"Teachers" are engineers of the human soul, who have nurtured one tender seedling after another and trained a batch 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.

Miss 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 as a child.

I remember once, I had a high fever, which reached 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.

when Mr. Chen learned about it, he immediately came to my house to visit me. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, which is 39.5 degrees!"! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "At that time, although I had a high fever, I was sober.

"Miss Chen, you're here." I said to teacher Chen.

"Yes, son, the teacher is here. How do you feel, son? " At this time, my eyes were wet ... 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 get well, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ..." My heart surged: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now that I am sick, you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my eyes welled up ... When I got back to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 7 points.

at this time, Mr. Chen came to comfort me again: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come, let me help you make up the lessons you left behind!" This problem ... "With the help of Mr. Chen, I finally got 1 points 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 persistent efforts and better achievements! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 1 points are 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!" " . 2. "The teacher taught me to write" composition 5 words < P > The teacher is a hard 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, scenes teaching me to write will come to my eyes.

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 I didn't have a ruler, I wrote "one" as "~". When the teacher saw my "~", he said to me, "Ji Jingxiao, the word" one "should be written short and straight, not as wavy lines." So, I wanted to write it again, but I wrote "one" as "1". The teacher took pains to say, "in this way, you draw a horizontal line of 1 cm with a ruler first." Then, slowly move the ruler away. " I follow the teacher's steps, and slowly, I will write the word "one". At this time, I saw the teacher sweating with anxiety. The bell rang after class, and the teacher paid so much for me!

Yes, isn't our teacher like a candle that burns itself and illuminates others? 3. The teacher taught me to write 5 words

The teacher taught me to be honest

A trivial word, a small detail, and a small kindness 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 froze 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 grimly, and I seem to have felt my father's heavy slap on me. I cried and threw that terrible test paper aside. The more I thought about it, the more scared I felt ... < P > My trembling feet moved to my home as if they were filled with lead. Everything in front of me was as calm as usual. Mom and Dad were eating at the table. When they saw me coming back, they asked, "You came back." "hmm" I replied hurriedly and nervously. Ran 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 must check it in the afternoon ... Time passed by, I hesitated, looked at the clock on the wall, and then looked at my father, who was watching TV on the sofa at this time. What will happen if I sign for my father? ..... I dare not think about it. Finally, I walked out of the house with a little anxiety.

I entered the classroom, and soon the teacher came to check the math papers for the students. I sat in my seat in fear and trembling, and carefully took out the test paper that my parents had written nothing. Seeing the teacher approaching, my heart pounded. "Tanta Tanta" teacher finally came to my side.

"xx, why didn't you sign?" Because ... because there's no one at home. I stammered back to the teacher. I know I lied, and I dare not look at the teacher in the eye. But I can feel that the teacher knows that I am lying, so I have to wait for the teacher's criticism with panic; Suddenly, the teacher said, "I believe you ..." When I looked up, I saw the teacher's trusting and inspiring 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 inspection, the teacher walked up to the podium with brisk steps and spoke: "Students, some of them did well in this exam. Good grades make you more confident; Bad grades can still spur yourself to make progress. The signature only hopes that parents can understand their children's learning situation and better coach their children. Signature is not for parents to reprimand and beat their children, which you should understand. " Finally, she paused and said, "So, I believe in any self-motivated classmate! Regardless of good grades or bad grades, I believe that they will honestly face their achievements and continue to work hard! "

after listening to the last sentence, I was full of strength. Yes, I can't face up to bad grades. It's shameful to escape because of bad grades. When I looked up again and smiled at the teacher, I thought to myself: I'm going back to sign up and admit my mistake to the teacher. At the moment when I looked up at the teacher, I found that the teacher was smiling at me and didn't feel any blame.

It has been a while, but the impression in my mind is getting deeper and deeper. The teacher taught me to treat people equally with an inclusive heart, which made me understand what love is, which is more profound than any preaching. 4. What did the teacher teach me? 5 words

The following is an essay found on the search, but I don't think it is particularly suitable for you. You can learn from it and write an article yourself, such as "Teacher teaches me gratitude" and "Teacher teaches me tolerance".

On the first day of school, I met you, a new teacher. I felt so kind and warm when I saw you. You will make us grow into stronger trees in three years. Whether I will 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 guiding the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work. Some people say: you are a spring silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, sprinkling the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, silently nourishing everything on the earth; Others say: You are the sunset glow. When the sun returns, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of flying smoke in the blue sky, and I don't want luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just the old stepping stone on the journey, the distant cold star in the darkness; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, which comes quietly and goes calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but you erased utility; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; It is the years that age your face, and the chalk that whitens your temples. 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 of the big dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three inches of tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of human soul and the reverser of social gankun. You are the spring breeze, blowing green mountains, 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 the yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes and turned my hair gray, giving me pure dreams and strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sprinkling sweat all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart, a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk is exhausted, you will be eternal! Looking back at the footsteps of Spring and Autumn, my life continues to move forward in your expectant eyes ... 5. The teacher taught me how to write a good composition of 5 words

In the storm, that touch of rainbow

In my memory, my parents accompanied me most in my childhood, and they always loved me so much. "I am afraid of it in my hand, and I am afraid of it in my mouth." This sentence is no exaggeration to them. Perhaps I am spoiled by my parents, and my personality is very overbearing, saying that I am unreasonable and not excessive < P > Until now, I still remember an incident that happened when I was 8 years old: my personality is like a boy, and I was playing house with the children in my neighbor's house on a sunny morning. He and I were fighting for a role at that time. As we talked, we quarreled, and when we quarreled, we fought. Poor thing, my thighs are not as thick as his arms. (with exaggerated elements * _ *) It's like a mayfly shaking a tree-it's overreaching. I was knocked down at that time. Knees and arms are covered with mud and blood. All the friends were scared away. I immediately cried and my mind went blank. I was tired when I cried, and I squatted on the ground and played with mud. When my parents came back from work, they were shocked to see me like this. Dad immediately threw me on his back and ran to the hospital. Mother ran after her. When I saw this scene, I laughed and shouted, "Come on." Y(^_^)Y。 It's too late to say it. Wan Li's boundless sky immediately became dark clouds rolling. In order not to infect my wound, my mother took off her clothes and covered my head. I got caught in the rain and went to the hospital. In the end, not only did I register, but my mother caught a cold. I was too ignorant at that time and shouted, "Mom and I are in the hospital together, which is great!" "

When I think back to that day, I always feel sorry for my parents. Parents all over the world will set up a rainbow for their children in the storm. This is affection! 6. Writing a 5-word "Teacher teaches me

On the first day of school, I met you, a new teacher. I felt so kind and warm when I saw you. You will make us grow into stronger trees in three years. Whether I will 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 guiding the way in confusion; Never forget who made the world have love and sound of books; Never forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work. Some people say: you are a spring silkworm, and you can't spit out that endless love until you die! Some people say: you are a candle, sprinkling the last drop of tears to illuminate the dark night sky; Some people also say: you are the morning dew, often before dawn, silently nourishing everything on the earth; Others say: You are the sunset glow. When the sun returns, you burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! You said yourself: what I long for most is paving the way, and the happiest thing is burning; I am just a wisp of flying smoke in the blue sky, and I don't want luxury, but beauty lies in nature; I am just the old stepping stone on the journey, the distant cold star in the darkness; I'm just, I'm just a drop of water in the surging river, which comes quietly and goes calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but you erased utility; On the podium, you lifted others, but gave yourself; It is the years that age your face, and the chalk that whitens your temples. 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 of the big dipper; You are a cultivator of three feet of land and a driver of three inches of tools; You are the disseminator of human culture and the promoter of the world; You are the designer of human soul and the reverser of social gankun. You are the spring breeze, blowing green mountains, 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 the yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; You turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes and turned my hair gray, giving me pure dreams and strong wings in the cold wind; You came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of spring water in your hand, sprinkling sweat all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart, a persistent desire. When the wax torch turns to ash, you are immortal; When the silk is exhausted, you will be eternal! Looking back at the footsteps of Spring and Autumn, my life continues to move forward in your expectant eyes ... 7. The teacher taught me to write 4 words

Always taught me to write a composition. During my growth, the teacher gave us a lot, among which, 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, Mr. Chu repeatedly made detailed revisions for me. Every afternoon after school, the teacher always keeps me behind, carefully scrutinizing words and sentences word by word, even sparing subtle punctuation marks. In order to make me have a deeper understanding of the article and memorize it better, the teacher also gives me a detailed explanation until I understand it. The teacher in the teacher's office (China University Network, please keep this mark. ) all gone, she still patiently corrected my composition. In this way, day after day, every day cycle, although the teacher