Composition, the title is "My Class Teacher", the word count is more than 500 words, it will be completed today

My head teacher is a beautiful, kind, conscientious and good teacher.

She has the most popular curly hair, a pair of discerning eyes, and a eloquent mouth. Coupled with her slender figure, she is like a fairy descending to earth. The students in our class are all proud of having this beautiful class teacher.

She is a very soft-hearted and humorous person. I remember one time during class, a classmate talked nonsense in class, which seriously affected classroom discipline. My head teacher calmly asked the classmate to listen carefully at first. But after a while, the classmate turned a deaf ear to the teacher’s reminder and began to speak unscrupulously. Now the teacher got angry and asked the classmate to get out of the classroom. We all thought that this classmate was going to suffer. Who knows, just after a while, while we were discussing the problem, the teacher walked out of the classroom, touched the student's head and said something with a smile, and then let the student enter the classroom to continue the class. The teacher said: "I can't let the whole class suffer because this student accidentally made a mistake, so let's continue the class! However, since you all performed well, how about telling a joke to reward you? Huh? "My class teacher is such a person who even if he is angry in his heart, he will give face to the students who make mistakes and tolerate them.

She is also a teacher who loves and cares for her students. I remember one morning meeting, Yang Min, a classmate from our class, almost fainted because of her weak constitution. My head teacher was so worried that he immediately sent Yang Min to the health center. Unfortunately, the doctor at the health center was not available one day. The teacher was so anxious that she had to call the parents, but the parents didn't answer the phone. This made the teacher anxious. Send it back by yourself, otherwise it will delay other students' studies. In desperation, the teacher had no choice but to come up with a temporary solution, asking me and the deputy monitor to escort Yang Min home (the teacher said that because we both studied well, he spent a few minutes after school to make up for us), and gave us his phone number. Leave it to us and ask her to call her as soon as we arrive, but before we arrive, the teacher calls to ask about the situation. The teacher was looking around, hoping that we would return to school early to bring the good news that "Yang Min is home safely."

My head teacher is still a kind-hearted person. Since she became the head teacher of our class in the second semester of the third grade, we have felt a lot of love from her. She not only taught us knowledge, but more importantly, taught us how to behave. Even when dealing with the "eight talents" in our class who only took single-digit exams, he was always patient, careful and attentive. There is a very special classmate in our class. His mother abandoned him when he was half a year old, and his father did not come back for seven or eight years. He lived with his elderly grandparents, so he developed the habit of petty theft and doing bad things. Learning is even worse. But the teacher never gave up on this classmate and rarely complained. No matter what mistakes he made, he always taught him with sincerity. Sometimes some students in our class looked down on this classmate, and the teacher would get very angry and say, "We must learn to respect and be tolerant." , but also learn to be considerate. In short, we feel that the teacher is particularly concerned about this classmate who, in our opinion, has no merit and is full of bad habits. Only later did we learn what happened to this classmate, and from this we understood the teacher’s good intentions.

I also learned to be a humble person from my head teacher. When we were the head teacher for more than a year, our class has undergone earth-shaking changes, but every time we get results, the teacher always He said extremely humbly: "You are all too smart and talented, and you are giving me face! Who said you are the most difficult to manage and deal with? Why don't I think so? On the contrary, I think you are too sensible. But don’t be proud, you have to keep working hard.” Every time we hear such simple words, we are extremely moved.

My head teacher is a person with a beautiful appearance and an even more beautiful heart. Although she is sometimes very strict and occasionally gets angry with us, but thinking about her tireless teachings to us, teaching us to sing, teach us to dance, teach us to play ball... I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart and like her.

I really admire my class teacher. Her teachings will be unforgettable for my whole life!

There is no rich and gorgeous rhetoric, no elegant literary talent, and no majestic and shocking momentum... I actually tried to use the simplest words to praise your greatness! Very pale, very powerless, and very overconfident! ——Inscription

Teacher’s Day is coming soon again, and his name will be written on every greeting card, and this year is no exception. Whenever I write a blessing, his kind smiling face will always appear in my mind. , I always think of his caring eyes, everything is so real.

His surname is Zhou. He is a lovely old man with a kind face and is always very humorous. However, he has a bad habit. He likes to smoke. He smokes several packs a day. He is simply a smoker. . That was when I was in the third grade of junior high school. I also changed my teacher. He taught us math. Before he taught me, I was a naughty and troublesome person. But I liked math very much and got good grades in math, but I was very arrogant. I often fall asleep in math class because I feel that what the teacher teaches is useless and not as good as self-study.

I still remember that when he entered our classroom in the first class, the classmates were whispering in private: Why is there an old man? But I still have the same lazy expression. I think the teachers are still the same every time. They just follow the script and have nothing new.

However, I was wrong. He asked a lot of questions in class, and no matter how difficult the questions were, he could always make us understand, because he liked to tell mathematics as a story. Characteristically, he would always roll up his sleeves when he was very excited and suddenly say: "Did I solve this problem correctly?" When the students knew that there was a trick, they collectively shouted: "No!" and he asked again. : "Isn't it right?" At this time, everyone was a little panicked and answered in a weak voice: "Yes." At this time, he always opened his eyes wide and shouted his original exclamation: "That's right!" The students were in an uproar, and the classroom was filled with chaos.

I was good at math at that time, so of course I became the math class representative. Every time I handed my notebook to the teacher’s office after school, I would always see him smoking a cigarette, preparing lessons and correcting homework, with his eyes so focused. So much so that no one even noticed when someone came in. Once, the school wanted to select the best person in mathematics to participate in a provincial competition. At that time, there was only one place. I was honored to be selected, and the teacher who trained me was him. He asked me to go to his house to train me on weekends, and I Do you want to just compete? What’s the big deal? It doesn’t matter whether you’re being trained or not, so I didn’t go. He came directly to my house to train me. I was very embarrassed. I will go to his house for training in the future. My wife is a very good teacher. People always like to make snacks for me. The teacher always took the trouble to explain the topics to me, and often taught me that proud and conceited people will fail sooner or later. He taught me a lot of principles of life.

However, something unexpected happened. One day, the teacher fell ill, but he quickly stood on the podium and continued to teach us. We thought the teacher was suffering from a minor illness, but later we found out that he was sent to the hospital. During the examination in the hospital, he was found to have cancer, but he asked his family to keep it secret and insisted on leaving the hospital to give us lectures. The funny thing is that I didn't even know that he was giving lectures and explaining topics to me even though he was sick. Just a few days before the competition, he collapsed. He collapsed while he was explaining the topic to me. He was sent to the hospital and never came back. Later I found out that he died due to overwork, which worsened his condition and failed to save him. . When I heard the news, the pen in my hand dropped and tears fell unconsciously.

The day he was buried was when I participated in the competition. I was unable to attend the teacher's funeral, but I rewarded him with my results. I won the first prize in that competition. But I burned the certificate---I wanted to send it to my teacher who is already in heaven. I want the teacher to see: his students did not let him down!

What really affected me was not his words, but his personality charm. He used his actions to teach me the most vivid life lessons! I have always wanted to write an article to commemorate him, and today I finally have the opportunity. It is not for any award, but just to commemorate the teacher I respect.

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