My teacher wrote 600 words and 5 articles.

There is always a person who silently dedicates to you, a person who illuminates the road for you at night, and a person who works tirelessly for you. Besides parents, that person should be a teacher. ......

My teacher

There is always a person who silently dedicates to you, a person who illuminates the road for you at night, and a person who works tirelessly for you. Besides parents, that person should be a teacher.

What impressed me was my math teacher in grade six. We haven't been together long, only in the sixth grade. In fact, I hate him sometimes. I can't help it When we were in physical education class, he always came to our classroom to smoke. It let us go for a while, and at first glance we saw the teacher he had made, and sometimes it made us cough a few times. Besides, I didn't like the smell of cigarettes since I was a child, but after a long time, we got used to it.

The teacher is not very tall, slightly taller than me at that time, and slightly fat. He always has a small belly and looks at the west as if he is idle. But who doesn't know that he always fights under the lamp at night, approves homework and prepares new lessons for us. The most distinctive thing is his voice. When I first heard it, I froze for a moment, then looked up and stared at it for a long time with surprised eyes, and then slowly lowered my head to do what I should do. I shouldn't be the only one who has such a reaction, because his voice is too distinctive. At first glance, it feels like an empress, but the tone of voice is very low, which proves that this is a man's voice.

The teacher is very humorous, and there are always some catchwords in class from time to time. It's been a long time, and I don't remember what I said before. Maybe it's because I didn't listen carefully. I only vaguely remember him saying that when he entered and exited the school gate, I couldn't remember the second half of the sentence after a day. Maybe because I laughed too loudly, nothing happened.

My teacher

My teacher is very ordinary, without handsome face, touching words and burly figure. The expression on her face is serious. However, it is because of his selfless dedication that I feel his greatness.

Looking back, when I first met my teacher, I thought: Although this teacher is not handsome, he is also amiable. However, in the end, I found that my first feeling was wrong. The teacher seems difficult to get along with: he keeps a straight face all day and always looks serious. Oh, dear! My mother! This teacher is too serious! It seems that you have to be careful in the future, or you will have no good fruit to eat.

But through one thing, I have a new understanding of this teacher. Because I was born less than a month when I was a child, I fell ill when I entered junior high school, and I was much better. However, one night, I didn't feel very well: I was dizzy and didn't know anything before I knew it. Not long after, I just felt held, as if rain were dripping on my face, and it was still warm. I struggled to open my eyes, only to see the teacher holding me running in the corridor, like a hospital. I struggled to ask: teacher, where are we going? When the teacher saw me awake, he said happily that we were in the hospital and would be in the ward soon. You're-you're sick. Seeing the teacher's smile in a trance, I suddenly felt that the teacher was not ugly. Woke up again the next morning. At this time, my mother was by my side, and so was my teacher. Mom saw me awake and asked happily: awake, better? Do you want something to eat? I smiled and shook my head before I could answer. The teacher got up and said, it's good to wake up. I'll go back to class first. Then he left in a hurry. Later, I learned that the teacher stayed up all night yesterday, just like my mother. I haven't said thank you to the teacher yet.

Teacher, although you are not a handsome man, you are a selfless teacher. You are the best teacher in our hearts!

My teacher

Time, a huge hourglass, can't erase the days we have, but it is rare.

In a blink of an eye, a spring and autumn passed in this middle school. That was quick. The leaves outside the window gradually turn yellow, which reminds me of the day two years ago, which was such an autumn.

It is said that autumn is a harvest season and a festival. But I'm not happy with a math paper with only 60 points. My classmates have all left, and I am the only one who is unwilling to go home. I can't imagine what it's like to be home. Sixth grade, a crucial semester, this score is undoubtedly a blow. I sat in my seat and felt this thin A3 was very hot.

Looking at the fallen leaves outside the window, I feel guilty, so sad that I seem to be infinitely magnified by this sad picture. Just when I was depressed, the head teacher came in and sat down beside me gently. I know she put her feet down on purpose when she came in. The head teacher is like a sun, shining warmly and brightly in the hearts of each of our classmates, just like my mother.

I dare not look into her eyes because I am afraid of disappointment in my eyes. I hung my head and waited for her to speak. I didn't expect that she just took my paper and began to explain the wrong questions to me. I looked up doubtfully and met the teacher's eyes. Among them, I only saw encouragement, and I didn't expect blame. With the encouragement and help of the teacher, I made all my doubts clear. Inadvertently, I glanced out of the window and suddenly felt that the leaf was no longer yellow, but a dazzling yellow and golden yellow. beautiful

Hey! After school! My deskmate pulled me back from my memory with a funny face but no mercy. The bell rang, didn't you hear it? !

I smiled and shrugged irretrievably.

On the day of the sixth grade, I have forgotten whether I was criticized after returning home, but I clearly remember those beautiful eyes, like a light, which will always be printed in my heart.

Thank you, dear teacher. Thank you. It was very warm that autumn.

My teacher

Come back and line up, sing one by one, you sing a mountain breeze, and I will sing love songs happily.

This is the music teacher teaching us to sing in Planting Yangko. To be precise, we are required to sing folk songs, sentence by sentence, one after another. The music teacher is very serious and devoted. The window was crowded with people and songs. It was the beautiful songs that attracted the birds living nearby and followed our class to sing on an occasion. At this time, there is no noise in the campus, but we are immersed in the ocean-like singing and feel extremely proud and proud.

The music teacher said that his father is a person who likes singing folk songs very much. His form is simple and simple, with seven words and four sentences. When he sings, he always sings casually, always improvising. Or sing about life, or the years, or the ideal future.

Folk songs are China people's hobbies. If you don't love them, you have to love them. There is no reason not to study hard, so we learn to sing folk songs loudly and concentrate on them, leaving no one behind. None of them made a mistake, and we will soon know.

I still clearly remember that when the music teacher was in class for the first time, the door was gently pushed open, and an amazing turkey head cared about us in life. There are 46 students in our class. In order to let the students devote themselves to their studies, Mr. Zhang visited every family in his spare time and knew every child's family situation like the back of his hand, thus giving us timely care. Teacher Zhang will also observe words and deeds! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always asks her classmate what's wrong and whether she has taken any medicine. If the illness is serious, she will take her classmates to see a doctor herself, so that they can get timely treatment. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I was so excited. I am really proud of having such a strict and considerate teacher.

My teacher

Moo, moo, moo, the heavy footsteps are getting closer and closer to me, and the students are very nervous to welcome the arrival of the Chinese teacher.

The teacher came in. Look, the woman in a pink dress with a textbook in her hand is our Chinese teacher.

Short crimson hair, thick black pupils, lipstick lips.

Look at the Chinese teacher's dress, it seems that she loves beauty and is irresponsible, but it is not. Her love for beauty is true, but her irresponsibility is false. She is more responsible than other teachers.

The details of her class are unparalleled! Sketch uses concise and concise language to outline the food described concisely, and pays attention to vivid images. In addition to characters, the environment is often described in this way. Describe it briefly. . Describe the environment. Students, have you finished remembering? Listen, the teacher asked us to take notes again. Everyone in our class has a small book of modern Chinese reading, which is used to remember modern Chinese reading skills.

We all admire the teacher's research spirit. The teacher told us about her difficulties in learning when she was a child: in the cold winter (teacher or student; At that time, it was not as developed as it is now. It was all made of stoves. ) She insisted on going to school. It was cold and itchy. After class, the classroom was filled with the sound of stamping feet; Rub your hands and feet with crushed ice before going to bed at night. When you are in a coma, you should lie down and sleep immediately. Even if it itches again, I can't feel it.

In Chinese class, we are all relaxed and never feel tired, because the teacher will tell some jokes in class, which will make us laugh our heads off.

Sometimes teachers are naive. If they find that we have delicious food, they will come and grab it from us: even now we have to hide it, just to prevent the teacher from grabbing it.

Cleisthenes's heavy footsteps disappeared again, and the teacher left, but we were still intoxicated by her interesting and meticulous class!