The Chinese teacher teaches us to write a composition.

1. The composition "teacher" who taught me to write a composition is an engineer of the human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.

Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.

I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "

Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "

The teacher taught me (400 words) to write a composition. He always teaches me to write a composition. In the process of growing up, the teacher gave us a lot. Among them, what impressed me the most was that the teacher taught me to write a composition.

At that time, I participated in the school speech contest and wrote a speech. In order to make the speech more perfect, Teacher Chu made several detailed revisions for me. Every afternoon after school, the teacher always leaves me behind, carefully scrutinizing words and sentences word by word, even the subtle punctuation marks. In order to make me have a deeper understanding and better memory of the article, the teacher will explain it to me in detail until I understand it. Teachers in teachers' offices (China University Network, please keep this mark. ) All gone, she is still patiently correcting my composition. In this way, day after day, day after day cycle, although the teacher is very tired, but still take pains to correct my composition. What moved me most was that I was doing my homework at home that night, but Mr. Chu rushed to my home regardless of the busyness of housework and made further revisions for me. He taught me to write sentences in detail, not wordy, and to use words accurately and appropriately, so that concrete and true compositions would be excellent.

Teacher Chu, you not only gave me a way to write a composition, but also gave me great encouragement. I will always remember your teachings!

The teacher taught me to learn Chinese composition. The teacher taught me to learn Chinese.

Time is always selfish, only looking forward to yourself, never waiting for anyone. The calendar turned from page to page, and when I was dazzled, I was about to step into the high school campus.

What kind of Chinese teacher will you meet in high school? I often think. Will it be as personal as it is now?

Yes, in retrospect, it was He, my Chinese teacher in junior high school, who taught me to learn Chinese, taught me that Chinese that I didn't know in books existed widely in my life, and taught me to write articles and say what I wanted to say.

Really, I never really learned "Chinese" in primary school, and I have no opinions or ideas of my own. In class, the teacher rote word by word, while we read, the teacher wrote down the central idea and the main idea of the paragraph … like a formatting machine; Moreover, when writing a composition, I always talk big and sing praises to the motherland and revolutionary martyrs. When writing about my family, my parents always send me to the hospital when I am seriously ill. When I write something, I always pick up my wallet and give it to the police uncle. When writing snow scenes, everything on the trees and roofs is white ... I never thought of writing something with flesh and blood. We sadly lived in this kind of Chinese studies and almost died at the gun of exam-oriented education.

At this time, I entered junior high school and met a strange Chinese teacher. Unconsciously, she changed me and changed my understanding of Chinese in my mind.

He changed the teaching mode of primary school, integrated with his classmates in class, discussed and studied together, and tried to inspire us not to be superstitious about the authority of books, but to dare to put forward our own opinions. And I, like a bird just released from a cage, saw how big and blue the sky was for the first time. His excessive democracy is even more puzzling-sometimes his classmates are not forced to stop talking in class, and even some students argue with him because of disagreement, but he is still very happy. Now that I think about it, maybe this is what he called "big language"? "Chinese" is like this, and the teaching of "literature" is even more novel-teaching us to dare to attack the dark side of society and take him as the target first! As a result, the student wrote his dissatisfaction on paper and threw it at him. He didn't get angry, so he took out a good sentence to read. Many people call him "psycho", but I don't admit that he is special and takes too much risk: what if all the students are trained as gangsters who can only swear at articles? But the results are in front of us, and our overall composition level has been greatly improved. It suddenly occurred to me that when did I start to have my own real thoughts in the article? Where did those empty and tasteless gorgeous articles go? Maybe I was kicked to the galaxy outside the river by this magical Chinese teacher.

I really want to thank him, my "psychotic" junior high school Chinese teacher. He taught me to learn Chinese, which not only exists in books, but also widely exists in life. Most importantly, he taught me to see the world with my own heart, say what I think, write what I think, and have my own "language" and "writing".

4. Composition, which the Chinese teacher taught me to write. Everyone is growing up from birth to now, and his body is getting bigger from childhood, and his behavior is becoming mature and sensible from childish. In a series of changes, there are adventures and surprises, like the taste of green apples, with sweetness in acid and sweetness in acid. The taste of this growth is particularly unforgettable. In fact, growth represents a series of changes, although the process is bitter. But it turned out to be sweet. Er, I remember that during the summer vacation, I accidentally opened my previous photo album and found a photo of a newborn. I look like a little idiot with small hands and narrow eyes. My mother told me, "At that time, there was nothing but eating, drinking and sleeping." Slowly, I began to turn over, sit, climb, teether and eat delicious food. Since then, the world has become wider and I can wander around freely. Later, I began to babble, knowing that I was called "Russia" and I had something to eat. If I want a car, I will have toys to play with. If I don't want to take a shower, I will say, "No! Knowing how to communicate with people makes the world more different. The joy of growing up is indescribable. Now, I can not only walk, but also run and jump: I can not only talk, but also write, draw and make friends. My knowledge in my mind is getting richer and richer, from astronomy to geography. People are becoming more and more mature, knowing that people should be sincere and be brave and responsible. In the near future, I will enter adolescence, my voice will become thicker in appearance, and I will have Adam's apple and acne. Psychologically, I will become more mature and steady. After this series of changes, I will break out of the cocoon like a caterpillar, become a beautiful butterfly and face a new future. Growth is a necessary process for everyone. As long as you face it with a normal heart, you will find that although the process is a bit thrilling, it is also full of surprises everywhere! Article 2: growth is on the road of growth. For many people, it may just be the height and strength of the body! This is people's impression of printmaking. The so-called growth refers to the accumulation of experience with the growth of age, but the process of changing words or behaviors. This change is called growth. A person's growth means going through countless bumpy roads and cruel setbacks, which is called growth. Learning is an important strategy for growth. Everyone should learn to grow up. We study beauty as a professional knowledge, but also as a skill growth. In group life, we learn how to get along with others, how to care about others, and how to be a person, so as to cultivate mutual tolerance.

My teacher taught me to write a composition of 600 words. My teacher always shows me that familiar, kind and unforgettable face. She is my most impressive primary school teacher, Qi Li.

I was only in grade three at that time. At that time, I was self-willed, proud and fond of playing small temper. In a Chinese exam, I won the first place in my class. Hearing the news, I was happy to show off this test paper.

I'm glad the monitor asked me to run a blackboard newspaper. I asked my classmates to bring me chalk and a blackboard brush. If I don't like it, I will curse at random. Gradually, my classmates ignored me, and even my best "best friend" didn't want to play with me.

At this time, Teacher Qi came up to me and said to me, "The reason why the lake is broad is because it contains all the small water droplets, and it will not despise other small water droplets, so it is very happy and not lonely at all. People are the same, you can't live without friends, and friends need to be found by yourself. In fact, more than 70 students in the class are your friends, but you will be so lonely if you don't cherish them. "

Since the teacher talked to me, I have learned a lot, I have friends again, and I know the true friendship. In my study, Mr. Qi often supports me, encourages me and accompanies me across the bridge of life.

Now I have transferred to another school and met new classmates and teachers. In recent years, I have made great progress in my study. Whenever I make some achievements, I will think of her, her teachings and her encouraging eyes.

My teacher I have a very respected teacher. She always likes to wear a blue dress, and her quiet face often has a serious and lovely expression.

Every time I see the twinkling eyes behind her glasses, an unforgettable thing comes to my eyes. I was stumped by a question in an exam.

Seeing other students doing so well. So, I looked around and looked around, trying to find a bargain.

However, the teacher saw through my mind and there was no chance. When the teacher's eyes turned to the other side, I took the opportunity to peek at my deskmate's answer.

I feel much more comfortable after finishing the test. The teacher handed out papers, and as a result, I got 100. I was very happy.

The class was over, and I just walked out of the classroom when I heard someone calling me from behind. Looking back, it was the teacher.

She is usually very strict and will never leave me alone. I followed the teacher to the office in a panic. I dare not go near her or look up at her.

The teacher said, "I dare not look up when I do something wrong." I will forgive you as long as you correct your mistake. " After listening to the teacher's words, my heart relaxed a lot.

I sincerely said, "teacher, I was wrong!" " ""Although you peeked at other people's answers, you still don't understand. "The teacher paused and said," I'd better explain it to you. "

At this time, my face was red. Afterwards, the teacher told me carefully.

Before I left, the teacher told me not to ask more questions and correct my wrong homework. I was very moved and deeply realized the teacher's concern for me.

Teacher! You are really an amiable and respectable teacher. Campus is the cradle of knowledge for me; Campus is the window to teach me how to be a man; Campus is my lighthouse; Campus is a stage for me to show my style.

Campus, let me move from ignorance to intelligence; Let me go from childish to mature. The school celebrated its centenary this year and held a speech contest. I was lucky enough to take part in this activity.

This is the first time that I have spoken to more than 1000 students on the stage, and it is also the fourth time, so I am inevitably a little nervous. When contestant No.3 got off the stage, the host read, "Please welcome contestant No.4 to the stage. The topic of her speech is' Love my China'! " Oh, dear! How did you find me so quickly? I walked onto the stage sweating profusely.

Start the speech: "When I learn English …" Oh, no! What is the action that the teacher taught me? It's over! I totally forgot! Whatever! Say it first! Finally! I'm finished. After stepping down, my classmates told me that I was wrong! I nodded in dismay.

Feeling not rich, no action, wrong sentence! Alas! I can't count on ranking. I was thinking.

The game is over. The host announced that I only won the second place.

If I fail in the exam. I thought: Dad will be very disappointed when he knows.

When I got home, my father's words surprised me! He said: No matter when you start, the most important thing is not to stop after you start. On your way to the first, it is necessary to experience the second ... "Yes! The hope of tomorrow, let us forget the pain of today! Dad's words gave me confidence again.

Campus, my stage, I want to show my grace on this stage that belongs to me! Although I am not versatile, I am also a person with a wide range of interests.

Among them, I also like writing compositions. There are also many students who write well in our class. I didn't recall how excited I would be if I were the person standing on the stage and enjoying the praise of my teachers and classmates! Whenever I see their composition, I feel envious and can't help writing it from time to time.

Until today, I can no longer hold back my excitement and make up my mind to write a good composition! Because of this, I often regard it as a document. Finally, hard work pays off! After a little practice, I made progress.

In the composition class, I try my best to write the best composition! I shine on this stage! Later, my stage became the arena of the composition contest. I am so absorbed that I dare not be careless.

Finally, I won the third prize only by my own efforts. But I will work harder in future competitions! Make it more harmonious! My stage is like a fire. Not only did I exercise my perfect composition, but also my patience, confidence and perseverance! In the composition, the name of the Chinese teacher can be changed to my teacher. The good teacher in my mind is Miss Shen who teaches us Chinese.

Miss Shen is about forty years old. She is not tall and a little thin. She smiled kindly. Although Miss Shen's eyes are a little small, she is dignified in class. When his eyes stare, anyone who sees them will immediately sit down and listen carefully.

He smiled and narrowed into a line, like a robot cat to lose weight. Very interesting. Everyone likes to listen to Mr. Shen's class, because his speeches are humorous and active, which is one of the reasons why we like him.

I remember Shen Lao in the third grade.

6. The fragment describing the teacher teaching me to write a composition was also discussed, and only Chen Xiaoqing heard it.

After the group discussion, our group agreed to teach the teacher "perception". It's still terrible to think about it now. It's really scary. I just finished my homework upstairs. I am busy talking and thinking with the team members. These five aspects are described in detail. After class, the students are still discussing this class with relish, which is not good. "Say, shook his head, very helpless. Before we could react, we heard Mr. Xia say, "I have an idea, classmates." Can you teach the teacher? How can I say that you can feel the fear in the teacher's heart last night? " The voice just fell, lifelike, can't help but make us feel scared. After listening, Mr. Xia said happily, "Thank you for teaching me to write a composition. There seems to be a shadow flashing outside the window? The other members of the team and I don't know where to start at present. Suddenly, the whole class burst into laughter, especially Wang Lingling, who laughed so hard that I taught the teacher to write a composition.

"Jingle bells ..." The class rang, and our group agreed that it was really interesting that you could see, hear and feel the scene when writing: "We can suggest the teacher to describe what he saw and heard at that time, which made him feel scared. Just like this, I suddenly saw the curtain cloth fluttering for no reason, and I saw the experience of looking after the house alone one night last summer: that night! Originally, the teacher wanted to write out what she felt last night. It seems now. " ..... Finally: "Teacher, each group began to publish their own suggestions. Some groups suggest that teachers should pay more attention to rhetorical devices when writing. As a representative, I stood up confidently. After all the students were seated, Mr. Xia said with a smile, "Students, we will have an immersive feeling after reading it, and we will feel the fear in the teacher's heart at that time. "The students are all inspired by me." After listening to our speech, Miss Xia nodded? "

Let's "teach" the teacher what to do. But how to teach teachers to write? Last night, I looked at the house alone, you know? Curious, the whole class began to discuss in groups! I have an idea, which is very exaggerated.

When the laughter stopped, Miss Xia pointed to Wang Lingling with a smile and said. Speaking out is not afraid of jokes; Then there was a strange "squeak" sound downstairs ... it scared me at that time. By the way. ""No." Wang Lingling simply replied. "hey. From the students' speeches just now, I understand how to write a concrete and vivid composition. Next, please join me in writing down your own domestic experience in the way you just said. " ……

Just forty minutes passed. However, I have never been so scared since I was a child. That kind of fear can't be described in words. He asked, "Lingling, aren't you afraid after listening to what I said?" I was really scared when I looked at the house last night, as if I was very sad: "Hi! But can we do it? I thought and thought. " Teacher Xia asked doubtfully, "Why don't you feel scared after listening?" Wang Lingling pondered for a while: "I don't think what you said is specific enough." These five aspects are described: "you can also ask the teacher to talk about what he was thinking at that time;" Some groups suggest that teachers should write more about the environment at that time ... it's our group's turn to speak.

7. The teacher taught me to learn Chinese composition topic: "The teacher taught me to learn Chinese"

Today is a special day. Everything has changed. The fine weather has not changed everything now. Everything seems to be in a dark cloud, surrounded by a serious atmosphere, and even the nervous breathing can be clearly heard. The classroom is not as noisy as before, and the air is frozen. Every pair of eyes only stared at the teacher.

This is our last Chinese class.

Each of us listened very carefully. Everyone seems to hold their breath and don't want to miss every word, sentence and key point the teacher said. The teacher is also very patient and serious, and refuses to give up every time. It seems that she really wants to teach us everything she knows. Think about the past, we were either not fully prepared and didn't speak in class, or we didn't listen carefully in class and kept making small moves. Either we are discussing knowledge that has nothing to do with textbooks, or we are addicted to the paradise of games. But today everything has changed, and we suddenly seem familiar with the text. No matter which word it is, we seem to find it quickly. It turned out that when we heard that we were going to have a Chinese class, we were all listless in class, but today, everyone's face looks full of vitality without a trace of fatigue. We spoke actively and discussed in groups.

Even the most naughty classmate in the class stared at the textbook and refused to let go, as if it had suddenly become his inseparable good friend. Now he is going to part, and he really wants to hold on to this "friend" and never part. Each of us likes this special Chinese class very much, and there are five minutes before the class is over. We really want the clock to stop at this moment and stop walking. But the last moment will come and the teacher will put it down. Her eyes slowly looked around as if to pay attention to the scene of the class when she left. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was not allowed to stay. The teacher said to us, "Students, this is our last Chinese class. I really appreciate your listening so carefully. Today's performance is outstanding. No matter how you used to take Chinese classes, I hope you can always remember this moment and have a good rest. Class is over. " The teacher couldn't help it, and tears fell down. None of us left our seats. Everyone's eyes are full of tears, and no one wants to leave here again. Now everyone's mood wants to keep this last moment. We are all blaming ourselves and regretting our usual fun. Our last Chinese class.

Although we may not encounter such a situation, we may never encounter it, but no one can predict the instantaneous things, and we never expect to stay until the last moment. From now on, we should cherish every lesson we have now and leave no regrets.

8. The teacher taught me to write a 700-word composition. The teacher taught me to read. I still remember when I was in the third grade, when picture books were particularly popular, and one after another came out. Wu Longyuan, Doraemon, Poké mon ... I was naturally involved in the "book tide" and looked at those exaggerated cartoons and funny words. Needless to say, two words: nice! Adults are against us, but we are extreme.

So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. I changed my mind after an incident. I was watching Wulongyuan that day when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm screwed! But the teacher actually said, "Isn't it beautiful? I have a book to lend you! " I paused and said, "Good."

After school, the teacher handed me a book. "Take a good look." I read the title of the book, How Steel was Tempered. I didn't understand it for a moment, so I took it home to see it.

I went home and looked at it, and I was immediately attracted. The hero Paul Chakokin's "steel" is so strong and unbreakable.

Paul and I cried together, laughed together, laughed together, and felt sad together ... When I closed the book, I couldn't help but think about it and whispered "steel". I also want to be steel. I made a promise.

In the later days, I broke up with vulgar and naive picture books. I fell in love with those heavy books. Reading a famous book is talking to the people in it. I read Robinson Crusoe and Robinson told me to learn to stand on my own feet. I read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Tom told me that only exploration can have "treasure".

You can't read books casually, and it's useless to read too many cartoons. I thank my teacher for teaching me to read.