My favorite teacher's composition (5 selected articles)

My favorite teacher's composition (5 selected articles)

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are my favorite teacher's compositions (5 selected articles) carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

My favorite teacher is Miss Sun. Mr. Sun is a male teacher in his thirties. He has short hair, a high nose and a glib mouth under his upturned nose.

Students also like him very much.

Teacher Sun has one advantage, that is, the lecture is very good and the expression is beautiful, and we seem to be there. Teacher Sun likes telling jokes in class and often makes us laugh. He said it could improve our interest in learning. He also told us some truth. We are even more fascinated by listening to stories. The teacher said, "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time." It means that time has passed and you can't come back. Cherish time. The teacher also said, "If you are young and don't work hard, the boss will be sad." I had the opportunity to study when I was young, but I didn't study hard. When I get old, I will regret it and cry. Why didn't I study hard when I was young? The teacher said a lot, which I kept in mind.

Teacher Sun is particularly concerned about her classmates. One night after school, somehow, Liu Gendan's hand was squeezed by the door for a while, and his blood flowed. After the teacher knew it, she took her to the hospital without taking care of her.

In fact, there are so many such examples that I can't even give one. Most students in our class are resident students. Our health is thanks to the care of Teacher Sun, who is like a kind mother!

Ah! Teacher Sun is really nice. I like Miss Sun!

My favorite teacher is very gentle.

She has gentle eyes. Eyes are silent language, full of expectations for me; It is the burning flame that gives me great heat; It is the light of the moon, soft as water. It will be buried in my tender heart forever.

My favorite teacher has a gentle smile. That smile is more charming than sunset glow, brighter than sunshine and sweeter than starlight; That smile is full of enthusiasm and joy, budding fragrance and elegance, buried beauty and charm, rhythm and exquisiteness, showing purity and brightness. That smile flows like a spring, ripples like a water wave, stirs like a boat, flies like a seagull, sings like a bird, falls like a white cloud, thrives like a seedling and blooms like a flower; How much youth, how many sails, how much self-confidence and how much confusion have been aroused by that smile.

My favorite teacher has gentle words. Warm and soft words are like the evening breeze, charming and gentle; Like drizzle, moisten things silently; Like catkins, flowers bloom all over the city when flying; Such as fairyland, along the way, red flowers and green grass bloom; For example, through pure lyrics, elegant and romantic, refreshing; Like a beautiful serenade, the seductive melody, melodious, melodious, cadence and endless charm, lingers in students' hearts for a long time, as if it would never stop; Affectionate whispers are like young leaves sprouting from branches, so natural, so fresh, refreshing and inspiring. Those gentle words, full of poetry and philosophy, inspire our wisdom, shock our thoughts and cultivate our sentiments. They are so magical-how many wonderful ripples have been aroused in my mind!

My favorite teacher has a gentle and beautiful heart. That mind is like a rich five-flavor bottle, full of ups and downs; That heart is like a beautiful colorful bridge, full of red fire, green vitality, pink softness, blue depth and white elegance; That heart is like the beautiful four seasons, with love in spring, fiery in summer, refreshing in autumn and quiet in winter; That heart is like a flaming pomegranate, which gives people agate like fire in late autumn; That heart is like a sunrise, shining in the hearts of students with spring; The dedication of love and selfless love flow in the soul, making peaches and plums all over the world and students all over the world. ...

My favorite teacher is elegant in appearance and considerate in heart. It was her gentle and philosophical teaching that opened the doors and windows of our thoughts, made us "have a bright future", let us appreciate the unique style of literature and let us see a vast and colorful new world.

Day after day, year after year, although some things have passed away, the traces left behind are more vivid and profound under the embellishment of love. "Teaching is like the spring breeze, which bathes my heart every day." My favorite teacher, with that tenderness, left an indelible rainbow in the sky in my heart!

My favorite teacher is Mr. Hou, who is also the first teacher I know.

Miss Hou is tall, neither fat nor thin, and always dresses neatly ... She has beautiful big eyes and always shows loving eyes. We all like and admire her.

Because I was young, I didn't go to school and went directly to the third grade. I'm still very nervous and scared. At that time, I thought the teacher must be very powerful. He dare not talk to the teacher, or even say hello to him. However, one thing changed my guess about the teacher's image.

On the eve of Teachers' Day, I personally made a greeting card and wanted to give it to the teacher. I lingered in front of the office for a long time, afraid to knock at the door ... Finally, I got up the courage to knock knock, walked in nervously, handed the greeting card to the teacher in fear and trembling, and said timidly, "Happy holidays, teacher!" "The teacher took the card and said with a smile," Thank you! "Then hugged me, I'm a little at a loss, but my heart is warm. The teacher's hug, like a ray of warm sunshine, warmed my young heart and made me less afraid of the teacher.

My teacher not only teaches us knowledge, but also is as loving and patient as my mother, helping me adapt to the new learning environment smoothly.

There are 120 teachers in our campus, one of whom I will never forget, and that is my first and second grade class teacher, Mr. Wang Hongyan. She is ordinary and unremarkable among many teachers, but she is my favorite teacher.

I remember when I was in the second grade, I was sick and seriously allergic to eggs. I can only ask my father to bring me food every day. One day, I suddenly felt uncomfortable after eating. I wanted to go home and rest, so I asked Mr. Wang for leave.

Teacher Wang heard that I was not feeling well and asked me this and that with concern. After calling my parents, Mr. Wang took out a big jelly and gave it to me with a smile: "Come, Mr. Wang will give you a jelly." Take it away quickly. I haven't given it to other students yet! " I took the jelly and said happily, "Thank you, Miss Wang!" " "You're welcome, teacher and, also want to invite me to dinner! Remember, don't give it to others, this is for you to recuperate. " Teacher Wang touched my head and joked. "hmm!" I readily agreed, thinking: Teacher Wang is so kind to me! I will study hard and live up to my husband's expectations!

When I walked out of the office, I instinctively turned my head and suddenly found that Miss Wang was still there, smiling at me from a distance, and I smiled and waved to her. At home, I still hold the bean jelly for illness tightly in my hand, and my heart is full of lingering gratitude to Mr. Wang.

Now, I'm grown up and sensible, but I can't eat the jelly that Teacher Wang treated me anymore. It's not that jelly is off the shelf, it's that Mr. Wang doesn't teach us. I can't understand the care and love hidden in jelly, but they have not been taken off the shelf or forgotten by me, but will always be preserved in the deepest part of my heart.

My favorite teacher is our Chinese teacher, Yang Haijing.

She has long hair and bright eyes. Teacher Yang is patient and meticulous in teaching and treats us like our own children. Once, my foot was scalded, and Miss Yang took good care of me. Because I can't go to the fields for a long time, Teacher Yang asked someone else to be on duty for me. The art teacher asked me to go down and move the books. Teacher Yang volunteered: "Don't let him go, his feet are not good." During exercise, the teacher asked me to sit in class to reduce the amount of activity, which is good for my feet. If someone in our class does something wrong, Mr. Yang will patiently teach him what he did wrong and correct it later. Last time someone played Rubik's cube in class, the teacher criticized her for playing Rubik's cube in class, which would affect her attention. Under the guidance of the teacher, she corrected the mistake.

Some students in our class don't study well and dare not speak in class. Teacher Yang said, "Don't dare to raise your hand. It doesn't matter if you are wrong. Others will add. No one will be right, and sometimes there will be mistakes. "

Once, when a teacher Yang gave us a lecture, he showed us some information about the destruction of Yuanmingyuan by the British and French allied forces, which made us feel their greed and * * *. We listened with relish. The content of the text was quickly learned.

Under the guidance of Mr. Yang's superb teaching level, the academic performance of all our classmates has been greatly improved.

Teacher Yang is both a mother and a teacher. She hopes that each of us will grow up healthily and learn better every day.