My story with Teacher ***

『一』 The true love story between my teacher and I

『Two』 Big ***’s story needs to be cruel

Once upon a time there was a man whose surname was called Big Fart. Big *** How big is it? So big that all the organs grow on the ***, so *** is the head, and the head is also ***

*** is the body, and the body is also ***. What about the legs, you ask? He has no legs and only relies on two *** to walk. So very big

『三』 The story of my female teacher and me

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Content preview: The love story between me and my female teacher Author: Yexu Asking for leave~~~~ Update time 2012-6-6 20:08:58 Word count: 42 Recently quite I'm busy, so I don't have time to type and update. Sorry, I will update it when I have some free time! ! ! ! Chapter 1 Maybe I fell in love with the female teacher. Updated on 2012-5-7 19:06:18 Word count: 3847 Looking back five hundred years ago, I only passed by in this life. So how many good deeds did I do in my previous life to allow me to meet you on such a beautiful and glorious day. ########################I submitted my exchange student application and walked out of the building where the school’s Academic Affairs Office is filled with excitement. Just when I was about to express my feelings at this moment, a pleasant mobile phone number rang: "Suicide. Is. Painless, It. Brings. On. Many. Changes..." Just as I was wondering, it was not time for dinner at this time. , those two animals shouldn’t call me, then who is looking for me? I took my phone out of my trouser pocket and saw that the screen was black and no one was calling. And a cold female voice came from behind: "Hello. Hello."..."I am."..."Teacher Liu, are you okay?" I was curious who was so destined to use the same song as my mobile phone** *, turned around and saw that the woman was slender, half a head shorter than me, and her height should be about 1.7 meters. Wearing a pair of high heels adds another three to four centimeters for nothing. Since she was leaning sideways to answer the phone, only half of her expressionless face could be seen, and she spoke on the phone with a straight look, which made people feel extremely cold. Looking at it from the side, it feels cold. Then the person facing her must feel how cold it is. It should have the illusion of being in the North Pole. Just when I was thinking about it, another song appeared: "suicide. is. painless, it, brings. on. many. chang...

"四" The story of my teacher and me

On April 2, 201 years ago, a great fairy tale writer was born, he was Andersen. Later, this day was designated by the United Nations as World Children's Book Day. In September this year, the International Children's Book Alliance (IBBY) first The 30th World Congress will be held in Beijing for the first time, and the reading situation of Chinese children will become the focus of the world.

What are our children reading today? What impact do these books have on them? ? These are thought-provoking

Animation books are the most popular

A recent reading survey among primary school students in Shanghai showed that in all types of reading, it is suitable for children. Among the books, animation books are the most popular, and boys are the main readers of animation. It is the common nature of children to seek happiness. In 2005, the Anhui Provincial Library analyzed the borrowing records of children aged 6 to 14 and found that. The top three books on the borrowing list are all comic books.

Excellent animation works are beneficial to children’s intellectual development. However, if children are too immersed in animation, will they lack in the growth of their thinking? What to order? Wang Yifang, president of Children’s Publishing House, pointed out: “Images are the way humans express their initial thoughts. As children grow older, if they do not actively transition from image reading to abstract text reading, it will be difficult for the child's thinking and heart to enter a higher realm. Obsessed with animation, it is impossible to complete the knowledge accumulation and character development when children transition to teenagers.

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The child's language cannot be understood

Not long ago, a mother in Changchun complained to the media that she could not understand what her 12-year-old son said. "I asked my son when he was eating at home. ? The son replied: "I like KPM, Jiang Zi, and I will go out to Missi with my classmates later." "I asked him to memorize English, and he said without raising his head: 'Bi Lu, I'll take a look at a baked chicken, it's 8147 million." ’ My eyes widened and I couldn’t understand. "Here "porridge" means "like", "baked chicken" means English homepage (personal homepage), and "8147" means "don't be angry." The mother didn't understand, and the son laughed at his mother for being too old-fashioned.

< p> For this reason, educators and parents are deeply worried. If this kind of reading becomes popular among children, it will make it difficult for children to express themselves accurately.

I don’t know that reading is interesting.

Children's literature writer Qin Wenjun experienced a very impressive speech. "After the speech, I left the school. A child actually chased me all the way on a bicycle. When he saw me, he burst into tears. The child cried and said, "Teacher Qin, I am already in high school, but no one has told me that reading is so interesting since I was a child." The teacher keeps saying: You are not allowed to read extracurricular books, they are useless leisure books, you must read books that can improve your grades. ”

A reading survey showed that 30% of students who answered “books that parents have recently recommended or forced to read” filled in teaching guidance books and composition reference books.

Children’s Literature Not a puppy or a kitten

Recently, reporters found that many children in the third and fourth grade of primary school are reading a series of books called "Naughty Boy Ma Xiaotiao". The book tells the story of a naughty boy, Ma Xiaotiao. Some children can know the characters in the book very well, and some even sighed like this: "It would be great if there was a life like that in the book in reality!" "

Author Yang Hongying believes, "Why do children like "The Naughty Little Horse Tiao" so much? Because it is in line with children's psychology, it can immediately attract children into a reading state from the beginning. And the story itself allows children to gain insights through knowledge and happiness, rather than boring preaching. "

Qin Wenjun pointed out, "Children's literature is not about puppies and kittens, it is not entertainment, and it ends after the laughter. Behind the seemingly simple stories, there is the support of thought and rationality, which is the soul of children's literature. The highest realm of children's literature is to touch people. It is like a candle, illuminating a child's heart. At present, compared with the world's classic children's literature, my country's original children's literature still lacks something like soul. " ("Liberation Daily" 3.31)

A teacher's words will affect a child's life.

When I was in elementary school, I had relatively little homework. With my smart mind, in the class It's not a problem to get the best score in the exam. After entering junior high school, I inherited the fine tradition of playing and not doing homework. I also knew that English was important, but I couldn't control myself. I went crazy outside after class and got a score of 56 in my first English unit test. I thought it was bad. I had to study hard. This was not possible. I had never dropped 90 points in my homework before! Later, my score gradually improved to 80 or 90 points! . But sometimes I often failed to complete the homework assigned by the teacher.

After I entered the second grade of junior high school, I changed to another English teacher. What I remember about her was that she was able to scold me once in class. The teacher asked me to take dictation on the blackboard. I just browsed through the words a few times and did not memorize them in depth. What I wrote only looked similar, but she asked me to go back to my seat. He stood up and said, "You are not even as good as my son XXX!" "Her son had just learned to speak at that time, and she had just come to work after taking maternity leave. After hearing this, my self-esteem was greatly hurt. I thought, I am a teenager who has just learned how to speak. As a talking kid, I must memorize these words! So I stood there (it’s not that we didn’t want to sit down, the teacher wouldn’t let me) and wrote those words on the desk with a pen, and the teacher commented on the words we dictated on the podium. , I didn’t listen at all, because I was very angry, my hands were just scratching nervously, and I still couldn’t memorize the words. Maybe the teacher was also very angry when he saw my bad behavior, and rushed towards me from the podium in three steps. Next to me, he snatched the ballpoint pen from my hand and threw it into the corridor outside the classroom door. He also threw the hat I was wearing on the ground.

This was the greatest courtesy I received as a student, and it remains in my heart to this day.

Since then, I have been disgusted with English classes because I don’t want to take English classes and I am afraid of taking English classes. When I met that English teacher, I always lowered my head to my chest. I didn’t dare to look her in the eyes during class, and I was even more afraid of asking me to get up to answer questions. I would take a detour when I met her while walking on campus. Naturally, my English scores were getting worse and worse, and my family was also very worried. I asked many relatives who were admitted to college to give me tutoring, but as soon as I learned English, my mind would go blank and I couldn't listen to anything. When I took the high school entrance examination, I only scored 61 points in English.

Due to work, I often deal with my English teacher now. Every time we meet, even if we meet several times a day, I feel like Yang Shuo when he saw the bee that stung him. I felt lumpy and uncomfortable, and I didn't have the courage to say hello to her. Sometimes I happily joke with the teachers, but as soon as she comes, I will remain silent. I don’t know if she still remembers what happened between us, and I also try to act as if nothing happened. , but I can’t do it. There is always a plot in my heart that cannot be erased.

There is a metaphor that says that we should care for the young hearts of children like we care for the dew on shy roses

A good teacher in my eyes

< p> People say that teachers are engineers of the human soul. I once saw a famous saying by Grandpa ***: The key to whether a school can cultivate qualified talents for socialist construction and cultivate educated workers with comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor, and socialist consciousness lies in teachers. Yes, teacher, what a sacred profession; teacher, what a great profession. In my heart, there was a teacher that I will never forget—Teacher Wang.

Although Teacher Wang has only taught me for two years, his warnings and smiles seem to echo in my ears. I still remember that Teacher Wang often told us jokes in class to make us relax; I still remember that Teacher Wang did experiments in class in order to let us understand the text better; I still remember that Teacher Wang was serious about right and wrong The classmates reasoned. In the past, I always thought that Chinese required writing and reading and analysis. I didn’t like Chinese. But since I met Teacher Wang, I gradually realized that Chinese is not as difficult as I thought, and I began to like Chinese. All of this makes me unforgettable. But there is one thing that I still remember vividly. That time, I failed in the math test. The math teacher not only criticized me in class, but also called me to the office to give me a lecture after class. This was another serious blow to my "injured" mind. I couldn't listen to any of the following classes. Teacher Wang saw all this. He called me to the office, asked me to sit down, and asked me what happened. I told him everything. Teacher Wang, he smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said: "It is normal to make a mistake. Teacher Wang did worse than you many times when he was a child. Remember: failure is the mother of success. This If you don’t do well in the first exam, as long as you don’t make the same mistake again in the next exam, the teacher believes that you can do it.” These words brought tears to my eyes. I secretly kept all these words in my mind for the next exam. , I am very serious and careful. Finally, my hard work paid off, and I achieved first place in the class, all thanks to Teacher Wang.

A good teacher in my heart, a good friend in my eyes, Teacher Wang, I will never forget you!

Sitting in the dim light, drinking tea with a few friends. I don’t know who it was, but they talked about the most touching words that they had ever encountered.

Chen said that when he was a child, his home was far away from the school. He got up very early every day and rushed to school. Sometimes, if you oversleep, you will often be late. The head teacher has a rule that anyone who is late must stand outside the classroom until the morning self-study is over. When he was in fourth grade, he changed his class teacher. He thought that he should leave a good impression on the new class teacher.

But it happened to rain heavily that day, and when he rushed to school, he was late again. The head teacher said: "It's still the same old rules, but we only stand for 10 minutes." He stood outside the classroom aggrievedly. The head teacher said, "Why are you late?" He then told us about the situation of the road being flooded. The head teacher touched his head and said apologetically: "Come into the classroom quickly. The teacher made the mistake of blaming you." From then on, this three-year penalty standing rule was cancelled.

Lin took up Chen’s topic and said that the person who left a memory for him was also a teacher. He is afraid of writing compositions. He gets worried when the teacher assigns homework. Once, the teacher assigned a composition "Happy Holiday", but he couldn't write it anyway. So he found a composition book and copied an article in it. After the essay was handed in, the teacher didn't notice it and gave it a very high score. When the teacher read this composition in front of the classmates, a classmate in the class suddenly stood up and said, "This composition was copied from the composition book." The teacher stayed there, and he was blushing. The teacher said: "Yes, Mr. Lin has already explained in the composition that copying a composition is also a kind of learning." After saying that, the teacher looked at him meaningfully.

After listening to Lin’s story, everyone sighed: "This is such a good teacher."

I also told a story about the teacher. Finally it was Chiang's turn, and Chiang kept smoking. I said to Jiang: "Tell me, which sentence is the most touching in your life."

Jiang said: "Since everyone talks about teachers, let me also say something about teachers." 3 years Recently, a classmate suddenly told me that Teacher Wang, who taught me in junior high school, was hospitalized with cancer. Because I was busy with work, I never had time to visit him. One day in late autumn, I received a call from a classmate saying that Teacher Wang asked me to go there no matter what. I don’t know why Teacher Wang asked me to go, because I don’t have much contact with Teacher Wang. I arrived at the hospital and said my name. Teacher Wang's eyes could no longer see people due to the spread of cancer cells. He struggled to hold my hand and said in a weak voice: "Jiang, I'm so sorry. The teacher wrongly blamed you back then. You didn't get that football..." I just stood there, unable to think about anything. I remember this happened back then.

After Teacher Wang died and was buried, I chatted with a classmate. The classmate said: "Twenty years ago, there was a person with the same name as you in the second class. After listening to it, I suddenly realized. Later I tried to find that person. He was a father of two children and worked in a gravel factory. After listening to Teacher Wang’s last words, the man said: “Teacher Wang, why do you still remember what happened back then? I have forgotten it! "As he spoke, the man started crying.

After Jiang finished speaking, he put out the cigarette butt and said, "I cried that day too. "

"Wu" Composition "The Story of My Teacher and Me" (400)

The Story of My Teacher and Me

My Chinese teacher, his surname is Liang, He is a bit tall, but he is very smart. He is serious in class and never cares.

He is rich in knowledge and has won many composition awards.

Teacher Liang, in the In class, each text will talk about a lot of relevant knowledge points about this text. For example, in Lesson 5 of "Children's Fun", the teacher told us that this text tells us that the author expresses his hatred of mosquitoes, and then the toad said it. The two mosquitoes were swallowed at the same time. Then came the second lesson of "Take One Step, One Step Again". The teacher told us that everyone encounters setbacks sometimes, but we must not be dissatisfied with ourselves because of temporary setbacks. Ability creates doubt, which in turn creates a kind of pressure. I want to say: When you encounter difficulties, please remember this sentence - there are no permanent difficulties, and there are no difficulties that cannot be solved, it is just the length of time to solve them. Compared with life, it is just a kind of paint, a kind of paint that adds color to life. When you encounter difficulties, don't avoid problems or use wine to relieve your sorrows. There is a saying: "Use wine to relieve your sorrows." Worse than ever! "As long as you have confidence in yourself, no difficulty will be able to trouble you.

Teacher, thank you! Like a candle, you burn yourself and illuminate others; like a spring silkworm, you You have dedicated yourself and decorated others; you are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and leaving behind knowledge; you are more like a navigation light, guiding us to move forward in the ocean of knowledge...

I want to thank you Teacher Liang, Teacher Liang taught us a lot of knowledge, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Liang!

"Lu" Please tell me a big *** story

The network is wrong

『七』 The story of me and my teacher

Me and my teacher

The spring breeze once again swept through the withered yellow leaves, covering the earth with a green quilt .

Time passes by unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, I have grown from an ignorant child to a graduate who is about to take the graduation exam. The childish scene when I first entered the campus seems to still exist on the previous page of my memory. I am quietly sprouting and growing. Six years of time passed by like a fleeting moment. Today, I am no longer naive and no longer confused. The person who opened this door of light for me was my class teacher, Teacher Jia Qiujing.

She played a vital role in my growth. There was one thing that I will never forget.

I remember it was the second half of the third grade. At that time, I had just become the captain of the team. It was inevitable that I would be a little arrogant. In addition, I was eager to achieve some results, so I unknowingly Zhong put down his studies. Dedicate yourself to the work in the class. At that time, my grades fell to the "trough". Although it was still over 90 points, it was inferior to before. At that time, Teacher Jia did not criticize me, but simply said to me: "As a student, your main task is to study. Group work is certainly important, but I hope you can do both, and I believe you can do it." A few heartfelt words suddenly broke through the most fragile defense line of my soul. Tears filled my eyes, but I held back. It turns out I succeeded! My grades have never been in the top five since the fourth grade; I also got an excellent score of 100 points in this midterm math exam. And the person who silently supports and encourages me behind the scenes is the hard-working gardener - my head teacher.

Now, Teacher Jia is like my friend. She often asks me about some shortcomings in my family. No matter how strict she is in class, at least she is always kind to me after class. Maybe she was like this to every one of her students, but she touched me with her care and made me have a special emotion for her.

Like the spring breeze blowing across the earth, like a warm stove in winter. This kind of sincere care is not as broad as mother's love or as grand as father's love, but it is enough to heal the wounds in your soul. She is the most ordinary teacher. She does not have "peaches and plums all over the world", but she makes us sincerely respect her, praise her and admire her. The most beautiful "teacher-student friendship" is formed with the intersection of eyes.

I am willing to use my most immature writing style to present my humble work to compose my highest respect for you!

『8』The story of me and my teacher, 800 words

Teacher, I want to tell you

I will never forget who taught me how to think; I won’t forget We will forget who guided the way in confusion; we will not forget who made the world filled with love and the sound of books; we will not forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work.

Some people say: You are a spring silkworm, you will not be able to spit out the endless silk of love until you die! Some people say: You are a candle, shed your last drop of tears to light up the dark night sky; others say: You are the morning dew, always before dawn, silently nourishing all things on the earth; still others say: You are the sunset, like the sun After returning, burn the sky with the last ray of light. Teacher! But you yourself said: What I desire most is to pave the way, and the happiest thing is to burn; I am just a wisp of flying smoke in the blue sky, not admiring luxury, beauty lies in nature; I am just the old stepstone on the journey, the one in the darkness. A distant cold star; I am just, I am just a drop of water in the surging river, coming quietly and going calmly. Dear teacher! You drew a rainbow on the blackboard, but erased the utilitarianism; on the podium, you lifted up others, but dedicated yourself; it was the years that made your face grow old, and the chalk that dyed your temples white; you let go of many things. Hope, but you are still the one guarding the nest! Dear teacher, I want to say to you: You are the greeter of the Morning Star and the companion of the Big Dipper; you are the cultivator of three-foot land and the driver of three-inch tools; you are the disseminator of human culture and the leader of the progress of the world. Promoter; you are the designer of human souls and the changer of social change. You are the spring breeze, blowing the mountains green, you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner; you are the lighthouse, guiding the boat of confusion to sail the ocean of knowledge, you are the red candle, spreading light and heat to the world without hesitation ; You dyed the wintersweet branches red with your charcoal mood, burned yourself, and gave me the yearning for spring, a green leaf of hope; you turned the iceberg made of books into snowflakes, and gave me your gray hair. A pure dream, a pair of strong wings in the cold wind; you came from the ocean of knowledge, holding a handful of sweet springs in your hands, and shed sweat all the way, nourishing your thirsty heart and a diligent desire.

When the wax torch turns to ashes, you will be immortal; when the silkworms are spun out, you will be eternal! Looking back, I will string together the steps of Spring and Autumn, and my life will continue to move forward in your expectant eyes...

Teacher, I want to say to you...

Two years ago, when you first came to our class, I was a little surprised. You are so young, how can you succeed Teacher Wang, who has more teaching experience than you? ? Can you allow us to learn knowledge well and improve our grades in the two more important years of primary school? At that time, I was not the only one who thought so, everyone in the class also thought so. We all walked into the fourth grade classroom with you with such a question mark.

When you gave us the first Chinese class, the words "Hello, classmates" and the 90-degree bow were deeply imprinted in our minds. From that moment on, we have had a crush on you. Feeling good. The "Hello Teacher" we replied with our expectations and respect for you. Perhaps it was your humorous and funny class that made us fall in love with you deeply, and fall in love with one of our great friends, our Chinese teacher.

After you came to our class, you not only asked us to learn the knowledge in the textbook well, but also often sacrificed your own time to let us understand the composition more deeply and practice writing. I corrected it carefully and responsibly, and also wrote different comments for each of us. It is because of these comments that we understand the flaws in our compositions and correct them more quickly. This is where our skills for improving our compositions lie. .

Your hard work on us has finally paid off. We won second place in a school-wide essay competition. Today, our class is famous for its good compositions throughout the school. All this is brought about by your efforts. You have lived up to our expectations. During the days when you taught us, our Chinese scores have gradually improved, and our composition level is also higher than that of our peers. We all feel proud to have you like us. Proud teacher.

In the past two years, you have been like a big tree, and we are the grass under your tree. You have always opened your arms to protect us, and at the same time you have imparted a wealth of knowledge to us. We, let us thrive. With your company, we have grown up and become the big brothers and sisters in the school. We are about to leave this place where we have lived and studied for six years and step into Another new school, new learning, new life...

Before leaving this school, I want to say "Hello Teacher" to you again to enhance the friendship between teachers and students. It will always be the same as it was at the beginning, and it will always remain in our hearts.

"Hello, teacher..."

"Nine" A story between my teacher and me

A story between me and Teacher He

What is the most sacred duty? Is it a doctor? A scientist? Or a star... I wonder if you have heard of such a story: Once upon a time, there was a king who specially made a highest medal to be awarded to the person who made the greatest contribution. After the news spread, his ministers, generals, and famous domestic scientists, writers, and actors all hoped to receive this award. But the king gave it to a primary school teacher. Because whether they are scientists, doctors, or kings, they have all been educated by teachers. Drink water and think of the source, don’t forget your roots! I think you must have found the answer like me now.

Some people say that when a person leaves, everything about him disappears as he goes away. Is this true? Although she has been separated from us for three years, the days when I laughed and cried with her before seem to be right in front of me, so clear. Because she always asks for less from students and gives more.

She is my elementary school teacher - Teacher He. She is of medium build, slightly thin, with free and short hair, and a few wrinkles have quietly crawled onto her face. She dresses simply and always likes to wear that blue plaid coat, but she is still neat and elegant. I saw the word simplicity in her.

Some people say that the teacher is like a gardener; others say that the teacher is like a candle; but I think she is more like a piece of chalk. She shortened her body and paved the road to knowledge for us. She is always working silently on the blackboard, sowing the seeds of knowledge for us.

I remember that was my first composition class in grade 2, because I had never been to preschool and didn’t even know what composition was.

After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is composed of beautiful sentences into paragraphs. This is easy to say, but not so easy to do. I usually can't even form a sentence, and they asked me to write it into a paragraph. For me, this is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky. I lay on the desk dejectedly and couldn't help but shed tears. "Ah! It's so similar!" "Yes, it's so beautiful!" Suddenly, I was awakened by the voices of my classmates. I looked up and saw, ah! The teacher drew a big rooster on the blackboard, which was lifelike and very beautiful. The teacher said: "Students, who can describe what this big rooster looks like?" All the classmates raised their hands very enthusiastically. Because I was very timid and didn't dare to speak, I couldn't help but shrink up. "Cao Qin, tell me!" the teacher pointed at me and said. I stood up embarrassedly and kept fiddling with the corners of my clothes with my hands. It took me a long time to think of a few sentences and hesitantly said them out. Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, the teacher led the whole class to applaud me and said that what I said was very good. After that, the teacher wrote the words "My Big Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this was the title of today's composition. As soon as I got the composition text, I started writing it. I don’t know why. Beautiful sentences popped out of my mind one by one, and the blue pen words jumped onto the graph paper one by one. After training in this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. Teacher He’s good intentions will always be remembered in my heart!

In fact, there are many good teachers like her who work hard for their students, day after day, year after year. I don’t know how much sweat they have shed for us and how many wrinkles we have added, until there is snow on the temples. With their meager wages, they let the students step onto the podium on their shoulders, but without any regrets. They performed extraordinary deeds in ordinary positions.

The birds want to sing the spring breeze, the flowers want to sing the sun, and I want to sing the praises of the glorious People’s Religion