1. One day I dreamed of my teacher composition

One day I dreamed of my teacher [This article is purely fictitious, please do not be offended if the plot is similar] Time Turns Back Sixteen years ago, one day a new teacher came to our class. At that time, we were in fifth grade.

"Students, this is a composition class. Let's start composing." After she finished speaking, she found a chair, sat down, and started writing.

"Teacher, what is the topic of the essay?" The whole classroom was silent, and finally a classmate broke the silence. "Write your own articles..." She tried to stay calm and smiled, "Why do you ask me to set the topic?" "Then teacher..." the classmate continued to ask, "What style of writing should we use? Narrative ? Argumentative essay? Or diary style?" At this time, she put down her pen and stood up: "If one day after graduation, the teacher meets one of you, I will be very happy."

Then she paused, "Do you think I would still care if he came by bus? By taxi? Or by walking?" "I just want to read the words you wrote carefully, and "I don't care what form you use to express it." "I will rate you based on whether you take it seriously or not, regardless of the length of your writing."

She added this at the end. After that, she wrote her own article.

As you can imagine, the next day, the principal called her for a talk. That said, we still have the opportunity to take her class.

When she took the composition class for the second time, she was not like the last time. "Classmates, the topic of today's essay is -" This time she wrote it clearly: Untitled. The students were in an uproar, and one of them stood up.

"I can't write without a topic!?" She still smiled and did not stand up. "The title is Untitled, just write it like this: Today, the teacher gave us an essay question called Untitled, but I can't write it.

Yes, just write it like this. Write whatever comes to your mind now. What?"

After a while, seeing our sudden realization, she stood up and said seriously: "If you don't like me, then you have to write a letter and tell the principal what you don't like about me. Me, what’s wrong with me needs to be written in detail, otherwise the principal won’t believe it. For example, you should write like this: The teacher always sits in class without raising his head, just focusing on writing. He can write in one class. Several pages."

She paused and raised her voice a little higher. "This is a good essay.

If, because of your letter, the principal expels me, the teacher will also be very happy, because you wrote a good essay." "Of course, like just now That classmate’s writing is also a good composition.”

She added. "What should I do if there are typos?" "The teacher will mark them for you. If you still make mistakes next time, he will mark them for you again. You don't like writing typos, right?" "What should you do if the sentences don't make sense?" "What you wrote Do you want to make it clear to yourself? If you want, just read it a few times and if it feels right, then change it. Just think about it again.

Of course, I will give you some suggestions for modification. If you think it is right, just change it; if you think it is wrong, just stick to your original one.

The teacher is just helping. You write what you want to write. "Keep writing like this, I believe each of you will write well!" I remember this last sentence very clearly. At that time, a piece of chalk fell from the table. Divide in half.

"If you have any questions, ask me anytime." Judging from her smile, she must have felt that she had done a particularly good job in this class.

However, before the next day, she was invited by the principal again. As for the result, I can’t remember it clearly, because it’s fictional. Maybe she was upgraded, maybe transferred to another school, or... Anyway, I haven’t seen her since, but I can always remember it. she.

I later found out that Cai, the scoundrel who could write, seemed to have also left our class. Of course, most students may just write like me, mainly because not so many people like to read. 2. Please write an essay based on your dream experience

I came to a quiet place, and I heard beautiful and wonderful music, rising and falling, with strange changes.

I was immersed in this music and couldn't help but sit down and listen carefully. The music seemed to be telling a certain story. At first, the music was calm and gentle, but it also gave people a solemn and awe-inspiring feeling, like a dancer performing on the stage.

But in the middle, it seemed like I was falling into an abyss of pain. I was struggling to get out, but I was still in pain and couldn't extricate myself. It was like the dancer just now who broke his legs. What a pain it was. Tragic thing. Suddenly, the music changed again. The music seemed to have returned to the calmness just now, but it became stronger, like a caterpillar breaking free from the constraints of its cocoon and flying freely.

It was as if the actors just now returned to the stage again, dancing to their heart's content. I seemed to be integrated into the music, as if I was immersed in the scene. I was deeply moved by the music, and I began to wonder who played this magical music.

I stood up and walked forward following the music. When I reached the end, I saw a piano, and the person playing the piano was Beethoven. Everything is clear, he tells his story with his music, even if he loses his hearing, even if the dancer loses his legs, he still persists in his pursuit.

He broke free from the pain that bound her and bravely pursued his dream. The music ended, and he turned around, as if he wanted to say something to me. Suddenly, there was a sudden burst of noise, which made me unable to hear anything. I shouted: "What?" I was suddenly awakened. It turned out to be a dream.

No, it’s not a dream. It is so real, it makes me stronger and makes me understand that no matter how difficult it is, as long as you are willing to fight hard, you can succeed. 3. My Teacher Dream Essay

Everyone has their own dream, and so do I. My dream is to be a teacher, a competent Chinese teacher. That has been my dream since I was a child. It was also my original dream. The teacher is a key that can help us open the door of wisdom. A teacher is a beacon of light that can lead us to the road to success. A teacher is a good medicine that can cure all kinds of diseases. Since kindergarten, I like to play the role of "teacher" at home. A small whiteboard, a bunch of dolls and an open space are my small world of "teacher". And I like going to school not because of my lovely classmates and beautiful campus, but because of my respectable teachers.

Take Teacher Zhang for example. When we first entered the first grade, Teacher Zhang was still our class teacher. When we first started school, we didn’t understand or know anything. Teacher Zhang only knew a little She taught us step by step, and she was my spiritual support. What impressed me most was that once, I had a fight with a classmate, but Teacher Zhang did not criticize me very harshly, and talked to me calmly and told us She said: "Classmates should get along well with each other and not quarrel. Arguing will hurt the harmony. If there is any misunderstanding, sit down and talk about it slowly." She not only pointed out the problems that existed in me, but also told me ways to improve, which benefited me a lot. Finally, the misunderstanding between my classmates and I was finally resolved, and we became good friends from then on. To this day, Teacher Zhang’s gentle eyes are unforgettable to me. Now that we have all reached fifth grade, Teacher Zhang is no longer our class teacher, but we still miss her very much. In addition, there are many teachers who are worthy of my respect and love.

When I was a child, I thought being a teacher was very relaxing and happy. But gradually, as I grew up and went to elementary school, I found that being a teacher was not as easy and fun as I imagined. The teacher has to approve several piles of homework every day, and every day he has to approve it until the dead of night, and then go to school in the morning light of the next morning, just like this day after day, year after year.

Sometimes, teachers have to stand all day long and lecture non-stop. They don’t even have time to sit down, let alone a sip of water. Therefore, many teachers have strep throat. Not only that, but the most troublesome thing for teachers is, Encountering a few naughty students really made the teacher worried. At this time, I felt that being a competent teacher was too hard. But why do teachers have no regrets? I was a little puzzled. My mother said: "Although being a teacher is very tiring and hard, their spiritual world is fulfilling and happy. Especially when they see that they have students all over the world, they feel that kind of pride and satisfaction that others cannot feel." ". This also strengthened my dream of becoming a teacher. Even though I don't have much to offer, I won't give up. Although this dream is far away from me, I will not stop pursuing it. Although there will be many setbacks and countless hardships in the process of realizing my dreams, I will not be discouraged. Because I believe that through my continuous efforts, my dreams will eventually come true!

This is my dream, and it is also China’s dream. 4. I dreamed that the teacher was crying. Composition

The teacher was crying

Today is Friday, and this class is English. Class is over, and we all sit quietly in the classroom waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Almost two minutes later, the teacher came. She greeted us with a smile, asked us to review the content of the second side of let'schant, and then asked us to read it twice. let'learn the words inside and then start asking questions. At first, the students actively raised their hands to speak and performed very well. The teacher added 20 points to each group and praised us. But after a while, some students couldn't keep their mouths shut. Whenever we answer a question, there are always a few people talking there, so the learning efficiency of the students is also greatly reduced. We can never learn the words taught several times by the teacher. No matter how the teacher shouts, the voice can never stop. . I'm really worried. English class is so important, why don't they pay attention to it at all?

At this moment, the "ding-a-ling-ring, ding-a-ling-ling" class was over, and the classroom suddenly exploded. The students immediately started making noises, and the noise, crying, laughing, and playing came one after another. , the teacher suppressed his anger and continued teaching. Unexpectedly, when Lin Junjie saw that the teacher was easy to bully, he had the courage to shout: "Get out of here, get out of here." Others followed him and started cheering. The teacher looked at the students, feeling sad and angry, with red eyes and tears in his eyes. Then she walked out of the classroom slowly.

Afterwards, we all blamed Lin Junjie and several other classmates for going too far. Teachers are like our relatives. They impart knowledge to us and teach us the principles of life. They are worthy of our respect. Treating teachers like Lin Junjie not only hurts the teacher's self-esteem, but also delays our courses, which is not good for anyone. Therefore, we must respect teachers, like teachers, and be good students who are civilized and polite.