Xu teacher's composition is a strict requirement of 300 words.

Teacher, the classes you teach are really colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and show me a new world.

Teacher, whenever I think of you, I can't help but feel ups and downs, and the gate of memory can't help but open. It's like a movie, playing in my mind.

She is as strict with us as her mother, loves us and is amiable. She has long hair and watery eyes. Although she is over 40 years old, she is still so beautiful in my heart.

She came to teach us when I was in the eighth grade. When I first met her, I thought she was very strict. Sure enough, the first time I wrote a weekly diary, I copied it because the words were too ugly and the content was too little. My classmates and I were called outside by her and stood aside. Her face is full of anger and she wants to eat us all at once. I was afraid that she would be cruel for the first time (telling her parents). As a result, I thought too much She said at that time: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. No one can steal your good handwriting! " Then he gently tugged at my ear. "Do you remember what I said? If there is a next time, you know the consequences. " I just whispered "hmm" and pulled another person's ear after answering. Then she said loudly, "You must rewrite it for me before self-study on Tuesday night. If you fail, continue to rewrite! " ! I am right to be strict. I am responsible for you. A great teacher makes a great apprentice! "

When I got back to my seat, I was thinking about what the teacher said. I think it's reasonable. When I was in elementary school, my teacher said something about me, but when I was in junior high school, I was still told by my teacher. I decided to write my words well. I have already handed in the "Military Order". Everything comes to him who waits. The teacher gave me an A in my weekly diary. Although I didn't get an A+, I was still a little happy, because most of my primary school compositions were good and few were excellent. At that time, I liked Chinese classes (as did other classes).

If I can fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who give me the light of youth! I am proud to have a teacher like you!

My teacher wrote 600 words.

My teacher is strict and kind. Because the teacher is strict, we have learned to be strict with ourselves; Because of the kindness of the teacher, we felt warm and learned countless knowledge. My teacher looks strict, but in fact, she is kind at heart. Her kindness will last forever like a wave and will not change. Her eyes are as bright as the sun, full of wisdom, and she smiles very naturally and kindly. Her mind is the source of wisdom. When she asks the teacher questions, she will immediately answer wonderful answers, lead us to the ocean of knowledge, open the magical door with the key of wisdom, share knowledge and discuss problems together. The teacher uses her strict requirements to make us succeed day by day.

The teacher's strictness lies in what is required of her. For example, there should be no smearing or pulling when writing. For example, we should keep a correct sitting posture when writing, such as reciting texts. For example, we all have to abide by these requirements to grow. Our progress is the result of teachers' strict demands on us. Why? Just look at the severity of the teacher. One day, a classmate made a mistake, and the teacher saw it and punished him for writing a review. That classmate tried to blame others for the mistake, but it was found by the teacher's eyes, so he was punished twice so that he wouldn't make such a mistake again. In fact, the teacher gave us many opportunities to correct our mistakes. If we make a mistake for the first time, we will only remind him or her. If we make a mistake for the second time, we will punish him or her for writing. If we make the third mistake, there is no chance, and we will punish him or her dozens of times. The teacher gives us the opportunity to correct it, just to let us correct it when we know our mistakes. Teachers sow the seeds of literature in our hearts, and then moisten us with the rain and dew of knowledge. We should make good use of the rain and dew, take root and sprout under it and grow into towering trees.

Teacher, we know how hard you work. You've given us a lot over the years. It is the teacher who grows with us and teaches us knowledge. When we grow up, we will never let our teachers down. We should study hard and make progress every day. Three generations of gentlemen. We will never forget the kindness of the teacher's church!

In my life, you showed me the way. Without you, I am like a sailboat without a compass on the sea. In the face of problems, I will be like a monk in Zhang Er. Thank you!

My math teacher wrote 600 words.

Miss Wang, the math teacher in our class, is like an ever-changing book.

In class, he is like an encyclopedia, he knows everything, and all the formulas, formulas and problem-solving ideas are clear. Once, Sean Xiao asked the teacher a question, and Teacher Wang said it like a jingle. Tan Xiao followed Sean Xiao's question and asked Mr. Wang a long list of questions. Mr. Wang was not to be outdone, and answered them one by one in combination with other topics. However, Tan Xiao is a man who can't get what he wants, but what are some questions that the encyclopedia doesn't know? Like a tongue twister, Teacher Wang persuaded Tan Xiao, a classmate in our class, that no matter who he was or what questions he had, he could answer them, and he was well informed. What is the so-called debate among scholars!

After class, Mr. Wang became humorous and laughed with his classmates. He told us a story about a man who was retaliated by others and put in the soil with only one head exposed, and then the horses rushed here and kicked the man's head off. We all laughed. Once, in primary school, our joke king Lu Xiao and Mr. Wang exchanged jokes. See who tells the funniest story. As I expected, Xiao Lu, the king of jokes, lost to our humor. When telling the story, the whole class laughed, even the least funny kid in the class laughed. He is called "the man who doesn't laugh"! His jokes made us laugh like medicine. No matter who he is, I think I will laugh after hearing it. No matter who is sad, he starts laughing as soon as the medicine comes, because he is humorous.

If someone's things are lost or damaged, but I don't know who did it, he will become a book, a famous detective Conan, gradually looking for clues and discovering the truth. For example, once, my 500 yuan disappeared and I had to pay it back. Teacher Wang passed the position confirmation for the first time. I really lost it from my schoolbag, in the classroom. Then look for it from the human side, because many people called their teachers for help (including me). Only a few people, after monitoring and checking, only five people didn't see it, so the "thief" must be in the eyes of these five people. When we were ready to check again, the thief turned himself in. This is detective Conan.

This ever-changing book is our little teacher Wang (formerly called Miss Wang) and the most "existential" person in our class.

My Chinese teacher wrote 600 words.

There will be unforgettable people in one's life. She brings you happiness, makes you feel happy, has no worries and worries, and feels comfortable every day under her guidance.

Last summer vacation was the first day I came to my alma mater. For me, No.1 Middle School is a strange place, and my heart will inevitably be a little nervous. When I found the classroom, the head teacher orally introduced the teachers in the class, and the most impressive one was Mr. Liu, the Chinese teacher. In the later study life, her Chinese class made me forget my fatigue; Her smile makes me less nervous in this strange environment; More relaxed. Teacher Liu brought me not only knowledge, but also wonderful experiences. It's really nice to know her.

Listening to Mr. Liu's Chinese class can be said to be a pleasure. In a relaxed and pleasant classroom atmosphere, I put knowledge into my mind. This kind of feeling, I like, the knowledge points that I didn't listen to before, have been explained patiently and meticulously by Teacher Liu, and now I have basically made it clear. We don't have to remember what we don't know when we learn Chinese from Mr. Liu. It's hard to remember what we don't know.

Miss Liu is famous for her good temper. She is patient and usually doesn't get angry, but once she was very angry. It was in a class when Teacher Liu assigned us to do our homework. The first class is very quiet. In the second class, the students may have finished their homework and the voice of the speech is getting louder and louder. Teacher Liu spoke patiently for several times, each time less than two minutes, and the whole classroom became lively, quiet and noisy again and again. Mr. Liu can't bear it. 1 of "pa"! This is unheard of news, and the whole class is too scared to speak. I'm really worried that Mr. Liu's attitude towards us will change. Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu was still smiling the next day, and the Chinese class was still very relaxed.

Teacher Liu took us through a semester, which was happy, unforgettable and unforgettable. I always feel satisfied when I recall the wonderful moments with Mr. Liu. At the same time, I wish the teacher always happy, always young, and never bother her. I'm really happy to be her student!

My teacher wrote 600 words.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This sentence is to praise the teacher's silent dedication to the students. Spring silkworms spin silk to death, and candles stick to the last drop of tears. This kind of dedication is like a teacher's self-sacrifice and silent dedication to God. I have met many teachers since I was a student, but what impressed me most was my third-grade teacher Lin.

Ding, Ding, start the class. Teacher Lin strode into the classroom like a meteor. He smiled and said, "Who didn't do their homework today?" A classmate said, "XX didn't do his homework!" Suddenly, the expression on the teacher's face became stiff. He said loudly, "Then why don't you do your homework?" XX classmate said in fear, "I won't." The teacher said, "I'll teach you after school." "

After school, the originally lively classroom suddenly became so deserted. There are only XX students and teachers left in the classroom. Seeing that XX is doing word analysis in Chinese, XX is thinking about the explanation of the word "beautiful". He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out, when Mr. Lin helped him. Teacher Lin said to him, "What does beauty mean?" XX thought for a moment and said, "Beautiful things. Teacher Lin added, "Beauty can be changed into other words. What is this? The teacher said it in class today. " XX said happily, "this is a thing." "Yes, what does that mean? What do you think of beautiful things? "classmate XX said," does it mean that the eyes don't look like they can be taken back? " Teacher Lin said, "Yes, the next question. "

Seeing this, I can't help but admire Mr. Lin's patience. I always thought that the teacher taught us to read in order to earn money. But now I understand that the teacher really cares about our future, and I can't help crying when I think about it. "

Teacher! You are like a bright lighthouse, guiding us to the confusion of out of the dark. You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your garden is so beautiful that the earth is full of spring. Teacher, I will always keep your kindness in mind.