Tell the truth, the teacher writes.

Telling the truth, the composition of five teachers

With the rise of social networks, more and more people like to publish stories and share their personal lives with relatives and friends. Then the problem is coming. What is the meaning of low-key luxury? The following are five teacher's compositions carefully arranged by me. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

Tell the truth teacher composition 1 Six years of primary school life is over, and how much I can't bear to part with everything there makes me even more reluctant to part with my amiable teacher Li.

Teacher, you taught me to love my motherland and people; You taught me math and Chinese. You are like a diligent gardener, pruning, cutting leaves and fertilizing these saplings, so that we can grow into strong saplings.

Teacher, I will never forget it. I wonder if you remember? In the second grade, there was a math exam. I thought the topic was very simple, so I wrote it with a brush. But when it comes to the last question, I can't do it. I'm scratching my head. I'm sweating. How can I not worry! I got 100 several times before, but I can't get 100 this time. How can I see Li Nainai when I get home? I read the test question over and over again, remembering that this question is an example of a book, so I frowned and thought that reading the textbook would be fine! My heart is pounding. Well, anyway, just peek this time and never look again. You were standing in front of me when I was about to copy the answers to the test paper. I thought you would severely criticize me and give me a zero. You will definitely kick me out of the classroom and invite my parents ... I dare not think about it any more. But you still looked at me kindly as usual, as if to ask, "Are you doing the right thing?" Then he walked away quietly. I'm so anxious that I'm not in the mood to copy the answers.

After class, you asked me to sit opposite you and said to me softly and slowly, "Be sure to produce our real grades, not false scores." Correct your mistakes and don't do such a thing in the future. "At that time, although I didn't fully understand what you said, I kept it in my mind word by word. Later, I shed tears, and I clearly saw that your eyes also contained crystal tears.

Teacher, I will remember this life!

Teacher, please rest assured that no matter where I go in the future, I won't embarrass you. Because of the command post on your head, because of the wrinkles on your face, it will always appear in my mind, forever, forever. ...

Tell the truth, the teacher's composition 2 "Little boy, he seldom worries, he looks around happily …" Every time I hear this song, I get angry. Who says a boy has no troubles? Who says childhood is beautiful? In the eyes of adults, we are all very happy, so we don't have to worry about cooking, cooking and going to work! Actually, our children have a lot of troubles. For example, at school, we have a lot of homework and exercises. When we get home, we must finish the homework assigned by our parents. Sometimes you can't sleep until 10. You also said that we should go to bed early. Is this really possible? This is why our children like holidays. Alas! But do adults know?

The word "homework" is familiar to all students, but students will feel uncomfortable when they hear it. How come... In my opinion, teachers should bear the greatest responsibility.

We attend class seriously every day, and we have to deal with a lot of homework when we get home, so we have little time to arrange our own affairs. Take myself as an example: Originally, my after-school life was very rich. I admire my cousin for playing chess and basketball, my cousin teaches me to play the piano, my cousin teaches me to sketch, and so on ... I will also find time to read, write, listen to music and publish my works and novels online. However, my recent study has made it impossible for me to stop publishing my composition. Without online study, my grades began to decline, and my parents were often afraid that my grades would fall to the bottom, so they insisted on cutting off all the time for playing chess, basketball, piano and sketching, and assigned me the task of writing papers and reciting.

At this moment, our hearts have been locked. Every day, we are like a caged bird. The cage is in the hands of the teacher in the morning and the parents at night. Every day, we either have classes or do our homework. Turn the pen in your hand at any time and say "brush brush-".

The Ministry of Education has long said that it will reduce the burden on students, but have you "reduced the burden"? We are all young students in the 20xx era! I'm in a state of terror during the day. I'm so nervous. I usually don't have time to participate in my favorite activities, and the submission has been terminated. The more I sleep at night, the less I can sleep. I always yawn in class. I don't understand what you are saying. I often pretend to understand. Of course, my grades will drop. I hope you won't let us students get caught up in the whirlpool of homework again.

Talking from the Heart Teacher Composition 3 Some people say that you are a silkworm, and you can't spit out endless love until you die. Some people say that you are a candle, shed the last tear and light up the dawn. Dear teacher, I want to say to you: you are the cultivator of three feet of land, you are the disseminator of human culture, and you are the greatest and most amiable person in my heart.

How much love you have given us! I remember once, when I was in class, I found my head uncomfortable. You walked by me, and I looked up with difficulty. "Teacher ... I ... head ..." Before I finished, you quickly bent down and asked with concern, "What's the matter? Are you feeling sick? Do you have a headache? " (See me covering my head, you can guess the clue) Reach out and touch my forehead, "Ah, a little fever! Come, go to the office with the teacher and rub some medicine. " You took me to the office, rubbed my medicine, drank water and called my parents to pick me up. Seeing your nervous and busy appearance and feeling your concern for me, I seem to feel that my head has stopped hurting. Thank you teacher!

Another time, in class, I was distracted and whispered to my classmates. You found me. You asked me to answer questions by name. I stood up, my mind was blank and I didn't know what to say at all. Of course, the answer is wrong. The whole class smiled at me, and I was ashamed. Thought: this is terrible, the teacher will definitely repair me. I didn't expect you to just say "sit down and think about it!" " "After class, you called me to the office. I thought this disaster was coming. As a result, you gently said to me: "Learning depends on self-awareness. The teacher hopes that you will be an conscious student in the future. "After that, you can teach me the question I didn't understand just now. My face turned red, and since then, I have never played truant in class.

Dear teacher, your love is great and selfless. I will study hard and give you a surprise.

Talking from the Heart Teacher Composition 4 Teacher Lin, I want to talk from the heart with you.

Here's the thing. I have a Chinese class today. You have something to do. Let me go to the podium to read the text. After I finish reading, let the students read aloud. Seeing Li Jinhang not only not reading, but also talking to others, I strode over and stopped him. Unexpectedly, when I walked to Li Pengwei's desk, I tripped over his outstretched foot. I happened to fall on the spilled ground and fell into the mud. The students burst into laughter after seeing it. I was so embarrassed, my face was burning and tears were rolling in my eyes. But at that moment, if Mr. Lin stood by me, he wouldn't want me to be intimidated by the immediate setbacks. This is class time, and I can't let my emotions affect everyone's study. I suddenly calmed down, calmed down, stood up, wiped the mud on my body and continued reading the text.

If this happened in the second or third grade, I would cry in despair and even break into a furious rage. But now, I hold back, I have overcome my weakness, I can take care of the overall situation, and I am really happy for myself. I think one of the main reasons is that teacher Lin has trained and exercised our character and made me strong. So I want to say to you sincerely: "thank you, teacher!" " "

Talk from the Heart Teacher's Composition 5 Teacher, you cultivate us like a gardener, like a little flower. Teachers are like the brightest big dipper in the sky, pointing out the direction for us; Teachers are like the coolest spring in the mountains, watering our saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Teachers are like a lush leaf, caring for our future flowers and bones with their powerful bodies.

Every time you help us revise our composition, you are always so careful. You added a lot of red words to our composition book, just like adding new clothes to us.

Teacher, you are like my second mother. My mother is teaching me and my teacher is teaching me. The teacher brought us to a different world.

Whenever I mention the teacher, something I will never forget will appear in my mind-I have a strong self-esteem and I will be able to do what others can do! But it is precisely because of this that the following happened.

I lost the 20xx Children's Day Dance Trial, but my sister was elected. I am sad. Every time my sister is called to rehearse, I secretly cry in the classroom, hide under the covers when I get home, and cry and fall asleep. "June 1st" is coming. My sister and I arrived at school early. My sister was asked to put on makeup. I cried secretly in the classroom again, for fear of being seen by others. I tried my best not to let my tears stay.

But when my sister was ready to go on stage, I couldn't help crying when I saw her wearing a beautiful skirt and wearing delicate makeup. I didn't expect this scene to be seen by Teacher Han. The teacher hugged me, enlightened me carefully, reasoned with me, encouraged me and praised me.

Teacher Han, your words moisten my heart like dew in spring. I will never forget this June 1 day. I will always remember Mr. Han's eyes and hugs. Yes, the teacher took us to the vast ocean like a helmsman; A teacher is like a warm cup, putting warmth in our hands; Teachers are like fragrant and beautiful flowers, which make our way forward full of fragrance.

I want to say to the teacher loudly: "teacher, I love you, teacher, you have worked hard!" " "