My teacher essay, 450 words

My teacher 1.

Teacher Liu is my class teacher and also our Chinese teacher. She is in her thirties, with a slender figure and an unadorned egg-shaped face, simple and generous. Under the thick black eyebrows, there are a pair of bright big eyes, but there is a bit of majesty in the eyes. Even though Teacher Liu is usually very serious, he is very concerned about his classmates.

One day at noon, I was drawing in the classroom and suddenly found that a newly bought blue color pen could not draw colors. I thought to myself: "Is the writing tip blocked? This little problem cannot be difficult for me." So according to my own ideas, I started to repair my pen. First, pull out the pen tip, and then blow the barrel of the pen with your mouth. But somehow, the blue ink in the pen tube was not blown down, but was sucked into the mouth. At this time, the surrounding students saw it, and the whole classroom exploded. Some students shouted: "Zhang Heren has turned into a blue mouth"! Some students told me with concern: "This water is poisonous, don't swallow it." Some students hurriedly called the teacher. At this time, I was so scared!

After a while, Teacher Liu came to my side, hurriedly took my hand, took me to the sink, turned on the faucet, and asked me to rinse my mouth with tap water. From time to time, he gently wiped my mouth with his hands, while comforting me: "Don't be nervous, just wash the ink clean. When we encounter something, we should face it calmly, don't panic or be afraid...".

At this time, I saw that the teacher’s hands were stained by ink, I saw the teacher’s clothes were wet by the splashed dirty water, and I saw the teacher’s kind and concerned expression, my mood gradually calmed down. When I came down, I wasn’t afraid anymore and felt warm in my heart.

How could I not like a teacher like this, and why wouldn’t I be willing to get close to her? Teacher Liu, I love you!

My teacher 2.

“Grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life and giving me the courage to be myself.” That’s right! It’s the teacher who walked into the campus from us Beginning to impart knowledge to us, starting from our ignorance, the teacher kept teaching us how to behave day by day.

The teacher is a hard-working gardener who works day and night for our motherland, and his hair turns gray from fatigue. The stubble has turned black from exhaustion. Teachers have paid so much for us. Shouldn't we repay them? Respecting teachers is the most important thing and respecting teachers' labor. Teaching is a kind of hard and meticulous mental work, for which teachers have devoted a lot of time and energy. Teachers must carefully design every teaching plan, teach every lesson carefully, and mark every assignment carefully. The teacher's work is hard and arduous. We must understand and appreciate the characteristics and hard work of teachers, and respect their labor.

I remember one time, you could no longer make a sound, but instead of recuperating at home, you came to school to teach us. Teacher, your love is as warm as the sun and as warm as the spring breeze. Warm and sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more serious than father's love, more delicate than mother's love, and more pure than friendship. Your love is the greatest, the most selfless, and the most sacred. During class, I couldn't help but hear your hoarse voice. Reprinted from 100%.com, please keep this mark. My heart hurt like it was being stabbed by thousands of needles. Suddenly, tears of dissatisfaction flowed down like beans. , you came to me and asked kindly: "Xinyu, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" In order to make the teacher not be careful about me, I said: "Teacher, I'm fine, don't be careful. You have to protect your body and don't get exhausted." The teacher may have been moved by me and shed tears. Teacher, your profession is great, glorious and selfless. You should have this kind of love for you. We are proud of our professional spirit! Teachers are our guides on the road to growth. Teachers teach us how to do things, teach us how to be a good person, and guide us on the path of life. When we encounter setbacks, teachers help us hold up the sail of progress; when we encounter confusion and confusion, teachers give us guidance; when we encounter setbacks, teachers give us guidance; When we are proud of our achievements, the teacher's timely advice makes us sober.

"Come with a heart in your hands and leave without a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication.

Finally, let us sincerely say: "Thank you!"

My teacher 4.

Teachers - are engineers of the human soul, they nurture We have grown young seedlings one after another and trained batches of talents after batches. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, the one who impressed me the most was him--the Chinese teacher who taught us for almost two years--Mr. Wang Maode.

Teacher Wang’s oval face is inlaid with a pair of eyes that are neither big nor small; black hair and a mouth that is neither big nor small. It is this mouth that is neither big nor small that gives Gave us knowledge and gave us happiness.

In class, the teacher will explain the text vividly and vividly, making you mesmerized and immersed in the subject, making you immersed in the subject and not caring about other things that have nothing to do with learning. . In this way, you will definitely get unexpected results during the exam.

I remember one exam, we did very poorly in the exam, and the classmates were all dejected and unable to cheer up. In order to calm our depressed mood, the teacher put his hands together, sighed and said, "Amitabha, that's good, that's good." The whole class laughed, and some students asked the teacher: "Teacher Wang, who are you?" "Monk?" The teacher replied: "Yes!" At this time, a song was played on the radio, and Teacher Wang also sang along with the music, "Griddle, Griddle, Griddle..." The students also took pictures. We started to play the rhythm for the teacher. At this time, the class bell rang, and Teacher Wang sang: "Glad, grid, everyone is in class." Ha, ha, ha... Teacher Wang not only adjusted our depressed mood, but also gave us brought joy.

This is my Teacher Wang. When we are happy, Teacher Wang is also happy; when we are unhappy, Teacher Wang always finds ways to make us happy

This is my answer, I hope it can help you.