My story composition with my teacher

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a story composition carefully arranged by my teacher and me. Welcome to read the collection.

My story with my teacher 1 In my impression, there are many stories that happened to me, some are happy and some are sad, especially the story between me and my teacher is more colorful, and what moved me most is one thing that happened after the start of school.

At noon that day, the last class was math. Teacher Li put forward two laws. Let's combine these two laws and come to a new conclusion. I think hard, but I can't figure it out. I can only play with these two laws aimlessly. Who knows that Miss Li asked me to answer this question? I suddenly froze and stood up slowly. Teacher Li said seriously, "What's the feeling of combining these two laws into one conclusion?" I was so nervous that sweat as big as a bean appeared on my forehead, like a shell quickly grinding stones into pearls. "I haven't thought of it for so long?" Teacher Li asked me with a tight frown. My classmates' eyes shot at me like quick arrows, which made my back and cheeks burn like fire. Miss Li called another classmate and said, just let me sit down. When I was waiting in line for school, Miss Li called me out and walked behind the queue. My heart is bumping around like a lively rabbit, ready to be scolded. Teacher Li was earnest. I said, "Cenjiayao, how could you do this? You must listen carefully. Think about it, how shameful it is for an excellent student to be criticized ... "I listened, and a burst of sadness welled up in my heart, and my shoulders were numb with cold. Damn tears in my eyes. I smelled it, pretended to wipe the sand off my eyes and secretly wiped it off. Teacher Li has finished, so let me go back to the team. I buried my head very low and dragged my legs back to the team like lead. Students dream of giving me a surprised look like just now. A few days later in math class, I raised my hand and answered a few questions, but others didn't mention them. After school, Miss Li praised me in the team, and my classmates still looked at me, but this time it was envious eyes. My heart is sweet, as sweet as honey

At this time, I suddenly realized the teacher's good intentions: when teaching me, other students will not know; When praising me, I will praise in public, let my classmates know how smart I am, and let other students learn by the way. I took a deep breath, feeling the trees are lush, the air is fresh, and I feel particularly happy.

I and the teacher's story composition 2 come, close your eyes, let's go back to the past.

Strangely, in my memory related to the first day of junior high school, only military training made me cry, and I could never get the summary of A+. I thought this relatively wordless embarrassment would last until I graduated from junior high school, and then I parted ways and rushed to a conclusion. -until the turning point.

I don't remember whether it was grade one or grade two, but I really remember that I was repeating the same mistake that day, making mistakes on the questions I missed, and then the broadcast rang. I went to the office in a fog, and then I was selected as the editor-in-chief of the class magazine by seven people in a fog, and then I have been running it in a fog until now.

But there is no denying that it was the beginning of the improvement of my relationship with Lulu.

Because I am often called downstairs to get the task, I can listen to a sentence or two from time to time. However, it takes a long time to get acquainted. Later, I found out that the building is not as far away from the class teacher as I knew, but the chicken soup is very practical and full of hope for the future.

Speculation can never be excessive. So the whole second day, in addition to the classroom and bathroom, the office has become the place I go most often. Whether you are rejected because the task is not completed, or discuss the details together to determine the task, chatting with the building is just like chatting with your peers. Except occasionally annoying Lulu's class teacher, the conversation is always relaxed and pleasant. Oh, I forgot to say, my summary finally figured out the routine and got an A+. (A++ Please ignore it automatically)

In the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, my good relationship with Loulou made a breakthrough by leaps and bounds and was successfully promoted to a very good level. Reading a brigade for fourteen days is neither too long nor too short, but it is enough to be one of the most important memories of junior high school for three years.

As I said at a class meeting, I missed the first half of my teachers' lives, but fortunately, I had an intersection with their second half. Time is greedy, and sometimes it devours all the details by itself. So before I have these memories, before they still belong to me, I will write them down and tell myself: I have experienced such things before and met such people.

Loulou, years melt fine sand, you should be as young as a flower.

My teacher and I have had many short stories, but I will never forget this story.

I have always been a good student, but I failed the math exam at the end of the second year. I was very depressed, thinking that the image of a good student in the teacher's mind was completely destroyed, God bless; God bless, don't let the teacher lecture me. That night I had a dream that all my classmates were in high spirits with report cards. Beauty is like a flower; I just didn't. But Mr. Tang severely criticized me in front of my classmates with my report card. I regret it, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I am ashamed. After school, the teacher took me to the office and talked a lot. I was shocked to tell the principal. Oh, it was a dream of Conan.

On the day of the report card, my feet were as heavy as lead. When I came to school, my heart was pounding like a rabbit. I thought the teacher would behave like that nightmare. My report card is like a devil torturing me. I opened it nervously. Will it be like that nightmare? Wow! Am I wrong? I rubbed my eyes. Why? I got straight a. There is no blame in the comments, only admiration, appreciation and encouragement. I stole a look at Mr. Tang, and his eyes were so deep that I couldn't figure it out. I thought the teacher forgot my grades, so I didn't care too much.

In the new semester, I was gloriously elected as the class representative. I think maybe the teacher really forgot that when I was secretly happy, I just got full marks in English twice in a row, and I was a little carried away. The teacher's discerning eyes seem to see through everything in the world; Seeing my mood, she lost no time and said earnestly, "Jiang Keyu, it doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the math exam last time. The teacher still likes you. Isn't there a famous saying that winning is not arrogant? " You must learn where to fall.

The story of me and my teacher. The teacher is a bright light, illuminating your future; Teachers are compasses, guiding the future journey; The teacher is an umbrella to shelter us from the wind and rain; The teacher is a candle, giving her youth, giving herself and illuminating us. She is our respected head teacher-Miss Shan.

Teacher Shan is a quiet and beautiful female teacher. She is not tall, with a pair of big eyes embedded in her melon face, and a smooth cherry mouth under her handsome nose.

I remember one afternoon, a friend invited me for his birthday. I went straight to that friend's birthday party without telling my father. Dad was anxious to see me not coming home so late, so he called Mr. Shan and said, "Mr. Shan, my maple leaf hasn't come home yet. What happened? Did you stay? " Teacher Shan said, "No! Why don't I send a message to each parent, or call her close classmates to ask? " Later, I heard that Mr. Shan called from door to door. At half past eight in the evening, after my friend's birthday party, I hurried home. When I entered the door, my father was angry and stared at me. He quickly called Mr. Shan again: "Mr. Shan, I'm really sorry. This girl named Maple Leaf has just come back to trouble you. " Teacher Shan said, "Never mind! Don't scold Maple Leaf when it comes home. After all, everyone makes mistakes! " Teacher Shan's words made me "avoid a bullet that my father really didn't have".

The next day, I entered the school gate. I am afraid of classmates' jokes. I entered the classroom without saying a word for fear that others would notice me. The teacher said earnestly, "maple leaf, don't do this next time, or you will worry your family." You are a good boy! " "The teacher said," Everybody take out your homework, and the teacher will correct it himself. "So, the students took it out and it was my turn soon. I was very uneasy. The teacher seemed to see my mind and said, "Maple Leaf, can you make up your homework at noon or at night and show it to the teacher tomorrow?" I whispered, "good! "At this time, a warm current came to my mind. I secretly made up my mind: I must be a good boy who loves learning and is sensible in the future.

The story between me and my teacher is so real, vivid and warm, which deeply inspires me, gives me confidence and courage, and inspires me to make continuous progress. I will cherish it and make it a shining star in my memory to illuminate me.

I told the story of my teacher's composition 5 about my former tutor, who was a famous math teacher Zhang in the first year of high school. He is not tall, his head is big, his sparse hair is combed with weird spots, his face is dark, his smile is brilliant, and his eyes are shining with wisdom, giving people a feeling of closeness. He always speaks nonstandard Mandarin and says to us earnestly, "This is not good. We have to do this. What if you don't do it? "

During the tense period at the end of the term, my classmates were preparing for the exam, and I was no exception, but I didn't review important Chinese and English like most of my classmates, but reviewed geography. Because I heard that if I failed geography, I would have to retake the second grade, so I tried to memorize geography knowledge. According to teacher Zhang's request, you must go back to class to review at noon. But because recitation needs to make noise, I discussed reciting outside with some friends in other tutoring classes.

We sat under a big tree, tested each other through questions and answers, interspersed with some teasing words, and everyone was very happy. But just as we were in full swing, a black shadow flashed behind me, making my back cold, and then several other students stopped talking. Although it is not good to stare behind me, I understand that "danger" has come and it is useless to dodge, so I slowly turned my head and saw a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face. My brain is spinning rapidly, but my mouth is blocked by a stone-like thing, and I don't know what to say. Teacher Zhang broke this embarrassing situation and the usual smile on her face completely disappeared. She said sternly to me, "Have you forgotten the request? I have to go back to work every noon. What are you talking about? I don't know. The exam is coming soon? See what you can do this time? " I stammered, "Old … teacher, we are reviewing geography." By this time, teacher Zhang's anger had evaporated and dragged me back to the tutor class. I followed in shame, and some friends laughed at me under the tree.

Back in class, I sat in a chair and had no motivation to study. I looked at the willow tree outside the window and thought, "This is not fair at all. I want to complain to teacher Zhang. " So I kept wording, organizing language, and getting up the courage to find Mr. Zhang. Before I could speak, Mr. Zhang said to me preemptively, "It's the end of the term, so just go back to class and review." You can play with your friends for a month during the winter vacation. Do you need these lunches? " If you are reviewing, you can come to class. Is there air conditioning in the room cool? "His expression and tone added a warm element, and my wronged heart calmed down: Teacher Zhang was strict, but it was really for my review to be more effective. Although we review together, the efficiency is definitely not high between talking and laughing.

Through this incident, I really understand a well-meaning teacher. Although those gossips and inculcations are sometimes annoying, teachers who really care about you will think of you, pay for you and cheer for your little progress.

My teacher is the gentlest person in the world. Although he is not tall, his eyes are a little small and he feels lazy, everyone who has known him for a long time knows that he is a responsible teacher and treats his students well.

He is my math teacher. What I like best is the way he speaks in class. When he speaks, he will hold his arm high and write beautiful fonts on the blackboard. Every straight line is straight. He hardly uses a ruler. This straight line is the result of his years of teaching. He is also funny sometimes-sometimes when he is talking, he suddenly asks us, "Where was I?" Sometimes I will deliberately copy a wrong number, miscalculate a very simple question, narrow his small eyes and say, "It's no use getting old." But in fact, we all know that the teacher is intentional-because every time we find the teacher's mistakes, our level will be improved to a certain extent.

He is also my spiritual mentor. As we all know, my poor math performance has become a big worry for me. Every time I hand out papers, I'm really scared. Once I was diagnosed by my unit, I was hiding in a tutor class, and the score was 6 1 point. I was very sad. I couldn't help sobbing when I looked at the cross ring in the basic part of the test paper. Just as I was about to destroy this heartbreaking paper, the teacher came in. I hid the paper behind me and prepared to leave the classroom quickly. The teacher stopped me: "You have made progress this time. Every little progress will be better. " I was surprised and said, "But I only got 6 1 point in the exam. I still count down! " ""What about the countdown? For yourself, progress is enough. "As the saying goes, the teacher told me that he was just hitting himself.

Even the cleverest man is stupid, so is Lao Xu.

My story with my teacher In my life, there are many things, and what happened with Mr. Hu made me unforgettable.

Teacher Hu is proficient in erhu, electronic organ, piano, organ and other musical instruments, and is a good teacher in my heart.

Teacher Hu is not only proficient in many musical instruments, but also humorous.

On one occasion, several of our classmates visited the teacher's house. The teacher gave us grapes to eat, so we had to eat them. We all let the teacher eat the last grape, but the teacher said I ate the least, so I didn't eat it. The teacher peeled the grapes and fed them to me, which almost made everyone laugh.

On one occasion, Mr. Hu gave us a class and asked us to study by ourselves. I went outside and Mr. Hu sat in my seat. When I went back to see the teacher occupying my seat, I squatted on the ground, but I sat on the ground, making the whole class laugh at me.

On another occasion, Mr. Hu taught us to play the piano, and our table creaked incessantly. The teacher said that whoever had a loud desk would shave his nose. Just then, the teacher's desk made a noise. We asked the teacher to shave his nose.

I like Mr. Hu, and I like his humor even more.

Some people say that the teacher is a lighthouse, which illuminates the way forward for us. Some people say that the teacher is like a candle, sacrificing himself to illuminate us. Some people say that the teacher is a hardworking gardener, watering us with his own hard work and sweat. And I think my teacher is like a boat, taking us swimming in the ocean of knowledge.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and before you know it, it's almost the end of the third grade. In these three years, what impressed me the most was the story between me and Teacher Liang.

I remember once in a Chinese class, my classmates were all doing their homework, and so was I. Suddenly I heard Teacher Liang calling my name. I wondered if I had recited the ancient poems wrong, so I hurried up. I didn't expect Mr. Liang to hand me a brand-new book with a smile. I quickly thanked Mr. Liang and felt very happy to be back in my seat. I have been reluctant to put down my new book for a long time. I know this is the result of my efforts, and it is also the credit of Liang.

There have been many stories with Mr. Liang. Another time, I finished my homework carefully in class as usual. Suddenly, Mr. Liang came up to me slowly and said kindly, "This is the meaning of this word, which is different from others." Look at the questions carefully. " After listening to teacher Liang's patient teaching, I also wrote down the meaning of this word deeply. There is another major breakthrough. I'm having breakfast in my seat. Teacher Liang came over with a stack of exercise books and kept saying to me, "Help me correct my dictation." So I put down my breakfast and carefully changed my homework until it was finished and class began. I know that Mr. Liang gave me his homework because he trusted me and had confidence in me, so he was willing to correct it for me. I must not entrust my expectations to the teacher!

Miss Liang, you always teach us to care about us carefully like our big sister. With your care, we can grow better. Thank you, Teacher Liang!

My teacher and I wrote a story article 9, "Looking at Xuanyuan from afar, laughing at the wind, not ruining the scenery, just listening to life, ups and downs, grasping chalk and grasping life."

Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge made many students feel deeply, snuggling in the soft heart of the campus, and all kinds of tastes were in their hearts. The kindness and warmth of the teacher played a hymn in their hearts, touched the heartstrings and made tears drop on the warm campus land.

Teacher Liang doesn't usually read textbooks in class. The text she is going to talk about has already been memorized. She sings as soon as she opens her mouth, writes and gestures as soon as she raises her hand. There is an irresistible charm. Even the students who don't like learning at ordinary times, in the cadence of reading and explaining, also realized the beauty and charm of words.

I still remember when I first entered school, you asked the whole class to write a composition about your first impression of you. Today, you asked us to write a composition about three years of junior high school and your story. Three years ago, I felt ignorant, and my anxiety about that composition surfaced, but the story between us could not be described in words.

In the first few weeks of the first semester of senior one, I guess I didn't fully adapt to junior high school life. I didn't listen to your class for weeks, and you always called me to class. I am a little ashamed of cursing too much, so I set up a flag in my heart: I must concentrate on listening to your lecture for forty minutes in class. From that day on, the number of times you called my name to speak in class also decreased. From then on, I knew how wonderful your class was. Once in class, you told the whole class about your experience as a teacher. What I remember best is that when you were a teacher in Thailand, you lived in a humble teacher's dormitory at night, and there was a gecko half the size of an arm on the wall. You weren't scared, just sleeping as usual. I thought how brave and calm you were. Another time, you misunderstood a female student you made in the past. After you solved the misunderstanding, she cried in your arms once. I was thinking, if I can, I also want to be hugged by you once when I can't tell anyone about my grievances.

Last semester of Senior Two, you set a reward-you can get an A+ if you are good at dictation and homework writing, and you can get an opportunity to avoid homework as long as you collect more than 50. Since then, I have been strict with myself that I must not make mistakes. Another bonus is that I can get a point for writing an exercise for reading modern Chinese. I wrote eight articles that night and came to you in high spirits the next day to get extra points. As I expected, I got 50 points, even more than 50 points. I still remember when you praised me with new eyes.

However, the most urgent thing is always the most beautiful time. You are pregnant, and you must leave us for a while. At that time, I didn't want to mention how uncomfortable it was. The new teacher's class is also very interesting, and my Chinese scores have improved a lot, but I always feel that I am learning Chinese passively. I heard that you came to the stadium with your lovely baby at the sports meeting last semester in Grade Three. At that time, my face was filled with a smile after running, and this warm and soft light dispelled my fatigue. Now, you explain the text cadently on the platform and write your life with three-inch chalk. Next, I listen to your lecture attentively, and this most beautiful time is back. Chalk runs out little by little, leaving behind poems with eternal charm. Let me send a poem to the lovely and respectable teacher Liang and sporadic chalk: "The bridge outside the post is broken, and I admire myself." Dusk is lonely, windy and rainy, and I have no intention of fighting for spring. Everyone is jealous, scattered into mud, crushed into dust, and only smells as good as ever. "

The story of me and my teacher 10 The autumn summer sleeping mat blew through her hair and the sun shone on her cheek. Under the skirt is her slightly bulging belly, and her voice of teaching echoes in the classroom. She always speaks softly and is always gentle and kind to us.

Teacher Liang wrote these four words on the blackboard and patted the chalk dust on the clapping. "Today's daily quiz is about Lesson 4-8. If you are all right as before, you can skip your homework." "Oh, I don't want to write any more. I can't write well anyway." The students sighed under the platform. I collapsed in my chair and watched helplessly as Zhang Xiaobai rolled. Sometimes I have a brainwave. Alas! It's all in this book anyway. Why don't I look through the books? I'm so smart, I thought. So the teacher said that after the start, I quietly stuffed the Chinese book into the drawer while the teacher went to other groups to check. After three turns to confirm that the teacher was not behind me, I carefully opened the Chinese book and tried not to make a sound. I turned to the fourth lesson with trepidation, began to look back at the teacher writing a word, and finally finished a lesson. But the new words in lesson 5 are at the top of the whole book. As the drawer is too small, I can't see it at all. So I bowed my head and adjusted the angle. At this moment, I suddenly felt a chill behind me. People froze in an instant and dared not look back. Teacher Liang passed by me, knocked on my desk and motioned for me to hand in my Chinese book. My hands were full of sweat, so I took out my Chinese book and thought it was over. She will definitely criticize me in front of the whole class! My heart is beating fast and my face suddenly turns red. She took the Chinese book without saying anything. After class, she came to me and said, "physical education class, you can come to my office in the third class later." I nodded and said, "OK." I didn't attend class well in the second period, and I always wanted to go to the office in the future. What should I do? Will she let me copy the contents of the paper? Tell me to copy the contents of the Chinese book? What if she calls my parents or tells the class teacher that it's over? I have guessed countless possibilities in my mind.

There was a ring at the bell Classmate A came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go to physical education class." I shook my head with a bitter face and said, "Please ask the teacher for leave in this class. I want to go to the Chinese teacher's office. " Then I trudged to China's office. I knocked on the door carefully, and the teacher said softly, "Please come in." I gently pushed open the door and saw Mr. Liang sitting on a stool with a red pen and a stack of tall papers on his left. The slightly bulging belly is very conspicuous. I went to her side and she corrected the paper with one hand and said to me, "Why do you copy Chinese books?" My face turned red again, and I faltered and said, "teacher, I'm afraid I can't do it well." But you can't avoid homework. " It is raining outside. After listening to my reasons, she nodded and said not to do this next time, and then took out a blank little white roll. Put it on the table next to you and say, "Write this new paper again." I nodded and sat nervously in the chair next to me. After I finished writing, I handed her the paper. After Liang helped me correct the paper. There are not many mistakes in saying "Look at what you wrote". Let's analyze these wrong questions. "So he pointed to the wrong questions on the small white roll and told me one by one. She looks very serious and has no intention of blaming me at all. Finished the wrong question. She looked at the time and said, "The class will be over soon." I took out a stack of dictation books next to me. I paused and said, "Come and help the teacher correct the dictation book." I thought to myself: the teacher not only didn't scold me, but also asked me to help her correct her dictation book? As soon as the bell rang, she pricked up her ears and told me not to do this next time. I nodded and walked out of the office. The weather outside has cleared up after a light rain. The sun shines on the raindrops. The next day, when testing the small white paper. I am full of confidence, because I did a full mark review yesterday, and my name was included when the teacher announced the full mark student's name. I was very happy and the teacher smiled. She took candy and gave it to students with full marks. I put down the sugar when I was here and said to keep working hard. I nodded, my heart warm.

Besides my parents and classmates, the teacher is the person I contact the most. Over the past three years, regardless of the wind and rain, teachers have been seriously educating us at school. I can't forget the ups and downs I experienced in these three years. Actually, the story between me and Teacher Liang.