I remembered the teacher's composition again.

No matter in study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are all familiar with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm ourselves down and think about our future direction. How to write a good composition? The following is what I sorted out. I remembered the teacher's composition again, for reference only. Let's have a look. I am reminded of the teacher's composition 1

Some people say that the teacher is the brightest big dipper in the sky, which points out the direction for us. Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, using his powerful body to protect our future flowers and bones.

Teacher's Day is coming, so I think of the amiable and respectable teacher Xia again, and open the door of memory. Past events come to my mind one after another:

At that time, I just entered the sixth grade, and my study was quite tense, so my school would have evening self-study every night. That night, I sat in the classroom as usual, killing time, waiting for school to end. After the bell rang, I flew downstairs to look for my parents, hoping that they would take me home early, because it was really cold. However, it seems that my parents haven't come yet, so I have to wait for their arrival quietly. I stood by and watched my classmates being taken home by their parents, leaving only my teacher, Xia Jibing. At this time, there are basically no people on campus, very few. Mr. Xia is not tall, but his head is short, just like Lu Xun's hair, and every hair stands there. It's just that his hair is shorter than Lu Xun's. It's too cold. He wears a down jacket, carries a computer bag on his shoulder, puts his hands in his pockets, shrinks his head, and keeps stamping his feet. On such a cold day, I thought he would take me to the duty room and then go home, but he didn't seem to want to leave. And I am getting more and more anxious, complaining in my heart that my parents are late. About half an hour later, my father came and talked with the teacher with a full face of apologies. I got on the bus and hurried home. When I looked back, Mr. Xia also pushed the car and left silently.

That night, I changed my mind about Mr. Xia. I used to think that he was short, with a straight face all day long, and he looked very serious, so I was not convinced. Now, it seems that he is not so serious, but seems to be easy to get close to, and his unique educational method. In the month near the beginning of junior high school, the weather is sultry and sleepy, so he finds a lot of jokes. Before every class, he tells a joke to lift our spirits. To tell the truth, I have never seen such a special education method.

Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world. You are the most beautiful myth in our hearts. Near Teacher's Day, I sincerely wish you: Happy Teacher's Day! I was reminded of the teacher's composition 2

In the evening, I was listening to Jay Chou's songs alone, and my mind was full of thoughts. Inadvertently, I saw a handkerchief. As soon as I saw this handkerchief, I thought of one of my primary school teachers, Jiang Lihua.

Although she is an ordinary teacher, she has an extraordinary spirit. My teacher always works meticulously and serves her students wholeheartedly. She never loses her temper over trifles. We all like her very much, and she likes us very much. It is precisely because of the kindness of the teacher that our class has become the worst disciplined class in the whole school.

There is a touching story behind this handkerchief. That summer, the school held a sports meeting. When the teacher announced the news to all of us, all the students were boiling and scrambling to sign up for the project. Because I didn't want to run, I didn't sign up.

"Juck Zhang, run a 1-meter arithmetic run." The teacher wrote something on a piece of paper as he spoke.

"Teacher, I ... I don't want to run." I stammered back.

"No, what a waste it is for such a tall man not to run!" The teacher said humorously. Suddenly, the whole class chattered endlessly. I can't help it, and I can't stop talking. Just run!

on the day of the competition, I was full of confidence. The scene of the sports meeting is also very lively.

with a bang, the 4m relay race started. The next event is the one I want to run. My task is to pick up a pencil and a question card when I run 5 meters, and quickly write down the result of the formula. Then I put down my pencil and ran to the finish line with the question card.

it's finally my turn to play. There was another bang, and we shot out like arrows. The speed is really unimaginable. I won the first place as expected. But when I crossed the finish line and tried to stop, because there were too many stones and gravel on the playground and the soles were too smooth, I fell to the ground and hurt my leg, and blood kept flowing out. Just then, Teacher Jiang quickly bandaged my wound with her handkerchief and took me to the hospital at once. The doctor said that without this handkerchief, I'm afraid I would be in a wheelchair.

Although I am in middle school now, I will go back to my alma mater to see my teacher whenever I have the opportunity, hoping that Teacher Jiang will be healthy and happy forever.