Sentences describing the teacher's humor

The role of late review is still quite great.

You are a white horse today.

Tomorrow may be a dark horse.

Today is a dark horse.

It may become a cow tomorrow.

His calligraphy is unique among bananas.

Long and curved

Like earthworms

If there were no boarders,

Then there is no post-repair.

The school is only open during the day and afternoon.

Few students ask questions in pairs.

Few people do the right thing.

The title clearly states the reduced interval.

Some students are seeking to increase the spacing.

I am happy, too.

In Hakka, it is a board.

A board like a door panel.

It's stupid to speak in Mandarin.

Stupid enough not to know how to shit cows.

I don't know whether he stays up late to correct students' homework like other teachers, and I don't know whether he regards his home as the second studio, but I am sure that he loves his students and he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to them.

He is my junior high school math teacher. Although he is not old, he is not young, but he still looks like a group of people all day. He always pretends to be athletic in front of us, and he is especially kind and easy-going. Although the hair has always been flat-headed, it looks particularly handsome with two locks of long hair in front. When the wind blows through his hair, the hair in front flutters with the wind, which is particularly elegant.

A discerning person can tell at a glance that he must be a teacher with a particularly developed sense of humor. That's right. The students in our class were attracted to him at first because of his humorous personality.

I remember once in class, the teacher finished the content of the day, and in three to five minutes, the teacher began to talk to us about the "fighting incident" just now. If you think he will teach us a lesson, you are wrong. Listen, "How dare those two classmates fight in front of so many people just now?" I thought I was much better than you when I was a student. I punched twice. "When the teacher proudly said that, the students made a virtual sound that seemed to be cooperative. I forgot to tell you that our teacher's only shortcoming is that he is not tall enough. The teacher went on to say, "You don't believe it? I used to be the best when I was a soldier. " This time, when the teacher finished, the students couldn't help it, and they all burst out laughing. The teacher looked a little embarrassed and said, "don't look at me so tall." It's not that I'm too short, but that they are too tall! But more flexible. Ha ha. "

Humor, he always uses humorous words after class to relieve our fatigue and make us happy.

The teacher and we get along like friends, but he is not careless about our study. It is also said that strict teachers make excellent students. I think he should be summed up by "truth", not "strictness".

As long as we open our exercise books, we will find that the teacher not only corrects our answers, but also has the handwriting circled by him in the process, and sometimes there are several comments next to it. This is true not only for students with good grades, but also for students with poor grades. Because there is no distinction between good students and bad students in his mind, as long as he likes students who love learning and are willing to learn, he will try his best to teach them well.

Students in our class are particularly prone to make mistakes when studying algebra, and this is where they lose the most points in the exam. Students don't seem to care much about this, and they all blame themselves for being careless, thinking that they will be all right after a while. The teacher put a lot of thought into this matter. In order to prevent us from making mistakes, the teacher thought of a special way-using four brackets to prevent us from making mistakes. Sure enough, the students used this method, and the situation of losing points in calculation problems has been greatly improved. According to the teacher himself, this method was thought out after a long time. I believe this method, because only students in our class can use it. Every effort of the teacher has created an absolute advantage for our class, so that our class is always far ahead.

Of course, we like our teacher not only for these reasons, but also for more reasons, such as his profound knowledge and his tireless mental state in class. ...

The students in our class especially like him because of his "special" humor, "special" hairstyle, "special" teaching method and "special" truth. ...

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener.

Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us.

The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland;

I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.

You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation!

Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words.

Burning! Keep burning!

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring!

Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!

Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom?

Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who is not praising you!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine and nourishing beautiful rain and dew.

Our hearts are full of green grass and flowers!

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam;

You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love. ...

Over the years, grains of sand have become pearls and glistened.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.

You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world!

If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study. You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

Ode to green leaves

-Praise the gardener

Like a green leaf

Always be proud of others. In your life.

Only dedication

Not asking for it

Put beautiful youth

Dedicated to blooming flowers.

Put golden times

Dedicated to sweet fruit

Like a green leaf

It is often a lyrical compliment to others.

In your life.

Only struggle

No depression

Smile at sunrise and sunset

Accompanied by flowers and birds

Bath ups and downs

Resist lightning strike

Like a green leaf

Often dance and sing for others.

In your life.

Only romance and chic.

No pessimistic sigh

In the cool autumn wind

Jump into root's arms

In the golden sunshine

Let the sunflowers face the sun.

green leaves

gardener

gardener

Green leaves!

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning!

Your lecture is rich and colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...

Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness.

Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!

You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.

You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.

You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.

There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step.

You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself. This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as exciting as a rushing river. ...

Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag about in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others.

Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you!

My teacher

My teacher Sun Hanbo is a friend's child. I am three and a half years old this year. He is not beautiful and doesn't talk much. Usually his parents don't allow killing chickens and cutting fish. He is very kind, but he ignores all the visitors at home and looks arrogant. At first I saw him just for fun, but later I dared not be presumptuous and recognized him as a teacher. Many people laugh at me for recognizing a three-and-a-half-year-old child as a teacher because I am crazy or melodramatic. I said it was your fault. Who stipulates that teachers can only see the big picture from the small? Sun Hanbo! Mr. Sun, he should be my teacher.

The aunt in kindergarten took the children on an outing, and he was among them. The aunt picked a bunch of flowers and gave them to everyone. It was his turn. He didn't answer, his eyes turned white and his nose was fanned. Aunt asked: You don't want it? He said, "Does the flower hurt?" For a beautiful thing, because of its beauty, I often don't feel its beauty, don't cherish it, don't defend it, sometimes feel its beauty, because I don't have it, I hate it, vilify it, and even participate in harm and destruction. Sun Hanbo is merciful. He believes that everything has life and should be respected and live in peace. He should be my teacher.

Watching TV at night, CCTV starts to play the national anthem at seven o'clock, and he will stand on the chair, staring at each other and beating his hands, regardless of whether adults or children are present, surprised or sneering. I don't have this style. For their own personal safety and a little career, they are always cautious and have stage fright. I choose to carry eggs through the downtown area, and I dare not squeeze people. If you are afraid of being squeezed, you can bear it, and you can bear what you shouldn't. At most, I only wrote "turning destruction into fate, silence and slander" to console myself. As a result, I lost a lot of ambition and missed a lot of business. Sun Hanbo is fearless and dares to direct the national anthem. He should be my teacher.

I was writing a banner at his house, and many people looked around and applauded. He also squeezed past, his head tilted and his earwax was pulled out. His father asked, what did you come to see? He said, "Look and write." Ask again: What did you write? Say: "Word." Ask again: what word? Say, "Black." My writing and calligraphy are not very good, but I have been praised by people and others. For example, I heard someone say that XXX's article is good, but I don't see anything good, but I want to mix in the literary world and prove my appreciation level, or XXX has authority and fame. I must show humility and respect. I need to be promoted and rewarded. I also said, "Yes, of course." No matter what happens, Sun Hanbo doesn't look at his face. If he is careless, he will beat around the bush and go straight to the root of the matter. He really should be my teacher.

In the street, two people argued. First, they swore at each other, and then they punched and kicked each other. One of them was bleeding, so he grabbed a machete from the butcher shop next to him and the onlookers dispersed. His father ran with him and stood among them, shouting, "Don't fight! Fighting is not a good boy, no fighting! " People are very annoyed nowadays. It seems that if they eat explosives, a small matter will lead to a bloody case. However, few people try to stop street fighting. Me too. I am afraid to protect the weak from the knife wounds of the strong and conquer the strong. The weak will sneak away. When the police come, they are also involved. It is better to do one more thing, or simply walk away and refuse to prove it afterwards. Jessica, who is brave enough, safe and upright, has Xu Honggang's heroism. He should be my teacher.

During the Spring Festival, friends took him to a colleague's house to pay a New Year call. There is a new calendar with oil paintings of western gods hanging on the wall. God is naked or half naked. Visitors stare at him when no one is around, and he looks serious when others are around. That colleague also thought the calendar was ugly, so he cut a small coat out of red paper and stuck it on his naked body. Everyone sneered at this and deliberately pointed to his bare chest and asked him: What is this? He was playing transformers, having a good time, looked at it and said, "Mommy's milk!" " "Say, busy with their own operations. Men regard women as gods, or treat them as naked and itchy, but they will never forget them if they don't say them in public. They thought about the problem alone. I think this calendar is such a feeling. Going to the temple to worship the bodhisattva also feels that the bodhisattva looks good. I had a unrequited love and that-I still dare not say-I dare not say, I just want to be a perfect person, a gentleman and a saint. What I said, it's vulgar taste, rogue one thousand dollars. Sun Hanbo is not worldly. He doesn't think he is a god, so he fears, burns incense and kowtows. He doesn't think he is naked and has evil thoughts. He regards it as a part of a person, a part of his mother, and it's over if he says it. He is not hypocritical, not self-deceiving, ordinary and honest. He really should be my teacher.

My teacher doesn't talk much. He doesn't give me guidance or give me homework. He has never been as proud of being a student as I am, but he always looks cold and arrogant. I think, maybe he just wants me to understand the truth that "sharp mouth and blunt, arrogant people are blocked by ghosts". I treat my teacher with trepidation. He let me constantly discover my meanness and know my shame. I believe many people will be ashamed to contact my teacher. So, I have no reason not to call him teacher! I'm not the only student of my teacher, am I?