My teacher has helped me write 330 words in my study.

I have a good teacher who is knowledgeable and kind to students. Her big bright eyes reveal simplicity and warmth. She devoted herself to education and always cared about us. She is the head teacher of our class-Miss Wang.

I remember when I first transferred to this class, I was very timid and didn't know Mr. Wang well. I hardly raised my hand when the teacher asked questions in class. I just bowed my head and silently wondered if the teacher would call me. Teacher Zhang Yanan just called my name. At that time, my heart was pounding and I was afraid that I would make mistakes and make jokes. But I had to stand up slowly and speak hesitatingly. The sound is as small as the buzzing of mosquitoes. But the teacher didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "The answer is completely correct. It would be better if the voice was louder. " The teacher's encouragement flowed all over the body like a warm current. From then on, as long as I know the teacher's questions, I can raise my hand to answer them voluntarily, and my voice is loud, and both teachers and classmates cast favorable eyes on me.

Teacher Wang not only encourages us in our studies, but also tolerates our mistakes. I remember one time, Zhou Wenjiang didn't hand in his homework, and the teacher found it when he corrected it for us. In class, the teacher didn't call his name in public, but called him into the office after class and told him a lot of truth. He looked at the teacher's warm eyes and listened to the teacher's serious teaching. Since then, Zhou Wen.

Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, pruning and cutting leaves for us. You have done your best to make us drive more brightly and brightly. Teacher, please believe that I will repay you with excellent results.

My teacher wrote 500 words.

Teacher, you are like a hard gardener.

Fertilize and water us every day.

Teacher, you are like a respected old man.

I hope we can be admitted to key high schools every day.

Teacher, you are like a wind girl.

Grow up with us in the wind

Teacher, you are like a serious portrait.

Tell us every day, "grow up quickly, grow up quickly."

Teacher, your cultivation and hope is that we must follow your guidance.

You have worked hard to educate us, hoping that we can achieve something.

We assure you that we will live up to your expectations.

Let you spend a happy time with us.

Teacher-I love you!

My teacher wrote 800 words.

Teacher, what a beautiful name, what a sacred position. They are the golden keys to the treasure house of knowledge.

Teachers, like gardeners, carefully cultivate the flowers of the motherland and let them thrive;

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves silently in the vast sea of learning, pointing out the direction for us;

Teachers are like mulberry trees, offering silently and asking for nothing in return. Without the character of mulberry, there would be no spirit of spring silkworm.

Teachers are like ...

Teacher, I want to praise you! Praise your efforts; Praise your selflessness; Praise all you have done for the flowers of the motherland!

Teacher Yang is the first teacher of my preschool class.

Meeting her is like seeing a lighthouse in the vast sea. It was she who lit up my way forward.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, Teacher Yang played castanets for us. I think this is very interesting. When Teacher Yang collected the toys, I didn't hand them in, but put them in my pocket. When I was young, I didn't think this behavior was bad. I just think it's wrong. As a result, Teacher Yang found out, and she asked me to hand it in, but I refused to hand it in anyway. Teacher Yang earnestly warned me: "People can't just take something because they like it." This is a thief's behavior, which is wrong-"Teacher Yang said a lot of things that I didn't understand at that time, but I only vaguely remember the general idea:" If it's not your own thing, you can't take it, even if you like it again. "

Teacher Yang not only made me understand right and wrong, right and wrong, but also made me understand the true meaning and shining point of life. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the dark. Every time it gets dark, I get scared. If the class suddenly loses power and looks so dark, I will scream in fear. Darkness has always been my "heart disease". After discovering this, Teacher Yang taught me a poem: "Black gives me dark eyes, and I use it to find light." Later, whenever it gets dark, I will meditate on this poem. Over time, I am no longer afraid of the darkness. When I was a child, I didn't understand that "dark night" not only refers to the black night, but also refers to the difficulties and setbacks that will inevitably be encountered in life-looking for an "oasis" of hope from "black eyes" and "desert" of difficulties and setbacks.

It was Teacher Yang who taught me the truth of being a man, the difficulties and setbacks I might encounter in my brave life, and cultivated my interest in literature. Teacher Yang, my first teacher,