Unforgettable composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which requires a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid endless composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is an unforgettable composition I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Unforgettable composition 1 I, a colorless and tasteless flower, has become gorgeous and fragrant under the care of teachers. I, a flightless bird, grew up under the teacher's education. Reminiscent of this warm teacher's love, past events come to mind.

I remember it was when I was in grade one. Once in physical education class, we had a running race. I ran and ran and accidentally fell down. The teacher rushed over, squatted down and said kindly, "Son, pat your knees when you fall down and get up." I didn't listen, but I kept crying and saying, "It's not terrible to fall down, as long as you stand up bravely, you can still finish the task ..." I stood up slowly and continued to run to the finish line, but I was the last one, but the teacher said I won. At that time, I didn't understand the meaning. Now I finally understand that although I lost a running race, I still won myself, more than myself. Thank you teacher! It is you who have cultivated my brave and strong qualities since childhood, which has benefited me a lot in my future life and study. Teachers! I wanted a bottle of seawater, but you gave me the whole sea; I want a little spring, but you gave me the whole sun; I wanted a world, but you gave me the whole world.

Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Like spring silkworms, they dedicated themselves and decorated others; Like chalk, sacrifice yourself and leave knowledge; Like a gardener, he tirelessly cultivates small flowers. Your love is a bucket of paint and a bottle of perfume, which gives me the most beautiful color and elegant fragrance. ...

Thank you, teacher! I will study hard, live up to your expectations, and repay your love with excellent results! In the golden autumn of September, we ushered in the annual Teacher's Day. There, I want to say: "thank you, teacher!" " "

Unforgettable composition 2 The teacher is a diligent gardener, who takes good care of us, waters and fertilizes us ... Who is helping us when we are in trouble? It's the teacher. Who encouraged us when we did badly in the exam? It's the teacher … it's the teacher who brought us into the ocean of knowledge and let us swim in the ocean of knowledge!

In primary school, it is teachers who use various interesting learning methods to let us walk into the classroom and into the depths of the text. One thing I remember most clearly is that once, when the teacher was teaching us to learn ancient poetry, she read it vividly for the first time; Then, explain to us every word and sentence in ancient poetry; Then turn the ancient poems into interesting stories and tell them to us. "This morning, Su Shi heard that the beauty of the West Lake was very beautiful, so he came to visit the West Lake because of his irritability. The weather in the West Lake is clear and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Such beautiful scenery made Su Shi suddenly enlightened and saw the blue waves rippling on the water. Su Shi drank a glass of wine.

Suddenly, all this calmed Su Shi's depressed heart! After a while, it began to rain in Mao Mao in the West Lake, but this did not interrupt Su Shi's desire to enjoy the beautiful scenery. It's raining and the mountain peaks are looming. Su Shi was intoxicated by this scene. Slowly, he closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten all his troubles and put them aside. In an instant, he relaxed a lot. He is indifferent to the rivers and lakes, the world has nothing to do with him, and he is immersed in happiness ... "After listening to this story, many students are immersed in it and addicted to it until the teacher claps his hands and wakes up. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. After each ancient poem, the teacher will turn it into a story and tell it to us. We are also very happy and deeply intoxicated every time.

I love teachers and the knowledge they bring us. Love the busy figure of the teacher; Love the teacher's beautiful voice ...

Unforgettable composition 3 If I were a poet, I would write a poem to praise her; If I were a painter, I would draw a huge oil painting to describe her; If I were a composer, I would write a wonderful movement to praise her ... her favorite teacher is Pan.

My dearest teacher Pan, I have lived in your home from grade one to grade three. I ate at your house and did my homework ... it's like my second home. Now I'm in the sixth grade. Every time I have a question I don't understand, you still give me guidance patiently. Some questions are easy to understand, and some questions I didn't understand once. You will patiently teach me the second time, the third time ... when I feel unwell, you are also the most anxious. You love me like your own daughter. How can I not thank you?

My dearest teacher Pan, the class you gave us is lively and interesting. With the expression on your face, you sometimes meditate, sometimes glow, sometimes nod frequently, and sometimes bow your head and smile. You and your classmates are good friends. I remember in grade one or grade two, we affectionately called you "Pan Pan". Sometimes you severely criticize my mistakes, and sometimes when I behave well, you pick me up like a baby, and then I show off loudly, "Look, I'm sitting on a couch, so comfortable."

My dearest teacher Pan, I still remember when I was in the second grade, you took my little hand on the way home and asked me, "Vingo, do you think teacher Pan loves you more than other children?" At that time, I foolishly replied, "No, Teacher Pan is not biased." Then you go on holding my little hand. Now that I think about it, I feel really stupid, because I have already felt the deep love of Teacher Pan.

My dear teacher Pan, every time I look at my exercise book, my eyes are always so bright that I can see the sixth grade from the first grade in a blink of an eye. I still remember when I was in the lower grade. As soon as I finish my homework, my favorite thing is to pull out the white hair on your head. There seems to be a white hair in the curly hair of your shawl that was born for me. It's very kind of you, Mr. Pan. I sincerely say to you: "Thank you! I am proud to be your student! "

Unforgettable composition 4 The teacher is a drizzle that spreads knowledge, and the teacher is a ray of sunshine that makes us know how to be grateful. Students, each of you has many teachers! But which teacher impressed you most? Like you, I have many teachers, but the one who impressed me the most is Mr. Sun!

Let me introduce Mr. Sun's appearance first! Teacher Sun is short and fat, with small ears, a round nose and a big mouth. Although Mr. Sun is not very tall, he has a way of teaching! Teacher Sun's classroom is the students' own world and a sea of joy. What to be a "small class teacher", "story king" and "excellent host" ... those are all "routines" that can make us tired of being teachers. It can really be said that my site is my decision, and I exercise in my class. Teacher Sun's classroom atmosphere is always so active. Teacher Sun tells a humorous joke in class from time to time and makes an intellectual breakthrough from time to time. In Mr. Sun's class, students can always speak freely without any worries. At Mr. Sun's class meeting, every time someone goes up to preside over it, but Mr. Sun sits in his seat like a student, smiling and listening quietly.

The teacher is silently paying for us primary school students who are still in the embryonic stage. They take care of us like hardworking gardeners. They have devoted too much effort and energy to us. Shouldn't we study hard to repay their education? Yes, we should study hard to repay the teacher's education. Students, let's take action together!

Unforgettable composition Year after year, every teacher smiles at his students leaving the class, hoping that their future will be colorful. The same is true of teacher Zhao in grade five. Whenever she attends class, her cordial greetings make our hearts as fresh as the breeze.

Her kind smile, like cool water, washed away the stains in our hearts. When the fifth grade heard the news of the class division, Mr. Zhao could no longer be with us. Everyone didn't want to believe it or accept it. Teacher Zhao only said one sentence at that time: "We are teachers and students in class, and we are friends after class. You can come and chat with me after class. " From that moment on, we gradually began to cherish every minute with Miss Zhao. Once, I accidentally left my homework at home and didn't bring it to school. In class, my heart was almost in my throat, and the teacher noticed something from my eyes.

After class, she asked me why I was distracted in class. I was afraid that the teacher would find something and said, "Because … I … my things … are missing … I'll look for them again." The teacher asked, "Really?" I can only confess leniency, resist strictness and say, "I forgot my homework." I closed my eyes and waited for the storm to come. The teacher said, "bring him here this afternoon and sign his name." In the afternoon, I took my signed homework to the teacher. The teacher touched my head and said, "Go to class." The way Miss Zhao attends class reminds me of President Kobayashi in Little Doudou by the Window. She never showed impatience in the face of the same questions from her classmates over and over again. She always talks a little about her health, listening attentively, talking patiently and teaching by hand.

Every time I see Miss Zhao walk into the classroom, I feel very at ease and warm. Dear Miss Zhao, although I am no longer your student, we will certainly remember your earnest hope and your bright smile will bloom in our hearts forever.

Unforgettable composition 6 On that day, everything was normal. At noon, we finished writing the composition, and I was quietly reading my favorite book. Suddenly, I heard a voice: "Zhao Tongtong, come with me to the office." I frowned. Did I do something bad? Don't! How is that possible? What is it? My heart suddenly fluttered like fifteen buckets of water!

I quickly recalled everything in the morning and followed you with trepidation. When I got to the office, you moved a chair, smiled at me and said softly, "Come, sit down." Then I found mine from the composition book on my desk, looked at me and said, "Tong Tong, your composition is very good. Go home today and print out your composition. I want to post it in the learning world for everyone to learn! " Sitting in a chair with eyes as big as two bells, he asked mysteriously, "Really?" "Of course it's true!" You answer with a smile. After listening to this sentence, I am very happy, and my heart is sweeter than eating a good chocolate. When I walked out of the office, I glanced out the window with my eyes. Hey, today's sky is particularly blue, the grass is particularly green, and the water in the pool is particularly clear.

The next morning, as soon as the office door opened, I went in and carefully put the printed composition on your desk. After a few steps, I was afraid that the composition paper would fly away, so I turned around and pressed the paper with a teacup before leaving safely. At noon, my composition appeared in the "learning world" of the classroom. Students gathered in front of the "learning world", and my heart was pounding. I wanted to read my composition, but I pretended to be reserved. At this time, Wu Yifei came over and said, "Xiao Zhao, your composition is posted on it. Great!" . Wu Ziyan also came running. She patted me on the shoulder and said, "Of course, Lao Zhao."

Teacher Cheng, the clouds are beautiful, the wind is soft and the water is clear, but I prefer your encouragement!

Once, I actually didn't like writing, even hated writing, but since this happened, I fell in love with writing! Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, your encouragement, I will never forget!

Unforgettable composition 7 opens the door of knowledge for us with a piece of chalk, and lets us soar in the ocean of words with a textbook that smells like pen and ink. She is my most respected teacher, Miss Jia.

She has long curly hair and wears a pair of glasses. Sending out waves of charming fragrance. She likes to wear skirts, which gives the first impression that she is a responsible and reliable teacher.

Many students in our class misunderstand her, saying that she is strict and has more homework than other classes. But sometimes I see her with my own eyes, and sometimes she falls asleep at her desk. She lives in Changshu, which is 0/0 km away from us, but she arrives at school at 5 o'clock every day regardless of fatigue. Piles of data often appear on her desk; But also in the QQ group to review documents. She often organizes activities for us so that we can have something to write in our diary.

Teacher Jia is also very comforting. Whenever someone is sad because she didn't do well in the exam, or is under pressure to be a teacher Jia, she will patiently enlighten her. She can give us the sunshine we need.

I remember when you first took over from us, we were all unfamiliar with the new teacher. We all secretly say that you must be a bad teacher, but you don't care at all and give us lessons with a smile every time. In fact, I am also a student who doesn't like learning, and my writing is very sloppy. Like your mother, you carefully selected four books to practice calligraphy. I didn't agree at first, but I still scribbled. I didn't think you were a good teacher until you enlightened me again and again.

As the saying goes, "silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will dry their wick every night." It is true to describe you. You are a diligent gardener who cultivates us. Teacher. Thank you!

Unforgettable Composition 8 On the first day of school, we learned a text called Unforgettable Teacher in Chinese class. The story is about a teacher named Tian who teaches four grades, and each class will make up a short story to tell a classmate. Speaking of which, I remembered the Chinese class that Teacher Shi gave us.

Once, Teacher Shi wanted to teach us an ancient poem called Li Sao. She read the poem several times with us first, then told it together and made up a short story, which was very beautiful.

I still remember the main idea of the story: there was a poet named Jia Dao who had a lofty friend who lived in seclusion in the mountains. One quiet morning, I went to visit him and walked under a pine tree. I saw a Warawako driving a dog and went over and asked, "Warawako, where is your master?" "My master went to collect medicine." "Where do you collect herbs?" "It's in this mountain." "Can you take me to see him?" "no! I can't find master either. Although Master is in this mountain, it is foggy and I don't know where. " "ah! Now I'm completely disappointed. Yes! Here, my friends are like wild cranes in the clouds, erratic. Where can I find him? It seems that you can only wait quietly under the pine tree until he comes back early. "

I was fascinated by it, as if I were there, until Teacher Shi's voice came to an abrupt end and the classmate next to me poked me, and I woke up. In the past four years, I have listened to many stories of Teacher Shi, which moistened me like spring rain. Now I think of the story of those four years, and I am deeply grateful to Teacher Shi for sowing the seeds of literature in my young mind.

On our way from naivety to maturity and from ignorance to civilization, teacher, you use the torch of life to open the way for us. Three generations of gentlemen. I will never forget Mr. Shi's teaching, and I will benefit from it all my life.

Unforgettable composition 9 In a short term, my overseas Chinese life is colorful. The vivid entrance scene outlines infinite beautiful memories.

This is a fruitful autumn and a harvest season.

In the past, we came to our "new home" with longing for school and longing for friendship. Facing the bright dormitory and considerate tenants, we bid farewell to dependence and moved towards self-reliance.

At dawn, we stepped into the school gate facing the morning sun, and our laughter suddenly rippled on the campus after a day of silence.

With the lingering music, we copied the copybook. We can appreciate the profoundness of China culture from the text. Soon, there was a moving melody-that was the bell for class. We ran into the classroom quickly. In class, we listened attentively and leafed through the textbooks that smelled of ink. Everything was so attractive. So that we can read and express our feelings vividly, just like seedlings, and enjoy sucking the gurgling spring water.

I still remember the first Chinese class. The teacher said this sentence: "Learn Chinese with your heart." Time flies, the second semester's study and life is about to pass, and the teacher's words are still ringing in my ears.

Under the guidance of the teacher, we went boating in the sea of books. With Bai Juyi, you can enjoy the early spring beauty of "several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at spring mud"; The heroic spirit of "Wan Li went to Rongji to fly over the eaves and climb the wall" embodies Mulan's heroic spirit and feelings for her children. With Chang Jian, "Birds are singing and mountains are alive here, and people's hearts touch a pool of peace", understanding the poet's state of mind far from the secular; Staring at Qinhuai River, Du Mu's "business women don't know death and hate, but still sing backyard flowers across the river" has given the world a profound philosophy. Being taught by Confucius, listening to the inculcation that "learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous", I realized the Confucian thought of "don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you", and people love others.

Unforgettable composition 10 mentioned my most respected teacher, that is, my head teacher Chen, and asked me why I respected her because she cared about me very much.

Teacher Chen has a pair of bright eyes, is of medium build, and always has a smile on her face, which is so kind.

I remember it was a Chinese quiz. I only got 80 points in the exam, which is very sad. After school, my heart is like fifteen bottles of water-I am anxious to go home. At this moment, Miss Chen called me to the office and asked me with a gentle reprimand: "Annan, your grades have always been very good, what happened this time …" She frowned and looked at me silently. I suddenly felt ashamed, and my cheeks seemed to burn. I said shyly, "I had a high fever the other day, so …" "Oh, the teacher was wrong about you." Before I finished, Mr. Chen scrambled to say, "OK, let's analyze the test paper." My face is redder, and my heart is ashamed and moved. I am ashamed to find an objective reason to shirk my responsibility, and I am moved by Mr. Chen's generosity. Teacher Chen's profound analysis is like a trickle, like my thirsty heart. The cicada singing outside the window makes people fidgety. In the window, Mr. Chen was sweating profusely. I looked at Mr. Chen and felt guilty for a long time. I really want to turn into a drop of nectar to moisten the teacher's throat, a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off the teacher's head, and a breeze to take away the teacher's heat.

The teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief when he finished speaking. She looked at me and said, "Do you understand? You must study hard in the future!

Since then, I have studied hard, not ashamed to ask questions, and my grades have improved. By the end of the semester, I studied hard and finally got good grades.

Ah! Miss Chen, I will never forget you!

Unforgettable composition 1 1 There is such a person. He used knowledge as my road sign, moistened my soul with knowledge, and made me grow up happily with knowledge. ...

This man is my math teacher, Miss Chen. Although I only had contact with her for one year, I left a deep impression on her.

During the year with Mr. Chen, I couldn't help thinking of the afternoon when I touched the word "moved".

When the math test paper was handed out, I was shocked by what I saw. At that moment, I could hardly believe my eyes. How did this happen? Why did I only get 79 points? That red number is like a sword, inserted in my heart. Looking at the strange mocking eyes of my classmates, I remembered the scene that I was flattered by my excellent grades some time ago, and tears gradually blurred my eyes. ...

In the afternoon, I was called to the office by teacher Chen. I stood beside Mr. Chen, waiting for a "storm". I didn't expect teacher Chen to say to me, "I hope I can be more serious next time." Don't be sad. " No one wants to be the proud rabbit in the tortoise-hare race, right? Pride can only make people go backwards. Relax and try to be the persistent turtle, okay? "Looking at the teacher's bloodshot eyes, I was in tears. This tear is partly for the guilt in my heart and partly for the teacher's hard work. ...

From then on, I will never be proud and take my study seriously. Even if I transferred to another school later, I will never forget what Teacher Chen said to me that day. Every time I see the bright red "90" on the test paper, I see the smiling face like an angel in front of Mr. Chen, and his ears echo with his earnest words.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Mr. Chen devoted all his life to cultivating us into the pillars of the motherland in the future. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to nurture people. I will never forget Mr. Chen's kindness!

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

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Time easily throws people away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green. Six years of primary school is fleeting, but I will never forget the person who accompanied us-Chinese teacher Liu.

I remember one time when I went to physical education class, my classmates stayed on the playground to play. Today, I cleaned the classroom, so I went to the classroom in frustration. I gently pushed open the door of the classroom and saw you correcting our homework. I saw you rustling in your exercise book with a red pen in one hand and turning it gently with the other. Suddenly, you frown and wonder which naughty student's homework has been corrected. From your expression, I see your dissatisfaction with that student. After a while, you raised your eyebrows and smiled. I guess: you may have won my homework, and you can't help feeling a little proud! Slowly, there are fewer and fewer uncorrected exercise books until there are none at last. I see your wrinkled face, and your smile is brighter than flowers. You stood up, stretched, took a sip of water, and then leaned back in the chair wearily. ...

What impressed me the most was that you called me to the front that day, taught me to correct my composition hand in hand, read the beginning of my composition cadently, and smiled and said to me, "Cut to the chase, very good!" " "Hearing your praise makes me feel like a spring breeze." This sentence is so verbose that it can be changed into an idiom. "The teacher read my composition word by word and changed the sentence into an idiom at the same time. I read it just right. I admire this teacher in my heart. It seems that to learn composition well, you should not only read more books, but also have a strong literary foundation like a teacher. " Change a paragraph by yourself, I believe you can do it. "The teacher's words, like the warm sunshine in winter, reflect my confidence. ...

Thanks to the teacher, I am often ashamed; Thanks to the teacher, tears flooded my heart. Teachers' love and encouragement to us, like melting snow in spring, revived the earth and ignited all hopes; Just like giving charcoal in the snow, warmth comes so timely that our frozen hearts feel a little warmth and spread to our hearts.

I will never forget the kindness of putting a willow tree in my heart.

Unforgettable composition 13 has been written, which has solved many difficulties; Once, there was a lot of happiness to share with us; I used to be, from timid to bold now, which are inseparable from my beloved teacher. At all times, no one's growth has soaked the teacher's hard work; Looking around the world, which one does not include the hard work of teachers. It was the teacher who taught me knowledge. Teachers work hard silently, educating ignorant children into generations with ideals, morality, culture and discipline, and helping them find and realize their beautiful life ideals.

I want to say that teachers are like flowers. When I was eight years old, I was timid. Whenever my classmates raise their hands to answer questions in class, I am the only one who stays there and listens to others. Teacher, you have inspired me a little, given me opportunities again and again, and made me more and more bold. Looking at me who spoke enthusiastically in class, you smiled. I deeply remember one time after school, because my grandmother took me too late and it happened to rain that day. You came to me with an umbrella and took me home. I'm not wet, but I got your clothes wet. I want to thank you for giving me knowledge and making us knowledgeable people. Teacher-you will always be worthy of our respect and gratitude. You are like a candle around us, and I am in a dark place. You light my way. Teacher, you have exhausted yourself and illuminated others. This selflessness and dedication will never be forgotten. Although you live in poverty, you care about the future of your motherland. Although you are a red candle, your heart is connected with the hearts of students.

People say that "silkworms in spring will spin until they die". Your love is as warm as sunshine, as warm as spring breeze and as sweet as clear spring. How noble and great your love is. In the golden autumn harvest days, we are full of new trends and emotions. No amount of thanks can express our deep gratitude, and no amount of words can express our love for you.

I really hope that when I grow up, I can also become an engineer of the human soul and spread my knowledge to every corner of the world.

Unforgettable composition 14 in my life, I have seen countless faces: kind faces make me feel the warmth of life; Strange faces, let me see a colorful life; Brilliant face, let me realize the beauty of life ... however, the most unforgettable thing is that tired face, let me understand the hardships of life. One morning added a chill. Suddenly, there was a rough roar at the end of the street, which instantly broke the cold atmosphere just now. After a few seconds, the outline of a black hole gradually emerged in the darkness.

That is a country woman who can be seen everywhere, with rosy face and bright eyes. I am not young, and there are several shallow wrinkles on my face. After a long period of wind, rain, sun and rain, it has shown a vicissitudes of life. Slightly fat, wrapped in embroidered cotton-padded jacket, tightly wrapped in a yellow vest for delivering newspapers. Her feet pedaled the bicycle quickly, and her body swayed from side to side with the bicycle. Every time she pedaled, the car would ring wearily. This posture is always a bit ridiculous at ordinary times. She is riding a bike. Singing with a strong accent is an incomprehensible roar, but it is full of emotion and ups and downs.

In such a busy city, her existence may be unqualified, I think. She seemed to feel my gaze, looked back at me before she left, and gave me a simple and honest smile.

I froze.

What a simple and vivid expression! There may be countless such women in this city. They may run around tired from their daily work. Maybe there are elderly and sick parents at home, children who are studying, and husbands who are burdened with life ... Life has given her heavy anklets, but she must dance in them confidently.

There are many hardships in life, but she silently endured them, but the hardships did not smooth out her love for life, such a hardworking and strong woman. I have been trying to integrate into this city, live hard, love hard and smile hard.

I can't forget that bright smiling face, and that hardworking, simple and optimistic devotee gave me the deepest enlightenment.

This is a face of Zhang Shanliang, which makes me feel the warmth of life.

Unforgettable composition 15 Teacher, you are like a candle. Although thin, it is hot and scattered, which illuminates my childhood and makes me tired. This selfless dedication can make us gain more knowledge.

My teacher is a young man of 28 years old. You are tireless in teaching, and there is a gentleness in your big eyes.

Once, I didn't do well in the Chinese exam at school, and I only got 93 points. When I was sad, the teacher came over and stroked my head, encouraging me to find out what I did wrong, why I did it wrong, whether I was careless, and then prescribed the right medicine, earnestly saying that I would be more careful next time. It was a pair of teachers' hands that rekindled my optimism from sadness.

Another time, I accidentally fell down at school and blood beads appeared on my knees. I was so scared. After the teacher knew it, she came to care for me like a mother, helped me to the infirmary, and eagerly asked me if it hurt, and which part still hurt. After the medical staff helped me deal with the wound, the teacher sent me back to the classroom and told my classmates not to touch my wound, and communicated with my parents in time. It was the teacher who made me love like my mother at school.

When I was studying, a series of problems bothered me. At this moment, a clear voice sounded in my ear. Oh, it's my teacher. She helped me solve the problem, which makes me very grateful.

Her meticulous thinking, like a steady stream of Chinese, inspired me to unfold endless mysteries.

It was the teacher who opened the eyes and windows of my heart and tirelessly taught me a lot of knowledge. She is more approachable and gives me a sense of security and intimacy. In order to prepare lessons, teachers often forget to eat and sleep.

When I grow up, I also want to be a teacher, learn from you and repay your kindness.