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1. (at the beginning) If parents taught us to take the first step in life, then teachers taught us to take the first step in life.

It is he (she) who leads us from ignorance to maturity; It is he (she) who makes us learn from ignorance; He (she) led us to see how high the sky is, how deep the sea is and how big the dream can be!

I can't forget that when I first wrote 123, your hand held mine; I can't forget it. I counted 1+ 1 for the first time. You taught me to snap my fingers. I can't forget it. I learned a, b and c for the first time, and you corrected my mouth shape again and again.

Buds are drawn out to depict the splendor of spring, white clouds float to reflect the beauty of the blue sky, and bright eyes and white teeth are the marks of youth. Teacher, the white hair on your head tells us the strokes of the word "person".

Teacher, I want to compare you to an engineer of the soul. Because it is you, let us learn to be tolerant and be kind to others; Because it is you, let us understand that failure is the mother of success; Because it is you, let us understand that life needs courage, patience and perseverance; Because you taught us how to drive away greed, ignorance, fear and violence; Also because of you, let us know love!

Teacher, I want to compare you to a burning candle. Because you brought us into the ocean of knowledge, no matter astronomy, geography, history, literature, mathematics, physics, you lit up the stepping point and grasping point in front of us; Because it is you, you should give us all your knowledge without reservation, burn yourself and illuminate others; Because it is you, who has been guiding our way forward with your light, so that we will never lose our way. References:

If parents taught us to take the first step in life, then teachers taught us to take the first step in life.

2. Teacher, you can speak English, read articles with emotion, sing touching songs, draw pictures, work out difficult math problems, and … but you have one thing that is not very good, and it is the most important thing-laughter.

You walk up to the podium with a straight face every day, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong. The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly. At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile.

After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak. At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily!

"Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you?

Teacher, we know that you are strictly for our own good, and we often make you angry, but if you keep adjusting your mood, you won't care about this little thing.

In the future, we will study hard, show our teachers good performance and the best results, and make them happy and smile!

When I first saw my head teacher, I really couldn't believe that the short young man in front of me was my teacher. Later, the teacher introduced himself, and I realized that the original teacher was Mr. Yan Mingxian. "It was famous when I was in Hong Kong, and I really became famous when I was in Hong Kong." I once heard someone say, "You can't judge a book by its cover, but the sea can't measure it." This sentence was proved by my teacher and brought me a lot.

Although my teacher is not very prominent in appearance, he teaches very seriously and will explain difficult mathematics to us in the simplest way. So under the teacher's slow teaching, I like math best.

In class, the teacher often tells us his childhood. He said that today's children are really lucky, just like their treasures. But unfortunately, the social competition is so fierce that they can't enjoy their childhood well. Unlike when they were young, they can play in the fields. I really envy the teacher's hype.

Teachers often encourage us. He said that a person should have a "grateful heart" and "eat fruit, worship the tree head, drink spring water and think of the source". We can live such a good life now because of the efforts of our predecessors. Be a man, don't try to reach the sky in one step, but do it in a down-to-earth way. Although sometimes I don't know what the teacher means, I am deeply impressed by his sincere expression.

Teachers have a lot of work to do every day and take care of our life at school. It's really hard. Every time after class, when the teacher corrects his homework, we will gather around the teacher's desk and chat with him. He will ask about our life while changing his homework, just like friends. Once we saw that the teacher had a few white hairs, so we smiled and said, "Old teacher! As a result, he was not only angry, but also said that it was his happiest to watch us grow up and understand day by day.

We are really lucky to have such a good teacher. I hope our students can appreciate the teacher's painstaking efforts, study hard and live up to the kindness of teachers and parents.

My teacher is called Zhang Yahui. She has big eyes, short hair and a smile on her face, which gives people a very cordial feeling.

I like taking classes best, because the teacher is good at using computer-assisted teaching, and she enriches the difficult Mandarin. She makes boring math come alive. In the comprehensive class, the teacher held a dim sum tea party to let us learn the importance of division of labor and cooperation among all groups.

Teachers not only teach us academic knowledge, but also often tell us the truth of being a man. They usually take care of us and always remind us to add clothes when it is cold. When she is sick, she cares about our illness ... she is like our mother.

I like the teacher's teaching method, which makes learning easier and more interesting. I also like the teacher's humor, which makes the class full of joy and laughter. I prefer the teacher's affability, just like the warm sunshine shining on us. Teacher, I love you!

Miss Yang is my teacher, a good teacher that I will never forget in my life.

Teacher Yang is just one of the thousands of teachers in Qian Qian, and there is nothing to show off. However, his unique ordinary makes him noble and respectable.

I still clearly remember the first time he gave us a lesson. At that time, we were just in the fifth grade, and many teachers changed. Among them, the Chinese class was changed from teacher Liang to teacher Yang. In the first Chinese class, after a few minutes of class, Mr. Yang walked in with his head held high, strode onto the platform and scanned us proudly.

Teacher Yang is a serious and responsible person. He will make full use of every minute of every class. If there are small mistakes in class, he will always delve into them after class or after school. Because of this, my Chinese score is always better than other classes.

At first, we didn't know much about Mr. Yang, but in the days when we got along with him, we always felt his concern. Besides giving good classes, he often tells us, "Ask if you don't understand anything, and read more extracurricular books at ordinary times ..." He also teaches us to practice good handwriting. In this seemingly ordinary thing, Mr. Yang's deep love is integrated.

Students and work have become the spiritual sustenance of Teacher Yang. Only in us can we find his smile and value. We feel not only lovely and amiable, but also respectable. Besides cherishing the teacher's selfless dedication, what else can we do for him?

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Speaking of "my teacher", we should start from my first and second grades. At the beginning of school, I was a freshman and joined the Gong Jian family. I was assigned to a one-year filial piety class. My teacher is Tingjun Chen. She is very beautiful. Every time she passed by the teacher, she smelled of perfume, not suffocating, but very fragrant. The teacher is very easy-going and has a very good attitude towards his students. She is good to us, and we are good to her. There will be flowers in the classroom. The teacher will make us laugh in class, because the teacher wants us to find the class interesting rather than boring. This kind of teacher is not afraid of joking, but will teach children seriously, only in our meritorious primary school.

My present teacher is a fifth-grade teacher. The teacher's name is Miss Chen Feiping. The teacher was transferred from Longshan Primary School to Gong Jian Primary School. She likes to teach children to read, and she is easy-going and likes reading. Teachers read a lot! The teacher wants us to see the world on the shoulders of giants, not under the cries of giants, so the teacher wants us to read more books in order to improve our Chinese. Our homework is maintained by ourselves, not by others. Teachers love us more than other teachers.

7. My teacher has beautiful short hair, is thin and small, and is a gentle and knowledgeable person.

Although teachers are usually gentle, sometimes they become fierce tigresses and teach us a terrible lesson.

I think the most special thing about the teacher is that when our monthly exam is not ideal, he will take the time to discuss with us the topics we can't do until he teaches us well. If we do well in the exam, recite the text or behave well, the teacher will give us prizes to encourage us, and sometimes we will eat, and things can be eaten in class!

The teacher took great pains and patiently knocked down our textbook knowledge, and also taught us a lot of truth about treating people, which made us grow up and be sensible. I want to thank the teacher for his teaching, and I hope the teacher will be happy every day.

The difference between me and many classmates is that my mother is a teacher. She is not only a teacher in my study, but also a teacher in my life.

In the evening, the sun flushed like a drunken grandfather, with a red pen in his hand, painting the white clouds red and the house gold. Whenever this happens, my mother will take me to the grass, hold me in her lap, tell me stories and welcome the sunset glow. I like listening to the story Little Red Riding Hood best. I wish I had a red hat like Little Red Riding Hood. I haunt my mother every night. I didn't stop until I finished reciting. Several times, my mother was very tired after a day's work and fell asleep while talking. I didn't want to wake my mother, so I imitated her and told her, and later my mother praised me! Sometimes, I will recite some short poems I just learned in kindergarten. When my mother listened to them, her big eyes narrowed into a crescent, and she smiled and encouraged me. When I learned some words, my mother ordered many magazines for me to read. That's interesting ... all these things happened when I was 5 or 6 years old, but they stayed in my memoirs.

When I was in primary school, sometimes my mother took me to her primary school when our school was on holiday, let me sit in her class, and sometimes let me answer questions.

When other students can ride bicycles, I can only ride a four-wheeled stroller. When I learned to ride a bike, some little boys laughed at me. It was my mother who patiently taught me not to be embarrassed. Finally, I learned to ride a bike. My mother also bought me a lot of tropical fish, taught me to observe and let me feel the rhythm of life. ...

Mom, my teacher, always says that every teacher has advantages, and we should learn from each teacher's advantages. But I always think she is my favorite teacher!

9. Sometimes, I meet my most familiar teacher, Miss Yao, in the corridor. She still has black hair and bright eyes. She will nod and smile at me. "Hey, Miss Yao is so kind to you!" Students often say to me, "You too!" I answered with a smile. Everyone laughed heartily. Indeed, Mr. Yao is too kind to us!

I remember it was a day in May, and Mr. Yao was still teaching us. The weather became hot, and all the students put on summer clothes. "Ding", the bell rang, only to see Mr. Yao walk in the door, striding onto the platform and loudly saying, "Please take out yesterday's composition book. If you haven't brought your homework or done anything, please stand up!" "It seems that Teacher Yao already knows that some students have not brought their composition books." I thought, while opening my schoolbag to look for it. "Hey, where's my composition book? I just showed it to my classmates! " Just when I was surprised, three students stood up hesitantly. "I-,I-"... I subconsciously stood up in a hurry. There was an embarrassing silence in the classroom. "Go to the podium!" From that deep voice, I weighed the weight. "Go up!"

Dull silence.

Suddenly, Zhu Cheng in the front row stood for a long time, and then took out a composition book from his desk. I can tell at a glance that it is my composition book because there is a long ink mark on the name. Mr. Yao took the book, frowned and gave him a hard look. Then he turned his head, looked at me with gentle and apologetic eyes and said to me slowly, "I'm sorry!" "

These words were deeply imprinted in my heart, and Zhu Cheng bowed his head, but these three words, which came from the teacher's mouth, I will never forget them!

10. Silence-at this moment of parting.

I'm waiting ...

I'm looking for ...

Only your eyes, as always.

You're praying for us ...

"Is this a poem?" I find it incredible. Oh! No, it isn't, because I don't have the sentimental temperament and elegant writing style of a poet. However, because it was written by heart, the strings of emotion finally sounded the strongest when I left. I can't help but want to write and remember with my clumsy pen and sincere heart. No, there is no need to recall, the floodgate of memory has been opened for me. ...

The familiar high and urgent voice floated across the classroom, and the students in the front row suddenly turned their heads and looked at me with completely strange eyes. "What's the matter?" I can't help wondering. I saw the head teacher, Mr. Chen, rushing into the classroom and happily saying, "The composition that Lily handed in today won the prize, which is at the county level ..." My ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

During the discussion, I walked out of the classroom with Teacher Chen. She put her arm on my shoulder very kindly and looked at me gently like a mother: "Today, I am so happy." Her voice choked. "You finally grew up …" What the teacher said puzzled me, but I just stared at the teacher with excited and stupid eyes.

There is a bright and loving smile on her face. When she smiles, my heart can't help shaking. I know it's a happy smile, a smile full of love, a smile for me, a smile for the younger generation who are from chaos to innocence to maturity in the sun like me-it's a smile from a heart full of serious responsibility, lofty dedication and deep love as a mother. ...

From these years of study, we really appreciate your hardships. Under your careful care, the withered young trees turned green again, the bent trunk straightened up, and the trimmed crown flourished.

Teacher Chen, your hardships and happiness are so clearly engraved in my mind, and you probably forgot them yourself. Yes, how can you remember them one by one! You treat all the students like this, and you pour all your feelings into your care. In my eyes, teacher, you will always be like a doll head.

However, your doll, she won't forget your smile, your angry appearance, your melancholy and your happiness. Teacher, I really want to say "I love you".

1 1. When I heard that you are no longer a math teacher in our class; When you can't see your familiar figure in math class; When I can't hear your hearty laughter in the self-study class, I will always see your figure in my mind, but what remains in my heart is endless regret. I regret that I didn't concentrate on your class; I didn't cherish your concern; I didn't correct it in your teaching.

However, what you left us was that kind, kind and tolerant smile. Your smile has helped us a lot. When solving math problems, your smile gave me confidence. When I am sad, your smile makes me feel better. Your smile encouraged us when our grades were not satisfactory.

Not only that, students are the most energetic in your class. Why? The reason is very simple, because your easy-to-understand teaching methods, your beautiful and elegant handwriting and your meaningful smile make us have to like mathematics.

Everything about you will not disappear because you are no longer a math teacher in our class, because you, Mr. Dai, will always be our most beloved and admired teacher.

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All the students in our class say that Mr. Shan is an eccentric teacher. His appearance.

Generally, the hair is black and bright, and a pair of bright eyes are like stars in the sky, kind and bright; The nose is straight, the ears are small, and the words spoken in the mouth are always so warm.

It's strange for a single teacher to give lectures-sometimes eloquent and inspiring; Sometimes it is beautiful, vivid and interesting; Sometimes we keep a straight face and are serious. Once, when we attended the text of Drawing Carambola, he only brought textbooks and other books. He didn't see carambola, so he said carambola without coming in. He went to a male classmate and put a classmate's hand on his chest. After a minute or so, I asked him, "How many times is the teacher's heartbeat a minute?" The male classmate smiled and said, "One minute 150 beat." Some students shouted, "Why are there so few?" The teacher asked another male student the same question, and he suddenly raised the number to 500. The teacher returned to the podium with a piece of chalk in his hand and said to us, "In fact, the teacher's heartbeat is only below 80, 65433. Every student has his own answer different from his classmates, just like drawing a carambola ... "The teacher said, and wrote the words" Draw a carambola "on the blackboard. In this way, we soon understood the content of the text.

Teacher Shan is not only special in teaching, but also in disciplining us. Sometimes she is amiable and smiles. Sometimes it's very strict and awesome. Once the mid-term exam was over, the teacher took the test paper and solemnly walked into the classroom. We looked at each other with frightened eyes. The teacher said loudly, "I didn't do well in the mid-term exam, and my score was no more than 90, but 80-90 was the most." Our hearts are hanging in mid-air. Suddenly, the teacher kindly said to us, "Although the score is not ideal, it is even."

You said that our single teacher is not biased.

13.

Our Chinese teacher is about the same age as Pan Changjiang.

But as the saying goes, "everything is condensed", he is the editor-in-chief of the field literature society of our school, and we students can't afford to offend him. In addition, I want to rely on him to guide me to publish some compositions. Of course, be good.

Teacher Lei doesn't have many hobbies, like drinking and cell phones.

Speaking of mobile phones, editor Lei has a saying: "Mobile phones are made in China and are a concrete manifestation of patriotism. They are small and durable, and it is easy to contact the newspaper editor-if any of you dare to be naughty, it is equally easy to contact your parents. "

As for drinking, "Hundred Poems of Li Bai Fighting for Wine", "Chivalrous men love swords, while gentlemen drink good wine". I don't think I've heard the last sentence. Who said that? Editor-in-chief Lei has a famous saying.

This is my Chinese teacher.

14. "The stars shine in the quiet night ..." The song "Teacher's Window" is sure to be sung and appreciated by everyone, and so am I! Teacher Chen in our class is approachable and left a deep impression on me!

A pair of reading glasses with black edges and a thin face constitute the dignified image of the old teacher-strict.

There are only a few people in the classroom. He gently put down his textbook and looked at it, frowning and sighing from time to time. That is his heart disease: exercise books with serious wrong questions. Ah! He shouted our names. "Come here and count how many times you haven't written!" The "authors" of these books opened them with pity, concern and blame. They're all wrong forks, and they chatter. He lit, criticized and shouted, and only the teacher's hoarse voice was heard in the classroom. Every time he opens the book, he will see those forks. I thought I heard him say, Don't be careless!

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the lush jasmine flowers in the campus. He stepped on the afterglow of the sunset and left with a day's fatigue ... Oh, it was a fire, a burning fire, which ignited himself and illuminated others. A thousand words are condensed into one sentence: "thank you, teacher!" "

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Today, ten years later, I am standing on the three-foot platform, doing the same work and having the same experience as you, but I have something to say to you, and that is to thank you for giving me confidence in learning.

At school, I am an introverted child, lacking self-confidence. In class, I never dare to raise my hand to answer the teacher's questions, because I don't have the courage to be afraid of answering wrong.

This is the first Chinese lesson you have given us. The whole class raised their hands to answer questions, but I never dared to raise my hands. Just then, you called my name and asked me to get up and answer the question. I stood up trembling, my mouth still open, blushing and embarrassed. Seeing me like this, you said, "classmate, will you applaud her?" In the applause, I looked up and turned my eyes to you. At that time, my eyes were full of hesitation and concern, as if to say, "Teacher, can I?" You smiled at me and nodded affirmatively, so I got up the courage to answer your question seriously. At that time, my voice was not loud, even a little trembling, but I finally answered the question completely. When I finished my answer, you gave me a thumbs-up and praised me for being great. I smiled gratefully. At this time, I felt great and secretly thought that I would answer the teacher's questions in the next class. The bell rang, and I walked slowly to your side, blushing and saying, "Teacher, I think ... I'll answer next class, and you can ask me again." You smiled and said, okay. I said "thank you, teacher" and left with satisfaction.

The teacher is your kind smile and encouraging eyes, which makes me feel infinite warmth and brings me confidence and happiness. That kind smile became my motivation to study.

Although many years have passed, I have never forgotten it in my heart. I became a teacher many years later, and I will treat my students the same way.

16. Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day. At this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of all the students, I extend our purest, most sincere and warmest hearts and wish all the teachers in No.1 Middle School who care about and cherish our growth a happy holiday. We even hope that our greetings and blessings can smooth the wrinkles on the gardener's face, wipe off the frost on the gardener's temple and make the gardener's wise eyes shine forever!

Being a teacher is hard, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of red candle is short-lived, but it is eternal for her to burn herself and illuminate other people's hearts. You are great not only because (student 5 1.com) taught us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also because you set a good example for us.

Teacher, thank you for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us with facts that learning is not a burden, but a pleasure and responsibility, and a key to the world we have never known before. You taught us to explore boldly, discover and discover with our own brains and hands, and make life full of surprises!

Thank you-teacher, you are a person we can trust forever, and you will ask for help when you encounter difficulties in life. You let us know that we can tell you everything if we want. You often say that you were once a child, so you can understand the joys and sorrows of children.

Thank you, teacher, for letting me know that we can learn from failure, accumulate strength in difficulties, and look for light in the dark. You gave us the courage to use our brains and asked us to be open-minded. You put beauty in our hearts and give us guidance, insight and imagination to build our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay a good foundation, and you have done your best for our growth! Perhaps with the passage of time, every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us, but your enthusiasm, courage and kindness will always exist.

Thank you for never laughing at us. When we try, you always pay close attention to it. Even if the result is so insignificant, you always let us know that you have seen our achievements. You let us know that life can be as thin as paper, as deep as the sea and as wide as the sky, and we must make our own choices. Every problem, discovery and experience you led us through fascinated us and showed us the flashing wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Suddenly one day we found that you were old, tired and tired. You don't need others' understanding, comfort and support, but you are so silent, quiet, resolute and solemn at this moment.

Red candle, your flickering candlelight is as shaky as your tired and thin body, but it is so firm in the eyes of students: your dripping tears wet your clothes. You know, in the eyes of students, it has cast the most perfect sculpture under your feet.

Dear teachers, your light and heat are limited, but it is your limited light and heat that blend together and ignite the radiant light of the motherland's take-off!

Finally, I wish all teachers a happy holiday again!

17. Our school is 60 miles from the county seat. Teacher Yan, the head teacher, sometimes says near, sometimes says far. I thought to myself: can this journey also change?

I remember the Xinhua Bookstore in the county informed me that there was a new batch of Review Materials for Primary School Students in the bookstore. Regardless of his weak health, Mr. Yan immediately set off by bike, traveled 60 miles back and forth, and came back in 4 hours to deliver the book to every classmate in the class. Looking at the sweat rolling down her forehead, the students said gratefully that the teacher was tired. Drink water quickly. I saw her wiping her sweat and holding a cup. She smiled and said, "No, it's only 60 miles. It's very close!" "

Not long ago, Miss Yan's daughter Xiaoying broke her arm in extracurricular activities and was admitted to the hospital, but Miss Yan never had time to visit her. A female classmate in my class and I have been thinking about Xiaoying's injury and repeatedly advised Teacher Yan to visit Xiaoying once. But Mr. Yan always shook his head and said, "How could I? 60 miles back and forth, so far! " "I was anxious, so I got up the courage to talk back to her:" Teacher Yan, why are you not afraid of being far away and tired to buy books for us? "I know you are always afraid of delaying our study, so you said it on purpose, didn't you?" Teacher Yan smiled, and then we solemnly said, "I am your teacher, and teachers have the responsibility of teachers." If I go to see Xiaoying, I owe each of you four hours of' time debt' at a time, and the whole class will never finish it in the conscience account. " ‖

What a good teacher! My eyes are blurred, as if Mr. Yan's short body suddenly became tall. I really want to learn from the Monkey King's skill, and make this 60-mile journey closer, so that Teacher Yan can go to the hospital to kiss his beloved daughter at recess 10 minutes.

18. 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? What's even more strange is how did he hear 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.

After a while, we all became good friends with Mr. Chen. Sometimes when we are tired, he tells us jokes, which makes us feel much more relaxed. Sometimes he tells us stories, but Mr. Chen is sometimes very strict, but he never scolds us. Teacher Chen taught me for two years, during which I learned a lot, and he also paid a lot for us. On the day of primary school graduation, the whole class reluctantly left Mr. Chen. Walking out of the school gate, we saw Mr. Chen's eyes getting wet slowly, and my tears were spinning in her eyes. But I thought of what Mr. Chen said: Men bleed but don't shed tears, so I cheered up and stopped shedding tears, so Mr. Chen's figure slowly disappeared from my eyes.

In my mind, Mr. Chen is an amiable teacher and a teacher who gives me special encouragement. Among the teachers I know, he is the most unforgettable. Teacher Chen, thank you for your hard work, my teacher!

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