My teacher's sixth grade composition

In study, work and even life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are seven compositions written by my teacher in the sixth grade, which I collected, hoping to help you.

Dear teacher Peng, you are my good teacher. You taught us all your knowledge without reservation. You've done everything for us. Look, you have a gray hair on your head. You must have broken your heart for us.

Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, we are the flowers of our motherland, and you have nurtured us. Teacher, you are a small candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Teacher. . . . . .

At school, we feel at home. You love us like a mother loves her children, which makes me feel the warmth of home, although some boys will say some bad things to me in one way or another.

I remember that time, when I was in the third grade, the Wenchuan earthquake happened and there were countless casualties. The whole of China is immersed in grief, even including our primary school students, so we must mourn for the people who died in the earthquake, so we must mourn for the people who died in the earthquake for two minutes. When we were silent, the sky began to rain. It seems that God also cried in the earthquake. After we persisted, we went back to the classroom and were "soaked" one by one. Your teacher Peng saw it and braved the rain to buy us towels to wipe our hair. Teacher, you got wet for us again.

I'm almost in the sixth grade this year. I have been with my teacher since the third grade. Watching the teacher work so hard every day, I always think, how can I repay the teacher? We used to give some gifts, but now I really know that grades are the best gift for teachers.

Teacher, I can't forget you-the hardworking gardener; When I embark on the journey of life, I will never forget you-dear teacher.

The second article of my teacher's sixth grade composition is you, and you walked into our hearts like sunshine; It is you who moisten our growth like rain and dew; It's you, let's look at the mystery behind the door of knowledge with the eyes of knowledge. Oh, we are seedlings and you are showers; We are grass and you are trees; We are ships and you are paddles; We are students and you are our teacher!

Teachers are a great profession that has been handed down to this day. Teacher's Day is a great festival to bless great men.

On September 9, the students couldn't hold back. Therefore, taking advantage of the activity of "making waves", I expressed my respect for the teacher.

Accompanied by elegant light music, the students came on stage one after another. Reading poetry in a tender voice, I read my respect and gratitude to the teacher. I think the voice of nature is nothing more than that. Every word of this affectionate child's voice is as lovely and pleasant as the tinkling of a mountain stream. The teacher's face is also filled with a long-lasting smile, as warm and moving as spring in March, as sweet and attractive as dew in the morning. The students were immersed in the warm world of teachers and students, and their faces smiled like dreams. How I want to record this moving picture with my camera! But I am afraid that the disturbing "click" sound will surprise them. So, I had to listen to this beautiful game half drunk and half awake.

Teacher, I think it is your efforts, "the crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood", which leads to "the sun is shining and the gardener's heart is warm; The rain and dew are moist and the peaches and plums are red. "

I wish you a happy holiday today. Send you a pair of couplets: three feet platform, three inches tongue, three inches pen, three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns!

Thanks to every teacher in the world, every life enlightenment.

My teacher's sixth grade composition 3 My Chinese teacher's surname is Yu, and she is also our head teacher. She has big black eyes and a pair of glasses on her nose. She looks very knowledgeable.

Teacher Chen is very special in the class. Unlike other teachers, she doesn't talk much in every class and does a lot of homework. Instead, each class only focuses on the key parts of the text and the incomprehensible speeches, and the rest of the time guides us to analyze ourselves. Understand and do your homework. We discuss the problems we don't understand in class in time, and finally she gives us an evaluation, so that we have enough time to read in class. Think and finish your homework. She attaches great importance to cultivating our self-study ability. My Chinese teacher is a strict teacher, and her strictness is not only nominal-

I remember once, before the class started, the whole class was so noisy that even the class cadres could not control it. At the beginning of the class, some good students reflected these situations to the teacher. The Chinese teacher suddenly became furious: "Why are you so unconscious? You are still so noisy when the teacher is not here, and you are still running around ... "These words are like the surging river flooding into our ears, and the whole class is silent and even afraid to breathe. Surprisingly quiet. Although the teacher is very strict, I know that the teacher's strictness is wrapped in a kind of care:

She "said" that we are not disciplined, just to let us consciously abide by discipline and not let others control us;

Her strictness is her concern for us.

People say: "Teachers are gardeners who cultivate flower seedlings; Teachers burn their own candles; The teacher is the ladder of others by going up one flight of stairs. " No matter how strict the teacher is, she does it for the students.

My teacher's sixth grade composition article 4 Some people often compare teachers to candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Others compare teachers to gardeners, watering and fertilizing our seedlings every day. However, I want to tell you more, Miss Zhao, that you care about us as much as my mother does.

Teacher, you taught me from grade four to grade six. For more than two years, you have been taking care of me like a mother. I didn't understand your severity at first, and even spoke ill of you behind your back. Miss Zhao, now I want to tell you that I have read Understanding. Miss Zhao, you want me to correct myself. Miss Zhao, sometimes you lose your voice in order to give me lessons. I really want to buy you a throat lozenge!

Miss Zhao, do you remember? Once, the girls' dormitory in our class was deducted 5 points for talking during recess, and we were afraid to admit it. Only two girls admitted it themselves. The teacher was sad to learn that you were afraid to admit that your students had made mistakes, and you put the blame on others. Now I know that our selfish behavior is a disgrace to our teachers! I remember that all the girls in our class stayed after the third class in the afternoon, and all the boys went to eat. But girls should punish themselves with actions in order to be a noble person in society in the future. After you knew it, you rushed to persuade us. Think about how naive we were then! Miss Zhao, you would rather stay with us than eat. We all cried when we saw you like this. From then on, we made up our minds to be honest people. Miss Zhao, you must be very hungry that day, but you smiled and told us that you were losing weight. Miss Zhao, in order not to do anything wrong again, I would rather you gain weight!

Miss Zhao, although you are a strict teacher, you are very concerned about our physical and mental health. Sometimes you get tired of studying and play with us like a child. Sometimes you play crazy, you are joking. Your jokes are humorous and pleasant to listen to. You can tell them to us one by one through stories, and often make the students laugh. Miss Zhao, I want to tell you that being fat is better than being thin! People often say that the heart is wide and the body is fat! You watch the host in Hong Kong on TV, "Pangpang", and she smiles, so charming.

Teacher, I also want to tell you that it is because you are broad-minded and treat us as your children that you live so smartly and fully! Miss Zhao, I love you!

In my six-year primary school career, my favorite teacher is Miss Mai.

Teacher Mai is petite, oval face, short black hair, a pair of eyes shining with sparks of wisdom, and deep eyes full of seriousness. In my eyes, Mr. Mai is a strict and loving teacher.

Teacher Mai is very strict. In a Chinese class, the students are all listening attentively. At first, I listened carefully, but listening, I suddenly remembered the new pen my mother brought me back from Beijing. So, I was absent-minded and finally couldn't help it. I secretly took my pen out of my schoolbag and fiddled with it on the desk. Playing and playing, suddenly, I felt a deep look coming towards me. That's a stern look. Teacher Mai seldom criticizes his classmates. She will remind you with her talking eyes. I immediately understood her intentions towards me. No scolding, no criticism, some kind reminders. I pulled myself together and listened to the teacher attentively.

Teacher Mai is very kind and cares about me like a mother. One weekend of the fourth grade next semester, my friends and I went to the park to play basketball. I accidentally fell down and broke my left ankle. A sharp pain made me cry. My mother took me to the hospital as soon as she found out. The doctor said that my leg was badly hurt, so I should splint it early. It takes at least two months to walk in the fields. At this moment, I saw my mother's worried eyes. She called Miss Mai to explain my situation. Miss Mai said with concern, "Don't worry, I will arrange everything."

The next morning, Mr. Mai had arranged for his classmates to wait for me at the school gate. They offered to help me with my schoolbag, crutches and stairs. At noon, the students sent a steaming lunch to the classroom for me to eat. After class, I'm going to the toilet. The teacher always helps me walk, stroking my head while walking and saying, "Yang Hao, slow down and be careful!" " "The teacher's gentle words moisten my heart sweetly and make my lost mood bright immediately. I study and live happily in this warm big family as before. Two long months have finally passed. With the careful care of Mr. Mai, my classmates and my family, my legs are finally well and I can walk in the fields. At that moment, I was as excited as a caged bird. I obviously saw the happiness and kindness shining in Mr. Mai's eyes. ......

Teacher Mai, you are an excellent gardener and my own mother. Thank you! I will never forget your strictness and friendliness to me.

My teacher's sixth grade composition Article 6 My Chinese teacher is a disabled person. He had a high fever when he was a child and ended up with polio. The length difference between his legs is more than a few centimeters, because these centimeters were rejected by Peking University, and he became a teacher of teaching and educating people and became my Chinese teacher. For me, I was lucky to meet him; But for my Chinese teacher, fate seems unfair!

While helping the world, poverty and immunity. This is the first sentence he gave us. I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence before, but later I gradually realized that this sentence contains great wisdom and great wisdom. This is the ideal and values that a literati should have, and it is also the direction I pursue. His Excellence and Excellence are obvious to all of us. He is knowledgeable, strong-willed, charming and humorous. Quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit, he stayed motionless for a whole afternoon as soon as he read a book. But the disabled body will not stop the ideal flight, and many new things in our city are introduced by him.

After being rejected by Peking University, he went back to our city to study at Normal University. In the first two years, he was silent and didn't communicate with anyone, even with teachers, classmates and family. He would rather stand for an hour than answer the teacher's question, but he clearly knows the answer. Two years of depression made him decide to commit suicide in despair! When he waded into the river, a big wave woke him up and awakened his courage to sleep for two years. "I can choose to leave, and the pain and sadness can only be borne by my family." So he survived. At that time, we were talking about Shi Tiesheng's Me and Ditan, and the same experience reminded him of his own * * * and memories of the past. Although he wears sunglasses, the crystal tears are still clearly visible. As Huo Yuanjia said before he died, living is never a person's business!

His choice left him a sound ideal and reality, and also gave us the power to move and progress!

My teacher's sixth grade composition Article 7 Our teacher has a pair of magical eyes. She kept looking at us with her eyes, which meant something different.

The teacher's eyes are serious. I remember the last class, my deskmate and I chatted with great interest about the popular TV series during this period. We kept whispering at the bottom and suddenly looked up. At this time, the teacher's big bright eyes became serious, showing a reproachful look, frowning more and more tightly, looking at us like prisoners, as if to say, "Which one of you deserves this class?" You are not serious at all! " Suddenly, we were shocked and quickly closed our mouths.

The teacher's eyes are gentle. I remember once I failed in the exam, sitting in my seat, looking at the paper full of red crosses, feeling extremely depressed and thinking: Have you worked hard for so many days and got nothing? Just when I was sad, I suddenly looked up and found that the teacher's eyes were no longer as serious as last time, but more and more gentle and looked particularly warm. Those watery eyes seem to say, "Don't lose heart, keep working hard, and you will definitely get a reward next time!" "

The teacher's eyes are sharp. Every time we hand in our homework, she can always find out our typos accurately and correct them. Once, when I was in writing class, the teacher walked by me and took a casual look at my handwriting. Found a few typos, corrected them on the spot, and punished me for copying them several times. This is really unlucky!

Teacher, teacher, how amazing your eyes are, and how love and hate are intertwined!