My Chinese teacher's essay

In study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the topic composition carefully arranged by my Chinese teacher, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

My Chinese teacher's topic composition 1 My high school Chinese teacher is an old man who is about to retire.

Tall, thin and fragile, a little hunched, and his sunken cheeks look a little high.

Well, my Chinese teacher is a bit like Li Baotian, the actor of Prime Minister Liu, but later in my song Nothing is a Scholar, I feel that my Chinese teacher is like Ji Xiaolan in the portrait.

Haha, anyway, my unsmiling teacher is really a bit lofty and a bit literati.

Teacher China usually attends classes, and there is nothing extra except the content analysis in the textbook.

In my impression, he has little communication with other teachers, but to my surprise, he is our senior teacher.

It seems that the leader's breath is also suppressed by the lofty temperament of literati.

I like the Chinese teacher's class very much. Although his voice was hoarse, it didn't weaken my enthusiasm for listening carefully.

The Chinese teacher gave a detailed lecture word for word, and the analysis and explanation were in place. It's just an ordinary textbook. It sounds interesting under his explanation, but it's not boring.

Reader magazine is recommended by our Chinese teacher. I learned a lot in this magazine.

The Chinese teacher treats all students in the class equally. He didn't praise a classmate for his good grades in Chinese, but scolded him for his poor grades in class.

Once my primary school Chinese teacher got a high score on a composition, but the Chinese teacher didn't say much in class. Later, I learned from a classmate in the next class that my composition was regarded as a model essay by their class, and the Chinese teacher didn't name who wrote it, just because the classmate in the next class was also my primary school classmate, and she knew that I wrote it, because I mentioned the name and examples of the primary school teacher in my composition.

At first I didn't understand why the teacher didn't praise me, but later I was relieved. Instead, I thanked him in my heart and didn't give me a chance to be complacent.

I think, in his eyes, we are all adults and should know what we have done. Learning is our duty. Whether we learn well or not, we are all responsible and bear it.

I like my Chinese teacher very much, the tall and thin old man who is a bit hoarse in his lectures.

Speaking of teachers, in my primary school career, I met many good teachers, some humorous, some kind, some strict ... and what impressed me most was Mr. Chen, who still echoes in my mind from time to time. He has bright eyes and shiny black hair. A pair of "ears", a high nose bridge, and a pair of glasses on the nose bridge. At first glance, his tall and powerful figure flashed in front of him.

When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, a new teacher came to our class, that is, Mr. Chen who taught us Chinese. On the first day of school, the bell rang for a while and the whole class returned to their seats. Some students are preparing stationery, and some students are talking about what a new teacher should be like. Just then, a tall figure appeared in our sight, and a "funny" scene happened at this time. Because the new teacher may not be familiar with the "terrain" of our classroom, he accidentally kicked the floor tile of the podium and almost fell down. Suddenly, the students couldn't help laughing, and Teacher Chen smiled at us. Then he introduced himself to everyone. He said, "My name is Chen Yi. You can call me Mr. Chen. I will teach you Chinese. " At this time, everyone thought of it; This teacher must be easy to get along with.

After a while, the class began, and the students listened to Mr. Chen carefully, but I was thinking that I should give Mr. Chen some color to see see, because I was a "bad boy" in the class at that time. So when the teacher turned to write on the blackboard, I blew a few naughty whistles and thought, this time you know my "power"! Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen turned around and smiled and said to his classmates, "Classmates, did you just hear the whistle?" That came from Yan's classmate. How wonderful his whistle is! Everyone applauded him. "At this point, the eyes of the whole class are on me, but my face is warm, thinking, how can this new teacher know my name? More strangely, how did he know that I exposed it? It is really a "windward ear". After a while, he continued his class without criticizing me. After class, I was called to the office by teacher Chen. I think: he didn't criticize me, but encouraged me. What does this mean? This is too bad. As soon as I arrived at the office, Mr. Chen kindly said to me, "The whistle you just blew is really nice, but please don't blow it in class." You can blow loudly when you are free. " I nodded, and then I walked out of the office.

Since then, I have gradually got rid of the bad habit of whistling in class and my grades have improved. Under the unusual education of Mr. Chen, I have also changed from a "bad boy" to a good boy.

My Chinese teacher's topic composition 3 "Teachers"-engineers of human soul, they have nurtured one tender seedling after another and trained one batch of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthily and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.

Teacher Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.

I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. Just as my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were moist ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "Don't be too tired, son. When you are ready, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to rest ... "My heart surges: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am ill, and you come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my tears welled up ... under the care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Teacher Chen comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, I'll help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message form": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "

Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Teacher Chen, I still want to say to her: "Teacher Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " "

My Chinese teacher's topic composition 4 The ancients said: "Ancient scholars must have teachers, and teachers are teachers, so they preach and teach." This shows that all people who study from ancient times to the present must have teachers. Of course, I am no exception. From primary school to junior high school, teachers have always learned a lot. However, after entering junior high school, their figures are very vague in my mind, but they are greeted by new teachers, who will accompany me through the spring and autumn for three years!

From the beginning of school, the headmaster asked us to develop in an all-round way. So there are more subjects in junior high school, that is, there are four more teachers. However, among them, what impressed me the most was my Chinese teacher, Mr. Long.

On our first day of school, the third class was Chinese. As soon as Mr. Long entered the classroom, we started talking and wanted to know the teacher's last name. I saw him wearing a horse hook, pointed shoes and strange hair, and his whole body was much more noble than other teachers. I thought: This is definitely not a good teacher. He suddenly said "quiet", and then the whole class was silent and stared at the podium. He is wearing a microphone and prone on the platform. Suddenly he said humorously, "classmates, we don't have classes today." Let's talk! " There is something naughty and bold in this tone. We look confused: what are we talking about when we come to the classroom without class? After a while, Teacher Long said, "From today on, I will be your Chinese teacher. You will definitely ask, what is my name, right? " Immediately, I wrote a word "dragon" on the blackboard with chalk and cursive. I didn't understand the word at that time, so I heard the teacher say, "My name is Long, so you can call me Teacher Long from now on!" " From that day on, I knew my new Chinese teacher.

From that day on, I got to know my new Chinese teacher. I didn't like him at first, but after talking to him, I actually have a high respect for him!

Teacher Long told us that he used to be an artist. Later, for some reasons, Mr. Long had to teach Chinese. But Mr. Long read Chinese very well, but his Chinese and English were poor, so he had to be a teacher. When Mr. Long told us this, there was a sigh in his eyes. I also like literature very much, so I sympathize with Teacher Long. The day after tomorrow is Teachers' Day. Let me say to my dragon teacher first: Happy Dragon Teacher's Day!

I hope I can get along well with Mr. Long in the future and establish a good teacher-student relationship.

My Chinese teacher's composition topic 5 My writing teacher's name is Jaco, and she is my writing teacher in normal school. He is neither tall nor young, but his hair is half white. He is also very careless about his clothes. He always wears blue cloth all the year round, which is in sharp contrast with other teachers. The most unforgettable thing is that he wears a pair of deep myopia glasses on his broad face and those forever deep eyes behind the glasses. His image is not good-looking, but he loves to laugh. When he smiled, he showed a pair of ugly big teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were folded into arhats. A mantra he often talks about is: "Hang it all".

That time, I don't know whether it was a feeling in my heart or a whim. I wrote an essay "When I am homesick". As a result, I was read by him in front of the whole class. He also said that this is a masterpiece with true feelings and originality, which attracted the envy of his classmates. I don't know which classmate is jealous, and secretly said, "Hum! This is plagiarism! " Unexpectedly, this sentence slipped into his ear. He glared at him and casually threw out a sentence: "Hang it all! Can you help me copy an article? " Then he turned his eyes to me, and the ugly smile on his face came again: "Tell me how you wrote this composition." Looking at the trusting eyes and smile on the teacher's face, I calmly expressed my homesickness since I moved in. The classroom was quiet, the students listened quietly, and the teacher seemed very excited. He kept nodding, and the smile on his face became more brilliant. The two ugly front teeth also involuntarily revealed their mouths. After I finished, he took the lead in applauding me, and kept saying, "True feelings are meaningful!" "It can be said that from then on, I loved writing more, and fell in love with Mr. Hu Zhe's class more. He also paid more attention to my guidance in writing.

Mr Jaco likes to be angry and out of control. As long as his classmates make unforgivable mistakes, he flies into a rage and his voice can be heard for miles. His face flushed, and then he scolded mercilessly loudly: "What's the matter? Don't listen in class, homework is not completed, affecting the mood in class! Go back and think about it yourself! This is outrageous! How dare you! " In the next lecture, his tone was full of severity and his face was tight. But slowly, his voice softened a lot, his face returned to a smile, and his two front teeth could not help showing. He spoke in more detail, and from time to time he whispered, "Do you understand?" We know that it turns out that he is not really angry, but distracting us. So we answered loudly: "I understand!" He smiled more happily.

Writing teacher, I will always remember your sunny smile.