One of my favorite teachers wrote a composition in Grade Two.

In study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Through composition, our scattered thoughts can be gathered together. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my favorite composition (selected 10) written by a senior two teacher. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

One of my favorite teachers writes a composition 1 in the second day of junior high school. Holding a book, she habitually learned to tie her long hair into a braid and walked into the classroom. The classroom is quiet and the students sit quietly. A pair of eyes looked at her, waiting for her to talk.

I saw her wearing a brand-new colorful long skirt. Under the breeze, the skirt horn fluttered slightly, and the right makeup on her face, coupled with the occasional flash of jewelry and silver in her hair, made her look like a fairy jumping out of a hundred flowers.

This is how she attends class every day. Every day, she always dresses like this. Although she is in her thirties and her daughter is in primary school, she still loves dressing up. Every day, her clothes seem to be different. Even if it is the same dress, she will wear new patterns and greet the arrival of a new day with a new look.

I don't know if it's because of her dress, she always looks so energetic, and sometimes even makes people feel like a child, a child younger than us.

She likes singing very much. She often records songs and karaoke songs on her mobile phone at home, and then "shows off" in her circle of friends. In order to sing, she specially bought a "golden microphone" and even brought it to our class to show us how to use it, and said to us, "If anyone wants to sing or record, they can borrow it from me." It looks like a child holding a bag of candy and saying, "If someone is hungry, you can come to me for it." Later, we were going to record the recitation audio, and she really lent it to us.

She is versatile, and she arranges almost all the performances in our class. Once, the class arranged the dance "Chinese Style", and every night she stayed to work overtime to help us rehearse. The dance was well choreographed and achieved good results. She was so excited that she even gave us a big hug.

She seldom scolds us, but often encourages us. We all found it interesting that she distributed the cartoon "Money" and the copy-free stickers in class. She also urged us in this way. However, when we make serious mistakes, she will also severely criticize us.

She is actually very emotional. I still remember when we left for the graduation ceremony, she gave us another big hug, but this time she cried. She choked up when she gave us a graduation speech. On weekdays, she doesn't seem to hide her emotions and express them as innocently as a child, but this time she fought back her inner waves, perhaps because she didn't want us to be too sad.

This is my favorite teacher-Chen Chen, my primary school English teacher. She is pure, kind, warm and beautiful, like a clear spring slowly nourishing our young and frivolous hearts.

My favorite teacher is my fourth grade Chinese teacher. She has black curly hair, a pair of small eyes and a pair of thick glasses in front.

Today, the teacher announced a message to us with a big smile. The teacher will hold a composition class in a few days' summer vacation, and I hope the students will sign up enthusiastically.

Summer vacation is coming, this is our first day to go to class, and I went to the teacher's house first that day. It turns out that the teacher's home is not far from my factory. I went in first to calm down, and when everyone else arrived, the teacher walked into our "new friend"-classroom with a sweet smile. We talked and laughed, thinking of a happy paradise.

My grades there were getting better and better yesterday! In that quiet hut, our happy summer songs came from time to time, and even cicadas accompanied us irresistibly!

The teacher taught us a lot of common words in composition, and also used all kinds of interesting things in life to help us explain! We think it's really fun to study happily! During this precious time with the teacher, my composition ability has improved a little. The teacher always lets us experience the interesting things in life. Now let's write a composition!

We have been to the balcony of the teacher's house. A paradise with flowers has many words. The leisurely butterfly sister is controlling the dance, the hardworking ant brother is looking for the wrong one, and the naughty bug brother is biting the branches and leaves of this flower! We don't know what happened after we saw the paradise where the teacher spent flowers. This time my composition is particularly good!

There is also an ancient poetry contest! The teacher said to recite stories, and the students came to recite ancient poems this afternoon, fighting with confidence. Finally, fortunately, I won the fourth place.

This is the last farewell party, of course, the host teacher must have a wonderful program! There are breathtaking pipe clamps from upstairs to downstairs! When the teacher finishes the machine, I will be the first to start. On the second floor, my task is to reach the toys that fell in the air from the second floor. Of course, the toys are not hung very high. I quickly took the toy but was punished by a rolling stone (actually badminton). Fortunately, the regulations were beaten twice by the authorities before they were eliminated. I finished the teacher's task seriously, and the others passed the test smoothly.

This summer vacation composition class really improved me a lot. When we left, the teacher told us to pay attention to every interesting thing in life and be fresh about life, because yesterday came from our life! Pay attention to articles everywhere in life!

In my memory, I like many teachers, but my favorite is the head teacher who just entered the first grade of primary school-Mr. Sun, who taught us Chinese.

She is of medium height, short black hair and very energetic. I like to wear dark clothes and always dress appropriately. A pair of talking eyes sparkle with wisdom, and the most amazing thing is her mouth, which is like a treasure house of knowledge. It will tell us everything we want to know.

Teacher Sun's class is lively and interesting. I remember a Chinese class in senior one. As soon as Mr. Sun entered the classroom, he asked us if we could play the game of driving a train. We all said "yes", but I immediately looked at her with puzzled eyes and thought, how can I play kindergarten games in class? Just as I was thinking like this, Mr. Sun had written the new words to be learned that day on the blackboard, then turned around and said with a smile, "Today we learn these new words in a new way, which is called driving a train. A group of four people, the first one reads pinyin, the second one reads words, the third one composes music, and the fourth one reads all the sounds, words and characters. " After Mr. Sun finished speaking, we started the train happily, over and over again, and soon the students remembered the new words in the game. Until the bell rang, we were still immersed in a happy game.

Teacher Sun speaks Mandarin fluently, and her reading is also very distinctive. She often reads extracurricular books to us after our study tasks are completed. What impressed me most was that when she read "Little Pig Snoring" to us, her humorous tone showed us the cuteness and naivety of a little pig, which made us burst into laughter from time to time. And when she told us the adventures of Xiaobutou, she read with us with different characters, which made us feel like we were in that fairy tale world and felt Xiaobutou's courage, wit and cuteness. In this way, Mr. Sun made us feel the happiness of reading with vivid stories and brought us into a happy reading world.

Teacher Sun not only performs well in class, but also cares about each of our classmates. Whenever a classmate has a birthday, Mr. Sun will hold a birthday party in the class, sing a birthday song for the classmate and give him (her) the best wishes.

This is my favorite teacher, Miss Sun. Although she doesn't teach me now, the stories she told and every lesson she gave us are deeply left in my memory.

I like it best. A teacher wrote it in Grade Two. Fish can't live without water, birds can't live without trees, and our growth naturally depends on teachers. My favorite teacher is Miss Wu. She wears beautiful clothes, long hair and bright eyes. Teacher Wu has been teaching us Chinese since the fourth grade. She teaches us to read and write ... We are delicate flowers, teachers are gardeners and we are gardeners.

Cultivate growth; We are fish, teachers are seawater, and we swim freely in the vast sea.

I remember when I first started school, I paid great attention to class because I didn't want to leave a bad impression on the teacher in the first class. There was a ding. The cultural and recreational Committee members took the lead in singing, and the students sang happily. At this moment, Mr. Wu came in with a smile. She went to the podium and said kindly, "Students." "Hello, teacher." The students greeted the teacher in unison. Then, the teacher told us to close our eyes. We are all curious. It turned out that the teacher wanted us to listen to the text and imagine the landscape of Guilin. The teacher read Guilin Landscape with emotion: the water of Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing; The water in Lijiang River is very clear, and you can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river. The water in Lijiang River is really green, as if it were a flawless emerald ... Listening to the teacher's vivid reading, we are like visiting the water in Lijiang River with the author, a beautiful river and a beautiful world emerge in front of us. The teacher reads vividly, and we can enter another world as soon as we read the text. Teachers always compare hand painting with foot painting when giving lectures. When the classmate can't answer the question, she gives a hint.

And keep encouraging until you understand. Teacher Wu is always so persuasive and amiable.

Teacher Wu not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us to be human. I clearly remember that in the class of "Plum Blossom Soul", the teacher taught us a truth-to be a China person, no matter how many hardships you encounter under any circumstances, you must suffer.

Such bullying should be indomitable and not bow.

The teacher taught us how to summarize the meaning, that is, how to understand words and phrases, and also taught us to read Tang poetry and Song poetry. When we don't understand, the teacher explains it to us clearly. How responsible Mr. Wu is. Sometimes she tells us ancient stories, and everyone listens with relish. That story, like a big dinner, became us bit by bit.

Nutrition for healthy growth.

Teacher Wu-your heart is as pure as snowflakes; Your personality is as noble as a pine tree; Your youth is like fire.

Will burn forever! We will always respect you!

One of my favorite teachers is the so-called teacher, who teaches and dispels doubts. In my mind, teachers have supreme status. They are disseminators of knowledge, models of morality and incarnations of love. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves, but illuminating others ... My teacher's name is Lin Xiuyan, and she is such a good teacher. I love her as much as my mother, because she spent nearly six years in primary school with me, and she taught me the most basic truth of life-honesty.

In a math class, Teacher Lin took us to learn new knowledge. Later, the teacher asked us to do a quiz. I finished it confidently and thought I would get full marks. But after the teacher announced the answer, I was caught off guard and made two mistakes in five questions. Teacher Lin said to everyone, "Students with perfect scores stand up!" I saw that only a few poor students were wrong, and I, who has always been a good student in my class, made two mistakes this time. I stood up for fear of classmates' jokes. Unexpectedly, the teacher actually checked the scores himself. When the teacher saw my paper, he found that I was lying and said seriously, "Come to the office after class." After class, I came to the office with a nervous mood, waiting for the punishment I deserved. To my surprise, Miss Lin didn't criticize me, but calmly said to me, "Yu Wenhui, be honest. Can you tell the teacher why you lied? " Hearing this, I was ashamed and couldn't help crying. I faltered and said to Teacher Lin, "I ... I'm afraid my classmates will laugh at me, so I ..." Teacher Lin handed me a tissue and said, "Don't cry, who hasn't made a mistake? You're just a kid. Adults make mistakes sometimes, not to mention you. We are not afraid of making mistakes, but we are afraid of knowing our mistakes and not changing them. To be honest, you know, honesty is more important than life for a person. If a person is dishonest, he will be isolated by others. Honesty is the first step to success. Therefore, you can't lie any more. " Only after listening to the teacher did I know how ridiculous my behavior was. Although I changed my score, this behavior pushed me to a greater abyss.

So, I admitted my mistake to the teacher and the teacher forgave me. Although it was only a few short sentences, she made me understand the importance of honesty to a person. These words have been urging me and will benefit me for life. They are like a bright light in my life, illuminating my way forward. Thank you teacher!

My favorite teacher's composition 6 My favorite teacher mentioned Mr. Shu Lili, and everyone is already familiar with him. He is my head teacher and my favorite teacher, and I respect him very much. She is in her twenties, of medium build, with big eyes embedded in her round face. The thin mouth is closed, which doesn't look good. But in my heart, she is the embodiment of wisdom and the guiding light that guides me.

I remember that whenever school was over at noon, Mr. Shu always sent us to the side of the road and repeatedly told us to be careful when crossing the road. She kept looking at us until she could not see us. She always cares about us and takes care of us like her mother. It is her mother's love that allows her parents to work with peace of mind and let us spend every day safely. I remember when I was in the third grade, I was beaten by a classmate for no reason. The teacher learned about it and severely criticized the classmate. At that moment, I felt that Mr. Shu was like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and under her careful care, I could thrive. Teacher Shu is knowledgeable and has rich teaching experience. He is always so relaxed, lively, vivid and interesting in class. We especially like listening to her composition class. Her composition class is always so concise, vivid and fascinating, which doubles our interest.

We fell in love with composition unconsciously, and gradually understood the "trick" of writing. I remember once in a composition class, Mr. Shu asked us to write a review, and we were all deceived. I thought to myself, "I can't write a review. What should I do? " Teacher Shu kindly told us: "When writing thoughts, you should write what you have learned, or you can write your favorite characters, favorite stories or stories or characters that can impress you the most." After listening, we wrote a comment. Every article seems to lead you into a story, roaming in the ocean of stories and thinking freely.

Under the meticulous guidance of Mr. Shu, I learned to write, and I also published my own works in excellent primary school students! This is inseparable from teacher Shu's usual efforts! Teacher Shu's own youth is devoted to educating us how to be human and teaching us to learn knowledge. She is like a candle, burning herself silently and illuminating others; She is like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of our motherland. Do you remember?

One of my favorite teachers, Composition 7 of Grade Two, among many teachers I know now, I like her best-Miss Yang, who once taught us the course of labor. Because what she taught us was funny, and there was no need for "violence" at all.

Teacher Yang, with a pair of black beaded eyes, a small mouth and white skin, left a deep impression on all of us. However, all the students in our class remember her because she taught us that "labor" is funny and not fierce at all. When she meets a problem, she can find a way to solve it in time instead of getting angry.

That time, when you came, we were making a scene in the classroom and didn't see Miss Yang at all. Looking back on the scene at that time, it was really unbearable. Some students turned to talk to the students behind them, some students were playing cards with other students, some students were sitting in their seats politely, but he was eating there ... If that person were me, I would definitely lose my temper. She stood at the door for five minutes. Slowly, the students found the teacher at the door and sat motionless in their seats, because if Teacher Yang told our head teacher about it, everyone in our class would be involved. Even if you don't make any noise, it's hard to refute. Some students said to themselves, "It's over! Our whole class is finished! " But Miss Yang smiled at us and said to us in her sweet voice, "Good! I know, you didn't hear the bell, it started, you didn't know I was coming-it's not your fault. I will go to class first, and then, the rest of the time, I will let you move freely in your seats. All right! Let's start the class! " Teacher Yang's words let us all breathe a sigh of relief. We all listened carefully! The discipline in that class is very good. Almost a pen fell to the ground and everyone could hear it. The teacher also played a few small jokes in class, which made us laugh! After a class, the teacher really let us play by ourselves. She is reading on the platform, but she makes little noise when she moves freely. The second class, the class teacher's class, made everyone nervous. However, the teacher in charge of the class praised us and said, "I'm glad that your discipline in labor class is very good." The labor teacher praised you for being very disciplined! Besides, she also said that she likes coming to our class very much! "At this time, our whole class, once again a sigh of relief, it's very kind of Miss Yang. ...

This is our teacher Yang. I hope she can have a smooth career and be happy every day!

One of my favorite teachers, Grade Two Composition 8, people usually compare children to seedlings, small trees and small flowers. The teacher who works hard to cultivate these seedlings, small trees and small flowers is like a gardener, cultivating every seedling in the garden with love and sweat. I have met many teachers, but my favorite is Teacher Xi who teaches me math now.

We didn't get along for a long time, only a short month, but it was with this short month that she made me deeply infatuated with her class. She is not tall or short, about 1.6 meters, which is not noticeable. She always has a smile on her face, even in class, unless some naughty students don't finish their homework and don't talk in class. At this time, she will stare big eyes again, which is really scary.

She is meticulous about our study. She always waits for us in the classroom before the bell rings and even before some playful classmates come back. In class, she is used to reviewing the content of the last class first, and then introducing the new lesson. After finishing the new content, she wrote a few questions on the blackboard for us to think about, and then she would give an example. All this sounds so comfortable and natural that it's hard to be distracted.

What I admire most is the speed at which she corrects her homework. Although the browsing speed is very fast, she can always identify every wrong question accurately and quickly, and write down the reasons for the mistakes beside it.

It was she who turned mathematics, which had been bothering me, into my favorite subject in this way. I'm glad to meet such a good teacher. If teachers all over the world are like this, are there any students who can't teach well? There are still two years to get along with each other. I sincerely hope that in these two short years, we can cherish each other and create a new relationship between teachers and students. We are teachers and students in class and friends after class!

Teacher Xi, open the window quickly! Looking out of the window, peaches and plums are flourishing, the budding flowers and bones are competing to open, the seedlings that have just been drilled are thriving, and the seeds that have not germinated are also struggling!

One of my favorite teachers, Grade Two, wrote composition 9. As the saying goes, people can't judge by appearances, and the sea water can't be measured. Look at Miss Zhao, the master of literary talent in our class. Although he is nearly sixty years old, he is full of vigor and vitality. People nicknamed him "Zhao Lao".

Miss Zhao, not only in the class, but also in the school, that's impossible to say. And people are also very handsome, and their talents are handy.

Miss Zhao, whose height is 1 m 75, walks like a gentleman with such small steps and long legs. His tall and straight posture adds a bit of majesty. He has a kind face, and the "waves" on his face add a bit of vicissitudes. His speech was full of fun and laughter. He laughed, his mouth turned up, his teeth were slightly exposed, and he was very kind. Black frames and white lenses add to Mr. Zhao's elegant temperament. Teacher Zhao pushes his glasses up when reading, which is quite like a swimming coach.

Although Mr. Zhao is very kind, in his class, if there are "lawless elements" who make trouble at will, Mr. Zhao will gently push his glasses up, revealing sharp eyes and radiant arrows, so that those "lawless elements" have nowhere to hide and stand up with their faces flushed. Teacher Zhao's lectures are very good and always make us understand. His class makes us feel relaxed, happy and without any pressure.

Teacher Zhao is so talented that she can feed on flowers. Famous articles often appear in newspapers like snowflakes. Whenever we read his masterpiece, we will open our mouths to the extreme and our hands will not stop.

Teacher Zhao's passion is so high that no teenager can compare with him. Last gymnastics competition held in Linzhou, Teacher Zhao participated on behalf of our school. During the rehearsal, Mr. Zhao worked hard and made every movement perfect, which was well received by our teachers and students.

Teacher Zhao has a young heart, and we will always be infected by his passion. He is my favorite-Teacher Zhao Fuzhou.

My favorite teacher, 10 teacher, is an unknown red candle, burning herself and giving others. She is a hard-working gardener, pruning flowers and leaves for the motherland ... but my favorite teacher, Miss Chen, is a bright light shining brightly in my study and life!

The first time I saw Mr. Chen, it was midsummer and the hibiscus flowers outside the window were in full bloom. It seems that the flowers are also happy for the arrival of the new teacher. With a sweet "lesson", we followed Mr. Chen to the vast Chinese paradise.

Teacher Chen's class is lively and interesting, and her witty words can often enliven the classroom atmosphere. It's like taking us into another colorful world, spreading our wings in the universe of knowledge and swimming in the ocean of wisdom.

I remember once, when we were studying the Prairie by the famous writer Lao She, Mr. Chen asked us to close our eyes gently. She read the text with emotion, as if we really came to the picturesque grassland like a fairyland on earth.

Teacher Chen is also very strict. When we did well in the exam, she told us not to be proud of an excellent result. When our grades were not satisfactory, she told us that we must not take it lightly in the future and learn from this failure.

Teacher Chen's voice and smile left a deep imprint on my body and mind. I will never forget her pure teaching. She is like a spring rain, nourishing our hearts, and she is like a bell ringer, sounding the alarm all the time.

Ah! Dear teacher Chen, how many years have you been standing on the podium? We don't know how many students you sent away. But what we know is that your love for us has never changed. You are like Li Shangyin's poem: the silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and the candles are crying to dry the wick every night. You have dedicated your precious youth to us and worked hard for us. No words can express my love for you. Here, I want to say to you: "I wish you peaches and plums all over the world!" " "