Describe the teacher's composition

I am grateful to the teacher, because the teacher taught us a lot of knowledge and taught us a lot of truth about being a man. Welcome to enjoy six compositions describing teachers, and welcome everyone to refer to them!

The wonderful composition describing the teacher 1 passed day by day. It rang the bell in July, and that's when I graduated.

Recalling the past dribs and drabs with teachers and classmates, I couldn't help crying; Recalling the kindness, teaching and criticism of my teacher, I smiled. You must want to ask me why I have so many expressions? Because I bid farewell to my alma mater, my good friends and my teachers. I love them, but my favorite is my Chinese teacher, Miss Li.

In the past two years, Miss Li has done a lot for me. Sometimes, in order to teach our class, her voice is often hoarse, but she always says in class, "Although my voice is hoarse, I feel very happy when I see your performance in class. It's nothing difficult." What a good teacher Miss Li is. It is because we often make trouble that Miss Li has become like this, but she never complains.

I am very happy to have such a good teacher. I want to say one thing: I love my Chinese teacher. I hope the teacher can be healthy and not hoarse often.

Although Miss Li is fierce in front of us, I know that everything she does and scolds us is for our own good. I never hated her, but I love her more. This is the love between teachers and students.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, I was wrong. It is in class that some students often swear, and I spend more time with them. Slowly, I began to say, from a person who can't swear, to a person who deceives his parents to swear. I changed at that time, and Miss Li also noticed it. She slowly observed me for a few days and found a lot about me. She taught me at once. Instead of criticizing me, she let me sit with her, which benefited me a lot like chatting between friends, and made me get rid of my bad habits and stop swearing.

During the two years that Miss Li taught me, she was like a bright lamp, always watching me and telling me not to do anything wrong. Also let me swim in the ocean of knowledge, let me understand a lot of things.

Miss Li is always by my side, silently encouraging me and giving me the courage to face the future. I love my Chinese teacher, Miss Li.

A wonderful composition about the teacher 2 When it comes to Mr. Gong, a knowing smile will appear on his face. She is neither tall nor short, with a thin figure, and stands inconspicuously with other teachers. Although she is not handsome, she is the best teacher in my mind. Next, let me talk about her.

Because there are not many people in each group, we spend a lot of time cleaning every morning. In order to make more study time for us, Miss Gong took the initiative to pick up the broom and work with us. Looking at the teacher's serious and responsible appearance, everyone really admires this teacher who loves us. I remember one time, when Zhao Liang was sweeping the floor, he broke his broom because he used too much force. Teacher Gong happened to be nearby. After seeing it, he not only did not criticize Zhao Liang, but also quickly picked up Zhao Liang's hand and said, "Didn't you poke it?" Zhao Liang quickly shook his head and said with shame, "Teacher, it's all my fault. I will be careful in the future. This broom-I'll bring one from home tomorrow-!" Looking at Zhao Liang's really childish face that day, Teacher Gong said kindly, "Nothing, I will just find something to fix it in the future, and the teacher won't blame you!" Then the teacher went back to his room and brought a thin wire and a pair of pliers, and told other students to find a thick stick. She tied two broken brooms and sticks together with wire, and then tightened the wire with Gang Qian. Suddenly, all I heard was "Ouch!" With a loud cry, everyone quickly looked at the teacher's hand and saw a purple blood bubble bulging from the teacher's index finger like a balloon. It turned out that when the teacher twisted the wire, he accidentally caught his left finger with a broom. Everyone rushed over and asked the teacher if it hurt. Looking at the students' concerned faces, the teacher flashed a gratified smile on his painful face. Inadvertently, I found her eyes moist.

On another occasion, because our mid-term exam results were not satisfactory, Mr. Gong was criticized by the principal. Many students saw Miss Gong crying in the office, and they all guessed that it was terrible. When the teacher comes to the classroom, he will definitely punish us severely. After class, Miss Gong came to the classroom as usual, with a happy smile on her face, while our hearts kept beating, waiting for the "storm". "Classmates, the teacher sincerely apologizes to you. You failed the exam because I didn't teach well. Please forgive me! " Then the teacher gave us a deep bow, and the sincere and serious expression could never be erased from my mind. Everyone was stunned by the teacher's sudden change. When everyone reacted, everyone shed tears of excitement. "If you still trust me, then let's sum up our experience together. In the next time, * * * will work together to achieve good results. Do you have confidence? " "yes! ! ! ! ! ! "The sound resounded through the whole classroom, the whole teaching building and each of us. After that, the teacher sorted out the correct learning methods for each student, analyzed his own advantages and disadvantages, and overcame the difficulties in learning. In order to live up to the teacher's expectations, everyone was secretly cheering, and it didn't take long for our grades to improve significantly. Sure enough, many things happen. In the final exam, we rewarded Mr. Gong's deep bow with the second excellent result in the county. When Teacher Gong came into the classroom with a happy smile, there was warm applause in the classroom. "Gong teacher, you were laborious. You are our best teacher. We love you forever! " The voice echoed in the classroom for a long time.

This is the teacher Gong in my mind. She has no beautiful appearance, but she has true love that can purify our hearts. Some are Bing Xin's "love is on the left, love is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds at any time and flowering at any time." General feeling.

People say that teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers, like gardeners, water flowers with hard sweat and add knowledge to flowers at all times. Many teachers have taught me. They are very kind and care about their students, but what I like best is Xiang, who is still teaching us Chinese.

She has short curly hair, wears a down jacket with black lace, and carries a red schoolbag full of teaching supplies every time she goes to work. In my heart, she is a gentle, beautiful and loving person. She never scolds us at will. Even if her classmates sometimes make mistakes, she will only patiently educate them to realize their mistakes and warn them not to make them again next time. She won't abuse or discriminate against some students because of their poor grades. She will take time to tutor them after class and arrange for her classmates with good grades to help them.

An incident happened between me and Mr. Xiang, which is still fresh in my memory.

It was a night of self-study. I asked for leave and waited for my father to pick me up at the school gate. But after waiting for a long time, my father didn't come to pick me up, so I had to walk slowly back to the student dormitory with my head down in disappointment. Suddenly a light flashed by me, and then I only heard a "ga". When I looked back, it turned out that Mr. Xiang had just checked out and rode home on an electric car. She is turning her head and asking me, "He Sixing, why haven't you gone back yet?" "My dad hasn't come to pick me up yet." I replied in disappointment. "That, that you get on the bus, I send you back!" Huh? Send me back. No way. No teacher has ever sent me back ... The teacher looked at me with a little hesitation and said, "What, you don't believe in my driving skills?" It's okay. I promise to send you home safely. "After listening to the teacher, I got up the courage to get on her car. Sitting in the car, I was so nervous that I didn't dare to move, because it was the first time I took the teacher's car, and it was dark and the road was uneven. Xiang drove carefully in front of the teacher and told me from time to time to hold on tight and not to fall.

On the way, we have to cross a very narrow bridge. The bridge is actually built by three prefabricated panels, and there are no guardrails on both sides. You should be very careful when you walk on it during the day, let alone at night. In a blink of an eye, we came to the bridge, parked the car by the bridge and said to the teacher, "It's too dark, you go first and get on the bus when I cross the bridge." Talk to the teacher and shine my headlights across the bridge. Later, she also rode across the bridge carefully. Sitting in her car again, I feel much more relaxed. In this way, I was safely sent home by the teacher.

Although it has been a long time, it is still deeply in my mind. I feel very lucky to have such a teacher who always cares about us.

Every teacher has a pair of magical hands. They are holding chalk and taking care of a forest tirelessly.

My English is not very good. If I were a tree, I would be short and small. But one day, I was awakened by the sweet rain and dew, and an industrious gardener irrigated me. And she is my teacher. I still remember myself before: a girl who came to English class without eyes always seemed to bury her head humbly and pray that she would be invisible and she would not find me. It seems funny now, but I was like this before that day.

That Tuesday morning, math class was followed by English class. The word that was silent the day before yesterday? Do you want to say a phrase silently today? Do you want to recite the text in class? Or do you want to explain the topic? ...... I was worried before class. I didn't know that she had sneaked into the classroom, and I didn't know that she was standing behind her at the moment until she said, "XXX, what did you dictate?" I jumped up from my chair, blinked and thought quickly, what have I done? ! "Come with me." She looked at me meaningless and said this. I wanted to slow down at first, but then I thought how could she slow down like me? So I turned to complain about the poor design of the school-the office is too close to the classroom.

Of course, this can only be whispered in my heart. It seemed like an instant. At the destination, she snapped her dictation book out on the table and showed it to me. I still remember the feeling of being wronged at that time, thinking that I had memorized it and it was as good as what was written in the book, but it happened that she made a big cross on it. Maybe I "stared" for too long, or my expression was too weird? She smiled "sloped" and I looked at her puzzled. Is she really laughing? ! Pointing to the notebook, he smiled and asked me, "Do you know what's going on?" I just shook my head and said nothing. She said, "Your writing is good, but it's all mixed up." I suddenly realized that she seemed to be in a good mood, so I bravely said, "teacher, I always make such mistakes and have a poor memory." What should I do? " She pulled me to sit next to her and pointed to "business" and said, "Look here: this is a business where a goose talks to two snakes on the bus." "ah? ! "I let it slip. She patted my hand, blinked and said to me," Look carefully. " After reading it, I smiled. How long have I memorized the word "business" Now she touched me with a joke.

Since then, I have discovered the loveliness of Teacher Zhang more and more. At that time, I wanted to laugh at my fears. After running back to the office several times, I found that she had a habit of correcting homework and writing something in the notebook after correcting one, which made her much slower than other teachers, but later I learned that she recorded the piecemeal growth of everyone in our class, and our English scores rose from poor class to third, second or even first, and every step could not be separated from her efforts.

Teacher, I want to say to you: If we are a tree, you are the best gardener!

Some people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Yes, everyone has a mother, and everyone has received that sweet maternal love. What I want to say is that my class teacher, Mr. Zhu, cares for my classmates in every possible way.

I remember that before the beginning of the third year, the school decided to change our class to a new head teacher. She has big bright eyes on her round face, as if she were talking to us. She giggled and a pair of charming dimples appeared on her lips. She is our new head teacher, Miss Zhu.

A few days ago, several naughty students in my class didn't give her a good look, either talking in class or causing trouble everywhere. I thought Mr. Zhu would give them a hard time, but Mr. Zhu used his spare time to talk with them, listen to their ideas and suggestions, and communicate with them patiently, so that they really realized their mistakes from the heart. After a few months, these naughty classmates seem to have changed.

Teacher Zhu works very seriously and responsibly. She comes to the classroom early every morning and organizes our morning reading and morning exercises. Usually she doesn't talk a lot in every class like other teachers. She attaches great importance to cultivating our self-study ability. Each class only focuses on the key parts of the text and incomprehensible speeches, and the rest of the time leads us to analyze, understand and complete the exercises ourselves. We can ask questions that we can't understand in class in time and discuss them together, which makes our Chinese level improve obviously. Once, strange symbols appeared in a classmate's exercise book, and all the students were laughing. I think it must be Miss Zhu who is looking after her young daughter and correcting our homework!

Teacher Zhu is not only conscientious and responsible in his work, but also cares about every student in his life. Recently, a classmate in the class was ill. Despite his busy work and fatigue, Mr. Zhu went all the way to the hospital to visit him. Without too many words, he made the classmate feel that the teacher cared more about him than about his mother. The classmate's eyes sparkled with excited tears and looked at the teacher for a long time until the teacher left.

Time goes by, but the same thing happens every day: Teacher Zhu is happy for our achievements and anxious for our mistakes. That incident made me deeply feel that Mr. Zhu is a good teacher with a serious face and a caring heart for children, which can't help but make me have infinite love for this hardworking gardener.

Describe the wonderful composition of the teacher. Her clear eyes sparkled with confidence; She exudes enthusiasm in moving conversation; Her sweet smile exudes sincerity. She looks ordinary and quiet, but she is a passionate female teacher with great ambitions for education! She is my Chinese teacher in junior high school, Miss Wang.

When I first met her, she introduced herself skillfully in a sweet voice on the three-foot platform. Her tone is very soft, and a warm current flows into our hearts, as comfortable as the spring breeze. The voice is gentle, but it reveals a unique majesty of teachers. At that time, she said, "Learning Chinese is a long-term thing. You can't get rich overnight. You should have perseverance and don't want to relax. " There is a couplet that says: where there is a will, there is a way; Cross the rubicon, 102 Qin Guan is finally Chu; Hard work pays off; Another 3,000 pieces of armor can swallow Wu. "The teacher's teaching is still deeply branded in my heart and has become my motto for learning Chinese.

Gradually, I have been in contact with the teacher for a long time and found that she is as careful as silk and can always read our psychology; Treat people very kindly and always tolerate other people's mistakes. She makes friends with us and often tells us the sour and sweet stories of her school days like friends. She has amazing eloquence, which is the capital of a Chinese teacher. Sometimes the whole class gets excited, and several impatient students jump up and swear to study hard and revitalize China!

She cares about students, never gives up, and tirelessly instills our knowledge and skills in Chinese; Take pains to guide us to choose the right path; A study of sleepless nights: the reasons for the ups and downs of our grades. In class, she often tells us some anecdotes about language use, which shows us her profound knowledge and extraordinary insight, makes us full of enthusiasm for Chinese and makes us full of expectations for learning.

She doesn't like dressing up, and her dress is not satisfactory. She always wears a monotonous coat with black jeans. Compared with the female teachers of the same age around her, she is less gorgeous and more haggard. We know why she doesn't like dressing up, and why she has that kind of silk that doesn't match her age. Because she takes us too seriously! What she has in mind is a nobler and greater education than dressing up! Her enthusiasm for education, her childlike heart for education and her persistent pursuit of dreams deeply infected us and left an indelible mark on our hearts! Every time I think of her petite back when she concentrates on preparing lessons, and her firm eyes when she concentrates on attending classes, it will inevitably arouse a thousand waves in my heart, full of emotion and meaningful.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." After meeting her, I finally understood the value of this dedication, the true meaning of this spirit, and this unspeakable persistence! She is like a spring silkworm, spitting out precious silk, and she is like a wax torch, burning out the years. For the sake of education, she dedicated her gorgeous face, such as the fleeting time of water, unswerving determination and everything!

The road in front of her is bright, and she herself is the torch to light the road. She also illuminates our road, fills us with confidence and hope, makes us firmly believe that tomorrow will be better, lights our own torch, illuminates the road for more people and gives more people hope.

She is a good teacher. My idea of a good teacher. In her dream, one day, the imperial wind will break through thousands of miles and waves, and make my Yun Fan straight and deep, and the deep sea will be here!