Hello, teacher. My good teacher wrote 800 words.

Teachers are like gardeners, and teachers are like mothers. This is absolutely correct. Mr. Zheng is a teacher who treats his students like his own children. She is also the most impressive and unforgettable teacher I have had in the past five years.

When the morning star is still hanging in the horizon, when the black night curtain still covers the earth, when birds are still living in the nest, the lights in your living room are on. I passed by your window and saw you working at your desk, and my heart moved. In the face of your hard work, I just want to say gently: "Hello, teacher!" " "Because I'm afraid to disturb your work.

Teacher Zheng taught me from the first grade until the fourth grade. At that time, my parents were going to Ke Qiao to do business, so I also left my hometown to study in Ke Qiao. Mr. Zheng is of medium height, with short ears, a face and bright eyes. At that time, she had a daughter who was still very young and didn't go to primary school, so every day Teacher Zheng took her to a nearby kindergarten. Teacher Zheng's home is far away and there is no bus. He goes to work on foot. I went to school with her every day because I lived in her house at that time. And her daughter, she always leads or holds her, regardless of wind, rain, snow and ice, she must never be late for four years. In the past four years, Ms. Zheng has devoted all her enthusiasm to her classmates, and everyone's progress is permeated with her figure. Mr. Zheng has been teaching from grade one to grade four. At that time, my parents were going to Shaoxing Ke Qiao to do business, needless to say. composition

I remember crying a lot when I first entered school, but every time Mr. Zheng comforted me and encouraged me, I didn't cry at last. When I first entered school, I couldn't even write my own name. Let Mr. Zheng hold my hand and write "Kong Lingshuo" slowly every time. Finally, I wrote Kong Lingshuo crooked. Teacher Zheng is very happy and seems to have achieved something. And I was particularly timid when I was in the first grade, but after this "self-introduction" swimming, I became more courageous. The teacher pressed the student number, and I happened to be number 2. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I blushed like a monkey's ass and my voice was louder than a mosquito. Everyone couldn't hear a sound at all, but Mr. Zheng didn't laugh at me and encouraged me. Finally, I finally released my voice. What impressed me the most was the winter of three years, and the weather was particularly cold. One morning, the students arrived at school on time, but Mr. Zheng, who always came early, had not arrived yet. The students are chattering away. At this moment, the headmaster came. He told us that Mr. Zheng had a fever today and couldn't come to give you a class. I hope everyone will study hard. After listening, everyone began to study by themselves seriously. When the bell rang, Mr. Zheng ran into the classroom like a gust of wind. She is pale, but in good spirits. She still gave a complete lesson.

Teacher Zheng, I will never forget your affectionate words in these four years!

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Four years in high school is fleeting. During the four years with the teacher, you may say "Hello, teacher" countless times. But at this time, here, I want to say another word to the teacher: "Hello, teacher." -Inscription.

Four years ago, I was just a child in middle school, and I knew my teacher best. I still remember an umbrella that my teacher gave me when it rained. I still remember the teacher's careful exhortation: "Drink more water and don't catch a cold." I still remember the knowing smile on the teacher's face when I got good grades; I still remember … these are small things, but these are the best memories left in our hearts.

The seventh grade, the best time of junior high school, is carefree every day. The teacher's instructions seem to have shifted to study. "Do you understand?" However, it can make us feel the care of our teachers. In the face of the teacher's scolding of the students who didn't finish their homework, we can only frown, because we know that the teacher is doing us good. When class is over, the teacher will "chat" with us, maybe just ask some trivial questions, but the concern revealed by the teacher from time to time in the dialogue is impressive.

Eighth grade, this is a turning point in junior high school life, but also a busy year. Teachers are naturally an indispensable part. The mistakes in the exam may be scolded by the teacher, but it proves that the teacher still values you. Whispering in class may be scolded by the teacher, but that's because she is afraid that you can't hear clearly. Under the teacher's care, I came to Grade 8 next semester. Unexpectedly, a serious illness made me leave my familiar teacher, come to a new class, and get to know new teachers, which made me find that every teacher is like this and dedicated my selfless love to every classmate.

Ninth grade, a hard year. From the first time I entered the ninth grade to now, I have been bathed in the love of my teacher. The teacher's exhortation also spread to all aspects. Learning, health and physical education seem to be the focus of teachers' attention. There is still 100 day, which seems very short, but teachers are racing against time, even if they do one more question and recite one more word, they will never miss this opportunity.

Teacher, you are the messenger of love, the guide of dreams and the disseminator of knowledge. Teachers are an important part of our way forward, and they will always be our future supporters.

If I have a mobile phone now, I will dial the number in the teacher's heart and say to the teacher with my most sincere heart, "Hello, teacher."

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Everyone will have one or more selfless dedication in the process of growing up, pointing out the maze and pointing out the direction for you. The only person who can do it is our teacher. I also have a good teacher around me. He changed me a lot and helped me a lot.

The first time I saw her was when I just shed my childish skin and stepped into the door of junior high school. She was my first teacher in junior high school and also had the greatest influence on me. She is my head teacher, Miss Zhang. I felt her love all the time when she taught me. She takes care of our newly sprouted seedlings carefully. As soon as there are bad branches, she will trim them for us. If any tree grows crooked, she will rush up at once, and even if it is propped up with her own body, she will straighten the seedlings.

As the saying goes, everyone has a love for beauty, especially teenagers like us, who are in adolescence, have a keen yearning for beauty. So when I first entered junior high school, because I didn't have good restraint, my mind originally spent on learning began to shift to wearing appearance bit by bit. I started wearing strange clothes and all kinds of jewelry. Originally, I studied very well, my mind began to wander in class, my homework was not finished seriously, and the test paper was full of red crosses. The teacher found my problem, and she began to talk to me, once not twice, twice not three times. In this way, I was moved by the teacher and spent my energy on my study. I got good grades in the final exam. composition

I remember that some students in the class were absent-minded in class and didn't perform well in the exam. Every time Mr. Zhang comes up, he won't be scolded like other teachers, but he cares about asking what happened at home or what he doesn't understand. Her warmth can melt hard ice. When we find our own shortcomings, she will also help us correct our mistakes and be ourselves again.

Teacher Zhang will not only correct our mistakes, but also give us care and care when we are sick. Once, at the end of school, it suddenly rained heavily. The rain came unexpectedly. Many students who are far away from home have no umbrellas. Teacher Zhang lent all her umbrellas and raincoats to her classmates when she got home. If it is not enough, she will call her parents to pick them up. She didn't rest assured until we were settled and didn't get caught in the rain on the way home. After school, she said nothing and ran home in the rain.

This is the good teacher around me. She has done more for us than a teacher should. It is no exaggeration to say that she is our second mother. With her, we have warmth and a sense of belonging. Here I want to say to her sincerely: "thank you!" " "