My teacher writes people.

My teacher writes a model essay 1. My math teacher is surnamed Zhang. She has a serious Chinese face, bright eyes and a closed mouth, which gives people a very dignified feeling. As you expected, our teacher Zhang is also very strict.

I remember writing a math homework once, and the topic was very simple. I watched TV while doing my homework, and then I rushed to school.

In the first class in the afternoon, Mr. Zhang took the corrected homework to the podium and put more than a dozen homework on the podium. Then look around the classroom. When her eyes looked at me, those angry and stern eyes made my heart jump for no reason, as if I had missed a beat.

Teacher Zhang picked up the horizontal batch of homework above and calmly began to call the roll: "People who have wrong questions in their homework at noon …" When an homework was turned over, my heart beat fast. Wang Xiaoming! When I heard the teacher calling my name, I suddenly panicked, because this was the first time I heard the teacher calling my name so angrily.

She called me to the podium and scolded me in front of the whole class. I dare not look up from beginning to end, let alone look at Mr. Zhang's face. I really wanted to find a hole to get into. When my palm felt pain, Teacher Zhang hit my hand with a pointer. I feel that time has stood still, leaving only three striking red bars in my hand.

After class, I wrote a note to the teacher with regret and guilt, telling her that I knew I was wrong and asking her to forgive my carelessness. I won't make such a low-level mistake again. I dare not talk to teacher Zhang directly, dare not look her in the eye, from beginning to end.

After that, I became more serious about my homework. Because I expect the teacher to look at me with approval, then I must look up and see my reflection in the teacher's eyes.

Thank you! My teacher. Your strictness, your words and deeds have given me motivation to study. You said, this is just a blessing in disguise. It takes ten years to plant trees and a hundred years to educate people. I'll never forget my kindness!

My teacher has been writing model essay 2 for almost two years. When I close my eyes, I can still clearly see her kind face and figure-Miss Zhao, the head teacher of my primary school.

In my memory, Miss Zhao is a very kind and responsible teacher. She is about to retire, her chubby cheeks are always smiling, and her warm bright eyes are full of smiles.

When I was a child, I was really not sensible, but Miss Zhao was so kind to us.

Once in a Chinese class, Teacher Zhao asked the whole class to recite the text. That time, I didn't recite it seriously at all, but the cat leaned her head on her ass and peeped at children's literature with relish. Miss Zhao stepped down from the podium to make a tour. I was attracted by the wonderful stories in children's literature and didn't notice that Miss Zhao was standing next to me.

"Wei Wei. Why don't you endorse it? "

I paused, turned my head and found that Miss Zhao was quietly looking at my seat. I quickly put away the children's literature.

At that time, my head was buried very low and my face was burning. I thought it was all over, but the teacher caught me red-handed. I wonder what she will do to me.

However, Mr. Zhao didn't confiscate my book, but gently said to me, "Now class is on. You see, the students are so serious about reciting, but you waste valuable classroom time reading children's literature. " Now recite it quickly, the text "Winter in Songfangxi" is very interesting! "

When Mr. Zhao said these words, although her voice was very light, it hit my heart like a small hammer. I really regretted it at that time. The teacher taught us hard, and I ...

Later, I quickly recited the article "Winter in Songfangxi" before class.

"It's snowing. It has snowed in Songfanghe River. Snow is like catkins, and snow is like dandelion's fluffy seeds ... "So far, I still remember those beautiful poems.

After class, Teacher Zhao often participates in our game activities. Once, before she went to exercise that day, we girls played guessing games on the playground. Suddenly, two chubby hands covered my eyes. When I thought for a long time and didn't know who it was, my hand let go. I looked back and it was Miss Zhao. She grinned at me. Miss Zhao doesn't have the airs of those old teachers. She really looks like our big friend!

During the winter and summer vacations, she led us out to play. Zhoukoudian, China National Park and Hongluo Temple all left our footprints.

During the graduation exam, we were nervous and anxious. Teacher Zhao kept cheering for us and helping us to review for the exam seriously. The exam is over, and our class's Chinese performance is ideal, ranking first in the whole region. I also got a good score of 96.5.

When I entered middle school, how I missed my primary school teacher Zhao! Is she retired? I don't know if my health is good. Although I haven't seen her for a long time, I will never forget her sweet smile and serious teaching.

Ah, Miss Zhao, my mentor and friend!

My teacher writer Fan Wen, with nostalgia for any teacher and curiosity about the new teacher, has welcomed a new head teacher, Mr. Zhang.

From the moment I reported that Mr. Zhang entered the classroom, I felt that Mr. Zhang was a very amiable person. Her voice, sweet smile and kind expression always fascinate me. Although we have only been together for a few days, I have fallen in love with this serious and unconventional "special" teacher.

Teacher Zhang was very kind when he gave us a lecture. The sound is like a crisp oriole, so euphemistic and beautiful. She constantly encouraged us to speak actively, the students were enthusiastic and the whole classroom atmosphere was mobilized. When class is over, Mr. Zhang will be more amiable! Just like our big sister, the sweet smile is always on her lips, and the students are surrounded by Mr. Zhang like cabbage on the third floor outside. Some people ask her questions, some nag her, some share books with her ... Teacher Zhang always treats every classmate with a warm heart, without favoring anyone, just like her own children.

Teacher Zhang is amiable and serious, which is true. Once a classmate made a mistake, Mr. Zhang immediately turned against him and began to criticize and encourage him (her) earnestly. Let him or her realize his or her mistakes and correct them in time. Teacher Zhang is even more meticulous when correcting our homework. Each article is written with detailed slogans, such as beautiful language and neat fonts. A little progress is a big step in teacher Zhang's eyes. She will "encourage" progressive students, praise them in class without stint, and then encourage them not to be proud and continue to work hard. She will also send school letters to parents to tell each child about their recent study and communicate with them. ......

Why do you want to say that Teacher Zhang is heartless? In fact, this is not cruel to us. On the contrary, when Mr. Zhang sees typos, he will circle them mercilessly in his homework and will not relax at all. Another point is that it is time to recite the text. When reciting the text for teacher Zhang, you should be mentally prepared! Because teacher Zhang is particularly "heartless". A small phenomenon of missing words and adding words may make you sit down and recite again, so you have no chance, so students in our class can almost recite the text backwards.

Teacher Zhang, it will be Teacher's Day in a few days. Teachers are a glorious profession. He is a diligent gardener who cultivates countless pillars and is a respectable profession! On September 10 Teacher's Day, bloggers did not forget to bring a blessing and greeting to the teachers, so that the respectable teachers could relax their overworked bodies. Here, I wish Teacher Zhang a happy Teacher's Day and all the teachers in the world a happy holiday! This blog post is a teacher's day gift for teacher Zhang. I hope Mr Zhang Can will accept my idea!

My teacher writes model essay 4. Teacher, what a sweet name and sacred position. It is they who let us swim in the ocean of knowledge and let us know more. They are the golden keys to the treasure house of knowledge.

Teachers, like gardeners, carefully cultivate the flowers of the motherland and make them thrive;

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves silently in the vast sea of learning, pointing out the direction for us;

Teachers are like mulberry trees, offering silently and asking for nothing in return. Without the character of mulberry, there would be no spirit of spring silkworm.

Teachers are like ...

Teacher, I want to praise you! Praise your efforts; Praise your selflessness; Like everything you have done for the flowers of the motherland!

Teacher Yang is my first teacher.

Meeting her is like seeing a lighthouse in the vast sea. It was she who lit up my way forward.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, Teacher Yang played castanets for us. I think this is very interesting. When Teacher Yang collected the toys, I didn't hand them in, but put them in my pocket. At that time, I didn't think this behavior was bad, but I thought it was wrong. As a result, Mr. Yang found out, and she asked me to hand it in, but I refused to hand it in anyway. Teacher Yang earnestly warned me: "People can't take other people's things for themselves just because they like something. This is a thief's behavior, which is wrong. " Teacher Yang said a lot of things that I didn't understand at that time, but I only vaguely remember the general idea: "If you don't have something, you can't take it away, even if you like it again."

Teacher Yang not only made me understand right and wrong, but also made me understand the true meaning and shining point of life. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the dark. Every time it gets dark, I'm scared. If the class suddenly loses power and looks so dark, I will scream in fear. Darkness has always been my "heart disease". After discovering this, Teacher Yang taught me a poem: "Black gives me dark eyes, but I use it to find light." In the future, whenever it gets dark, I will recite this poem silently. Over time, I am no longer afraid of the darkness. When I was a child, I didn't understand that "dark night" not only refers to the dark night, but also refers to the "difficulties and setbacks" that are inevitable in life-the "oasis" for finding hope from "black eyes" and the "desert" for difficulties and setbacks. I also learned to face all the misfortunes in life bravely and meet the challenges of fate.

Teacher Yang taught me the truth of being a man, the difficulties and setbacks I may encounter in my life, and cultivated my interest in literature. Miss Yang, my first teacher, I thank her!

My teacher writes model essay 5. I have a knowledgeable and friendly teacher. Her big bright eyes reveal simplicity and warmth. She did her best for education and always cared about us. She is the head teacher of our class-Miss Wang.

I remember when I first transferred to this class, I was timid and unfamiliar with Mr. Wang. When the teacher asked questions in class, I hardly raised my hand, just lowered my head and thought silently, fearing that the teacher would call me. The teacher "Zhang Yanan" just called my name. At that time, my heart was pounding with fear, for fear that I would make a joke if I answered wrong. But "military orders are like a mountain", I have to stand up slowly and answer the teacher's questions hesitantly, and my voice is so small that mosquitoes hum. But the teacher didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "The answer is completely correct. It would be better if the voice was louder. " The teacher's encouragement flowed all over the body like a warm current. From then on, as long as I know the teacher's questions, I can actively raise my hand to answer them, and my voice is loud, and both teachers and classmates cast favorable eyes on me. I know what encouragement is from her eyes.

Teacher Wang not only encourages us in our studies, but also tolerates our mistakes. I remember one time, Zhou Wenqiang didn't hand in his homework, but the teacher found it when correcting our homework. In class, the teacher didn't call his name in public, but called him into the office after class and told him a lot of truth. He looked at the teacher's warm eyes and listened to the teacher's earnest teachings. Since then, Zhou Wenqiang has never made the same mistake.

Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, pruning and cutting leaves for us. In order to make us bloom more brilliantly, you have made great efforts. Teacher, please believe that I will repay you with excellent results.

My teacher, writer Fan Wen 6, speaking of teachers, our teacher Ma is the best. She has a slightly longer face, big eyes, curved eyebrows and a ponytail.

The teacher is always smiling and affable. He often plays with us after class. Make us laugh. The teacher's dress is very ordinary. I went to ask the teacher why he didn't dress like other teachers. Answer honestly: "In fact, it doesn't matter what you wear, what matters is the beauty of your heart. Just dress calmly and generously. I thought to myself: the teacher is a kind person. She earns money to spend for herself, but for her family.

Teachers care about our study, growth and health. We are always told to pay attention to safety after school every day. Be strict with yourself and set an example for us everywhere. Every day, the teacher opens and closes the window, and the last one leaves the classroom. The teacher has rich teaching experience, flexible and diverse methods and is good at encouraging. With the encouragement of the teacher, every student has made great progress. Cultivate our autonomous learning ability. We have all developed the good habit of thinking independently.

This is our teacher, an ordinary person. From the teacher, I feel that the teacher is amiable, a model, self-sacrificing and willing to contribute. Our teacher is estimated to be over 40 years old, but she is still a beautiful young and energetic female teacher in our hearts.

My teacher writer, Fan Wen, has taught me many teachers since childhood. Some teachers have gradually disappeared with the loss of memory, but there is one teacher I will never forget. She is my present head teacher, Miss Zhong.

Miss Zhong's bright eyes are hung with two thin curved eyebrows. The students in our class are very playful, especially the boys, but the teacher is very strict in management, especially in endorsement and homework. We must recite all the texts that are required of us. One day, the teacher said that she wanted to recite. First, she asked Liao Ting to carry her. When Liao Ting doesn't recite it, the teacher asks her to recite it on her balcony every afternoon. As long as she does, she doesn't have to go. Some students think that the teacher is punishing Liao Ting. I think Liao Ting should thank the teacher. The teacher made her remember more knowledge in this way.

For many students, writing is just to complete the task, and it doesn't make much sense. Don't worry about it. "Ding, Ding ..." The teacher had to check his homework. The teacher saw Xie Gang's handwriting in a mess and asked, "Do you watch TV when you do your homework?" Xie Gang nodded his head. Miss Zhong said angrily, "No wonder your homework is so sloppy. How can you learn it as well as you do? " Doing homework is not a task and cannot be ignored. One should practice calligraphy well from an early age. As long as you practice handwriting first, you will lay the foundation for future achievements. "After listening to the teacher's words, I can't help but sigh: How much Mr. Zhong cares about us and always teaches us what to do for our future.

"Teachers are engineers of the human soul …" Mr. Zhong, I admire your selfless dedication; I envy you, Miss Zhong, because you have trained countless students ... Miss Zhong, I must be a conscientious and talented people's teacher like you when I grow up.

The model essay 8 written by my teacher is called Gao X. She is tall, with big eyes and a high nose under her thin eyebrows. Below is a cherry mouth. She is about thirty years old and has a very humorous speech.

When the head teacher gave a lecture, she first opened the textbook and gave us a smile. Then, let's review the last lesson and start the class. At first, we were still not fully integrated into the text, but after about ten minutes, we were attracted by the course taught by the teacher and gradually learned about the text, as if being brought into the ocean of knowledge by the teacher. Together with the teacher, we braved the wind and waves to solve various problems and talked. Every time, we feel that the Chinese class is too short. Every time, we can gain a lot of knowledge, just like greedy young trees absorbing the nutrition of the earth. After class, we all said that the teacher was really humorous. We understand a truth or knowledge from her humorous language. Teachers often use a riddle or a brain teaser to make us remember how to write a word, which will make us unforgettable all our lives. Our knowledge is accumulated from her humorous sentences.

Once, a classmate didn't do his homework, but said he left it at home. All our classmates knew it was a lie, but the teacher didn't say anything. She only said: "The cooked duck flew into the sky" and said nothing. Later, I realized that it was a two-part allegorical saying that a cooked duck flew into the sky-a big lie. Only then did I know that the teacher was gently telling him the mistake. Since then, this classmate has never lied or stopped doing his homework.

This is my head teacher, a humorous and persuasive teacher. She used her humorous language to bring us to the treasure house of knowledge. I admire you, my teacher, my head teacher!

My teacher writes model essay 9 In my five-year primary school career, my favorite teacher is my Chinese teacher, Miss Liu.

She is of medium height, with big eyes, crescent eyebrows, glib mouth and black hair. It looks very amiable.

I remember it was a winter morning, and it was very cold, MINUS ten degrees Celsius. But I had an embarrassing day with my mother, so I deliberately went to school without wearing the clothes my mother said, only wearing a thin sweater. After a while, I was frozen stiff, so I had to lean against the heater as much as possible. But I was in class, so this action only lasted for a while and was discovered by the teacher. The teacher thought I wasn't listening carefully, so I got angry, taught me a few words, and then I continued to lecture. Although I am cold, I won't be stupid enough to risk being discovered by the teacher again to keep warm. I finally put up with the third class, and the third class is Chinese. I sat in my seat, curled up like a hibernating hedgehog. Teacher Liu found my abnormality and walked towards me. I thought to myself: it's over, it's over. This will definitely be scolded. But teacher Liu's reaction was far beyond my expectation. She came up to me gently and asked, "What's the matter with you?" I answered truthfully, "I'm too cold." If I shrink together, I can become warmer. " Hearing this, Mr. Liu quickly took off his coat and put it on me You know, Mr. Liu was catching a cold at that time. I heard it's serious. He's still taking injections! "Ding, Ding", when the bell rang, I quickly took off my clothes and returned them to Mr. Liu, intending to warm my hands and feet by the heater. But Mr. Liu grabbed me and dragged me to the office. I think: broken, the teacher will eventually criticize me. It's over. It's over. I'm completely finished. Just when I was desperate, Teacher Liu brought me a cup of hot water. I looked at the teacher at a loss, only to hear Mr. Liu say, "Drink some hot water quickly and get warm." I suddenly felt a warm current rushing all over my body. Because the office is small and there are many radiators, it is warmer than the classroom. Besides, the teacher's hot water soon made me feel much warmer. Teacher Liu asked me, "Why are you wearing so little? Did you forget to watch the weather forecast? " I looked down and said, "No, it's because my mother and I are at odds and deliberately don't wear thick clothes." The teacher listened to my serious criticism and said, "How did this happen?" Because anger will freeze yourself, which is not good! In case I catch a cold and get sick, I will feel uncomfortable and delay my homework. "I bowed my head in shame. Just then, the bell rang. The teacher said, "well, don't make such a mistake again next time, do you hear?" "Well, let's go to class." "Yes," I answered loudly.

When I walked out of the office, I was warm and didn't feel cold at all.