Youyou teacher-student love composition is about 450 words.

A bowl of bitter potions made me form a deep friendship with my teacher.

I was in kindergarten at that time. I remember that day, I was listening attentively. Suddenly, I had a headache and felt weak, so I had to lie on my desk. As it happens, Mr. Lin found out about me. When the whole class was reading the text, Teacher Lin came up to me and touched my head. "Oh, my head is really hot. I have a fever. " Teacher Lin immediately stopped the class, helped me to the lounge, called a doctor for me at once and cooked some medicine for me. Looking at the busy teacher Lin, my heart is full of gratitude and guilt. I used to be very naughty. I always talked to the teacher and made you angry. Now, you care so much about me. I can't help crying. "Dong Yan, what's the matter? Does your head still hurt? " I looked at Miss Lin and shook my head. "Are your parents at home? I'll call your parents and tell them. " I said, "My parents are not at home and have gone to work. They certainly can't afford the time now. " Teacher Lin nodded, helped me to lie down and let me sleep for a while. Soon, I fell asleep.

A familiar figure passed before my eyes, and that was my mother! I gave a cry and suddenly woke up. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw a bright lamp and exercise book on the table. When I looked intently, it was Miss Lin! I saw Mr. Lin take my temperature with a thermometer and wipe my face with a towel. Then Mr. Lin brought me a bowl of liquid medicine and fed it to me bit by bit. Suddenly, a warm current gushed from my heart and my eyes were moist. Teacher Lin asked, "Is this medicine bitter?" I smiled and said, "No, it's not bitter. This potion is very sweet. " "Silly boy." Teacher Lin smiled, and I listened, took the bowl and drank it. In fact, this bowl of liquid medicine is bitter, but I resolutely drink it, because there is a teacher's love, what is a bowl of cold water?

Every Teacher's Day, I will specially buy a bunch of flowers for my beloved teacher Lin.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves, but illuminating others. ...

There are good teachers everywhere around me, at school. They are serious and responsible, great and selfless, like hardworking gardeners, watering the flowers carefully with their own efforts; The teacher is our guide, let us know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. ...

She is of medium height, with bright black hair, bright big eyes and Zhang Yuanyuan's face, showing the usual attitude of intellectuals, that is, Miss Li, our head teacher, but she has a magical power, which often inspires, supports and warms us. She has been with us for nearly three years.

Miss Li is very strict with every student, and her attitude is very serious. Every student in the class is very clear. She always criticizes every classmate's mistakes in time and educates patiently. Therefore, almost every student is a little afraid of Miss Li, and I am no exception.

I remember one time, I was fascinated by drawing cartoon characters of that year, even when Mr. Li was in Chinese class. My every move was clearly seen by Miss Li. She was very anxious and angry, as if she was disappointed in me. She said to me seriously: "You should find that you have been a little abnormal recently and your grades have dropped." How can you go on like this? " I really don't understand teacher Li's criticism. I think she is too unkind. Later, my grades were further improved, and I finally understood Teacher Li's painstaking efforts. Her concern and sense of responsibility for students won my admiration. This made me discover another characteristic of Miss Li, that is, she is conscientious and responsible in her work, caring for the students and every little thing in the class. For example, if a classmate's things are lost, there is a dispute between classmates, or there are difficulties that cannot be solved, Miss Li will help us deal with them seriously.

Later, in some parties and other activities, Miss Li took part in our activities. She led her classmates to dance, dancing, moving quickly, talking and laughing with everyone, lively and romantic, and extremely happy, as if she were our good friends. This made me find that the strict teacher Li also has an approachable and amiable side. Miss Li is very strict with us in our study, and we usually don't want to, but as long as we understand Miss Li's intention. In class, she told us the story of the race between the tortoise and the white rabbit, and described the ecstasy of the animals in the race with dexterous and skilled hands, which made us laugh humorously and enlivened the classroom atmosphere.

Miss Li, you will be an important chapter in my growing up, and I will never forget it. Teacher Li's sweat and hard work have made us gain something. She has no regrets. She is selfless. I am proud that I am a student of Miss Li, and Miss Li will remain in my memory forever!

At the age of twelve, the people I contacted the most were teachers besides my parents. Because of the teacher, I cried and cried very sadly; I smiled, and I laughed happily. I have forgotten to laugh, but I still remember crying.

I clearly remember that it was a sunny day. I skipped in the school corridor, because I won the first place in the mid-term math exam and was praised by my parents and teachers. Suddenly my deskmate rushed over and grabbed me, mysteriously saying to me, "Did you hear that? The math teacher won't teach us tomorrow. " "Don't teach us? Why? " I asked in return. "I don't know. I also heard it from others. " At that time, I thought she was just joking and didn't take it to heart. The Chinese teacher came into the classroom when the bell rang. She said to us seriously, "classmate, I have bad news for you." Teacher Tang, who has been with you for four years, will leave us tomorrow. " "Why?" I don't know who asked. The Chinese teacher said: "Mr. Tang is a substitute teacher, although he teaches very seriously and loves education very much." He is old and young, and his meager salary is not enough to support his family, so his wife wants him to quit his job and start a business. "Listen to the teacher, the whole class was silent, I like a bolt from the blue, tears. In the past four years, the scene of teachers getting along with us day and night has clearly emerged in front of my eyes: when my mother first brought me into the campus, I saw that the first teacher was you. You stroked my head and said to me, "Welcome, little friend!" " "Let me feel your kindness; When you didn't finish your homework for the first time, you only said to me earnestly, "The teacher believes that this is the first time and the last time." When my grades dropped, what I saw was a note sandwiched in my exercise book, which read "Failure is the mother of success"; When I got good grades, I heard your earnest warning that "pride makes people fall behind"; When I was in trouble, you shed sad tears like a mother who hated iron ... I finally couldn't help crying and the whole class sobbed. ...

Several years have passed, Mr. Tang. Are you okay in another country?

I have a very good teacher, that is Miss Zhu.

Mr. Zhu is tall and thin, slim, with long hair and a pair of exquisite glasses hanging on his nose. Teacher Zhu has a pair of big round eyes under his curved eyebrows, like two black grapes. Her eyes can speak. Once, when I was reading aloud, I put my legs out of my desk. Teacher Zhu came to my desk and looked at me kindly, as if to say, "Jiaqing, study with the right posture and attitude." I immediately drew my legs back.

Teacher Zhu is conscientious and responsible in her work. One morning, the sun shone brightly on the earth like a big fireball. It's the same in the classroom, as hot as an oven. Teacher Zhu asked us to make our own papers, but she didn't seem to feel anything. Not afraid of the heat, she corrected her homework carefully in front of the lecture table, but the sweat ran down her cheeks and climbed down like a bug. But Mr. Zhu still concentrates on correcting homework, and there is still no complaint. Ah, I was deeply moved by Mr. Zhu's dedication to his post.

Teacher Zhu speaks very well, too. Vivid and interesting explanations often attract us deeply. When you listen to Mr. Zhu's class, you will feel as if you have entered an ocean of knowledge. The teacher led everyone to swim and explore in that ocean of knowledge.

Teacher Zhu loves us as much as our mother. On June 1 day, after we finished the program, Teacher Zhu said loudly, "Students, go to the teacher's house to play. We are very happy to hear that. We talked and laughed with Mr. Zhu and went to the teacher's house with great interest. After we went, we quickly turned on the computer and played happily. Teacher Zhu was busy cooking in the kitchen, and sweat ran down his cheeks. She said happily, "I must cook some dishes that I am best at for my students." "In a short time, the table was filled with delicious food, and we were all drooling, and everyone ate with relish. Eating and eating, we also played a game-word solitaire. At this moment, Teacher Zhu looked at us happily and narrowed his eyes. Oh, I see. Teacher Zhu's love is sweat, and Teacher Zhu's love is delicious food. My affection for Miss Zhu is as deep as my mother's love for me.

This is my teacher Zhu. She burned herself like a candle, illuminating the road to success for me. Yes, how many teachers in the world devote themselves to their posts in obscurity. Teacher, how ordinary this post is, there is no gorgeous stage, and the three-foot platform is the world where she spreads her life. In the face of those dozens of pairs of confused and eager eyes, she passed on her knowledge to the children without hesitation, and herself? ... ah! Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can't count your efforts, and poetry can't count your love for everyone! I love you!