My teacher's composition in Grade Two.

In normal study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. Still at a loss for composition? The following is 10 composition written by my second grade teacher. I'll sort it out for you. Everyone is welcome to learn from them, and I hope it will help you.

My teacher's composition 1 My teacher, she helped me when I was in trouble, helped me to the right path when I went wrong, and greeted me in various ways when I was sick.

My teacher is over 40 years old, but she is still very beautiful. She wears this long black dress, long hair and bright eyes, which seems to make people see through everything.

I remember once, I had a stomachache and a fever at school. I fainted because of a stomachache. At that time, it rained heavily. My father is in Guangzhou and my mother is in Chongqing. I couldn't go back. The teacher looked at my painful expression and immediately picked me up before I even went to class. He put on a raincoat and braved the downpour. He took me to the nearest hospital nearby. A few minutes later, the teacher went to the hospital to help me hang up the urgent number. I have to go to the first floor to get the medicine. At that time, the elevator broke down, so the teacher ran from the seventh floor to the first floor, and then came from the fourth floor to the seventh floor to give me an injection. After the nurse prepared the potion, she asked me to have an injection. Because my stomach hurts so much that I can't leave, the teacher immediately called the nurse to give me an injection. Two hours later, after the injection, the teacher carried me home. When I got home, the teacher helped me to bed.

The next day, I went to school and didn't see the teacher in class. Then I realized that the teacher took me to the hospital in the rain yesterday and I was sick myself. There seems to be a heat flow in my eyes, and tears immediately filled my eyes.

Although it is the first day of junior high school, I will never forget what my teacher did for me. I want to say: "teacher, you have worked hard, thank you!" " "

The teacher has paid too much for us, maybe you have forgotten it, maybe you didn't notice it, but if you recall it, it will definitely make you want to cry. Teacher, what a sacred name! Teachers dedicated their youth to us, were proud of us, laughed for us and cried for us. Teachers, please let us remember every teacher in our life.

My math teacher, Mr Qin, is a simple, meticulous and patient person. His hair is black and bright, and it is natural to do it. Broken hair from my forehead hangs down from time to time, blocking my view. He tossed his head smartly, leaving the strand of hair behind his head. He is tall and thin, with deep eyes and a short beard, but he is neat.

Most of the clothes Mr Qin wears are dark, and sometimes he wears a gray suit, or a dark shirt with a black leather coat, which looks very energetic. He always habitually puts his hand in his trouser pocket. In class, when we do problems, he puts his hands in his pockets and walks around the classroom to see how everyone does it. He came and went quietly, and those black leather shoes never made a sound. I found that when he walked, his heel always landed firmly, and then his foot slowly leaned against the ground, so that he could move freely. His voice is not loud, but it is very powerful. He is not conspicuous in the crowd at all, because his voice is gray and black, which has become a serious background, but his rigorous thinking and forceful words often make him stand out from the crowd.

What impressed me most was his meticulous attitude. No matter what he does, he always does it methodically and meticulously. For example, when he draws a plane rectangular coordinate system on the blackboard and draws the X axis and Y axis in the coordinate system, he writes the letters "X" and "Y" carefully. He wrote the last stroke of "X" slowly and forcefully, and at the end of Y, he took a small oblique bend, which left a deep impression on me. Although he is not an English teacher, his letters are neat and beautiful. So is "π". He wrote the first stroke of "π" like calligraphy, which was natural and unrestrained and amazing.

Teacher Qin's collar, skirt and cuffs are always neatly arranged, and there is never a wrinkle. When I changed my homework, I typed out every red tick at leisure. To my surprise, so many vacancies are dense and sparse that he can make the hooks not staggered and messy, and the overall distribution looks even. He is such a perfectionist! I think.

He is patient and considerate when giving lectures to his classmates. He tells me topics, and from time to time he asks, "Do you understand?" I nodded, and he continued. When he got to the point, he stopped and asked me, "What conclusion can you draw next?" I looked at geometry and found many conclusions, but I didn't know what to say. I faltered, hesitated and anxious. He further enlightened me: "You see, there are many conclusions. At this time, you should contact the topic and see what conclusions we need. " I glanced at the topic and immediately said the answer when my heart lit up. He smiled with satisfaction, leaned back in the chair, and ordered a little desktop with a pen in his hand. "This is done!" "I was surprised. I looked at the problem carefully and suddenly realized. So, this problem is solved.

This is my math teacher, Miss Qin. Whenever I have a problem and want to give up, I always see his image. I looked up at the teacher Qin on the podium, and my deep eyes seemed to be thinking tirelessly, which made me a little more courageous, so I gritted my teeth and buried my head and continued to struggle tirelessly with the problem.

The teacher's second grade composition 3 was bought for my mother a few years ago. The street is crowded with people and very lively. Suddenly, a hoarse "soprano" came and broke the silence: "Somebody, catch a thief!"

It turned out that someone was stealing in the street. At this moment, all eyes on the street were attracted to the past, but no one came forward to catch the thief, and even gave up a "bright road." There seems to be a tacit understanding that it's none of your business. I know myself. I'm just a middle school student. It's not safe to catch up. I'll help you when the situation is confirmed.

Just then, a figure "howled" and flew past at a rocket-like speed, and it passed in an instant. Although time passed quickly, I still vaguely saw the white-haired man. Who is he? Well done, he is the bravest! This question has always stayed in my mind. Later, I heard that the man didn't play much role, and even he was slightly injured. The story ends with the police successfully catching the thief. But that man is still a hero in my heart, and I admire his courage.

When I came back from school the next day, my uncle, who was nearly sixty years old next door, brought us fruits given to him by others, saying that he could not finish them all by himself. At this point, I feel that this figure is a bit familiar, and I can see that his right eye is bruised. Looking at his trembling figure and gray hair, I suddenly remembered that he was not the "brave" who caught the thief. I told him my doubts, and he waved his hand and said, "Oh, I didn't help, it's nothing!" " "I'm curious:" Then you hurt yourself. Don't you regret it? "I don't regret it. I can help a little, but the thief is too cunning ... "

I have higher respect for him in my heart. I think he is my teacher. He taught me the philosophy of life. It is also a kind of happiness and an ability to help others. He taught me another value of life, not only for myself, but also for society and others. These are also values. And have no regrets about the choices you make, which is also a kind of growth ability and quality. Of course, I also understand that it is more appropriate and effective to help yourself when it is safe and feasible, and we can't help blindly.

That "brave", you are my teacher, teach me the truth of capitalization. I just want to start from my daily life and be a helpful person.

Four people will meet many different people, have different things and enjoy different scenery in their life. In this long journey, you will inevitably encounter many setbacks and hardships, and there will be many noble people to help you and take you out of the predicament.

I lived with my mother since I was a child, and my mother supported all the expenses at home. My mother has to take care of not only the young children, but also the elderly grandmother. Since junior high school, teachers have taken good care of me, which can be said to be my second parents. I am a very introverted child, and I dare not raise my hand to answer questions in class. Don't dare to ask the teacher if you have any questions. Every time I summon up the courage to learn from the teacher, I will think of the teacher's sweeping abuse and disdain. However, to my surprise, the teacher not only didn't add harsh words to me, but also answered me gently and patiently, and I felt extremely warm.

Although we changed the head teacher several times, the teacher who took over from the third grade gave me great help and warmth. At home, I leave everything to my parents, while at school, my teacher often helps me solve things I don't understand. I am about to take the severe senior high school entrance examination. But my grades are not ideal, and I didn't meet my own requirements. My teacher will give me a lot of guidance in my study, and I will ask my teacher for advice if I don't understand. The teacher will explain it to me carefully and patiently every time until I fully understand it. The teacher will also find many exercises for me to do more exercises to improve my reading and vocabulary, and my grades have been greatly improved with the help of the teacher.

The teacher not only gave me a lot of help in my study, but also was warm to me in my life. We often chat together and send messages to wish each other a happy holiday. The teacher taught me a lot, taught me a lot of experience, and saved me a lot of detours.

A teacher is a beacon to guide you in the dark, a guide to guide you forward when you are confused, and an artifact to encourage you to cheer up when you are at a low ebb. The teacher has helped me a lot, making me feel that the world is so warm, and someone will sacrifice and pay for you regardless of the cost and return.

My teacher's composition 5 in the second day of junior high school. You have to ask: Which of your teachers is the fiercest? I will definitely answer you: "Our math teacher is the fiercest." Why? Here are a few short stories!

The new semester has just begun. When we know that our current math teacher gave us algebra lessons, we know that we will never have a good life again, because the fierceness of the math teacher is one of the "four fierceness" in the whole school. Sure enough, the next day, we felt that the math teacher arrived early in the morning. As soon as the bell rings, the teacher asks us to learn math, which is understandable. There are some naughty boys in the class, saying that the teacher is absent, which violates the classroom discipline, just because the teacher caught them. The teacher called these boys to the office with the monitor, not only wrote a review, but also got a beating, and several boys were too painful to sit down.

On another occasion, the math teacher asked questions on a whim, but the questions were actually not in this book. One boy was unlucky and was called up by the teacher. The teacher is angry. He punched and kicked the boy and his nose was bleeding. The teacher grabbed a piece of paper covered with chalk dust and said, "Wipe it clean!" " The boy obediently picked up the paper and got a chalk face. "What a pity!" We can't help thinking. "The math teacher is really embarrassed." We talked in private.

It is reported that the teacher will arrange two sheets of paper every day during the holiday. If we protest, we will arrange 10 sheets of paper. Sure enough, the teacher arranged two pieces of paper the next day. I heard that the teacher of Class 3 arranged two pieces of paper. They protested and added eight more.

I really hope that teachers can become better and turn themselves into good teachers in our minds.

My teacher, Mr. Kang, is now my junior middle school Chinese teacher. She is a female teacher in her thirties. In my eyes, she is a strict teacher, a helpful friend and my guide.

"Sitting together" is my deepest and most feared punishment. When I first entered junior high school, once, the teacher went out for a meeting, and several activists in the classroom felt that there was an opportunity and began to make mischief. At first I whispered, then you pushed me and I pushed you, and then I reached the climax. The whole classroom was filled with their laughter. The door slammed open and a female teacher rushed in angrily: "You, you, stand up for me!" The teacher's eyes at this time are as fierce as an eagle, as if to kill everything. These activists dare not raise their heads. I thought to myself, now you will feel better. "People around you stand up!" Everyone's eyes are wide open. "You people copy the ten poems at the end of the book ten times!" Every word is powerful, as if to tell us that her words are beyond doubt. "Why? I didn't speak again! " The students are whispering to each other. Perhaps the teacher saw our incomprehension and proudly explained the reason to us: "This is the Left-wing League, an ancient punishment system ..." What a Left-wing League! What a good teacher! There are 10 thousand people in my heart who refuse to accept it, but they still have to "serve their sentences". Then several similar incidents happened. The teacher threw us all over the floor, begging for mercy. No one dares to be arrogant in front of her anymore. Unexpectedly, this punishment method has been adjusted to dictation: as long as someone in the group is wrong, the whole group will follow suit! I can only sigh sadly: "teacher, give us a break!" " "

In fact, in retrospect, I feel that the teacher's punishment at that time was very severe, but it was of great benefit to us, which really made our group consciousness and class cohesion stronger.

Over time, I think the teacher is no longer so strict, but she is our friend.

After class, Mr. Kang talked and laughed with us, and the students shared their interesting or strange experiences with the teacher. At this time, the strict teacher in the past could not help laughing, his eyes were as gentle as the moon, and a row of white teeth were exposed. Now there seems to be a warm current flowing in his heart. I remember in a music class, the music teacher inadvertently talked about the songs sung by Mr. Kang. At this time, "Speak of the devil", and Mr. Kang just came in through the back door. We all looked at Mr. Kang. "Mr. Kang, sing a song!" A classmate shouted out, "Sing one! Sing a song! " We followed, and Mr. Kang's face turned red. Finally, under our eager expectation, Mr. Kang finally spoke: "It was not pleasing to the eye when I first saw you, but then we became so close …" That song was so soft and beautiful that my heart seemed to rise and fall with it. At the end of the song, people scattered, and I was still intoxicated with it. The classroom has been filled with applause.

"Teachers are engineers of the human soul" is good. Teacher Kang not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us the truth of being a man. When she first entered school, she taught us how to be grateful. Later, she used the time of self-study class to appreciate Bi Shumin's Remind Happiness with Us, which inspired us to enjoy life and cherish happiness. I still hear the voice of the teacher reciting this article in that class. ...

Every time I recall the dribs and drabs of Mr. He Kang, my mouth will rise. Teacher Kang, my good teacher, thank you!

As we all know, the second day of junior high school is a watershed, and one of the important reasons is the addition of a subject-physics. I am especially looking forward to it and our new teacher.

When the bell rang for the first physics class, I looked eagerly at the classroom door. With steady steps, the teacher finally walked into the classroom: a curly hair, a shawl with a medium head, and a pair of glasses shining with wisdom. Oh! This is our teacher Wu Xiaoxun!

On the first day of studying in Grade Two, I was honored to be elected as the representative of physics class. With this resounding title, I can't neglect it! Not long after, I found that Mr. Wu was a particularly approachable person.

Xu Zhenhao and I didn't go out for running exercise that day because of physical reasons. After the discussion, let's go to Mr. Wu's office and take the notebook! Pushing the door open gently, Mr. Wu is turning over extra-curricular books. The morning sun shone on her cheeks, so quiet! Looked up and saw us, put down the pen, closed the paper and asked softly, "delegates, what are you doing here?" Although the expression is serious, the tone is joking. I smiled and casually replied, "Come and have tea!" It was quiet all around, and I realized how abrupt I had said! Watching Mr. Wu's face sink gradually, I feel uneasy! Shit! Too much humor, only a few days after I met her, ruined her impression of me. As the representative of this class, I'm afraid I can't do it. After an awkward silence, Teacher Wu finally spoke: "Haha! Little thing, I'll pour you some water! " Looking up at his smiling eyes, like a spring breeze blowing through the heart, a warm current infiltrated me. She finally smiled and I smiled.

However, a joke is a joke after all, and Mr. Wu's class is unambiguous. Her calm and humorous words made everyone admire her. Her class is serious but lively, quiet and full of laughter. There is experimental exploration in physics class. In order to let us better understand sublimation, Mr. Wu borrowed dry ice and grouped us. Everyone did the experiment by himself. When dry ice meets water, a white gas gushes from the cup. The students exclaimed and cheered, and the smiling faces became more and more lovely against the white gas. This is the most vivid lesson I have ever experienced. The whole classroom is full of laughter. ...

After class, Mr. Wu took out the thermos bottle brought from home for the next class and asked me to get some dry ice from the canteen. But who knows, in the process of going down the stairs, dry ice exploded without knowing what chemical reaction happened! White fog filled the whole corridor, and the inner container of the thermos bottle was blown to pieces and scattered all over the floor. Seeing this, Mr. Wu hurried downstairs and repeatedly asked me if I was injured. After answering Mr. Wu's concern, I said guiltily, "Mr. Wu, your bottle?" Teacher Wu casually waved his hand and said with a smile, "Even a chemical experiment is worthwhile! You must not forget this principle in the future! " I looked at Mr. Wu's smiling face, and I was moved?

Thought of here, I can't help but feel another kind of emotion, that smiling and amiable you, that careful and meticulous you, that humorous and lovely you emerge in front of me? I believe that under your gaze, I will become better!

My second grade teacher's composition 8 looks like a ridge and a mountain peak.

Height, height and thinness are different.

Don't bother the teacher with strict requirements.

Just because I am in this class.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Who is the teacher in the poem above? Hehe, they are our teachers in Class 7.5.

You see, that short female teacher is my head teacher and Chinese teacher, and everyone respects her. She is about thirty years old, with reddish-brown curly hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a kind smile. Nickname: "black test paper"; Reason: She graded the papers carefully, even if she made a little mistake, she would never be spared. Alas! No way, we have to recite poems and paragraphs that are difficult to remember, carefully distinguish the sound, form and meaning of words, and patiently ponder the structure of the text and the connotation of the work. ...

Oh, it's my math teacher (and deputy director) walking in front of me. Although he is a little fat, he is full of energy. Every day, he proudly carries his unique weapons-wooden triangles and compasses, and gives us vivid explanations of geometric problems. ...

Everyone likes math class very much, because the humorous talk of the math teacher often makes everyone laugh from ear to ear. But don't think he is a good-natured person. If someone annoys him, hey hey! You'll feel better. As the saying goes, the math teacher turned around and scared two cows by the river! Think about it, who dares to provoke? But alas! How to manage students and be a good deputy director if they are not strict?

The one with a ponytail is my English teacher. She is young and beautiful, with a pair of sweet dimples on her face when she smiles. Secretly, everyone affectionately called her "Old Maruko". She can't breathe. She often says, "I can recite all the words, so I don't have to write tonight!" " ""yes! ! ! "The classroom is full of joy." But-yes-""hmm? ""I can't dictate tomorrow, so I'll write it three times! ！” "Ah?" We cried and begged at once: "You are old-do me a favor, twice, twice?" She pull a face, "bargaining? Then five times! "alas! Stubborn! Stubborn!

How time flies for the composition of the second grade teacher! Unconsciously, we have been in middle school for two months. For the new students, the new teacher also has a general understanding, but my favorite is our Chinese teacher, so I will introduce you to a humorous, knowledgeable and thoughtful teacher! (at the beginning, lead to the following. )

My Chinese teacher, surnamed Cao, is a male teacher. He is about thirty years old, of medium build and well-proportioned. He always likes to wear a black casual trench coat, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of shiny black casual shoes that are polished all day. A shiny black hair, a few strands of curly hair, a broad forehead, and a few fine lines in the corner of my eyes when I smile, (shh! I guess people who like to laugh are prone to fine lines. There are a pair of bright eyes under thick black eyebrows, a pair of black-rimmed myopia glasses on a straight nose, and a glib mouth. The teacher's biggest hobby is playing basketball, and he plays it very well! Portrait description and transition leave a deep impression on readers and are worth learning! )

Our teacher Cao is usually humorous. (The central sentence makes the paragraph format clear and worth learning! ) Once after class, his classmates asked him, "Teacher, how tall is it? How old are you this year? " The teacher smiled and said to him, "Can you tell others your height and age?" This is a man's secret. Remember to ask such a question next time. Don't forget to buy me candy first, and then I'll tell you! "

Teacher Cao's way of dealing with problems is different from that of other teachers. (The central sentence is the same as above. ) In a class, the teacher was talking about writing skills, telling us to write static things, live things, and be energetic. At this time, my class Chen slipped the number, and the result was discovered by Teacher Cao, and the teacher did not directly criticize it. He just gave us an example: "if Chen in our class writes a composition, if we can put a static one, then he looks at him with a smile." Secretly looked up at Mr. Chen, who seemed to understand the teacher's intention, so he immediately nodded and sat down, never sneaking around again.

Teacher Cao is also very knowledgeable. (The central sentence is the same as above. ) Not only do you often tell us knowledge outside books in class, but you also often tell us knowledge about geography and history after class! But recently, it was discovered that Mr. Cao has a skill that other male teachers don't have, that is, sewing! Just a few days ago, our class was selected for the physical education class Assessment Class. The school requires every student in the class to have a number and sew the number on the chest of the clothes. The head teacher asked us to take the needle and thread one day in advance, so we brought it to school because we couldn't go home to sew on the day of the issuance. During the break, the students began to sew. Don't mention it, we don't even have a needle and thread at home. I don't know where to start. Some skilled people have started sewing, but some people are tied behind their hands and some people sew clothes on tablecloths. Detail description makes the article vivid and worth learning. ) At this time, Teacher Cao came to our class and saw that we were all thumbs. He started sewing clothes for us without saying anything. Watching his skilled needle and thread constantly cross between clothes and numbers, classmates, you look at me and I look at you, and I admire him in my heart. I didn't expect Mr. Cao to sew! Look at the place where he finished sewing, it's all a straight line, and the stitches are all the same size, no less than my grandmother's needlework! (The structure of the article is concise and detailed. This passage is rich in life and human feelings, and it is worth learning! You can omit the second paragraph in the exam, the article directly constitutes a slightly fine structure, and the transition of portrait description can also be condensed, understand? )

I am proud of having such a good teacher. Do you like such a teacher? At the end of the rhetorical question, it is thought-provoking and worth learning! )

My teacher's composition 10 left unconsciously in the second grade. It left us too many wonderful memories. Strolling through it makes people linger. The wind has passed without a trace, but memories are everywhere. But what impressed me was my diligent teacher.

When I entered the classroom early in the morning, the first thing I saw was not my classmates, but the English teacher who was already sitting on the podium correcting homework. He has been working hard so that we can get good grades, go to a good high school and fight for breath. In class, he focused on making every knowledge point clear. We often see him dancing for us only when he says he has forgotten himself. He keeps talking. Whenever he sees a classmate absent-minded or not listening carefully, he will suddenly raise his voice to warn that classmate. Sometimes when the class is dead, he will suddenly tell jokes to enliven the atmosphere. Students are also involved. After class, he is our friend. He plays basketball with us and often gives us lectures in his spare time. This is my diligent English teacher.

After each Chinese class, students will go through the customs around the Chinese teacher, who will accept it with a smile. Sometimes students don't eat and let her pass, and she is willing to sacrifice her meal time to pass for him. No one will be distracted in her class, because she speaks vividly, and a perfect picture emerges in front of me, which makes us immersive. That is my hard-working Chinese teacher.

The math teacher followed closely. She often takes the initiative to chat with some classmates and help them solve problems that they can't solve.

I met the hardest-working teacher at the most beautiful age. I hope to work hard with my teacher in the last year of grade three, and live a perfect life in grade three with no regrets.