The little boy writes a composition and spits out the teacher.

1. What impressed me most was Guo, a female teacher who taught me the fifth grade of primary school.

She taught us about thirty or forty years old. Her round face always has a pair of shallow glasses sliding in the middle of her nose. In my memory, she is an amiable but occasionally strict person.

She never blames us for our exam results. Only once, she was dissatisfied with our exam results and pulled a long face. That's because we are not careful when deducting points. But seeing our frightened eyes, she smiled again and patted us on the shoulder, telling us not to be discouraged and "drive" us away next time. We realized gratefully that she loved us and didn't mean to scold us.

In class, as soon as she realizes that we are tired, she will bring out some small jokes from her old stories to activate our thinking.

When we make mistakes in class, she won't criticize us sharply in front of the whole class. She will use the mistakes she made as a child to entertain and educate. She is the only teacher I have ever seen who uses herself as a negative textbook to educate her students.

She loves sports and often finds some classmates at work to exercise with. Until now, I still remember how we exercised together.

How can I not like such a teacher and not want to be with her? Even when she changes her homework, we are willing to look at her through the office door.

Not long ago, my leg was broken. When she first saw it, she was very interested, even though she was no longer my math teacher. Then she looked at it very carefully. After fully understanding, she told me to walk slowly and never run. She found traces of mercurochrome in my wound. She patiently told me that mercuric chloride could not be used all the time, which was not good for the wound, and asked me to use it less in the future. Then she told me to get back to work and wait for me. She has just entered her class. Suddenly, my heart felt warm as if it had been lit by a torch. Her words gave me great comfort. What a good teacher she is, putting humanistic care first!

Unfortunately, before I graduated from primary school, she didn't teach us until the end, and she stopped teaching us after entering the sixth grade. Although the current teacher is also excellent, I still miss the time with her and the happy time with Miss Guo!

What impressed me most was Guo, a female teacher who taught me the fifth grade of primary school.

She taught us about thirty or forty years old. Her round face always has a pair of shallow glasses sliding in the middle of her nose. In my memory, she is an amiable but occasionally strict person.

She never blames us for our exam results. Only once, she was dissatisfied with our exam results and pulled a long face. That's because we all accidentally deducted points. But seeing our frightened eyes, she smiled again and patted us on the shoulder, telling us not to be discouraged and "drive" us away next time. We realized gratefully that she loved us and didn't mean to scold us.

In class, as soon as she realizes that we are tired, she will bring out some small jokes from her old stories to activate our thinking.

When we make mistakes in class, she won't criticize us sharply in front of the whole class. She will use the mistakes she made as a child to entertain and educate. She is the only teacher I have ever seen who uses herself as a negative textbook to educate her students.

She loves sports and often finds some classmates at work to exercise with. Until now, I still remember how we exercised together.

How can I not like such a teacher and not want to be with her? Even when she changes her homework, we are willing to look at her through the office door.

Not long ago, my leg was broken. When she first saw it, she was very interested, even though she was no longer my math teacher. Then she looked at it very carefully. After fully understanding, she told me to walk slowly and never run. She found traces of mercurochrome in my wound. She patiently told me that mercuric chloride could not be used all the time, which was not good for the wound, and asked me to use it less in the future. Then she told me to get back to work and wait for me. She has just entered her class. Suddenly, my heart felt warm as if it had been lit by a torch. Her words gave me great comfort. What a good teacher she is, putting humanistic care first!

Unfortunately, before I graduated from primary school, she didn't teach us until the end, and she stopped teaching us after entering the sixth grade. Although the current teacher is also excellent, I still miss the time with her and the happy time with Miss Guo!

My most hated teacher, Miss Wang, is a person who loves writing. If you scold him at every turn, if you scold him again, you will definitely be scolded by the teacher, and the last few words will be praised. Example: Friends, you must have your own teacher. Then you must have your favorite teacher and your most annoying teacher. But do you want to hear my favorite teacher? Ok, let me talk about my favorite teacher. \x09 \x09 Speaking of my favorite teacher, that is Miss Zhang. He is not very handsome, with big eyes and funny hair. Because he has short oblique hair on his forehead, I can't help laughing every time I see him. At this time, my classmates will look at me as usual. He also has a hair. But he talks a lot. Every time in class, he always tells us this truth and that truth. When I was talking, I couldn't listen to anyone. He always stops after class is over. So I hate him. \x09 \x09 today's second class is his class again. Before class, I thought: this class must be repeated again, no. From the time of Confucius, we talked about the present. It's almost eloquent. He talked about their civilized manners and hard-working spirit, so that we can learn from them. He also talked about what the ancients called "cautious independence", that is, consciousness. Let's be conscious in class and don't make small moves ... When he spoke, my heart had already flown to the playground, doing exercises and playing with other students ... He also said an old saying. I think the teacher is very self-righteous Not only did it delay our entertainment time, but it also delayed our exercise time. I hate him very much. \x09 \x09 Maybe you think the teacher is doing this for our study, but I don't think so. \x09 \x09 friends, this is my favorite teacher.

4. beg the boy who was beaten, and don't copy the articles on the internet. I dare not look her in the eye, because I saw everything. Those deep and bright eyes, though emitting soft light, are fake, at least for me. I know what kind of person she is. I'm afraid of her, and I'm more obsessed with our ambiguous relationship, teacher? On the surface; Lover? She is twenty years older than me, and she is a semi-old Xu Niang. She just thinks of me as her boyfriend.

Xiao Guang, spell this word. "..." "Not again. What's going on recently? Go to the old place after class. "

My legs are shaking.

The so-called old place is the teacher's home. The two-story duplex building stands in the sun, and the surrounding shade adds a bit of silence. How terrible it seems to me! Walking up three steps, I rang the bell. Come on in. The door opened and she opened it herself. "Baby, how did that happen? I have been a little disobedient recently. " Take my hand and take me to the bedroom. "Put it on." She threw me a red Chinese corset, barely covering my penis. Teacher, I was wrong. Don't. Come on, if you still want to go to a key high school. A shiver, tears streaming down, took off my down jacket, sweater, jeans, leaving a small waistband, I turned around, * * * to her, took off * * *, and put on a red Chinese-style chest covering. I heard her smile behind me and touch my greasy * * *. Suddenly a hard, took me to my arms, hand continue to touch * * *. "Scampy, how can you hide when you see me? I won't eat you. " She kissed her forehead. "Teacher, I don't want to go on like this. I listen to you. Leave me alone, "I pleaded. "What?" "Pa", the teacher's right hand was severely sandwiched between the two halves, and I couldn't help crying in a low voice. "Do you know how much the teacher spent for your key high school?" "Pa pa" three slap in the face, I cried even more. "Do you want to go to a key high school?" . I nodded. Can't you be with the teacher? "'hey' is connected with two slaps." Are you wrong? "I nodded." What should I do? "My weak answer:" Please ask the teacher to hit me * * * ". This is a good boy. She turned me over and yelled at her. The teacher began to play one after another. I cried even louder, but I couldn't move at all. After playing * * *, I turned it over again, facing her, lifted a red Chinese-style chest covering and fanned my penis.

After the fight, she made me stand up as punishment. At the moment, I look like a child of two or three years old, wiping tears with one hand and touching the red * * * with the other. The teacher lit a cigarette and said slowly, "That's what disobedient boys do."

5. Composition describing the teacher's bad character My head teacher is Miss Ye. She is neither tall nor short, with smooth hair and thick and thin eyebrows. There are always a pair of shining and gentle eyes watching us all the time.

The head teacher of our class is a good teacher who is extremely serious and responsible for his work. The students like her and are afraid of her, because she is very strict with us in class. If anyone is not serious in class or doing something else, she will look at that classmate severely first. If this classmate still doesn't obey the classroom discipline, Mr. Ye will knock on his desk to make him listen carefully. Teacher Ye's Chinese class is lively and interesting. She can always tell us many extracurricular stories related to study, which makes the students listen with relish. Unconsciously, when the bell rings, we are reluctant to leave the classroom.

Teacher Ye also cares about us in life. Once, I was sick and wanted to take medicine. Because I was afraid I couldn't remember the time to take medicine, I gave it to Teacher Ye and asked her to give it to me then. At noon, Teacher Ye brought the medicine in and asked me to take it quickly, asking me if I was better. For several days in a row, Teacher Ye gave me medicine on time, and my cold soon recovered. My eyesight is poor, but I am tall. Originally, Mr. Ye gave us his seat fairly according to his height. I wanted to sit in the back, but in order to take care of my eyes, Mr. Ye moved me to the front so that I could read the words on the blackboard clearly.

Teacher Ye cares about the study and life of each of our classmates. She always takes pains to teach students with poor academic performance over and over again until the church.

It's very kind of our head teacher, Miss Ye. I am proud to have such a teacher.

6. I am a little boy's composition. I am a little boy's composition.

I am a little boy who loves sports. Everyone in my class says that I am excellent in sports, and everyone knows that!

One day, I played a fancy basketball on the playground, playing and playing for a long time. Suddenly, the teacher shouted, "Everybody stop!" "I was scared to death by the teacher's cry. My soul is like a bird flying in the sky. Then, the teacher said, "Students, now I'm going to teach you a new action of playing basketball-the three-step hurdle". Later, the teacher made a demonstration for everyone to follow. I practice, practice! I practiced for half an hour and failed once. I feel depressed and don't want to play anymore. But on second thought, you can't give up easily and you must stick to it. So I gritted my teeth and continued to practice. He stared at the basket and muttered silently, "1, 2, 3 jump!" " "At this moment, I was absorbed in watching the ball fall into the basket, and suddenly jumped up and shouted," Great, great, great! " I jumped and shouted happily. It's so exciting. However, I am not satisfied. I want to break through myself, keep shooting and shout "1, 2, 3, let's go!" The basketball flew out steadily and got into the basket. Sure enough, the ball scored again. Basketball is so interesting!

Everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages, so we must try our best to correct our shortcomings and make our advantages better!

7. I want to write a composition praising my teacher. The math teacher is smart, male and wears glasses. Dear teacher: Hello, I wish you good health, smooth work and all the best.

On the morning of the National Day Golden Week, the autumn wind brought me to the fields of this mountain city, releasing my anxiety and troubles. Looking around, the field is happily thrown into the arms of Dashan's mother. It's really "too happy to enjoy".

The whole field seems to be a color map, with gold, dark yellow, khaki, light yellow, dark green, dark green, yellow-green, and yellow-green interlaced with life colors. Fresh air, fragrant rice with earthy smell, taking a deep breath makes you feel light and cool.

Huang Chengcheng's round rice straightened up, bowed its head and took a deep breath, solemnly waiting for the arrival of farmers. There is an old farmer and a boy of 17 years old cutting rice in the golden responsibility field.

Behind them is a pile of neatly stacked rice. The autumn wind is blowing, and the rice "sand-sand-"waiting for submission is scrambling for fear of being late.

After a while, the young man left and his back disappeared in the golden and warm sunshine. The old farmer is alone. He bent down and worked hard at the loess with a sickle.

I don't know why, he attracted my attention and walked to the old farmer involuntarily. Perhaps it is his skillful rice cutting technology, or perhaps it is his "loneliness"? Stand on the ridge and look at him.

The old farmer's chest and back are wet; The dark face leaves traces of years; Hard sweat from time to time across deep ravines, with a little bit of joy spilled into the air, dripping on rice, splashing on the old farmer's heart. There is a sickle on the ridge. My hand was itchy, so I picked it up.

"Grandpa, let me help you!" "No, your sickle belongs to my son. I will let him go home to study! " "Is your son in high school?" "I'm going to college next year!" The old farmer's wrinkles are deeper, and there is infinite pride in the dense deep ditch. I walked slowly on my way home, and the narrow ridge seemed wider and wider, as if I had seen the "double harvest" of the old farmer next year.

The sunshine at this time is as charming as fire. This is what I saw when I went to the countryside during the National Day Golden Week. He let me see the hardships of farmers and the great changes in the countryside after the reform and opening up.

I won't write it here. Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating 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. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one does not have your hard work and which one does not have your smile. Teacher, a "sacred" word, all teachers care and love us like mothers, and we also regard teachers as.

8. I am eager to write about the teacher's shortcomings. The first problem is common to all teachers. I value girls over boys, and value gifted students over poor students. Once, my mother forgot to book a watch for me during my nap, and I didn't come until class. On the way, I met a boy who didn't study well in our class and ran with him. When I got to class, the Chinese teacher looked at me with a straight face and said, "Come early next time." The boy came in as soon as I left. When the Chinese teacher saw him, he frowned and asked, "Why is it so late?" That boy faltered and couldn't answer, so you let him stand in the corner. We obviously walked into the classroom together. Why are we treated so differently?

The second question belongs to the math teacher. Teacher, you are very strict with us. If you make any mistakes in your homework, you must correct it. Besides, you are not allowed to speak in class. If you are named by the teacher, you will be recorded by the class representative. You will have to copy this concept after class. However, you can't judge arbitrarily! Once in class, my deskmate and I had an argument on a topic. The teacher saw it and said the names of my deskmate and the two people in front lightly. I really want to avenge them! They just heard us quarreling and turned to persuade them. Is this the so-called "chat"?

The last question is the English teacher. I know there are few English teachers in the school. In order to teach these six or seven classes well, you have hardly had a rest. An assignment, you should carefully correct it; One lesson at a time, you teach very carefully. However, you have a fatal flaw: you love to insult poor students. As long as the poor student doesn't answer correctly, you will always shout humorously, "He is famer!" " (He is a farmer) sometimes encourages the whole class to "despise" him. Although this adds a little humor to the class, it makes the poor students more and more depressed. For example, Zhang Xinhu, a classmate in the front row, was originally a little boy who sounded like Hong Zhong, but he felt like a poor student since he took an English class. He even answered questions in a low voice like a mosquito, and his deskmate couldn't hear him clearly. Is this humor? Is * * * naked give up on yourself!

9. I am a happy little boy. I have a kind grandmother who loves me and cares about my mother. There is also a lively and lovely kitten at home. My school is a famous primary school in Shi Mei. Shi Mei primary school has a long history, beautiful environment and teachers with both ability and political integrity. Here, I got careful care and patient guidance from teachers, and got along very well with my classmates. I think I am very happy.

I like reading books very much. I feel very happy when I swim in the ocean of knowledge and find the answer to the question that has been bothering me for a long time. My brother and sister next door asked me math questions. I found a pen and paper. Patient analysis and explanation. I feel very happy to see my brothers and sisters suddenly enlightened.

I will take the initiative to help my grandparents cross the street safely when I see them afraid to cross the street with crutches on the busy cross street. With their smiles and thanks, I feel very happy.

As long as we are willing to help others and are satisfied, happiness will be everywhere and always accompany us.

10. Write a composition to advise the teacher: It is about the final exam coming, but the arrangement of the teachers can't meet the requirements, and it is also about criticism.

When I was growing up, I benefited a lot from many things. Among them, one thing has benefited me a lot. One morning of the second class, we went to the audio-visual classroom to have an open class of Qin Terracotta Warriors.

In class, all the students spoke enthusiastically and actively, only I sat there quietly all the time. Raise your hand from time to time.

Ding, the bell rang, and everyone ran back to the classroom like happy birds, eating delicious snacks. At this time, the Chinese teacher came to me and said, "I am very dissatisfied with your performance in this class!" " "My face suddenly warmed up, and then she said," Did you talk about this class? " "I raised my hand several times. "

I whispered, "Raise it a little higher next time, a little higher." She said, "Well, you can eat extra food." Although the teacher's tone was not harsh, a strong aroma came to my nose, but I felt no aroma and the soup I drank had no taste.

After drinking the soup, the students all ran out to play, and I was the only one sitting in my seat. I asked myself in my mind: Why didn't I speak? Why can't I? Is it so difficult to talk ... Finally, at night, in a sweet dream, I saw Miss Li again. He smiled and said to me, "Come on! Looking forward to your wonderful speech! Don't let me down! " Say that finish, she disappeared in the white fog.

Then, a classmate appeared before my eyes. He accidentally made a mistake in his speech, but the teacher praised him instead of criticizing him. It suddenly dawned on me. When I woke up from my dream, I finally understood that speaking is to express my thoughts. No one is perfect, so it doesn't matter if you are wrong. Just listen to other people's ideas and correct them. But if you don't say it, even if your idea is unique, others won't know.

Come on, it's no big deal! From then on, I will raise my right hand high in every class and be rated as an active speaker every week. She is my teacher in the first semester of Grade 234. Looking back now, she was only eighteen or nineteen.

There is a mole about the size of Qian on the right corner of the mouth. In my memory, she is a gentle and beautiful person.

She never scolds us Only once did her pointer seem to have dropped. I greeted it with a slate, and the pointer tapped on the edge of the slate. Everyone laughed, and so did she.

I noticed with the child's sly eyes that she loved us and didn't mean to fight. How good children are at observing this. She taught us to dance after class, and I still remember that she dressed me up as a girl and performed dancing.

On holidays, she takes us to her house and girlfriend's house. In her girlfriend's garden, she also let us observe bees. It was also at that time that I met the queen bee and ate honey for the first time in my life. She loves poetry and loves reading poems with singing.

Until now, I still remember the tone of her reading poems, and I can recite the poems she taught us: the round sky covers the sea, the black water holds the boat, the mountains are far away, there were only clouds and trees that day, and there were only seagulls on the water ... Today, I think about it, what a beneficial influence she has had on my literary road and my literary love! How can a teacher like this not like her and be close to her? When we saw her, we couldn't help but gather around. Even when she was writing, we all looked at her silently, and even the way she held the pen was eager to imitate.

There is a little thing, I don't know if it is worth mentioning, but in retrospect, it occupied my heart at that time. My father was in the warlord army and didn't come back for several years. My mother and I are very worried about him, and we don't know if he is alive or dead.

My mother often stands in front of a faded idol, burning incense and praying. Although I don't like my mother, I know a little.

But among the children, my little "opponent" often shouts in my ear: "Oh, your father can't come back, he has been shot!" I was as sad as if my father had died. At this time, Teacher Cai helped me, criticized my "opponent" and wrote to comfort me, saying that I was a student with a "clear heart like water".

In the children's world, how common it is for a teacher to eliminate a small dispute; But in retrospect, I felt that I had received great support at that time! In the eyes of a child, how kind, fair and great his teacher is. Every holiday, we are even more reluctant to leave her.

I still remember, before the holiday, I stood silently beside her and watched her pack up such and such things. Teacher Cai! I don't know if you realize how attached a child is to you standing there! As for the summer vacation, how long is it for a child who likes teachers! I remember one summer night, when a mat was laid in the house and mosquito-repellent incense was lit next to it, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know what time it is at night. I suddenly got up and went out in a daze. Mom stopped: "What are you doing?" "Looking for Teacher Cai ..." I answered vaguely.

"Isn't it summer vacation?" Oh, I just woke up. Look at that cushion. I have walked six or seven feet.

My mother pulled me back and persuaded me for a while before I fell asleep. How I miss my teacher Cai! Looking back now, I still think this is one of the treasures in my memory.

A child's innocent heart is hard to compare with people in love! ..... When can I see my teacher Cai again? It's a pity that I didn't finish primary school, so I transferred to the fifth primary school in the county. From then on, I was separated from our teacher Cai. Seeing that Mr. Liu had just started school, a message suddenly came from our class, "Mathematics is going to change teachers!" " "The whole class exploded, and the students talked about it. This one asks, "Is the teacher a man or a woman?" One of them asked, "Is the teacher fierce?" Some people say ... look! The tall and thin teacher who came to see us.

That's her. He is the most noticeable focus among the teachers. I have never seen a teacher with such a rich expression.

He grinned at the corners of his mouth and blinked from time to time. Every time he comes to her class, when we are noisy and unwilling to be quiet, he will quietly walk into the classroom and give us a big jump, and then pretend to be serious and say, "Your discussion is really lively.