As the saying goes: "One day as a teacher, life as a father." Teachers, like our parents, think of us everywhere. Teachers often advise us to have lofty aspirations, and she often tells us earnestly; "If you are not afraid of the long road, you are afraid of short ambitions." In order to let each of us set a lofty goal, the teacher asked each of us to make a card and let us write our ambitions on the card and hand them over to him. The teacher said that after many years, she would check whether we have achieved our ambitions.
Mentors are like good friends. Old people often say: "Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find." The teacher is our best bosom friend. I remember when I went on a spring outing this year, I was worried about carsickness as soon as I got on the bus, and I was very nervous. At this time, the teacher came up to me and sat down beside me with a smile. She handed me a bag of red bayberry and said; "Sister Zheng, have a dried Yangmei and look far away, so it's not easy to get carsick." But I still feel like I'm climbing mountains. I couldn't help falling asleep on my teacher's lap. I don't know how long it took before the teacher woke me up with a smile, and I realized that I had reached my destination. Fortunately, I have such a teacher as my companion, otherwise I would be very lonely along the way.
Thank you, dear teacher, because of your concern, we are a little happier. In this special festival, I want to say to the teacher; "Teacher, you have surpassed the teacher."
2. My favorite teacher for writing a composition is about 600 words. Fish can't live without water, birds can't live without trees, and we can't grow without teachers. As the saying goes, children who don't meet a good teacher are potential criminals. This shows how important a good teacher is to our growth. Teachers are like spring breeze, blowing us new ideas and vitality; Teachers give us knowledge and truth like the warm wind in summer; Teachers look at our mistakes and shortcomings, like the cool breeze in autumn; Always like the cold wind in winter, mercilessly blowing away our miscellaneous tents and stains. I love my teachers because they contribute silently 365 days a year. My favorite teacher is Miss Wang. She has long hair and bright eyes. Teacher Wang has taught us Chinese since the fifth grade. She teaches us to read and write ... We are delicate flowers, and the teacher is a gardener. We grew up under the cultivation of gardeners. We are fish, our teacher is the sea, and we swim in the vast sea. I like Miss Wang's teaching methods, her unique opinions, her strict and loving attitude and her earnest work. She talks to her classmates with a bright smile every day. Although she criticized her classmates for being very strict, she has a very good temper. She is serious about her homework and strict about quality and writing. In quality, she doesn't allow us to have typos, in writing. She asked us to write neatly and the papers should be neat. I know the teacher wants us to keep the papers clean so as not to deduct points. Teacher Wang also taught us how to summarize paragraphs, how to understand words and phrases, and how to read Tang poetry and Song poetry. When we don't understand, the teacher will explain it to us clearly. Miss Wang is very responsible. Sometimes she tells us old stories, and everyone listens with relish. That story is like a rich table. Gradually, it becomes the nutrition for our healthy growth. Teacher, you are a small lamp in the dark, which illuminates our hearts, drives away the darkness and brings us hope and strength. Teacher, you are a big ship in the sea, taking us swimming in the ocean of knowledge and teaching us the skills of survival; Teacher, you are a stone on the road, silently paving the track of history ... Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless and the most sacred. Flowers should thank the sunshine, because it nourishes them. Flowers should thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The goshawk should thank the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountain should thank the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; The earth wants to thank the grass, because the grass makes it beautiful ... I want to thank my teacher, who taught me knowledge and made me grow up healthily. I love you, teacher.
3. How to write a composition with my Chinese teacher as the topic? There is a Chinese teacher in our class. She has an apple-like face, thick eyebrows, a big nose and a pair of bright glasses on sickle-like ears. Nothing can escape her eyes. Thick lips are always explaining countless interesting knowledge and truth to us. No wonder the students listen to the Chinese teacher so much. I like to ask the Chinese teacher to give us lessons. Teachers are very concerned about us, for example, once. The handwriting written by a classmate named Shi Chaoyi in the class is always messy and untidy. After the teacher saw it, he sat next to Shi Chaoyi in a Chinese class and watched him write a whole class. With the help of the teacher, Shi Chaoyi's handwriting is still a little scrawled. The teacher is strict with us and has great prestige among the students! Once, the PE teacher watched us running around on the playground, but it was useless for her to keep shouting. When we passed the teaching building, the Chinese teacher just came down. Seeing that we were running slowly, she just shouted, "Run faster!" " We run neatly ... not only that, the teacher is also very smart, and sometimes she uses irony or prizes to guide her classmates to love learning ... She works hard to teach us knowledge and grow up with us. We really should thank her.
4. How to write a composition that teachers admire? How to write 400 words? Everything in the past will become a kind memory, and everything that has passed away will know its value-I miss the few minutes you took us through.
Today, in a distant place, your students fold yesterday you gave into a boat of memory and let it float in the lake of missing ... In the near future, no matter whether I become a tall poplar or a low grass, teacher, I will pay tribute to you with the green of life! May cheerful songs haunt you all the time; May happy years be with you forever. When we picked the harvest fruit, you left yourself with white hair dyed with chalk dust.
I want to look into your eyes again, listen to your lecture again, and shake your hand. Thank you sincerely, sincerely.
Sincere blessing represents a grateful heart. When you open this little card, may your happiness and wishes be satisfied at the same time! May the teacher, like the high sun, give us warmth, so we love you; Teachers, like the raging sea, give us enthusiasm, and we respect you for it; Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, left us their own fruits, and we respect you for this; Teachers, like loyal scalpers, give us their labor and we will serve you! Li Shangyin, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a famous sentence praising the teacher, "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn the wick", which brings the perseverance, loyalty and dedication of spring silkworms to the extreme and becomes a famous sentence sung through the ages.
People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything".
"Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "
Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning. Candle-the most warm and moving title candle originated from the famous sentence of Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Candle tears are exhausted every night".
People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".
Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Bow your head and be a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of the ox. Later, people used the word "cow" to describe people who are willing to serve the people and make selfless contributions. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor.
Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox".
The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country.
Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment. Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people are like spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.
I admire you for warming every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions. Countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy. They are so magical ―― ah, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my mind! You respect sincerity and honesty, which is regarded as the rule of life.
You are a model in the eyes of our students. I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher, you.
You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously.
This is the tall image you left in my heart. In my heart, you are the most severe father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher.
Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a kind of character and personality, which will always be treasured in the depths of my memory. Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.
Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever! Don't hesitate to burn yourself, release all the heat and all the light.
5. How to write my teacher's 300-word composition? You were the most beautiful at that moment.
In the flowing time, I once again think of your face better than fireworks, and think of the sunset that day. ...
In a pair of immature eyes, a warm figure appeared, and it was unforgettable to unload the warm seat in the rain. Therefore, whenever the rain blows across the earth, under the dense light, your figure is looming, changing your style, lingering in your heart ... memories pour in, and the picture vaguely shows the dusk of the movie. The girl stood at the end of the corridor behind her, and the torrential rain crossed the sky. As the picture goes away, everything seems to have gone back to the past. Aside from that wall, during that time, broken memories were intertwined into sweet dreams again. ...
I will always remember that evening, the kindergarten students were picked up by their parents and held in their arms. When I was at the kindergarten gate, I was alone at the end of the corridor, as if a sudden storm had isolated me from the outside world. With the passage of time, heaven and earth gradually became a black and white world, black as death and dazzling white, so naturally it became the earth and the earth became the sky. It's just that I can't blend into this cold world. ...
Fantasy over and over again, at the other end of the corridor, a figure will suddenly appear, calling to me: daughter, don't be afraid, mom is coming to pick you up. I must jump up at once and let all the time I am afraid stay under her warm body temperature. However, for a long time, this person did not appear. I heard you. At this time, a song called "Loneliness" began to ring in the ancient distance ... Time always flies, and fear began to spread all over the body, devouring every inch of the body. I looked at the empty campus, as if there was something hidden in every dark corner, staring at me. From all directions. I rushed into the rain and let it wreak havoc on me. Is it cold? I can't feel it anymore. I fell in the rain again and again and stood up again and again. The wound was bleeding, but I didn't respond. I just ran forward. I only hope to see the familiar flower umbrella and kind face at the school gate. But, nothing. Mom, I knew you would come! So I stood stubbornly in the rain for a long time. ...
At the empty school gate, the wind is shaking at will, crossing a series of hypocritical defense lines, and confidence collapses in the ruins. Mom, don't you want me? I leaned feebly against the wall and fell to the ground. Suddenly, I saw a pair of big shoes on the ground. I don't know when the wind will no longer pierce my heart; I don't know when the rain will no longer be mixed with tears; I don't know when there is a sky above my head; I don't know when I have someone to snuggle up to ... when I look up, a familiar face comes into view, thin water vapor. I can't see the expression on her face clearly, but I feel the warmth I have never felt before. All feelings are produced in an instant, without reservation or stagnation.
Your face approached me, and when my eyes met, I finally saw your face clearly. So, I murmured, "Teacher, you are so beautiful …".
6. How to write a good teacher composition Teacher Ni is in his thirties, of medium build, with short black hair and big eyes full of wisdom.
Can you believe her big gentle eyes are different ―― they can talk! Whenever I make progress, her eyes seem to say, "You are good, you are good!" "Whenever I come to the classroom to clean up early in the morning, her eyes seem to say," You are really a hardworking little bee! " "If I am absent-minded in class, her eyes remind me:" Come to class! " "Last week, Mr. Ni's family of three participated in the' Green Family' environmental knowledge competition in Xinbei District. The students can't wait to ask the teacher: "Did the teacher win the prize?" "Guess!" Teacher Ni smiled and said that you must have won the prize! ""Oh, why? " "Your eyes told us!" "There are two words clearly written in your eyes-success!" "Know me, you too!" Teacher Ni smiled more happily.
"In fact, anything, as long as you do it seriously, will have a chance of success! Son, don't you think so? " We totally believe it. Teacher Ni's class is different.
According to the latest statistics, among all the teachers, Teacher Ni is the most popular. There is no boundary between teachers and students in her class, and several naughty boys are even more proud to come to her class.
Her lecture was full of emotion and interest. After a class, everyone was full of energy and high spirits. When she asked questions, she asked her classmates to answer them, using a modifier: "My class represents" and "my little assistant", as if friendship is "iron".
If that classmate answers brilliantly, she will say "Please sit down, very good", which makes us laugh. When giving lectures, she likes to use some interesting gestures and vivid metaphors to help us understand.
For example, once talking about the shape of the earth, she said, "Remember, the shape of the earth is like an olive you usually like to eat, but it is a deformed olive with a big end and a small end." With that, she drew a very large olive-shaped "earth" in front of her with both hands. That's really interesting! In laughter, we easily remembered what she taught.
Before the mid-term exam, the teachers were busy explaining various problems to us because of their intense study. Their faces are tense all day, and it is difficult to find a smile except fatigue. Except for Teacher Ni, she still came into the classroom with a smile, which made us feel warm.
I remember one time, she went to the classroom for an early class and rewarded some students who made progress in their studies. She is carrying a big bag, which is mysterious.
What is this? She smiled and said, "The lollipop inside is a reward for you ..." When the words were spoken, the classroom exploded. How can I be regarded as a boy? She went on to say, "This is my daughter's favorite lollipop since she was a child." The classroom was suddenly quiet again, and the students who received the prize came on stage happily, holding lollipops in their hands and coming back happily; Those who didn't win the prize looked around and were happy at a glance.
Students can't bear to eat or lick. Think about themselves and teachers' children. It's sweet to the heart. Every day after school, Teacher Ni comes home very late, always sitting alone in the office reading.
What book is she reading, so engrossed? Once, I finally lost my curiosity and gently knocked on the office door. "Ni teacher, what book is so beautiful? Can I borrow it? " I picked up the book and read it. I suddenly realized, "It's a self-taught book in Jiangsu! I can't understand it. "
Teacher Ni stroked my head and smiled. Her eyes told me, "When you grow up, you will understand!" .
7. How to write a good teacher's composition ~ Teacher, I want to say to you: You have worked hard!
You are like a candle, burning and consuming yourself constantly, illuminating our bright future and warming our young hearts; You are like an industrious gardener, watering and fertilizing our seedlings, so that we can thrive. I often think like this: Is the silver thread in your temple stained with chalk dust? We made the fine lines around your eyes one by one, didn't we?
Teacher, I want to say thank you. In these four years, you have taught me a lot, not only let me understand a lot of knowledge, but also let me understand the truth of life. Under the guidance of your teacher, my composition has also made great progress and my grades have gradually improved. I am very grateful to you for this.
Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. We have sunshine and rain.
The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.
A good teacher in my heart, she should have broad love. Teacher, you are like dew, gently sprinkled on the strong new seedlings.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you are great. You are like a spring silkworm, quietly weaving our ideal silk thread. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to thrive under your hard care ... I love you. "
These, perhaps, are the words of a wayward child who is spoiled by you.
8. How to write a composition untitled It was a long time before I met her, but even longer after we broke up, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There is no road from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! Praise the teacher. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher, and arrived as scheduled. Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival. We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast. The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. The teacher praised others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, and you are still whistling happily. Your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums. Celebrate Teachers' Day. It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring. Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily. The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow. Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath for my dear teacher and mother. It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words. Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats. Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth. We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves. People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life. Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers. The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young. When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society. Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest. Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good.
9. How to write a case with the teacher's eyes? Once the wind chimes of memory are gently shaken, they will make a beautiful movement. The traces left by these years have become beating notes, so fresh and natural, just like angels dancing. In particular, the teacher's eyes have become angels, playing the hardest. If the brain is one, then the teacher's eyes are the brightest stars. If the brain is a desert, then the teacher's eyes are the only standing willow, which will never be buried by the wind and sand. Teacher's eyes are the wind, blowing my heart. The teacher's eyes are flowers, adding icing on the cake to my life building. My teacher's surname is Yu, with short curly hair, sharp ears and glib tongue. The most special thing is her talking eyes. I remember once in a Chinese class, the teacher explained the composition on the podium, and I listened carefully below. Gradually, I got tired of it. I can't help but take out the newly bought rice from my schoolbag and put it in the drawer of my desk. It looks like one page, two pages with relish ... At this time, I saw a funny cartoon character: a mouthful of teeth. I can't help laughing when I look at it. In class, my laughter is so loud and harsh. When my deskmate touched me suggestively, I immediately realized that the situation was not good and quickly looked at the podium. At this time, the teacher stopped writing, turned around, glanced at the classroom with his eyes, and finally stopped looking at me and smiled darkly. I suddenly have a strong feeling. I jumped up from my seat with a whoosh, quickly stuffed the comic book into the drawer, looked at the teacher in fear, but stood still. The students all laughed and looked at me with a little schadenfreude, as if waiting for the next good show to begin. The teacher was very angry, his head was on fire, his nose was blowing hot air, and his serious eyes stared at me for two minutes. But I didn't say a word. The teacher's eyes turned my sadness into a tearful atrium, and the tearful atrium fell into the abyss of pain. I looked at the teacher guiltily, feeling that the teacher's eyes were telling me something, as if to say, "You should listen carefully, learn knowledge well, and don't let the teacher down." Realizing that I was wrong, I lowered my head and said to the teacher, "Teacher, I was wrong. Let me correct it, OK?"? The teacher made peace and went on with the lecture. I listened carefully and put the comic book aside. I got an A in that composition. I want to say to my teacher, "Thank you for your eyes! Let me get lost "Indeed, after the hongxia rain, the teacher's eyes revived a surviving soul, and her eyes saved a sinking soul. Another time, I'm going to give a speech on stage. I'm afraid I can't speak well. When I dawdled on the podium and looked at my classmates helplessly, I saw the teacher's encouraging eyes again, as if to say to me, "Come on, come on!" Suddenly, I found that the expectant eyes seemed to be a source, with strength surging from the bottom of my heart and blood stirring in my pulse. Friendly eyes kindled my confidence. I plucked up my courage and successfully finished my speech. At this time, I want to say to my teacher, "Thank you for your eyes, because you gave me courage and confidence when I was timid, so that I could overcome all difficulties." Teacher, I love you. Autumn wind seems to convey the teacher's endless love. I hope it can travel through time and space and be everywhere, so that children far away from home can feel the warmth of Teacher Yu. If you are outside the World Brotherhood article, please put the problem in the learning aid category of educational science next time, not in ophthalmology. Actually, I am a senior one student, not an ophthalmologist, so I don't write a composition to help you improve your writing ability. If I were a real ophthalmologist, I would never do it.