In everyone's life, there is a good teacher, they are doing the root cause, whenever we encounter setbacks, the teacher will encourage us; whenever we succeed, the teacher will always remind us not to be proud. And my good teacher is Mr. Song.
Miss Song treats us as her children.
Remember once, the day is very hot, hot like taishanglaojun's Alchemy stove, the teacher saw let a few students with class fee to buy ice cream. After a while, a big bag of ice cream arrived, and in the hands of the students, they were happy to drink and eat, but they forgot the teacher. Some people will say what is an ice cream? Count the teacher's love for us.
Another time, it was very cold, the wind was blowing, and it was raining heavily. When the teacher saw that some students were very cold, he asked some students who were close to home to get some thick clothes for them. After a while, bags of warm clothes came, sent to the hands of the students, put on, heart warm. Some people will say what is a dress? Count the teacher's love for us.
I'm going to graduate soon. I don't know when I can meet Mr. Song.
If someone asks me what a good teacher is like in my mind? In my mind will immediately emerge such a figure: more than 30 years old, tall body, dark curly hair, some pretty face with a pair of glasses, appears so gentle, this is my Chinese teacher - Zhao teacher.
Mr. Zhao is my Chinese teacher from grade one to grade four, and also our head teacher. She is about 35 or 6 years old, with a pair of bright eyes. Whenever we have a classmate who won the prize, Miss Zhao's eyes always sparkle with joy. She has a pair of glasses on her high nose, sometimes she wears them, sometimes she doesn't wear them, sometimes she wears them like a doctor, sometimes she doesn't wear them like a mother.
Her Chinese class was lively, interesting and full of witticism, which attracted all of us restless little monkeys. I remember once talking about "Prometheus stealing fire", Mr. Zhao found a prop similar to "Torch" from there. He also asked his classmates to act as "Prometheus" to bring "Torch" to the world, and asked us why Prometheus wanted to bring "Torch" to the world? In the process of interaction, we learned the text, which was very impressive and interesting.
I remember once, when I was playing with my classmates, I fell and broke my knee. Like his own child, Mr. Zhao cleaned my wound very seriously and applied the medicine carefully. Looking at Mr. Zhao's loving and anxious eyes, my knee seemed to be treated with painkillers, and the pain relieved a lot. Another time, because I lost a class with a fever, Mr. Zhao took advantage of the lunch break to help me with my lessons, so that I could catch up with my classmates in time.
Zhao teacher's mind is very broad, big enough to accommodate every 'naughty bag' in our class. However, although Mr. Zhao is usually very friendly to us, once we make mistakes, Mr. Zhao will become very strict. First, he will wrinkle his thin eyebrows and start to say 'why? What about? Then he bent up his eyebrows and said the truth with painstaking care, which convinced everyone.
This is Miss Zhao that we all like very much. Like her mother, she takes care of us with love, supervises us with strict eyes, and persuades us with the principle of persuasion. She is so kind to us that we have to love and respect her from the bottom of our hearts. She loves to be persuasive and never gets tired of it. Dear Miss Zhao, you are a good friend of all of us, He is a good teacher in my mind. On the teacher's composition: my eyes of a good teacher 550 words, people say that teachers are engineers of the human soul. I once saw a famous saying of grandfather Deng Xiaoping: whether a school can cultivate qualified talents for socialist construction, cultivate educated workers with all-round development of morality, intelligence, sports, beauty and labor, and socialist consciousness, the key lies in teachers. Yes, teacher, what a sacred profession; teacher, what a great profession. In my heart, there was a teacher I will never forget -- Mr. Wang.
Although Mr. Wang only taught me for two years, his warning and smile seemed to reverberate in my ears. I still remember that Mr. Wang often told us jokes in class to let us relax; I still remember that Mr. Wang did experiments in class in order to let us know more about the text; I still remember that Mr. Wang reasoned with the students who made mistakes. In the past, I always thought that Chinese should write composition and read and analyze. I didn't like Chinese, but since I met Mr. Wang, I gradually felt that Chinese was not as difficult as I thought, and began to like Chinese. All these things are unforgettable to me. But there is one thing I still remember. At that time, I failed in the math exam. The math teacher not only criticized me in class, but also called me to the office after class. This was another serious blow to my injured heart. I couldn't listen to the next class. Mr. Wang saw all this. He called me to the office, asked me to sit down and asked me what happened. I told Mr. Wang one by one. He patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said: 'it's normal to make a mistake. When Mr. Wang was a child, he was worse than you in the exam many times. Remember: failure is success The mother of merit. If you don't do well this time, as long as you don't make the same mistake in the next exam, the teacher believes you can do it. I have tears in my eyes. I secretly remember all these words in my mind. In the next exam, I am very serious and careful. Finally, my kung fu is up to those who want to. I got the first grade in my class. I owe all this to Mr. Wang.
Good teacher in my heart, good friend in my eyes, teacher Wang, I will never forget you! About the teacher's composition: miss you my dear teacher 600 words Dear teacher, I really miss you, since you left that moment, I did not stop missing, the first day of junior high school, I was still very naive, often and you have a temper, play temperament, do not know heaven and earth's thick cry, but you always like a big sister, not angry with me, now, we separated, I know, your love, your gentle, you I'm very tolerant. So collect your smiling face like a red apple and keep the happy time forever.
Dear teacher, do you know? Because of your appearance, so I love English, love English class, forever, forever. The sea will not change. With your class, my thoughts will not float to the clouds, and there will be no annoying sleepers to disturb my thoughts. I will not be attracted by the students' love and chatting all over the world. I will listen attentively and sincerely, afraid to miss every word you say, afraid to miss every gentle smile you have, afraid to forget every word you have said, so many times The first test, English is my pride, my pride. I am very happy, but I want to say to you with tears in my eyes: 'thank you, my dear teacher'.
I go to school happily and go home happily. Finally one day, I can no longer see you, looking for every corner of the campus, but not even a moving back, I am sad and disappointed. But I came
When I got to your office, your position was empty and there was nothing. I was very sad and my eyes were red. But I didn't want to leave and say goodbye to you. Standing there for a long time, I didn't move. For a moment, you were wearing a lovely dress with my favorite little bear hairpin in your hair. Holding a book in my hand, you came to me with a light step and said: 'I love you What are you doing? Why don't you go home? I don't know how to say it for a moment. I quickly walk to you and want to cry on your shoulder. But when I got closer, I found that it was just a dream. The next morning, I cheered up and asked the head teacher, only to know that you will not come back, went to the branch school as an English teacher. I was like a bolt from the blue. From then on, I can't see the kindness, the encouragement and the spring.
Once, after chatting with a friend, she told me that you had a meeting in our school. I excitedly let her repeat several times, very happy. For the school notice, I want to see a clear, clear, will never give up any chance to meet you, but unfortunately, not once. Dear teacher, would you like to have another meeting?
Red leaves pick up her fallen memory, and snow releases her distant thoughts. Dear teacher, do you hear me? I miss you so much. About the teacher's composition: my good teacher 500 words, she, with a faint fragrance, exudes a strong scholarly atmosphere, sometimes seems to be mixed with a little childish, she loves to smile, but also always smile so sweet. She is like glass, sincere but easy to break, sometimes she will be angry with us, secretly wipe tears in the office. Sometimes we make us laugh and cry, and we don't have the heart to talk about us. This is her teacher Xiaoying.
Sometimes I do not understand the problem, she will gently put her hand on my shoulder, my heart is like a rabbit like thumping, she seems to understand my mind, slightly smile to me, my heart has a sweet feeling, like eating honey! Her hair fell on me and floated across my cheek, with a faint fragrance.
Before, such a thing happened. Maybe you would scold us loudly
The classroom was in a mess, with noises, screams, laughter, shouts... Reverberating in the corridor, as if no one heard the harsh bell. She stood at the door and was quiet, but it was inevitable to whisper. Her incredible eyes staring at me, I had a kind of indescribable embarrassment, face gradually red up, head down. What's in her eyes? Tears or anger? She crept in, slow and light. As if with a stream of anger, but mixed with some disappointment. I don't know what she thinks, but I can understand her. I thought she would criticize us when she came in, but she just laughed. I thought it was the eve of the storm, but I misunderstood her. I really regretted it. We all waited for the delayed criticism with our heads down. There was an unspeakable regret in our hearts. She didn't say anything, but she was very attentive in class. I listened very carefully throughout the whole class. The first time I was so attentive, I didn't want the teachers to worry about it all the time, because most of their lives were for us Student service!
The teacher is like a lamp, even in the dark place can also be bright!
The teacher lights others with candles and burns himself. About the teacher's composition: my mind's good teacher 800 words, my mind kept flashing are the shadow of the teacher. Our teacher is so amiable and approachable. When I saw her for the first time, her kindness and approachability made my heart at ease. In my mind, treasure