I interviewed my teacher and wrote a 500-word composition.

1.~ "Let's go!" Huh? What's going on? The teacher asked us to be a reporter and interview others. I chose a little girl about my age. The interview began, and an unprecedented sense of tension welled up in my mind. My heart is like a rabbit jumping wildly in my arms. I forgot all the questions prepared in advance. Think of those calm journalists and look at yourself. This is a different world. Facing the kind little girl, I summoned up my courage and began to ask, with a voice like a mosquito: "Hello, I want to ask you about the tense moment of graduation. Some students think they are trying their best to do extracurricular exercises to improve their grades. How to treat this phenomenon? " The little girl answered me in a crisp voice: "well, I don't think this is the best way to learn." The most important thing for us is to concentrate on the class and do the questions after class, but not too much. " "Ok, thank you." "You're welcome." My heart gradually calmed down and my words were much smoother. I turned my eyes to a burly uncle. I was just about to ask him. His words made me angry: "Get out of the way, children. I have work to do. Really annoying! " I am not discouraged by this. "Hello, aunt, do you think it's good to have a holiday?" I asked an aunt. "Good," Aunt replied with a smile. I asked, "Do you think it's okay to leave too much homework for children during the holidays?" Aunt solemnly said, "of course not. Holidays are for children to relax and get close to nature. " "Well, thank you." I dragged my tired body home, my back ached and my legs ached, and I was sweating like a pig. At this moment, I really realized the reporter's hard work, the meaning of "three minutes on stage, ten years off stage", and the hard work of a small newspaper. Of course, when your classmates affectionately call you a "little reporter", then your pride arises spontaneously and a force pushes you forward.

I can't write the composition of the interview teacher, I can only write something else! Hope to adopt! Note: If there is anything wrong, please point it out!

2. Interview with the teacher's composition "The silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick every night." This poem vividly illustrates the selfless dedication of the teacher. Yes, at night, who corrects homework under the lamp? During the day, who keeps working when he has a cold? Teachers burn themselves all the time. It is the teacher who holds up a blue sky for us children!

We grew up step by step from an ignorant teenager. Whose credit is this? Who is responsible for us from babbling to full of poetry? Yes, still a teacher. He let us go from ignorance to knowledge, and finally let us successfully walk out of the campus and embark on our own life journey.

Remember the 5. 12 earthquake? How many students are protected by teachers to save their lives! Tan Qianqiu, a people's teacher, guards four students with his own flesh and blood. What a touching scene!

The teacher left us the light and gave us his life, but his youth gradually disappeared like chalk until he finished his work. They took nothing away except during the day, but left a place of knowledge.

When we offer tea to our parents, we should also think that we should actually offer tea to our dear teacher! Yes, don't forget that there are teachers behind us who are silently contributing to us!

A grateful heart, a sincere heart and some practical actions are all what we should do to thank our teachers. Let's take action and thank the teacher with excellent results!

3. The teacher's interesting composition is 500 words. Our science teacher is very distinctive. His dark eyes are very magical, and his tall nose stands upright, which is very beautiful. Adidas shirt and a pair of blue jeans, which are unchanged every day, look very healthy and sunny.

It is he who has taught us science since the third semester. He has a pet phrase, which he says no less than forty or fifty times in each class, and that is: "Yes!" After asking this question, I said, "Yes!" After reading that knowledge, "Yes!" After summing up the seal of Han Hai, I hugged the phoenix breast and said, "Yes!"

It is this "right" that leads to a joke.

One day, we knew that the next class was science, so we all gave up playing time and started reading science books. Because my classmates, including me, love to play and know that science teachers will test some knowledge in every class, so they have to recite it between classes.

The teacher pushed the door and came in, and the students in the class immediately sat down.

After a while, I finally passed the first difficulty-memorizing knowledge. Generally, teachers will only address students with number four as if they have a grudge against them, but it has nothing to do with me-my student number is 5 1.

The teacher began to review his knowledge. He reviewed a place and said, "Yes!" Usually, the teacher asked us to answer "yes", but this time, he pointed to an unconnected circuit and asked us, "Is this circuit connected?" Students just answer: "Yes!" This is wrong. So he waited for the students to answer "no".

Really, no student listens to the teacher because we don't like him when we hear "Yes!" They all replied with one voice: "Yes!" I am no exception.

This time, the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Generally, if you get the right answer, the teacher will continue to talk, and this time, the teacher said nothing. After a short silence, he suddenly struck the table, pointed to the broken circuit and asked heavily, "Is it through?" "No ... No," the students said in unison, realizing what the teacher had just asked.

I was cheated by the teacher's plan this time!

Next, the students listened carefully for fear that the teacher would try to play tricks on everyone again.

4. Add, subtract, multiply and divide quickly, which is not enough for you to dedicate! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you! You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened the beautiful fruit of our feelings with clear springs. In this unusual festival, offer our deep blessing!

Send you your first spring and New Year card every year. My dear teacher, may spring be with you forever!

Gardener-a lofty title. Look at the flowers blooming on that branch, watered by your hard sweat. Bless you: peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring is blooming!

The sun shines and the gardener's heart is warm; Rain and dew moisten, peaches and plums are tender and red. I wish you a happy Teacher's Day.

You are a gardener, adding beauty to the mountains and rivers of the motherland; You are like a spring rain, nourishing peaches and plums, and the land of China is full of fragrance. In this festive festival, let me present a heart flower and express my heartfelt wishes to you.

Writing carols with rosy clouds all over the sky and composing poems with flowers all over the place can't express our congratulations on the teacher's holiday!

"Peach and plum are all over the world" is the glory of teachers. -In this beautiful and sunny gardener's day, I wish the teacher happiness and youth forever!

I am not your best student, but you are my most respected teacher. In your festival, I want to pay high tribute to you.

Dear teacher, your earnest teachings are like spring breeze, like Seo Woo, and you will never forget my heart. I sincerely wish you happiness!

We grow from seedlings to trees, but we will always be your students. I wish you more than 60 years old and the tree of life will be evergreen.

You teach students in accordance with their aptitude and are good at enlightening your mind. We congratulate you on your victory with excellent results!

Teacher, I wish you a generation of students and talents, and a generation of elites.

Teacher, you are sincere, kind and beautiful. May all the students' hearts be open to you.

May the music of my stream reverberate in your deep valley forever.

When the sea ebbs, colorful shells are left on the beach. When we graduate, we give our teachers sincere wishes.

5. A 600-word interview with a teacher. The teacher asked us to carry out an activity-interview the teacher. Because there was this activity in the textbook, we accepted it gladly.

I, Xu Manshan, Yao Ying and Yang Yang are a group. We have chosen the interviewee-our head teacher, Mr. Tong, and assigned a good job: Yang Yang has a glib tongue and is a small host of the school TV station. She asks questions; Xu Jinmanshan writes fast and well, and is responsible for recording; Yao Ying and I will synthesize these records and make a summary.

At noon on Thursday, we interviewed the teacher. Our first question is: "What gift do you want your classmates to give you most?" Teacher Tong smiled and said, "What gift do I want you to give me? Of course, study hard and make progress every day! I am very satisfied that you can do this. " Xu Manshan immediately wrote down the main contents. We quickly threw out the second question: "Who is your most satisfied student since teaching?" "Well, let me think about it." The teacher spoke slowly, as if lost in memories of the past. Yes, we know that although Miss Tong looks very young, we were not born when she started her teaching career! How many students have satisfied her in this decade! It is not easy to pick out the "most satisfactory" one. "Oh, yes." Teacher Tong raised his eyebrows. "One of the most satisfying students is Wang Zhenjie, who is now in college. He comes from a poor family, loves reading, has a wide range of knowledge, has excellent academic performance and is ready to help others. I also won the first place in Lanxi City in the senior high school entrance examination! " The more the teacher talks, the happier he is. He couldn't help asking, "What's the third question?" "The third question is about your privacy." Yang Yang sold a lock. "How old are you this year?" Teacher Tong smiled and said, "Do the math." Finally, we politely said to the teacher, "Thank you for accepting our interview."

You see the teacher's answers are encouraging us: studying hard is the best gift for teachers. We should learn from Wang Zhenjie's big brother, and the age of teachers should be calculated by ourselves. It's all about learning. Students, we should study hard, make progress every day and grow into a person who contributes to society.

6. Composition My new Chinese teacher bid farewell to the old semester and ushered in a new school year. Everything is brand new. On the first day in our school, I was very happy because I could see my teachers and classmates again. I walked into the classroom in high spirits and saw a strange face. Only after listening to the students' comments did we know that we had changed teachers.

My new Chinese teacher's surname is He. She has big clear and bright eyes. Short hair and small mouth, laughing every day, very kind. Wearing a pair of glasses, he looks very learned. She is of medium height, about thirty or forty years old. Slowly, we began to like the new Chinese teacher.

One day, two days passed, and I got to know Mr. Mu better. Teacher Mu's lively lectures, coupled with her crisp and loud voice and beautiful sentences, soon brought the students into the classroom. Gradually, we like Mr. Mu, and the teacher knows us better. The teacher has a good temper and never loses his temper with us. Once, a classmate in our class wrote an irregular Chinese homework, which was torn up by the teacher. Teacher Mu didn't get angry with this classmate, but said kindly, "You just need to correct it again, and you must be regular!"

This is our new Chinese teacher. I know her better and better now, and I like her more and more.

7. My Chinese teacher has 500 compositions. my Chinese teacher

"What is the distance? This is the distance. " This is the classic mantra of the great Chinese teacher in our class, and it is also the most tolerant famous saying when he speaks. Speaking of the Chinese teacher in our class, we have to start from the beginning of school. ...

On the first evening self-study at the beginning of school, he was the first to speak: "Hello everyone ... Now please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhang, my name is ... "Did Xiao Fang make a mistake, calling this good girl's name because of his name, or smiling? Oh, my god How can there be such a Chinese teacher? Damn it! Seeing that he is young, let's just call him "Little Brother Fang".

In my overall influence, "Little Brother Fang" can be said to be glib and eloquent in class, just like the water of the Yellow River never says "interest". For us, taking his class is simply a kind of enjoyment, easy to understand, but meaningful. Speaking of Zhu Ziqing's "Spring", the gorgeous flowers, green grass, flying butterflies, refreshing breeze, intermittent rain, melodious flute ... in his vivid description, we seem to be there. "Please close your eyes and think about it." I closed my eyes and thought carefully while listening to the teacher's emotional speech. My eyes seem to be full of the fragrance of willows, butterflies and bees dancing, and the fragrant colors of flowers and plants come to my face ... "Well, classmates, what did you see and hear in your imagination?" My hands were raised instantly, and I couldn't wait for the teacher to order me first.

"Little Brother Fang" lecture is really a must!

Not only that, "Little Brother Fang" also cares about us.

Once, a classmate in my class accidentally knocked his head out of blood while playing. Teacher Wang took him to the hospital and called Brother Xiao Fang. "Little Brother Fang" immediately got on his motorcycle and rushed to the hospital-there was a rush of footsteps in the stairwell. Be caring and attentive as soon as you enter the door, asking questions about this and that, and then watching "Little Brother Fang" look nervous, as if his child was injured. After a while, the situation stabilized a little. I immediately went back to school to pick up Xiao Wu, went to the hospital to take care of the classmate, and repeatedly told them both. His eyes are big and his facial muscles are particularly tense. He said, "You two take good care of him. If you have anything, call me immediately. Never forget! " He urged again and again, looked there for a while, and felt relieved before leaving-a slightly heavy and fading footsteps. I thought, "Brother Xiao Fang is so anxious that he cares so much about his students. He must be a good teacher. "

This is the Chinese teacher in our class, isn't it?

8. Who is my teacher's composition is a threesome of 500 words. There must be my teacher. We have hard-working teachers in school and teachers in life. In my life, there is such a "tireless teacher"-my mother.

One morning, my mother asked me to throw out the garbage. I put on my shoes and went downstairs. I was walking towards the trash can when I saw a big dog barking. To tell the truth, I'm a big man and I've always been afraid of dogs. At this moment, an idea flashed through my mind: just put the garbage here. I hesitated for a moment, and then I thought, no one saw it, but who knows I put it here. So I left the garbage here and went home. As soon as I got home, my mother said, "You came back so soon. I stammered, "Today, the speed is faster ..." Then I ran back to my room. After dinner, my mother went downstairs for a walk and heard the old ladies downstairs say in unison, "Who is littering in the corridor and stinks?" Such people are really immoral! "After I heard it upstairs, I immediately went downstairs to find an excuse to let my mother go upstairs. When I got home, I said, "Mom, I actually threw that garbage, because there were dogs there in the morning, so …" Mom was not angry, just smiled and said, "Mom doesn't blame you this time, because you are honest, but don't do this next time. "... from my mother's words, I understand that we should be honest and trustworthy, because we all hate those dishonest people.

Ah, my mother taught me a lot. She is really my good teacher!

9. How to write a composition to interview the teacher? I love nature, an ever-changing face.

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad; Sometimes happy, sometimes angry. In spring, nature puts on new clothes for herself.

The green grassland is her beautiful clothes, the red flowers are her beautiful hairpins, and the faint mist is the cloak that nature likes. With it, it naturally appears mysterious and vague.

But it is not only vague, but also a little delicate. The birds stopped in the trees and sang cheerful songs, adding a little vitality to nature.

People are lying in the embrace of the earth, looking at this beautiful scenery, and can't help but be intoxicated. In summer, nature gradually becomes noisy. Constantly spewing hot air at the earth.

Houses, trees and people are immersed in this world. Flowers are no longer smiling, birds are no longer singing, people are no longer intoxicated, only cicadas are tirelessly calling for autumn, and nature is painted with a golden stroke. Flowers are no longer competing to open like spring, and trees are no longer full of vitality, but slowly aging.

Until then, countless leaves were flying all over the sky, and rice fields began to get busy, and harvest scenes were everywhere. The farmer's uncle is happy for the bumper harvest this year. In winter, nature puts on a white cotton-padded jacket, and the earth is sparkling.

Adults hide in their coats and shrink their heads very short. On the other hand, children are chasing and playing in the snow.

Plants sleep in thick quilts, sleeping so sweetly, as if they didn't wake up, and animals hide in their holes. In this winter, there is no excitement of the past, but more yearning for the beautiful scenery of spring, the vibrant appearance of spring, the sweet singing of birds, and the beautiful pictures of nature in spring, summer, autumn and winter. These pictures represent various meanings, and only when you are there can you feel the meaning.

It is precisely because of this that I love all the year round and the colorful nature more.