My story with my English teacher is about 400 words.

A. composition: English teacher, I want to tell you. 400 words

English teacher, I want to tell you.

When I was in the third grade, one day in English class, I was listening attentively, but the two students behind me were whispering. I thought to myself, whatever they say, as long as they don't disturb me. I was thinking, but I heard the sound of kicking tables and chairs and a little abuse from behind. At the moment, you, the English teacher, are walking in our direction, and you seem to hear their insults. The two people behind me can't seem to see you, and continue to tinker at the edge. I looked back carefully, and you were by my side. Suddenly, I heard a bang and an "ah". I turned back instinctively. It turned out that the English teacher was kicked. I think: it must be the "good thing" done by those two classmates who are fighting in the dark. At this point, you are looking at me angrily. I don't suppose you think I quit? Sure enough, the fourth class teacher called me to the office. There are many teachers in the office, and so are you. The head teacher saw me coming and said to you, "Did she kick you?" ? "Yes", you say for sure. The head teacher listened and said endlessly, "Xiao Li, you are a good student. A good student shouldn't kick the teacher, it's still class time … "I was just about to say," It wasn't me … "The head teacher went on to say," Li Tian, you have to admit that you did something wrong, don't quibble … ".

You are my respected English teacher, and I will never do anything wrong to you. Here I express my apologies and tell you the truth through this article. I also hope that everyone will forgive me and those two naughty classmates. Adults don't remember villains. When we grow up, we will definitely remember your kindness!

Write a 400-word composition on the topic "I am an English teacher in primary schools"

I am a primary school English teacher.

Every time I hear students respectfully say "Miss!" On campus. I'm really ashamed-I became a monk halfway and drove the ducks to the shelves.

This has to start from three years ago. I heard that our primary school English began to be included in the exam, and the school began to worry. What should I do? Where are the English teachers of all grades? The leader glanced at all the teachers, thought about it, and solemnly enabled our four young Chinese teachers to serve concurrently!

Alas, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Who told me that I have to rob other people's pots of food, so I have to bite the bullet. So there was the first sentence, "Good morning, classmates!" To tell the truth, English textbooks in primary schools are more difficult now than when I was in middle school. I don't know many words. This is killing me. It takes a long time to look up the dictionary and listen to the tape before each new lesson, otherwise you won't be able to talk when you come to class.

The funny thing is, once the school sent several of us out to listen to other people's high-quality classes, and I went early for fear that I could not find a good seat. Finally, I chose the best one-right in the middle of the first row! However, after a class, I was really annoyed. I didn't understand a word of the teacher's spoken English except the words on the blackboard! What a joke! English teacher can't understand English class!

Of course, I have not always been Mr. Nan Guo in recent years. I taught while learning, but at least I learned something, at least I could understand it when I went out to attend classes later. My requirements are not high, I just hope that my students can feel happy in every class.

C. Do you have the 400-word composition about English teachers in my imagination?

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue ..." The graduation eulogy is about to be sung, and there is always some sadness when leaving. But at the thought that leaving means a new beginning, we will usher in a colorful junior high school life, and we have more expectations in our hearts. ...

Let the pen tip slide gently on the paper and unconsciously write down the topic "My imaginary middle school teacher". Oh, what kind of teacher will I meet? I am daydreaming.

In my imagination, a middle school teacher doesn't have to sink a fish and fall into a wild goose, and he doesn't have to be handsome. I hope her or his mouth will always rise slightly, and a friendly and gentle smile will always ripple on her face. After class, she came to our side, treated us as friends, listened to us sing pop songs and talked with us about idols; After class, when she returned to the podium, she was a conscientious "preacher", or more like a helmsman and a bright lamp, leading us to roam freely in the ocean of knowledge and illuminating the way forward for us.

In my imagination, a middle school teacher doesn't have to be knowledgeable. I hope she (he) must understand us and education. Just like David Irving's Mr. Huai Tesen, students are allowed to bring new skepticism into his class and interrupt his lecture with "Katie Wangpu". In class, we can ignore his "supremacy", find his mistakes and question them in a scientific and powerful way. We can even stand up, look the teacher in the eye, give reasons for doubt and argue with the authority. Even if we are wrong in the end, he will not scold us angrily, but give us a happy compliment.

My imaginary middle school teacher must be a good teacher who is democratic and optimistic. After the exam, he will quietly change the harsh Arabic numeral scores at the top of the test paper to A, B and C, and then smile at us wittily: "In this way, many students can avoid the disaster of flesh and blood!" Remember, you owe me, and pay me back next time! "When he saw a child who failed in the exam and was dejected and despondent, he wouldn't cynically say," If I had known this, why did I do it? Instead, he patted his classmates on the shoulder kindly: "Never mind, failure is the mother of success. Go home and have a good look at the wrong questions and consolidate them! "

Alas, having said so much, I finally added a weak sentence: "My imaginary middle school teacher must be a little sister!" " "

D. write a 400-word composition for an English teacher.

love

Who kept me up when I couldn't write 26 English letters well?

I just transferred from Guangzhou to Shanghai last semester in Grade Three. At that time, I couldn't even pronounce some common words correctly, and I couldn't figure out some simple grammar. It goes without saying that teaching such students means that teachers should work harder.

Once, I recited an English text, and a word was not pronounced correctly. Teacher Ding helped me correct it over and over again. Because of nervousness, I still can't read correctly, and my forehead is sweating. Teacher Ding took pains to teach me until I could pronounce correctly. There are countless such things.

I remember another time, I couldn't do several English exercises. After school, Mr. Ding made up lessons for me alone. It was dark, but Mr. Ding still taught me again and again, and an hour passed. My mother rushed to school trembling. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Mr. Ding still teaching me tirelessly. In this case, mother was moved. ...

When I came home, my father knew about it. He was silent for a long time and sighed: "What a good time, what a good teacher ..."

One day, my mother called Miss Ding to ask for sick leave for me. Teacher Ding said, "I received the letter from the baby's father." Only then did I know that my father wrote a thank-you letter to Teacher Ding. When my mother thanked Mr. Ding again, Mr. Ding only said, "Don't thank me, this is what I should do." What an unpretentious speech this is! I'm so touched.

I feel warm studying in this school because there is love everywhere. One day when I came home from school, I excitedly said to my mother, "All our teachers are as ambitious as you."

The teacher's love nurtured my childhood. It will also nourish my life.

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I created it myself-the model essay is for reference only.

I hope my answer can help you, and I wish you progress in your study!

E. The English teacher around me wrote 400 words.

Looking back on the six years of primary school, I feel that I have grown a lot. Life in primary school is a farewell to us, and the door of middle school has been opened for us. Stepping into middle school always feels strange: the campus is much bigger, most students have never met, and three courses are added at once. I'm worried that I can't learn well, teachers' education methods are different, and students' words and deeds are different. These are like clouds in my heart. ...

Although I have only been at school for a few days, my teacher has been deeply impressed in my mind. I like my English teacher best. He is tall, without glasses, slightly thin, wearing a blue coat and fashionable jeans. How cool! Of course, no matter how cool he is, he can't compare with his humor in lectures.

When giving lectures, he can speak boring English completely, and often tells us some jokes, such as "stand up!" " Everyone in the class stood up straight, and he said, "Don't sit down!" " At least half of the class sat down, not including me. Only a dozen witty people are still standing. They looked at each other, and both seemed confused. "Don't sit down! Don't sit down! " The teacher said again. Everyone just reacted.

There is more than one interesting thing. If you want to hear more, I'll tell you another one.

We have just reviewed the numerals we learned in primary school (1~ 10), and the teacher said, "If I raise a finger, you can say one! Just two o's! ..... Do you understand? " "I understand!" We shouted "Ah! Four! Three! One! One! One! One! " Before we knew what was going on, the teacher smiled: "What a lovely puppy!" " "This just know that they have been cheated," angry "smile on his face.

The teacher regards us as white clouds, and he himself is the blue sky; Think of us as little flowers and plants. He is a gardener himself ... he comes with a heart and no grass. This is our English teacher. You must like it, too!

Miss Chen is an English teacher in my interest class. She is short and thin, and the most striking thing is his eyes full of wisdom. I like teacher Chen very much.

Her language is humorous, meticulous and approachable. In class, he often makes me laugh. During the break, he will meticulously tell us the interesting knowledge he learned today. Before going to school, he will carefully assign homework, and I will finish it carefully. I can finish my homework in half an hour every time. After school, when we leave the classroom one by one, he will smile and say goodbye to us.

I remember once, we talked about the making process of crayons. Teacher Chen will learn the roar of the machine for a while; After a while, show how crayons change from a pile of paraffin to crayons. After a while, draw the machine on the whiteboard. At this time, his eyes were shining and his eyebrows followed his hands. Really happy and radiant.

At some point, he talked about the origin of crayons from the production of crayons. From the origin of crayons to the origin of Wal-Mart, from the origin of Wal-Mart to the origin of Carrefour, from the origin of Carrefour to the origin of Pepsi … and how Carrefour and Wal-Mart compete for regional advantages and global hegemony. He also reached a grandiose conclusion: "I am sure that there is a Carrefour in Kunming and at least a Wal-Mart within one square kilometer of Fiona Fang." From KFC and McDonald's how to attract customers with various products, the result is that it is too expensive to attract him. Then they are said to be fast food in the United States and alternative afternoon tea in China.

I like my knowledgeable and humorous teacher Chen. I believe that one day in the future, he will lead me into the palace of English.

I changed several teachers in English school, and Xin Wang impressed me the most.

Miss Xin Wang is of medium height with long hair tied up at will. When she smiles, there are two pear vortices around her mouth, which makes people feel very warm. In my heart, she is as perfect, kind, optimistic and cheerful as God ... and her most striking feature is gentleness and carefulness.

She never loses her temper with us, and even if she needs to vent, she won't take it out on us. Once again, the teacher answered a phone call outside, and when he came back, his face was pale and his lips were trembling, while we were still making noise. Finally, she couldn't help shouting, "What are you arguing about? Can you understand something? " We froze and bowed our heads. After a few minutes of unbearable silence, she went on with her lecture. In the next few days, we were all taught by substitute teachers, and we felt very uncomfortable and bored. A few days later, she came back, and everyone around her asked noisily. She answered cheerfully, but her face was gaunt.

Among many things, what I remember most is that she changed my character. In English school, I hardly speak except in class, so I become a lonely person. She seemed to notice something and called me, hoping I could talk more and express more. The reason is that I want to listen to my own voice more. I promised, but it didn't work well. So, she began to let me communicate with my classmates and foreign teachers intentionally or unintentionally. At first, I tried to escape. Later, I found that it is a pleasure to open up and communicate with others. Slowly, I became talkative. When I thanked Miss Wang, she smiled at me, and I understood at once. I smiled back at her, and then we smiled tacitly.

Although Miss Wang will not teach us after teaching Level 3, I think if we meet again, I will give her a big hug. And attached it to her ear and said, "Thank you, Miss Wang!

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F. write a foreign teacher's composition in the English class of grade one and grade five, with 400 words.

Reference answer 1:

At 0 o'clock last Sunday morning, Anna was riding her bike to the park. When she arrived at the park, she saw some children swimming in the water, and she wanted to do the same. When she undressed, a stranger took her bike. Anna can't find her bike anywhere. She cried and called the police.

Reference answer 2:

One morning 1 1, a girl went to the park by bike. She put her bike in the bush and left, but she didn't know there was a man hiding in the bush. The man came out of the bushes, stole the girl's bike and ran away. Five minutes later, the girl was looking for her bike. She was very worried, and then she called the police.

G. describe the first 400 words of the composition of the English teacher of the new head teacher.

Unior middle school teachers:

Dear teacher:

Hello! ! ! ! ! Although I have never met you, I want to end my six-year primary school life. It is my great honor to meet you when I just entered junior high school. It is said that a teacher is an engineer of the human soul, and only this glorious name is as rich in blue sky and profound connotation as the sea. Therefore, in the next few years of junior high school life, I was deeply influenced and edified by you.

Six years of primary school life ended in a blink of an eye, and good memories have been rippling in my mind. I think we were a young child when we pushed away our parents' hands, walked into the campus and walked beside the teacher, but what about in your teaching?

H. The English teacher asked us to write about 400 words after reading Li Yang's crazy English.

Don't be like Li Yang. His English level is average. He is a businessman, and businessmen make money. There are also problems with his learning methods. Learning doesn't need to be crazy, which affects his physical and mental health.

First, the composition of the new fierce English teacher 400 words.

I like reading, like wandering in the ocean of books, taking the flight of books, enjoying the poet's amorous feelings, seeing the scenery along the way and meeting my dream friends.

I remember the first time I became interested in books because of inexplicable curiosity. That's right. I am very, very small, much smaller than now. I always like to sit on my mother's lap and stare at the magical object and book in my mother's hand with two bright eyes. Listening quietly, mother's mouth popped out one wonderful note after another, and gathered them into a beautiful story.

From Grimm's fairy tales to La Traviata, from Chang 'e Fairy to Nu Wa Niangniang, from unprecedented prosperity to a century of humiliation. Every story is like a bunch of candied haws, which makes people drool.

Finally, I opened it and saw yellow pages and scattered Chinese characters. I can't say excited or lost. Quietly turning over and savoring it, it seems that there is another world, where I seem to hear the tone of clothes, see everything, witness the joys and sorrows, and see where you are going. ...

Perhaps this is the mystery of this book! Emily Dickinson, an American poet, said, "No ship can take people far away like a book, and no horse can take people far away like a jumping poem." I will look at Li Yu's "When is the Spring Flower and the Autumn Moon?" What do you know about the past? I will also thank my parents Meng Jiao's "Be careful with her sewing and mend her thoroughly, fearing that the delay will make him come home late" and Bai Juyi's "Hum, whisper-and then mix them together like a large and small pearl poured into a plate of jade" and lament the beauty and sweetness of the music.

There are always many stories waiting for us to hear in the book, and there are always many doubts waiting for us to answer. Once, I was addicted to this book. I remember Nanpai's uncle said, "I am a scholar, so I should go too far into the play." It is a subtle feeling, a kind of happiness, an unspeakable happiness, but it is real. This book is a kind of happiness for me, what about you?

May your years be accompanied by books, dancing with dreams and happiness everywhere!