The fifth grade, the second volume, Chinese Unit 7 Composition

When you walk into our school, if you see a young female teacher of medium height with big eyes and a sunny face, that one is my math teacher-Miss Zhang.

teacher Zhang's smiling face looks like the moon sister written by children, which makes people feel so kind! In class, Teacher Zhang always tells us questions with a smile. When we encounter a difficult problem, she always takes pains to explain and analyze it to us. When a difficult problem is solved, she always comes up with her mantra-"Do you understand?" Teacher Zhang likes studying. Teacher Zhang can describe learning in two words-obsession. "The happiest thing in the world is to study." This is her wisdom. The math teacher is a modest person. It is absolutely true to say that she is modest. She is a genius, but she is not allowed to be told. Do you think she is strange? However, this is also the difference between her and others. Teacher Zhang is also a kind-hearted person. Every time our head teacher criticizes us, Miss Zhang always runs out of the classroom, because she can't bear to watch us being criticized, but there is nothing she can do, so she has to ignore it. When teacher Zhang criticizes people, he also uses a unique method. I call it "the opposite number", which means that he criticizes people from the opposite side instead of the front.

once, when we were having a math class, the math teacher was telling us a topic. A classmate sitting in the front row was lying on the table. Teacher Zhang saw it and said to her, "Your surname is Lai, so you are on the table?" Her "lying on the table" made us laugh. What about her? Is still a face of smile. I am always happy when I am with teacher Zhang, no matter when. Teacher Zhang and I are both teachers and students, but also friends. Because of Teacher Zhang, I understand that people should face life with a smile. A green leaf, full of its friendship with the roots; A congratulatory message condensed my wishes for you, Mr. Zhang. Here, I wish you every day and every moment is full of blessings and joy.

Do you have such a lovely, kind, beautiful teacher whose heart is as pure as a lily? Hey hey, you envy it.

My teacher

I don't know where to start at the beginning of this article, whether it's your concern for me, your criticism or your teaching. But there are too many such articles, teacher, you are in my heart, these things have already taken root in my heart, and they are still very good friends. I think this article starts from the first grade, from the second grade ... until I am in the fifth grade now, opening the door of memories and looking for the "friendship footprint" of you and me.

remember from the ignorant kindergarten? It seems a little early. This footprint doesn't look easy to find either. Where do we start? That's it, right? After that, I'm sure, teacher. You are my best friend.

The corridor outside the office is particularly quiet, with a tissue in hand and a tear running down my cheek to my neck. Head slightly lowered, afraid to look directly at the teacher. "Nothing, just do well in the next exam, don't cry." My "water drops" still keep falling, and the pace is faster after listening to the teacher's comfort. The teacher handfuls me into her arms and handed me a group of tissues. "Cry! Cry! Crying will make you feel better! Suddenly, like venting, I burst into tears and cried earth-shattering. "What's the matter? Did you say something stupid to your mother today?" "Well-"I replied in a very small voice. Suddenly, the bell rang. "Well, don't cry, this is not your character! Go back to class! " Holding a tissue, I slowly returned to the classroom.

The office is only a few steps away from the classroom. I didn't do well in the English exam yesterday, and my mother flew into a rage this morning. So after we quarreled at home for a long time, I rushed out of the house without even eating breakfast. Thinking about thinking about coming to the classroom, the tears that have not been erased just now are particularly conspicuous. This class is a Chinese teacher's class. Mr. Wu, you saw me come in in tears and paused. I finished a class in a trance. After class, you gently patted my desk to signal me to your office. I followed, walked past the podium, crossed the classroom and came to the office.

"What's the matter, Pan Siqi. This is not you! " Miss Wu, your tone is the same as that of Miss Li, the English teacher who just comforted me. Somehow, my fragile heart "thumped" and my tears suddenly fell disappointingly. I tried to stop my tears, but like a conditioned reflex, I couldn't squeeze in. "What happened today? What, MISS li scolded you? " The teacher's eyes, through the glasses, are full of worries. With tears in my eyes, I stammered, "I quarreled with my mother today … because I didn't do well in the English exam …" I spoke slowly, as if every word I said would kill me. "That's it?" In your eyes, it seems to tell me that there is some doubt about the reason why I am crying. Then he said to me, "Siqi, you have always been a good student in my heart. The teacher likes you very much, but you can't give up because of this setback!" " I don't know what to say, but I just nodded my head hard. "Think about it, why did you do so badly in the English exam this time! Didn't you learn Chinese very well? How can English be ... "Miss Wu may be counting on me to talk about the reasons for my failure, but unfortunately I can't speak. I was going to say, "Yes!" But I still couldn't say anything, and I swallowed it on my lips. "Because I didn't study hard!" Seeing that I was speechless, you helped me pick it up. "The teacher told you a story. Once upon a time, there was a very clever great man. One day, a man asked him why you were so clever. Do you know what he answered?" I shook my head. "He said, it's not that I'm smart, but that I spend the time drinking coffee with others to study. Tell me why this person is so smart? " Teacher Wu asked me. I dare not look the teacher in the eye. "Because ... because he studied hard." I choked my throat and finally spit out my words. "Yes, you are a very clever boy. If you study hard, you can become smarter!" After I listened to the teacher's words, an inexplicable warm current came to my mind. Hot tears keep spinning in my eyes, not because I didn't do well in the exam, nor because I quarreled with my mother today, but because of your warmth. Later, Miss Li called me to her desk. Like Miss Wu, she gave me a lot of warmth. Teacher Wu went to Miss Li's desk, hugged me and said, "Yes, come on!" Teacher Li said, "Believe in yourself! Ok? " "good!" I answered loudly.

I'm still not satisfied with that memory, and I gave it enough space to occupy in my mind. Since then, I have always regarded it as the best friendship gift for you and me.

Teacher, no matter you are a superior elder or a good teacher who answers students carefully, in my mind, you are my good friend for life.

Teacher, I want to say to you

The whirling thoughts are like a spinning wheel, spinning out my admiration for you, my gratitude to you and my praise to you! Today, on the occasion of writing, say what I want to say.

do you remember, teacher? When I first came to school, I didn't know anything. It was you who said to me earnestly every day, "Yu Yang, you should study hard and don't always be absent-minded in class. You are not worse than others. In some ways, you are stronger than others, as long as you are willing to work hard!" You know, my grades have been poor, and no teacher has ever encouraged and praised me like this. After listening to your words, I decided that I must study hard and not let other students look down on me. I leave school later than others every day, go to bed later than others, get up earlier than others, and ask you more questions than others. In this way, two months later, my grades went from the bottom to the top ten. Then you said to me, "Yu Yang! You can't be proud. Although you have improved during this period, you must make persistent efforts. Persevere, or you will lose all your efforts. " In this way, with your encouragement and encouragement, my study continues to progress! Every bit of my progress today is inseparable from your concern and encouragement.

I remember another time, when I was uncomfortable, I was lying on my desk. When you saw it, you came over and touched my head and said, "Why do you have a fever? You are so careless!" So I called my mother. As a result, no one answered. You asked the head teacher of Class Two to take a class instead and took me to the hospital behind my back. You didn't leave until my mother came to the hospital. After work in the evening, you come to make up my homework again.

Teacher, I want to say to you: "Your voice and smile, your gestures are always in front of my eyes; Your concern and encouragement have been lingering in my mind; Your persuasive and earnest teachings are still in my heart; Everything when you were with us was as vivid as yesterday.