The good teacher in my heart is my composition teacher. She has a kind face, a pair of thin and curved eyebrows, like two sharp wings of a swallow, a pair of bright eyes, a small and exquisite nose, a ruddy mouth and white teeth.
Miss Li is very serious and responsible to me in learning. Every time I finish class, the teacher will assign homework and read beautiful articles on my back. Once the teacher asked me to recite an article on the scenery of autumn. I didn't recite it. The teacher was angry with me. After class, my mother came to pick me up. The teacher said to my mother, 'your daughter didn't endorse yesterday. You must let her recite it. As the saying goes, & lsquo; Primary school is to cultivate memory, junior middle school is to cultivate spirituality, and only in senior high school can you have Comprehension & rsquo;. Therefore, primary school students should recite ancient poems and articles about beauty, so as to learn Chinese well. " After listening to the teacher's words, I was ashamed and thought that I would endorse more and read more books to eliminate my resistance to endorsement.
The teacher is not only responsible for my study, but also cares and takes care of me in my life.
Once, after class, I went downstairs to wait for my mother, but I waited for a while and didn't see my mother. I went upstairs and asked the teacher for a phone, but my mother's phone was turned off. I was worried. The teacher comforted me and said, 'don't worry, I'll wait for my mother downstairs with you.' But my mother never came. I was anxious and stamped my feet. The teacher kindly asked me, 'where is your home?' I said anxiously: 'the content of chuanben page at the intersection of West Lake is pushed to Haibi garden by "read. 4hw. Com. CN" The teacher said gently, 'I'll take you home,' I got in the teacher's car and thought on the way, it's nice of the teacher. I went home happily.
This is my good teacher -- Miss Li.
I have a good teacher -- she is like a wide sea, nurturing fish, shrimps and all the creatures in the sea, and like a kind mother to teach us with love.
I remember once I couldn't do a problem. You who care about students seem to see my mind. You come to me, pat me on the shoulder and say to me kindly, 'can't you do it with a problem?' I looked into your eyes and said shyly, 'well!' In this way, you patiently taught me all the questions & hellip& hellip;
Another time, I got all my basic questions right, so you gave me two sweets to encourage me and let me get good grades in the final exam.
Ah, teacher, how great and kind you are! My good teacher is 400 characters, with long black hair, bright eyes and a pair of glasses. Yes, she is not only the head teacher of our class, but also the Chinese teacher of our class. She is my favorite teacher. When I think of the Chinese teacher, my thoughts float to the past involuntarily.
I remember in a Chinese mid-term exam, I thought the questions were very simple, so I took them lightly and didn't do them seriously. After the exam, many students are asking me, 'do you think you can do well in the exam?' I replied, 'it's OK.' But at the time of issuing the paper, I did well in the exam. I can't believe my eyes. How could I be so bad in the exam? My tears are about to flow out. I look at the teacher and feel very sad, but the teacher seems to say to me: 'life will always encounter difficulties, fall down and get up. Think about why you didn't do well in the exam. After learning this lesson, don't make this mistake again next time. I believe you will succeed. Come on! " After listening to these words, I cheered up again, listened carefully to every question the teacher said, and analyzed why these questions were wrong, because I couldn't do it or because I was careless. And most of these questions are wrong reading, so I have to do a reading comprehension every day at home. My kung fu pays off. I finally got good results in the final exam. I looked at the teacher and the teacher seemed to say to me, 'you are great, but you must not be arrogant. Pride makes people step back and modesty makes people progress. You will do better!'
Until now, those two words want to be imprinted as deeply on my heart. They have taught me the truth of life. I will live up to the teacher's ardent expectations for me! The good teacher in my mind is 400 words, with long black and shiny hair, combed neatly; A pair of big bright eyes; A pair of small mouths, sometimes speak gentle words, and sometimes fly into a rage. She is wearing beautiful and tidy clothes. She is not only a good teacher in my mind, but also our former head teacher - Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen is kind and gentle. Once, when I was playing on the playground, I accidentally hurt my knee. With the help of my classmates, I came to Mr. Shen's office. Seeing this, Mr. Shen immediately brought me a chair to sit down, took the red potion and said, 'it may hurt a little, bear it!' As she wiped the potion for me, she said, 'Why are you so careless!' Her reproachful words were mixed with a trace of tenderness, which made me feel infinite warmth.
Mr. Shen also encourages others. Once in class, Mr. Shen asked a difficult question. No one in the class raised his hand. Seeing that the whole army was destroyed, Mr. Shen called the roll at random. " Li Jiachen! " I was surprised. It took me half a day to recover. I stood up slowly and stammered out my ideas. Mr. Shen nodded with a smile and said, 'well! Isn't that good? Speak actively next time. The teacher believes you. " After listening to Mr. Shen, I nodded hard.
Mr. Shen, you are not an actor, but you attract our attention; You are not a singer, but let the spring of knowledge jingle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping our soul & hellip& hellip; Teacher Shen, how can I forget you!
Hefei Nanyuan new village school is a good teacher in my mind. In my mind, the teacher has the supreme position. They are the disseminators of knowledge, the model of morality and the embodiment of love. Perhaps the most exposed person since childhood is the teacher, so I worship them from the bottom of my heart and secretly make up my mind: I want to be a teacher when I grow up. Educate them with knowledge, encourage them with enthusiasm, and influence them with love.
The good teacher in my mind is a perfect teacher. She is Miss Tang. She has taught me mathematics for four years. Mr. Tang is of medium build and has a pair of glasses on the bridge of his tall nose. He looks gentle, kind and loving. Don't think the teacher will be very lax with us. The teacher is strict with us. Despite this, the students still like her very much because she takes care of us like her mother.
My good teacher is amiable. She and we are not only teachers and students, but also friends who talk about everything.
In class, Mr. Tang spoke to us seriously and meticulously, and took the trouble to answer our questions again and again. After class, she changed into a lively and friendly big friend. She played and played with us. She also taught us some interesting and never played games from time to time, which made us spend a happy ten minutes during the recess. Sometimes, when there are contradictions among our classmates and we can't solve the questions, we can't help thinking of this close sister. Sometimes it's a very difficult problem in our opinion. It's so simple in her eyes. A few words make us suddenly enlightened.
This is a good teacher in my mind.
The 400 word teacher in my mind is the engineer of human soul. The good teacher in my mind is Mr. Li in class 4 (2) of Meishan primary school in Jinzhai County.
Miss Li is my Chinese teacher. She is very beautiful. Her eyes are bright and bright, and her words are full of witty words. Mr. Xie is my math teacher. He usually wears glasses and speaks loudly. He is a kind teacher.
Mr. Li is very strict with us. He not only imparts us knowledge, but also teaches us to form good habits. Teachers often say, 'we are like small saplings. If we want to grow tall and strong, we must straighten him up from childhood.' Therefore, it is stipulated to us: no small moves, no small talk, no late for school and no snacks at school. If you can't write, you can ask the teacher. If you can't do, the teacher will explain it first and then let us do it. After class, the teacher told us not to play dangerous games and pay attention to safety. Students can find the teacher to solve their difficulties. Under this way of management, our class has performed very well in all aspects and won the winning class every year.
My classmate Fang Jingjing's family is very difficult. The teacher helped her fill in the form and report to the county. Project Hope helped her and solved her family difficulties. Fang Jingjing is very grateful to the teacher. One day, my classmate Liu Yawen had a nosebleed in class. Miss Li helped her wash her nosebleed. Liu Yawen returned to her seat and continued her class.
The good teacher in my mind is Mr. Li and the reconciliation teacher, because they teach us a lot of knowledge, care about us everywhere, love us, and teach us a lot of truth in life.
The confusion in the heart of a small four in Meishan, Jinzhai County, Anhui Province is 800 words, confused and helpless, towards the distance without destination. Under the beautiful neon lights, I saw people passing me one by one with sadness; I see what a picture is behind the prosperity. But I still don't understand,
In my heart, there is always a trace of confusion. He has been in front of me, let me feel him, but I can't catch him. This feeling makes me move forward and becomes the driving force for me to move forward; At the same time, he also blocked me with setbacks from time to time, making me fail again and again. I never thought of giving up. I've been chasing him, but I can only see his vague back in the distance. I never let go of an inspiration. No matter what field of knowledge, I once chased it and left a faint footprint there. Although I stopped in every aspect, I hurried to the next goal. It was the so-called 'erudite but not proficient' that made me accomplish nothing. Although I didn't end up in failure, failure after failure knocked my heart again and again, making me obtain more tenacious willpower than others in setbacks and failures, and let me continue to pursue that trace of confusion.
Although I have only seen the confused background in the distance, I know that he is another me, another me in my heart. Everyone has another self in his heart: good and evil; Some help themselves bravely overcome difficulties and drive towards success; Others are ill intentioned, narrow-minded and small, destroying themselves. But the self in my heart is different. He seems to want to temper me with failure, and he seems to want to torture me with failure. Whenever I stand on the runway and gallop, he always interrupts me and deliberately leaks out my back in the distance. I have to put aside everything I have done to catch up with him, because he is me and I am him. He knew me and knew I would do it. Indeed, that's what I did. I can only admit that I can't help the temptation and always want to catch the trace of confusion in my heart. For him, I gave up my talent, gave up me