The narrative "My Teacher" is 800 words.

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 she loves to teach us to read poetry 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.

See teacher Liu

At the beginning of 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. When he smiles, his mouth is crooked and he blinks from time to time. Every time he comes to her class, he will quietly walk into the classroom when we are noisy and unwilling to be quiet, giving us a big jump. Then he said with a serious face, "Your discussion is really lively. The bell rings. When you finished, I'll talk, and everyone continued to talk, but we slowly calmed down and listened to her give us a lesson.

I remember that I just entered the fifth grade, and I don't know why my old teacher stopped teaching us. We are still a little reluctant to part with her. We were very nervous when we learned that a new teacher in our school taught us math. Who knows that when I first saw my new teacher Liu, her funny appearance infected me. I always think that he is not only a math teacher, but also a competent "speaker". When he first taught us, he spoke very fast, and his super-fast voice seemed endless for three days and nights. She analyzed our study without sarcasm.

In this way, she accompanied us for a period of time, and my math scores gradually rose: from about 80 points at the beginning to more than 90 points now. Of course, this achievement has also become an important reason why I respect Mr. Liu. May we get along longer and longer! ! !

I am proud to have a good teacher like me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.

In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?

But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". .

In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't, but Miss Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!

But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.

Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.

I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?

Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.

Time flies, it has been six years in a blink of an eye, and I am about to enter junior high school and bid farewell to the primary school where I have lived for six years. In the past six years, I have had both sadness and happiness, experienced many unusual things and called many friends. Besides, I also met a good teacher-Cai Ni. ; She is a relatively young teacher in her early twenties. Although she looks ordinary, her own dress is neat and makes people look fresh. Her lectures are lively, easy to understand, and her teaching methods are unique, and her classmates like her very much. ; When I first came into contact with her, I was not very impressed with her, but in a composition class, I changed my mind about her. It was my first composition class in grade two, because I didn't go to preschool and didn't even know what composition was. After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is to turn beautiful sentences into paragraphs. This is simple to say, but not so easy to do. I can't even make sentences at ordinary times, so it's even harder for me to write jokes. I was prostrated on the table and couldn't help crying. ; "ah! I really like it! " "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, I was awakened by my classmate's voice and looked up, ah! The teacher drew a big cock on the blackboard, which is lifelike and particularly beautiful. The teacher said, "Students, who can describe this big cock?" The students all raised their hands with great enthusiasm. I couldn't help shrinking because I was too timid to speak. "Huang, tell me!" The teacher pointed at me and said. I stood up shyly, fingered my skirt, and waited for a long time to come up with a few words. I didn't expect the teacher to lead the whole class to applaud me and say that I spoke very well. Then the teacher wrote the words "My Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this is the topic of today's composition. As soon as I got to the composition book, I began to write. I don't know why. Beautiful sentences jumped out of my mind one by one, and the blue pen jumped on the square paper. ; After the training of this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. I will always remember the good intentions of Teacher Cai!

When I was a child, I often fantasized about a carefree life, without studying or thinking. Gradually, I understand that people can't stand in society without knowledge. We must think with our brains, so we must go to school for further study. But I am particularly distressed. I heard that going to school is particularly tiring. But now I like going to school, thanks to my teacher.

On the first day of school, Teacher Meng came in. She glanced at the class with sharp and hopeful eyes, picked up a book that was not very gorgeous and began to call the roll. Mom left soon, and I began to get along with my teachers and classmates. Teacher Meng is very strict with us, but he never punishes us. Every time a classmate makes a mistake, the teacher always gives him a reason and tells him not to make the same mistake again. From the so-called mantra of Teacher Meng, "Don't yell at us again and again. Teacher Meng is very careful in class, and she will explain all the questions we don't understand carefully until we fully understand them, so basically everyone studies well in our class. Teacher Meng was very anxious when she heard that her classmates had problems that she couldn't do, but she also smiled when she learned that the final exam in our class was the first in the whole grade on average, and it was also the "fruit" that Teacher Meng carefully cultivated us. Teacher Meng is very knowledgeable. If one of us says the word "impossible", she will definitely say to you, "In my dictionary, there is no such word as impossible. "Napoleon said this, so remember! The students nodded their heads if they realized something. In a blink of an eye, two years have passed, and we are about to say goodbye to Teacher Meng. We really can't bear it. We must remember you, Miss Meng!

My teacher's surname is Han, and he is short, but he is born with a stubborn temper and teaches people to be eloquent. Jiazi-shaped face, a pair of stern eyes and Baidu-high glasses, let me introduce what Teacher Han has done!

Teacher Han's teaching method is different from other teachers: first of all, she is particularly concerned about poor students. If there are problems that can't be solved, Mr. Han is as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. As soon as she has time, she will call poor students to the office, and poor students and other teachers will soon become relatives; Secondly, Miss Han must finish teaching what she has prepared for each class before we finish class. Even after the second class, she won't frown or blink. Finally, teacher Han is not as relaxed with students as other teachers. Anyone who has not handed in his homework must take the initiative to go to the office and tell the reason. He can't let the group leader or class representative take a message, and he has to do ideological work for the student before he is willing to let him go.

Teacher Han is really disappointed in our students this year. Mr. Han can't help us if we don't eat hard and soft; If we are a little more obedient, Mr. Han will be extremely happy. As long as Mr. Han is away, we will get rid of the smallpox repaired in the classroom while incense is burning. What about the next day? We must be hit by the board. It's really "difficult to teach"! Who let us be a group of fur monkeys!

Teacher Han forbids us to fill in the "classmate record"; We are also not allowed to send greeting cards; We are not allowed to send flowers on Teachers' Day. Don't do this, don't do that, just think of us as flowers in the greenhouse. What's the use of a good brain What's the use of getting full marks? I just muddled along day after day until I graduated from primary school. Maybe you don't understand, neither do we. Why can't Mr. Han allow former students to fill in the "classmate record", send greeting cards and send flowers on Teacher's Day? I have been looking for the answer to this question, but no one can answer me.

In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Teacher Zhang appeared in front of us. First of all, I thought to myself, she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Zhang! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher?

But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Teacher Zhang's handwriting is good, too, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict after class. I remember she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they are in the hands of Teacher Zhang, there is nothing, that is, what she gives them is crunchy, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches." .

In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't. But Teacher Zhang never criticized me, just talked to me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!

But I will also remember this little lesson. Next time, I hope I won't make mistakes again. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a normal me.

Also, I want to say to Teacher Zhang: If I am a bird with wings spread, then you are the wind that flutters my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.

Another autumn has come, and Teacher's Day, like this harvest season, has quietly come to us, bearing the hard work of teachers and the hope of gardeners to sow. In the teachers' satisfied expressions and their joyful faces, my junior high school teachers are looming in front of me. I can't remember her name (when I was a child, I thought calling the teacher's name was blasphemous), but her figure and expression are still very clear in my heart!

It was also in the first Chinese class this season that she came into the classroom with a stack of compositions. His feet are slightly lame, his clothes are elegant and fresh, and his thin white face is calm and calm. And the clear eyes hidden behind the lens are so sharp.

She picked up her composition book and began to read our names. Her voice is crisp and pleasant. The students went over in turn and got the composition back, but they didn't hear my name. . . I started to panic and looked at her in surprise. She still gave us a calm look with clear eyes, and everyone was quiet. Her sweet voice rang again: "Next, I'm going to read you a composition. . . . "Oh, dear, that's obviously my composition! ! Under her voice, my composition is so beautiful and vivid! It's like she went through it with me. . . .

I hope I can be satisfied.