The story of teachers and students

My teacher has wavy black hair; I'm still wearing a pair of glasses. I'm not sure whether to wear them or not. Anyway, I'm wearing a green coat today.

Although the teacher is very strict, in my heart, the teacher is fair. Especially the morning meeting, it reflects the fairness of teachers. The teacher is very kind to us and never quarrels with us. Fairness to us is also reflected in Li Bingyan. Li Bingyan in our class always disturbs classroom discipline. The teacher always teaches him patiently and never loses his temper. Although he did it, he always did it for our own good.

Teachers are scales, always fair to us; Teachers are protectors and always think of us; Teachers are lighthouses and always give us rights. ...

Teachers are high in my heart, knowledgeable, talented and beautiful, and always like detailed idioms … ..

The teacher said it's not bad for you to be older. You are my teacher. You are more like my mother. You teach me your knowledge, just as a mother feeds her children. You are really my idol.

It is even more true to say that you are knowledgeable. Your knowledge is like the sea, boundless; Your knowledge is like the Yangtze River. The waves behind push the waves ahead. Yours is like the earth, boundless; Your knowledge is like that pen, which is long; Your hand is like that hand, and there are endless words. ...

It is true that you are talented. Yours is a surging river, endless, endless. Say you're real.

The teacher is a good teacher with clear rewards and punishments, and I like you very much. You are like water, gentle and tender; You are like a mountain, striking; You are a flower, gentle; What grass are you, tender and beautiful? ...

I really hope to be a teacher in the future.

2. My teacher

Teacher Zhang is our Chinese teacher. She is in her thirties and is not tall. She often wears her hair in a ponytail. She wears simple and generous clothes. She likes red down jackets in winter and white shirts in summer.

Teacher Zhang has a pair of special eyes.

Teacher Zhang has a pair of encouraging eyes. Once, Mr. Zhang asked me to answer questions in class, and I couldn't answer them. Teacher Zhang gave me an encouraging look. Teacher Zhang also has a pair of strict eyes. Once I made a little gesture in class, and Teacher Zhang gave me a stern look. Teacher Zhang also has a pair of admiring eyes. Once I did my homework so fast that the best students in our class didn't catch up with me. Teacher Zhang gave me an admiring look.

Teacher Zhang not only has a pair of special eyes, but also a caring heart.

Once, I accidentally broke my head at school. Teacher Zhang saw it and quickly went downstairs to help me get up and send me to the hospital, so that the doctor could prescribe medicine for me.

Teacher Zhang is very serious about her work and strict with her students. I didn't finish my homework once. After school in the afternoon, Teacher Zhang asked me to make up my homework. I can't write because I didn't listen carefully in class. Teacher Zhang repeated what he said today. After I finished my homework, Mr. Zhang checked my homework again and asked me to correct my mistakes. It was already dark at this time, and Teacher Zhang went home.

I think: when I get home, my mother must have cooked the meal. When I get home, Teacher Zhang may have to cook, wash clothes, do housework, prepare lessons, correct homework, and definitely stay up late at night. Thought of here, my heart is sour, this is all because I delayed the teacher's time, I will definitely correct it in the future and let the teacher worry.

3. My teacher

There are many teachers who have taught me, but what impressed me is my math teacher, Miss Yang. Miss Yang is now in her early thirties. She is very beautiful, with a high nose, waterfall hair hanging down to her shoulders, crescent-shaped eyebrows, watery eyes and rosy lips. Although she is a middle-aged person, she is still humorous, likes to tell us jokes and often makes us laugh. I remember it was a hot afternoon. I overslept in the afternoon and was late for school. I walked to the door of the classroom and shouted "Report!" . Teacher Yang smiled and asked, "Who is outside?" The whole class burst into laughter. I thought to myself, "I am a naughty king." Am I going to give up today? " No, I have to answer. "So I answered strangely:" I am Xu Zeyu! " The whole class laughed louder, and the teacher said, "Then please come in! " "

Another time we were doing homework, because we had done more than two classes, and the whole class was very annoyed. At this time, Teacher Yang searched a joke on his mobile phone and said, "I'll tell you a joke, don't worry." As soon as everyone heard the word "joke", they immediately got excited and listened attentively. I only heard Teacher Yang say with a smile, "Once upon a time, a duck and a chicken talked about their respective ideals. The duck said, my ideal is to go to Beijing and be a Beijing roast duck. The chicken said, what is your ambition? My ideal is to go to the United States and import KFC. " The whole class laughed, we relaxed, and we felt very comfortable about this topic.

This is our teacher Yang, a good teacher who makes us happy and loves us.

4. My teacher

Two sparkling eyes, a glib mouth, two thin faint arch eyebrows, and a bit childish in their brow. Smiling is her signature gesture. This is my head teacher, Miss Han Xiuyun.

She teaches us math. In class, she is simple and humorous. Aroused my interest in mathematics. However, I haven't laid a good foundation in mathematics since I was a child. Even if I study hard, I still can't understand what the teacher said, and as an introverted girl, I am embarrassed to say it. But on second thought, she found me a little strange. So, after class, she asked me to go to the office and have a heart-to-heart talk. In this conversation, she knew that I was not good at math. So, after school, she left me, taught me to do math problems and reviewed the knowledge points I talked about today. At half past six in the evening, she said to me, "Although you are not good at math, you are smart. If you stay every night, the teacher will help you review your lessons and try to improve your math scores, but you should also preview your lessons at home, okay? " I said gratefully, "Well, I see, teacher, thank you!" " The teacher flashed her trademark action again-smiled at me and added, "Go home quickly, and be careful that your parents are worried about you." . ""well, goodbye, teacher! " I also politely replied to the teacher and went home. In this way, I stayed every night and asked the teacher to help me review my lessons. This has been going on for several months, and the final exam is coming. During the exam, I was confident because I made preparations in advance. A few days later, the report card was sent out. I did better in the exam than usual and the teacher was happy for me.

So, I want to repay my teacher well, but I don't know what to do. I can only say silently in my heart: "teacher, I want to call you mom!" " "

5. My teacher

The first teacher I met when I stepped into the primary school gate was Miss Yun, who accompanied me through three years of campus life.

Miss Yun is a beautiful young female teacher, short, with black hair, a pair of bright eyes embedded in the lovely goose egg face, and often smiles. I remember when I was in primary school, my posture of holding a pen was incorrect, and my teacher taught me how to hold a pen. However, while the teacher was not paying attention, I returned to the wrong posture. After she found out, she was not angry, but patiently said to me, "If you can't correct this wrong posture, you will not only write several times slower than others in the future, but also affect the clarity and beauty of words and even your eyesight." In this way, the teacher reasoned with me seriously and asked my classmates and parents to supervise my pen-holding posture. Now, I personally feel the benefits of holding the pen correctly, and I also feel the good intentions of Teacher Yun. Although this matter is small, Mr. Yun also asked us to take it seriously. Perhaps this is what Mr. Yun often said: "Don't be too small to do it."

Miss Yun's strict requirements for us in study seem unreasonable, but she actually cares and loves us very much in life. Care about us in life. Once when I was playing, I accidentally cut my hand. After the teacher knew, he quickly took me to the school infirmary for treatment. The bleeding stopped and a band-aid was put on. I am really proud to have such a strict and caring teacher. I'm glad to meet such a good teacher. I like her.

6. My teacher

Q: How many kinds of teachers are there in the world? A: There are two kinds, strict and democratic. Q: What kind of Chinese teacher do you belong to? A: Strict.

My Chinese teacher is a strict teacher, and her strictness is not nominal-I remember once, before the class started, the whole class was in a mess, and the quarrel and conversation were mixed up, even the class cadres could not control it. At the beginning of the class, some good students reflected these situations to the teacher. The Chinese teacher suddenly became furious: "Why are you so unconscious? You are still so noisy when the teacher is not here, and you are still running around ... "These words are like the surging river flooding into our ears, and the whole class is silent and even afraid to breathe. Surprisingly quiet.

Another time, our "hero" Lin Teng was eating the heart of a wolf and setting fire to the classroom. The fire seemed to engulf the whole classroom, and it almost spread. Thanks to the instructor, some accidents were avoided. The teacher scolded the whole class after listening, and the whole class was frightened. That's not enough. The second class was arrested and taught, which shows how strict the teacher is.

Although the teacher is very strict, I know that the teacher's strictness is wrapped in a kind of care:

She "said" that we are not disciplined, just to let us consciously abide by discipline and not let others control us;

She "said" that we play with fire just to remind ourselves of safety at all times.

Her strictness is her concern for us.

People say: "Teachers are gardeners who cultivate flower seedlings; Teachers burn their own candles; The teacher is the ladder of others by going up one flight of stairs. " No matter how strict the teacher is, she does it for the students.

7. My teacher

Teacher Tang Changfen is the head teacher of our class. Her slim figure is particularly eye-catching, slim. On the podium, her big eyes shone as deep as black gems, and her straight nose showed her stubborn character. If any classmate annoys her, the consequences are unimaginable, she will fly into a rage, but her anger will soon disappear; She is amiable, gentle and kind when she is happy; But sometimes her voice becomes hoarse after more classes. Teacher Tang loves to laugh, and she just keeps laughing when she laughs. In short, she loves to laugh and lose her temper and loves us very much. Her mood and personality really make people know her voice and her person.

I still remember one time, a classmate owed a lot of money to several other students. Later, she (Mr. Tang) found out and flew into a rage. These students were scolded and cried. When Mr. Tang is happy, he will tell us jokes, which will make us laugh from ear to ear, and let us learn to relax in the intense study and face the exam. No matter what we do, Mr. Tang never does everything for us, but always lets us learn to do it. He just gave us more advice or help at the critical moment (before the mid-term exam or the final exam), which made us feel "suddenly enlightened". Now I have not only made great progress in writing, but also improved my composition level quickly. This is nothing to others, but I have to pay several times more sweat than others, because my foundation is very poor. In order to catch up with other students at work, I accepted Mr. Tang's advice: First, pay attention to the things around me, write down what I have seen and heard and what I want in the form of a diary, and accumulate composition materials. Second, read more books and newspapers, extract good words and phrases, and draw nutrition from them. In every semester, I choose the best composition from my classmates and post it on the wall, so that I can learn their advantages and good words and sentences in my composition in various ways. Now write a composition, no more headaches, nothing to say. I will study harder in the future and live up to Mr. Tang.

Our teacher Tang is such a good teacher, sometimes a strict teacher, sometimes a close friend, and even my mentor.

Miss Qian is our head teacher and also our Chinese teacher.

She is tall and thin. She speaks kindly, teaches seriously and uses proper methods, which is very popular with her classmates. We all like her.

Whenever we have a new class, Mr. Qian always asks us to read aloud first, then analyze the text for us, find out what we don't understand, patiently tell it to everyone, and finally let us read the new words and texts again and again. Do dictation in the next class and read the text aloud, so that what you have learned will not be forgotten.

Mr. Qian hasn't taught our class for a long time, but we have established a deep relationship between teachers and students. She cares and loves us as much as her own children.

Recently, Wang Yingrui was ill in hospital. She hasn't come to class since school started. Teacher Qian is very anxious and wants to visit her home. The monitor suggested that the whole class send her a card and a bunch of flowers collectively. The teacher said, "Great. Students should care for each other and love each other. " On the greeting card, the teacher wrote a deep wish on behalf of the whole class, "May Wang Yingrui recover soon!" Go to school as soon as possible ",everyone rushed up and signed their names on the card. May she experience everyone's concern and collective warmth during her illness.

I think she must be very happy to receive this card, and her illness will get better day by day. She will definitely come to school early. She will be deeply grateful to Mr. Qian and our classmates in her heart.

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I am a timid girl. I am afraid of many things, such as dogs, kittens, cocks and hedgehogs. It seems that I am afraid of all mammals. When I meet a stranger, I won't take the initiative to say hello without my parents' tips. After school, I have one more thing to be afraid of, and that is the teacher. I'm really afraid of teachers. I don't know why, I always feel nervous when she speaks, so I won't take the initiative to talk to the teacher. After a long time, the relationship with the teacher is naturally not much better. When I was in the fifth grade, I also wanted to please my teacher and give her a gift. It was not Teacher's Day or New Year's Day. Of course, she also accepted them. Now I think there are very few primary school teachers who don't accept gifts from students, right? I remember the teacher smiled at that time, and I smiled when I saw her smile. If I were you, I might not laugh now.

After graduating from primary school, I was admitted to a famous school in the city on my own and met several teachers. I'm still afraid of them. I envy seeing other students and teachers talking and laughing, but I don't have the courage to find any topic. Of course, I won't give any gifts, because those are always superficial phenomena, too unrealistic and too flashy, which won't really help me. In junior high school for three years, a teacher used to be my head teacher. She wrote a good hand. I found this problem when she wrote the second word on the blackboard, but unfortunately, she was soon promoted to the school director.

Dad once said, "When you were in primary school, I didn't expect you to be admitted to a key middle school. When you were in junior high school, I didn't expect you to be admitted to a key high school. "

In high school, I was still in a key high school, but not by myself, but by my parents' hard-earned money for many years. I cried when I knew I could go to that school. I thank my parents, at the same time, I am lamenting my neglected junior high school life. When I packed my bags and went to that school, my mother said to me affectionately, "Son, time waits for no one, so stop playing."

In high school, the first teacher I dealt with was my head teacher. She teaches English. Of course, I'm still afraid of her. Fortunately, I'm not the only one who's afraid of her. Almost all the boys in our class are afraid of her. Her English pronunciation is very standard and she knows a lot of grammar. She is very loyal to her work. In my opinion, she does every job well. She has a lot of rich teaching experience, that is, an experienced teacher. We are a boarding school, and the discipline of dormitory and evening self-study has always been a big problem in our class. When the teacher learned about this, he took out a class to rectify discipline. Oh, my God! I can't believe that after that, none of that is a problem anymore.

I'll never forget that last semester of my freshman year, several classmates and I helped another classmate cheat the teacher. At that time, we thought that was the friendship of brothers, which brought a lot of inconvenience to the teacher's work. Then I took the initiative to admit my mistake. She severely criticized me and told me many reasons. I suddenly had a stomachache when I knew that we were all cheated by that classmate. At this time, the teacher told my classmates to take me to rest quickly. Maybe in her opinion, everything she did was nothing, but in my heart, at that moment, her status was so high that she was criticized by her in the office a moment ago, but now she is lying in the hospital bed in the consulting room. I lay there, tears streaming down my face, and my classmates asked me, "Does it hurt?" I didn't say anything. She said, "It's not like you encouraged everyone to lie. Why do you want to admit your mistake? " I just shook my head and smiled. How did she know what I was thinking? Now, I know how important the teacher's criticism was. If it weren't for her, I might lie again in the future, and I might lie even more. Similarly, she let me know that you can't just look at a person's appearance, but you should pay attention to it.

Remember to listen to classmates say that our teacher doesn't have to be angry, but smiling at you will make your heart tremble. Although what she said is a bit exaggerated, our teacher does have such power.

Once, I saw the teacher standing in the hall watching the students playing badminton in circles outside. She smiled. I think she misses her childhood. I smiled when I saw her smile. I won't regret this smile when I am old. I don't know when to respect this teacher, not only to respect him, but also to admire his methods and principles of dealing with people. At that time, several of our classmates were in the office to help the teacher sort out the report cards. Many other teachers are talking about other people's affairs, which are all short-lived. I noticed that my teacher was not involved. She just corrected her paper quietly. At that time, I was thinking, if she had been my head teacher for three years in high school, how wonderful it would be!

Soon, the first year of high school was over. I heard that she is likely to teach the next senior one. I really regret it. I really regret it. How I wish she could call me for three years. This is the only teacher I respect, admire and appreciate! I have heard that we have been in the same boat for one hundred years. I think she can be my teacher for more than one hundred years. Over the past year, I have learned a lot from her that is not in books. It would be great if you could teach me for another two years! Teacher's Day is coming. I don't know if I can see her thin figure in class, but I want to say the most common thing to her:

Teacher, I wish you a happy Teacher's Day!

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. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful 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, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making 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 exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about 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! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

(Choose me! )