body and don't get tired." Broken." The teacher may have been moved by me and shed tears. Teacher, your profession is great, glorious and selfless. You should be proud of your career-loving spirit! Teachers are our guides on the road to growth. Teachers teach us how to do things, teach us how to be a good person, and guide us to take a good path in life. When we encounter setbacks, teachers help us hold up the sail of progress; when we encounter confusion and confusion, teachers give us guidance; When we are proud of our achievements, the teacher's timely advice makes us sober.

"Come with a heart in your hands and leave without a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication. This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, prompting every student to realize his or her own pursuits and reach the other side of their ideals. Teacher, I will always remember you! Great old guys. 5. Composition: Write a short fragment of a teacher or classmate 500

I remember it was a summer a year ago. We were waiting for the teacher to come to class. Suddenly, a thunderbolt outside the window broke the summer silence. , in an instant, there was lightning and thunder, strong winds, and the black pot-like sky became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to fall. There was another loud noise, the "black pot" was cut open, and the heavy rain poured down like a waterfall. The raindrops were like Shooting to the earth like bullets... Looking at the torrential rain, everyone said: "The teacher will definitely not come." So, we all picked up the books and studied on our own dejectedly. After a while, the teacher actually risked his life The rain came, and suddenly the classroom remembered the thunderous applause. "Students, I'm sorry, I'm late today, can you forgive me?" Looking at the teacher's wet hair and clothes soaked by the rain, I felt excited and passionate ... A thought came to my mind. The teacher took out the textbook and started teaching us. Her amiable face smiled; her kind voice warmed us like a mother... It was raining heavily outside the window, and in the classroom But everywhere is full of warmth... In the past four or five years, the teacher has never missed half a class for us. This is our teacher, a teacher who is dedicated to his work, a great and ordinary teacher! Teachers not only love their jobs, but they are also considerate to their students and love them as if they were their own children...

6. When writing a composition about a teacher or classmate, do not mention the name in the article. Write the teacher or classmate.

Some people say that the teacher is a gardener who silently takes care of everything in the garden. Others say that the teacher is a gardener. The teacher is the spring silkworm, who uses the precious silk to weave our dreams. Some people say that the teacher is the chalk, sacrificing himself and leaving knowledge... In the third grade, our class teacher was replaced by Teacher Gu. Now he teaches us In the third year, the teacher has dark eyebrows, wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes are shining brightly behind the lenses. He has a standard figure. Sometimes he is very strict, and sometimes he is very kind to us. Teacher Gu prepares lessons carefully. Although I worked hard every day in class and was exhausted, I still insisted on preparing lessons every day. Teacher Gu’s classes were always so colorful, and every class let us enter a colorful world. Under Teacher Gu’s education, Our knowledge has gradually increased a lot. During class, he talks endlessly and reads the text in a very loud and beautiful voice. Sometimes he also asks questions in the text, such as: What does a certain word mean? , what does a certain passage mean? If he does not finish it within the time specified by the teacher, the teacher will definitely watch him do his homework. Now the teachers are more strict than in the third and fourth grades before. If there is a teacher who assigns homework after school If the homework is not finished or not done, the teacher will definitely call the parents. I remember that time, I forgot to mark the natural section number in my preview homework. The teacher said: "I won't call the first time. The second time It's about to be called, I will send a text message this time." Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you. 7. Write an essay about the teacher

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; but I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light to the future generations! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words - burning! Keep burning!

The classes you taught are so rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a beautiful new world...

Ah, because of you, the garden is so beautiful and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, open the window and take a look. This garden full of spring scenery, this garden full of peaches and plums, are all saluting you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator of beauty and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine with beautiful sunshine and moisten with beautiful rain and dew, so that our hearts are green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit will always be in my heart!

You are more like the unknown tree roots, which make the small trees grow vigorously and make the branches full of abundant fruits, but do not ask for any compensation.

You gave us a ruler of life, allowing us to measure it every day; you gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, so that we have role models to learn from everywhere.

You are the bridge that connects the severed mountains for us, allowing us to reach the peak of harvest; you are the ivy, tough and slender, guiding us to pick the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng on the top of the cliff. When a seedling needs a glass of water, he will never give him a bucket of water; and when he needs a bucket of water, he will never give him a glass of water. Giving at the right time and in the right amount is the skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is also your art of education. No matter how hard you work, it will take a while to make the peach ripe, and the plum ripe will be useless. It is easy to plant flowers but difficult to cultivate people. The fragrance of flying in the valley is extraordinary, the world is filled with poems, paintings, and talented people are all smiling.

Teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow power... Sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, water with sweat, nourish with hard work, this is us Dear teacher, noble labor.

You work today, but you are building the future of the motherland; you teach in the classroom, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then the students are like the sand in the clam; you use love to lick it, grind it, soak it, wash it... Over time, the sand becomes pearls, shining brightly.

Your teaching career has countless proud and happy memories, but you treasure them in your heart and just look at the field to be developed.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And dedicate it to you - my teacher with a broad mind and profound knowledge.

Teachers are the kindling that ignites the fire of students’ hearts; teachers are stone steps, which bear students’ steady climb up step by step.

You are like a candle. Although it is thin, you have some heat and some light, illuminating others and exhausting yourself. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten. The language of your lectures is as sweet as the tinkling mountain springs, as friendly as the gurgling creeks, and as exciting as the rushing rivers...

The spring silkworm has never spoken a self-proclaimed word in its life, and the silver thread it spits out is the measure. The ruler of the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest praise for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as gentle as the spring breeze, and as sweet as the clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and most noble in the world.

The value of a firefly lies in using the lamp hanging on its tail to illuminate others; your respectability lies in always providing convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain and dew all over the earth? Who works hard to nurture the seedlings? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one doesn’t have your hard work on it, and which one doesn’t have your smile on it! 8. Good Teacher Story Composition 1. You can write about 3 things, but not more than 3 things 2. You can only write about one teacher

Good Teacher Story No teacher wants to be a good teacher, but a good teacher The standards are not the same. There are a few stories that may give us some inspiration. There is a student who has certainly achieved certain achievements more than ten years later. When he recalls his study career in middle school, he is the one he misses the most. The teacher was a very strict teacher who once taught him a lesson. It was because of his beating that he woke up and he started studying hard from then on. I couldn't help but think of the teacher's trump card, the pointer in his hand, which was a symbol of the teacher's power. .Today’s teachers no longer have pointers, nor do they have the power of teachers. I can’t help but think that I can’t be a good teacher. This is not entirely because I don’t have a pointer, but more because I am not a strict person. Another story: An academician of the Academy of Sciences recalled his Chinese learning in middle school. It should be said that his Chinese level was very good. He said that the Chinese teacher at that time was a new teacher, and he did not know whether his Mandarin was too standard or too non-standard. I couldn’t understand a word, so I read extracurricular books by myself, one for every two classes. This story was told to me, and also to the Chinese teacher. I don’t know if the new teacher is a A good teacher, if we look at him by normal standards. But I think he was also one of the best teachers because she gave him the freedom to choose. 9. An essay about such a teacher

His character has two sides: one is cold, the other is funny.

He likes to roar loudly. As soon as he enters the classroom, he shouts with a voice of 120 decibels: "Class!" It's enough to scare us half-choking. Who is he? He is my father and the Chinese teacher of our class.

The class was lectured, but my father yelled. When he first took over our class, the students had only one word for their impression of him: - scared! After class, the classmates gathered around me and said, "A-Qing, your dad was so scary in class, why was he so loud?" "A-Qing, when your dad asked me to answer questions in class just now, I was so scared that I was shaking."

...I expressed my dissatisfaction with my father, but my father said calmly: "I just took your class, and you are not used to it yet!" But soon, I found that my classmates changed their views on him. Because my father tried to make friends with us, several classmates and I often went to his office to make tea and chat! Dad's classes are very interesting. He always uses humor to get us interested in learning. For example: the compositions in our class are always wordy, so my father explained to us how to use concise sentences in the composition class.

He said: "When writing an essay, it's not about writing as much as possible. It's just about explaining what you want to say clearly, and ignoring the irrelevant content. For example, I tell you : "I was born in the first snow in 1969. I was waiting for the No. 2 bus..." The following "I was waiting for the No. 2 bus, so don't be wordy. Just know the year and month I was born..." In that class, we not only had fun, but also mastered writing skills under the guidance of my father.

This is the Chinese teacher of our class. We all like this kind of humorous teaching method. Funny Chinese teacher.