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And the teacher's 200-word story composition.

Thanksgiving teacher's 200-word composition

Thank you, teacher.

It is said that old copywriters are like gardeners, cultivating us into big trees; It is said that teachers, like bees, work hard and nourish the flowers of the motherland. Our teacher Sun spent three wonderful years with us. She is our Chinese teacher. She has big eyes and thick black hair. When she flicked it in the sun, it seemed to shine with colorful light.

I remember once, when Mr. Sun was giving a lecture, I put my hand into the drawer to play with the eraser. The teacher found out and went to my seat to remind me to pay attention to the class, so I got rid of the bad habit of playing tricks in class. Another time, the teacher wrote on the blackboard, and I talked to the students below quietly, but I still couldn't escape the teacher's eyes. The teacher helped me get rid of the bad habit of talking in class. It is the teacher's patient help and pure teaching that makes me unimpeded in my study.

Teacher, you helped me clear the obstacles on my growth path, you sowed the seeds of knowledge in my young mind, and you made me understand the profound meaning of "teacher's kindness"!

The story of conflict between teachers and students, 200 words.

Teacher-student relationship Today I want to talk to you about the topic of teacher-student relationship. We study on campus and get along with our classmates and teachers every day. Our study also needs the cooperation between teachers and students. So, how to deal with the relationship between teachers and students? We are junior one students, and we are in adolescence. Some minor mistakes and problems are inevitable. Should we fight back when we make mistakes? Or do you really admit your mistake? The answer must be the latter. Some people may be unconvinced. Then, please think about it. When we make mistakes ourselves, the responsibility should be on ourselves. As a junior, it is very impolite to talk back to teachers and elders. If you don't even know the most basic etiquette and can't do it, wouldn't these seven years be wasted? Of course, there are many cases: when both teachers and students are at fault and both * * * are responsible, it is extremely irrational for us, as students, to contradict the teacher at this time. We are just students, and we can't abuse our teachers with rude words. You must be clear about your position and where you are wrong, so that you can win the understanding you deserve with your reason. At the same time, I hope that teachers should also pay attention to their behavior and wording to students. Students are just children and need adults' understanding and care. We have just started, and it is excusable to make some small mistakes. In the eyes of teachers, do students have to be punished and taught when they make mistakes? I don't think so. As a student, first of all, I want to apologize to the teacher for some incorrect behaviors of our students, and at the same time, I want to give some suggestions to the teacher on behalf of my classmates. I hope that when we make mistakes, what we see is not the teacher's gloomy and serious expression, but a calm and understanding attitude; I hope that when both teachers and students are responsible, teachers can take the initiative to admit their mistakes and don't put the blame on students; I hope teachers can set an example and don't make some unnecessary mistakes, because sometimes students' mistakes are caused by this factor, don't you think? Finally, I hope that students can handle the relationship between teachers and students and make their study life more harmonious and happy.

What happened between you and the teacher is a 200-word composition.

When I talk about teachers, I have many unforgettable things. The teacher made us fall in love with learning. She used many ingenious methods. In the first grade, the story of the little girl who loves beauty and four tutors made us firmly remember the rule of omitting two points in single rhyme. When I was in the second grade, the teacher organized us to recite the sacred amethyst in a competition, and selected a small champion to recite it, which made us enjoy the success in learning! In order to make our composition more vivid and concrete, teachers often hold colorful activities in class to guide us to observe, describe details and express our true feelings. Originally, I could only write a few words in my composition, but my father always called me stupid. Now my composition is moving again! The teacher cares about us. Teachers can always make our study progress. I have more confidence and strength in my study. Teacher, I love you! You are my forever beloved teacher!

My teacher wrote 200 words.

People often compare teachers to candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Others compare teachers to gardeners, watering and fertilizing our seedlings every day. However, I want to tell you more, Miss Zhao, that you care about us as much as my mother does.

Teacher, you taught me from grade four to grade six. For more than two years, you have been taking care of me like a mother. I didn't understand your severity at first, and even spoke ill of you behind your back. Miss Zhao, now I want to tell you that I have read Understanding. Miss Zhao, you want me to correct myself. Miss Zhao, sometimes you lose your voice in order to give me lessons. I really want to buy you a throat lozenge!

Miss Zhao, do you remember? Once, the girls' dormitory in our class was deducted 5 points for talking during recess, and we were afraid to admit it. Only two girls admitted it themselves. The teacher was sad to learn that you were afraid to admit that your students had made mistakes, and you put the blame on others. Now I know that our selfish behavior is a disgrace to our teachers! I remember that all the girls in our class stayed after the third class in the afternoon, and all the boys went to eat. But girls should punish themselves with actions in order to be a noble person in society in the future. After you knew it, you rushed to persuade us. Think about how naive we were then! Miss Zhao, you would rather stay with us than eat. We all cried when we saw you like this. From then on, we made up our minds to be honest people. Miss Zhao, you must be very hungry that day, but you smiled and told us that you were losing weight. Miss Zhao, in order not to do anything wrong again, I would rather you gain weight!

Miss Zhao, although you are a strict teacher, you are very concerned about our physical and mental health. Sometimes you get tired of studying and play with us like a child. Sometimes you play crazy, you are joking. Your jokes are humorous and pleasant to listen to. You can tell them to us one by one through stories, and often make the students laugh. Miss Zhao, I want to tell you that being fat is better than being thin! People often say that the heart is wide and the body is fat! You watch the host in Hong Kong on TV, "Pangpang", and she smiles, so charming.

Teacher, I also want to tell you that it is because you are broad-minded and treat us as your children that you live so smartly and fully! Miss Zhao, I love you!

My story composition with my teacher is 200 words.

Teacher Cao, unconsciously, you have taught us to enter the fourth year, and you have left an indelible impression on me. In order to train 38 students in our class, you really broke your heart.

I remember it was when you just took us to a Chinese class. I am timid, and I don't speak actively in class for fear of making mistakes. At this time, you always kindly say, "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous. Even if you answer wrong, I won't blame you, as long as you dare to answer the question." At this time, your eyes show encouragement. Ah! This style is only available to loving mothers!

Teacher Cao, you are always so patient with our teaching and so serious and responsible for your work.

Once, your throat was so swollen that you could hardly speak. However, you still teach us with your slight voice. Teacher, we are deeply moved by your selfless dedication.

Teacher Cao, over the past four years, we have always remembered what you have done for us. I want to say to you: "I feel extremely happy to be your student, because you have accompanied me to grow up with endless love."

Composition entitled "My Teacher", 200 words.

My teacher

Touching my sincere heart and remembering the bitterness of growing up, I have been accompanying you-my teachers.

Teachers and family members all say that you should cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Teacher, I salute you. It is you who lead the ignorant us into the space of knowledge and spread love with songs. You burn yourself like a candle, ignite the fire of hope for us, and guide us to open the maze of science with your passion for action. You have no regrets when your hair turns white, and the hearty laughter is still on the three-foot platform. Although your face is full of vicissitudes, you still left us a knowing smile; White chalk powder, falling wave after wave, dyed many teachers' black hair, but set off your youthful green more strongly; On the podium, next to the desk, cold comes and summer goes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a little effort flows down. Thank you, teacher.

Talk to the teacher and write a composition of about 200 words.

What the teacher said was from the heart.

Mr. Xiao, I really have a lot to say to you. This composition speaks from the heart. I'll take this opportunity to finish it for you once. I really like your class! You often tell us some humorous stories about the text, the legends of the text and the deeds of the author. ...

But every time you ask your classmates to write the answers to their homework on the blackboard, you don't call me. You call people whose grades are worse than mine and people whose grades are better than mine. Every time I raise my hand, it's sour and I raise my hand, but why don't you call me?

There is also Mr. Xiao. In the previous composition "Care for Your Heart", you said that I imitated too many texts, but that time I really saw an aunt in the hospital. Instead of scolding the nurse, she encouraged the nurse to tell her about the child. If I don't see it, it will be thunderous.

Miss Xiao, although my Chinese performance is very poor in my class, can you make me a class cadre? It is also good to have a monitor, because I want to use it to increase my confidence, so that I can study hard in the future, make progress every day and strive to be a monitor.

Miss Xiao, please believe me, I will definitely work harder!

How to write a story with a teacher in about 200 words?

I have worshipped teachers since I was a child, like "teacher", the most glorious profession in the sun, and dream of becoming a member of this lofty team one day. Therefore, from the beginning of school, I have followed the example of teachers everywhere. Teacher Lu is a teacher I respect very much.

Teacher Lu is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. Whenever her vivid lectures inspire us to think about problems, I always envy seeing other children bravely raise their hands to speak and actively participate in exchanges and discussions. But I have no choice but to be timid and never dare to speak. Teacher Lu noticed me and often hinted, reminded and encouraged me with his talking eyes. Not only that, Teacher Lu called me to her office to talk with me and cheer me up. During the conversation, she joked with me from time to time, which made me feel relaxed and happy talking with the teacher. Sometimes they will communicate with me in kind words. Teacher Lu told me: "The opportunity is in your own hands. Be brave. Making mistakes is also a gain! " Later, the teacher also taught me some speaking and communication skills. Unconsciously, I forgot that I was in the office. I think a friend is having a heart-to-heart talk with me. When I left the office, my eyes were wet: what a good teacher! I made up my mind in my heart: I must get rid of my inability to speak and repay my teacher with a brand-new self.

So, before class, I preview carefully, check the information, get familiar with the content and read the text. In class, I pay attention to the speeches of teachers and classmates. I ask myself to be good at thinking and asking questions. At the same time, I keep setting myself new goals: raise my hand once today and twice tomorrow ... Sure enough, I participate in speech exchanges every day, and my thinking seems to be more and more flexible. Just like Teacher Lu said, "Work hard, the opportunity is in your own hands!" "Teacher Lu saw my progress, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. I know she trusts me and likes me, and I can't let her down.

This is the story of me, the once timid little boy and Teacher Lu. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is just some ordinary trivial matters, but I read the teacher's extraordinary from this ordinary trivial matter. The story of Mr. Lu and I will continue to be interpreted. I will fold the yesterday my teacher gave me into a boat of memories and let it float in my grateful heart.

Composition What happened with your teacher, parents, classmates or friends (within 200 words, 100 words or more)?

Composition: Father's strict love

Fatherly love is different from maternal love. Father's love is like water in the desert, hidden under the gravel, as long as you catch it with your heart.

-Inscription.

Father's character can be seen from his appearance: a broad Chinese face, two thick eyebrows, and wrinkles on his forehead show the ups and downs of the years he has experienced. On weekdays, my father must be serious and unsmiling, with a hint of "pointing". I always remember when I was a child, he stabbed me with his beard, and some rough and heavy hands took my tender little hands and took me out. Only when I play with my father can I have fun, and my father always looks cheerful.

Gradually, as the years passed, I grew up and my father looked very serious in front of me.

My father called me to him and said, "You are going to middle school. From today on, you are no longer a child, understand? " As long as you have a plan, you can actively implement it again. Learn to plan your own affairs, and your mother and I won't keep reminding you in our ears in the future. "I turned around, nodded and shook my fist at him." How old am I? Irresponsible father! Where can I do it myself without being reminded? Really! "I walked out of my father's study.

My relationship with my father is very delicate. Mom says we are a mouse and cat (naturally I am a mouse). I love and hate my father, and sometimes admiration accounts for a large proportion. Unlike other fathers and daughters, we often exchange ideas and get along well. We may glare at each other and make a scene, and whoever holds chopsticks will carry the bowl at dinner.

Father doesn't know how to express love. It is my mother who makes our family get along well. He just goes to work every day, and mom makes a list of our mistakes and then scolds us.

Once I stole a piece of candy, he asked me to send it back and told the candy seller that I stole it, and I was willing to unpack it for him as compensation. But mom understands that I'm just a child.

I remember my mother once asked him to teach me to ride a bike. I told him not to let go, and he said he should let go. After I fell, my mother came to help me, and my father waved her away. I was very angry and decided to give him some color to see see. So I immediately climbed on the bike again and showed it to him myself. He just smiled.

When I was boarding, all the letters at home were written by my mother. Besides sending a check, he also sent me a note saying that his lawn was beautiful because I didn't play football on it.

I have a father that I don't understand. Yes, fatherly love is different from maternal love. It is like a clear spring in the desert, eroding under the gravel. I don't understand my father, but I'm glad to have such a father.

Our teacher's composition is about 200 words.

Our teacher

The beautiful bell is accompanied by the teacher's elegant steps. The teacher always walks into the classroom with a big smile on her face, and her bright eyes always make her so amiable. When a classmate whispers in class, the teacher never severely criticizes him in public, but looks at the classmate peacefully with kind eyes.

I always look the teacher in the eye in class. This pair of eyes is different, showing a gentle luster, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose is mysterious and unfathomable. When the teacher's eyes met mine, I quickly lowered my head or looked into the distance. Seriously, I like teachers to laugh, whether it's smiling or laughing. As long as you smile, there are twinkling stars in those eyes, which make the teacher's face shine. As long as anyone plays the problem well, the teacher will show a gratified smile.

The teacher is sometimes like a child, telling jokes or stories in class from time to time, enlivening the classroom atmosphere and doing all kinds of funny actions, which makes the whole class burst into laughter. Take writing this composition as an example. In order to make us write this composition well, the teacher even performed Guanyin with a Thousand Hands, which made us understand that the composition should have characteristics and highlight key points. As soon as the students attend her class, they are full of energy. Look at the teacher's shiny black rubber band hair. Her hair is thick, strong and handsome, free and easy, but as beautiful as a child's commotion. She wraps her curly hair around her ears from time to time.

This is our simple and gentle teacher, who cultivates our motherland in obscurity like a hard gardener; Praise the teacher with only one poem: the silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick away every night!