Senior one praised my teacher's composition.

"The teacher is a red candle, illuminating others and burning himself; The teacher is a gardener, planting peaches and plums all over the world; Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students step by step to rise steadily. The following is the composition that I brought to you to praise the teacher in Grade One. Welcome to reading.

Number one: praise my teacher.

There is a math teacher in our class, tall, about 1. 70 meters, with thick black hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his fair face. His cheerful personality is a good friend of our students. I thought the teacher was very serious before, but it wasn't.

Li Shangyin, a great writer in ancient times, once said, "Silkworms in spring must spin silk until they die, and candles must drain the wick every night." I think this poem is really suitable to describe my math teacher. I remember once, the math teacher hurt his leg because of an accident. We all thought that he would take a leave of absence from class, but this is not the case. The next day, we saw him limping into the classroom with a cane and giving us a lecture on the podium as usual. We couldn't help but be very moved to see him limping on the podium to give us a lecture. What moved me even more was that I met a difficult problem and wanted to ask the teacher, but I was afraid that the teacher's feet hurt. I crept to the door of the office and looked around. Then the math teacher saw me and asked, "Wang Jie, what can I do for you?" "I can't do one question," I whispered with my head down. "Then come here and the teacher will tell you something." The teacher waved and said with a smile. Then, the teacher patiently explained it to me again and again until I understood it. When I left, the teacher praised me: "That's what learning should be like. Only by daring to ask and do can I get good grades."

I remember another time, I failed in the final exam. At the graduation ceremony, I was depressed at my desk alone. At this time, the math teacher came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you do well in the exam this time?" I felt a little embarrassed and had to nod my head. What I didn't expect was that instead of criticizing me, the math teacher smiled and touched my head and said, "It doesn't matter if I failed this exam, and it's not necessarily a bad thing. It can let you know that there are still some shortcomings in your place. As long as you can master them well, you will get good grades next time. " After listening to the teacher's encouragement, my heart was warm.

There are many such good teachers around us, and we can't praise them too much! Teacher, what a sacred word! Teacher, you are like a loving mother, holding our little hands to the door of knowledge and teaching us how to be a man. Teacher, you are like a hard gardener, cultivating us with hard sweat and painstaking efforts. Teacher, you are like a special friend, playing games with us, studying together and having a good time with us. In the experimental primary school campus, there are many good teachers who love their jobs and are dedicated. They are willing to be a ladder and contribute silently, and interpret the glorious title of teachers in their own unique way.

Chapter 2: Praise my teacher Liu Jiayi.

Time flies, time flies. Three years may be fleeting, but the memory of three years will be deeply imprinted in our hearts. The college entrance examination has just passed, and we are about to enter senior three. Counting the days at school, I feel that parting is just around the corner. Placement means that you may never go to your former teacher's class again, and the college entrance examination also means that you may have little chance to meet your teacher in the future. Fennel used to talk and laugh in class, recalling the laughter and abuse with her classmates. Each of us will be moved and will miss it.

However, everything must come to an end. I don't want to describe my teachers as "the silkworms in spring weave until they die, and the candles are crying dry every night", but I just want to tell you truly that you will always be my favorite "big fools".

The physics teacher is stupid because of her persistence. It can be said that my feelings for you are mixed. I hate you because you always give us extra meals from time to time. But this hatred is only short-lived, and there is more love. Because of you, the physics of our class can reach today's level. And you always have hope for us, never give up, never give up. When other teachers think that we can't learn this subject well, and even scoff at your behavior, you still insist on it. We can all see your kindness and appreciate your "humiliation".

The English teacher is stupid because she is worried. In every English class, you will never forget to spend some time on ideological education for us. You are worried that we will relax our study, so you always tell us to be prepared for danger in times of peace. But from time to time, let us think about the future, set goals and seize the opportunities now. Looking at your frowning brows, I'm beginning to worry. It seems a sin and a regret not to study hard now.

The head teacher is more stupid, stupid in her gentleness. You never seem angry with us. At first, we did take advantage of your gentleness and made many mistakes, but you always influenced us little by little with your softening policy, gradually warming our cold hearts. You make us feel that high school life is not only endless learning, but also the care of teachers. You didn't do well in the exam, and you kept telling us to work hard and learn from it next time.

We are a group of stubborn children, but we know how to be grateful and like your stupidity. I hope you keep your stupid state. After many years, it will become our most cherished thing.

Chapter 3: Praise my teacher.

For many high school students, it is not difficult to choose liberal arts and science. I have asked many students who choose liberal arts why they want to study liberal arts. Is it because liberal arts is better, and I prefer liberal arts, or because physics is not good? The answer of all the people I have asked is: physics is too difficult and troublesome, so there is no way.

From this point of view, it seems that many students are angels whose wings are broken by physics. After all, physics is the core of science. Compared with the other two subjects, biology and chemistry, physics will be a bit boring and difficult to learn. But to be honest, I actually like physics. At first, I felt a little theoretical and mechanized. Like most people, I gradually fell in love with physics.

The first time I took teacher Cai's class was in the first year of high school. At that time, because the teacher asked for leave, Teacher Cai came to take the place. I have long heard that the physics teacher in the next class is different and passionate. Sure enough, I think the teacher spoke very well in the first class. Listening to her class is very interesting. And for the first time, I thought her class was particularly funny. Maybe she doesn't think so, but we all find it particularly interesting. Later, she came to take our class for half a semester. Teacher Cai's teaching is really meaningless. Listening to her lecture will make you feel suddenly enlightened. Practice and read books after class, and you will be familiar with the main points of knowledge. At that time, my physics gradually improved.

Although Cai's teaching method is different from other teachers, her teaching level is really high. She is very studious. Even as a teacher, she is still eager to learn, and she will be angry when she sees that some of our classmates are not serious in class, because she thinks that life is only once and youth is only once. Now she will study hard and won't regret it. She told us that there is a lot of physics in life, and learning physics is actually very interesting. Teacher Cai is very conscientious, and she is willing to spend time and energy just to tell us more. We all know that she works so hard, and she can bear it strongly if she is told by other teachers who don't work so hard. In my eyes, Mr. Cai is really a good teacher. Only if you don't attend Mr. Cai's class will you remember how well Mr. Cai teaches.

Teacher Cai is a good teacher. I hope she can be healthier, so that she won't be too tired to work. This is the teacher I want to praise most, and also the teacher I admire most.

Chapter 4: Praise my teacher.

Listen, this cadence voice, low tone and moderate speech speed can be heard every time you enter the door. He is not a monitor, a discipline inspection commission or a class representative. He is the core figure of the August 7th-Teacher Jin.

You will say: you are so smart. Teacher Jin is so distinctive. How easy it is to describe! Well, I'll tell you that this "sharp and kind teacher" is not that simple! Next, I'll show you his sharpness.

First of all, the exterior, the skin has turned khaki because of years of hard work, and two conspicuous eyebrows with ink lines reveal unique black-rimmed glasses. Behind the lens are a pair of eyes full of wisdom, as sharp as an eagle, and no little movement can escape his eyes. That mouth keeps the motor on and off every time, as if the end of the world would never stop. He is of medium height and his clothes are always black, gray and white. As long as he takes an elegant step, his shoes will "click, click" rhythmically. Hearing this, the students in the class immediately became quiet for twelve points.

Then there is his usual performance. He is as observant as Edogawa Conan, and his clever thinking makes Holmes concede three points.

Fluent in Chinese and English, full of classroom events and English grammar, knowing that the teacher is a good teacher in class management and teaching, but I don't know which detective is a part-time teacher. On the first day of school, he made his classmates "humorous", such as "xx is fat" and "I have played too much during the holiday, but my brain is still playing"-and so on, all kinds of ingredients in the air laughed!

Finally, it is the effort behind him.

"One day as a teacher, life as a father." He is not only the "father" of so many people in Class Seven, but also has a child of his own. When his classmates lamented that his CPU (hard disk) was powerful, he was trying to prepare lessons and read problem sets, sometimes even his own children were ignored. We are not related to him by blood, but he works as hard as preparing for the college entrance examination. All this is just to make us better and get into an ideal university. Some people will be upset because of his sharpness, but have you ever known that it took him a long time to remember that sentence? He is mean to you, but he cares about you. Sharp is his greatest feature.

He knew every classmate, so he hit the nail on the head. He is sharp to you, which shows that he knows you. He called me "outspoken". I don't know whether it is a strength or a weakness, but I have always been honest with my teacher, because I know that if I don't talk, my teacher won't understand what I am thinking and my work will not go smoothly.

How many students benefited from his sharpness? Confucius' 3000 disciples are timeless, perhaps not as good as his teachings and tireless teaching.

Is the batter out? Isn't this sharp "detective", "benevolent teacher" and "gentleman" great?

Chapter 5: Praise my teacher.

"The teacher is a red candle, illuminating others and burning himself; The teacher is a gardener, planting peaches and plums all over the world; Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; The teacher is a stone step, bearing the steady rise of students step by step ... "Whenever I think of this poem, I think of our versatile, well-taught and approachable teacher Feng.

Miss Feng is tall with a shiny black ponytail. There are a pair of big eyes like black grapes under the curved eyebrows, and a glib mouth under the beautiful nose. When you smile, rows of white teeth are exposed, giving people a kind feeling.

Teachers who are closely related to students.

Teacher Feng's concern for us can be described as meticulous. When students vomit and get sick, she will be like an ant on hot bricks. Three steps came, be caring and attentive, and clean up vomit. Once, Zhang Xinyi's scalp was cut by Xia Zijie, and Mr. Feng was anxious to look around. He also asked Zhang Xinyi if it hurt. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was sure it was just a small matter.

Teacher Feng not only cares about our study, but also cares about our eyes and the windows of our hearts. In order to protect our eyes, we also played a lot of hilarious jokes.

One day, I concentrated on my homework and my body gradually fell down. When Mr. Feng saw me, he said humorously, "Which uncle's head fell on the table and his eyes hit the notebook?" I listened, blushed, and quickly straightened up and raised my head.

Good teaching, Mr. Feng.

Teacher Feng is sometimes not in class, but in the green nature. One sunny day, Teacher Feng came to the classroom and said to us kindly, "Students, what is the lotus like?" When the students heard this, they talked loudly. Some people say that lotus is bright red. It's kind of said that lotus is snow white. "Stop-have you seen the lotus?" Teacher Feng said with a smile. "Have you ever seen a lotus?" We all shook our heads.

Coming to the lotus pond, a refreshing fragrance is intoxicating. "Flower-"Waterfall-like water drops splashed on the stone, and the graceful lotus flowers were particularly beautiful against the green leaves. Teacher Feng asked us, "How to write this composition?" "I will do it!" Tian first spoke: "The lotus is slim and graceful, and the green lotus leaves set off the petite and lovely lotus." "The fish swam happily in the clear water, as if whispering to the lotus!" "A gust of wind blows and the lotus dances. I seem to have turned into a lotus, listening to the fish with the happiness of the lotus ... "

A class is spent in the laughter of the students. Back in the classroom, Mr. Feng came up with many good words and sentences. We read them, integrated them and wrote many beautiful articles.