My third grade teacher's composition.

In life, work and study, many people have written essays. With the help of prose, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are eight compositions written by my third grade teacher. Welcome to share.

My teacher is 1. My Chinese teacher is Miss Zheng. Her eyebrows are thick and short, her eyes are big, her nose is high, and her mouth is a little thick and chubby. Said she was strict, not strict. Say she is gentle, not gentle. Why do you say that? Let's have a look.

The familiar class bell rang that day. Mr. Zheng walked into the teacher on time with a pile of homework and began to find out who had not handed in his homework. Teacher Zheng asked all the students who didn't hand in their homework to stand up, and then at least ten people stood up and walked silently to the podium, looking like dead people. Teacher Zheng began to check the unfinished homework one by one, and as a result, there were a lot of unfinished or unfinished homework. Teacher Zheng is very angry and his face is getting ugly. Finally, Mr. Zheng's face was even uglier than a volcanic eruption, which almost scared me to death. The expression almost eats people. After that, all those people can't avoid frying meat with bamboo shoots. The scene is terrible!

However, when Mr. Zheng was in class, he changed a scene. When he talked about class, he was as happy as a smiling baby, not as serious as he was just now. Speaking of the wonderful part, every story can make us happy, and some students know that he can't stand straight. I think Mr. Zheng is like a bisexual, with a good temper and a bad temper, which makes people unpredictable.

Although Miss Zheng has a strange temper, she is one of the best in other aspects. She will tell us many stories. Every time she talks about the wonderful part in class, she will tell us her experience and what she heard. It seems that she lives more than we eat.

Teacher Zheng's seriousness is reflected in his appearance, but his gentleness is in his heart. Everything she is doing now is for our future, for our better life in the future, for a foothold in this society, for finding a good job, for future happiness, and for making our future road simple enough not to be full of bumps. Here I want to say: thank you, Mr. Zheng.

My teacher's third grade composition 2 "The silkworm will weave until it dies in spring, and the candle will cry the wick away every night." This famous saying describes a teacher. Some people say that the teacher is the bright big dipper in the sky, guiding us; Some people say that teachers are hard-working gardeners, tirelessly cultivating us; Some people say that the teacher is a tree in the sky, guarding us saplings. However, no matter what kind of teachers are, they always try their best to do what they should do.

Three-foot platform, teacher's stage. They planted the seeds of literature in our young hearts with their hands that have been baptized by years and written countless chalk characters. She takes root, germinates, blooms and bears fruit in our hearts, constantly enriching our hearts. We are like saplings. Under the careful care of teachers, we enjoy the sweet spring of knowledge and grow up slowly. Tao Xingzhi put it well: come with a heart and go without a grass. Indeed, every teacher teaches with a warm heart, asking for nothing in return, just to make students contribute to the motherland in the future. Only in this way can all teachers in the world be praised by the world.

Teacher, teacher, you are a selfless street lamp, we are passers-by; You are a lush leaf, and we are delicate flowers; You are a great mother and we are your children. Teacher, you teach and educate people, selfless dedication, peaches and plums all over the world. You have achieved great things, and you have achieved generations of talents. Idioms that praise people can no longer praise you. You by going up one flight of stairs. On selflessness, you should be the first. On public morality, the first is you. Teachers all over the world are immortals sent by heaven, with pure hearts and no distractions, and they are tireless in teaching and educating people. The idiom "teaching people tirelessly" is the best way to describe teachers. Teacher, teacher, I praise you.

Teacher, in order to live up to your cultivation, I want to remember a simple truth you taught me: how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Teacher, when our factory director is a towering tree and a pillar of the motherland, we will never forget your kindness to our education, even if it is only a drop of water. Teacher, I sincerely praise you again. You left your most beautiful smile to this beautiful world and to us. We will travel everywhere and leave your smile anywhere in the world. Teacher, teacher, I praise you.

My teacher is an engineer of the human soul. They have cultivated seedlings one after another and trained groups of outstanding talents. My teacher is a conscientious teacher, a great and ordinary teacher.

I remember that day, we were waiting for the teacher to come to class. Suddenly, a loud voice outside the door broke the silence. Looking at the teacher's latosolic red face and vicissitudes of skin color, I know that the teacher has a high fever. Look out the window again, lightning and thunder, the wind is blowing like a black pot, and the sky is getting heavier and heavier, as if it were going to collapse. There was another loud noise, the sky was cut, the rainstorm poured down like a waterfall, and the raindrops shot at the earth like bullets ... Sorry, classmates, I was late today. Excitement, love ... all welled up in my mind. The teacher took out his textbook, wrote on the blackboard and told us about the class. She has a smile on her kind face, and her kind voice warms us like a mother ... It rains cats and dogs outside the window, but the classroom is full of warmth. After class, I recited the text next to the teacher and accidentally saw that the teacher's hands had been corroded by white chalk ash. Thus, a kind of respect arises spontaneously in my heart. This is exactly what you have paid for us.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze, as sweet as a clear spring; Your teacher's love is the greatest, most sacred and most selfless love in the world.

This is our teacher: a conscientious teacher, a great and ordinary teacher!

The teacher mentioned my English teacher, which is beyond description in a few words.

She is fat and dark, and her skin can be regarded as that kind of healthy color, which has a lot to do with where she grew up-she comes from the Philippines and can't speak a word of Chinese. But it also looks like China.

Oh! I forgot to introduce her. She is not a teacher in our school. I know her myself! Maybe you will be surprised: the world is so big, how can you know a foreigner who doesn't even know a little Chinese?

Actually, she and I are predestined friends. The first time we met was in Lingda Foreign Language School, where they were enrolling students. The first time I saw her, I thought she was very comfortable to look at, so I took the initiative to talk to her. Unexpectedly, I used my little knowledge of English to communicate with her. Although it is a simple question, I am still very happy, because in the process of communication, I introduced her to the customs of China and Xinjiang, and I am proud to introduce her to beautiful women.

The next day, perhaps because of the fate of the birthday! We also appreciate each other. In her class, it is always me who asks questions, and it is also me who is often praised by her in English, so we gradually get to know each other. Sometimes I teach her some daily Chinese, but it's really difficult for her, just like we learn English. I remember once, when I taught her "good morning", she didn't understand what it meant. I explained it for a long time, but she still didn't seem to understand. Later, I asked her in English, "Have you eaten?" I asked her to answer in Chinese, but she looked at me blindly and said, "Good morning!" " In this way, many jokes broke out between us. Later I learned that if she wants to learn a Chinese sentence, she must explain it to her in English first. In this way, under my "coercion", she can speak a few words of Chinese! She is very clever, and will find some clever doors, such as remembering my name! She never remembers. Suddenly one day, she can read. Although it is unclear, it is understandable. She is very happy. She said that if you remember mutton, you can remember Yang Rui. This is easy to remember. I can't laugh after listening to it, but I admire her cleverness.

We are always happy together. She is only nine years older than me. When we play together, I can even call her sister. I taught her Chinese and she taught me English. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? It's worthwhile to make such friends!

But we can't speak each other's language fluently. When we want to express a slightly difficult sentence clearly, sometimes we stutter for a long time, which leads to the other party's incomprehension and even misunderstanding. Therefore, I am determined to learn English well.

English is very useful to us, because China is a developing country, and it is strengthening its ties with other countries. By then, society will certainly have close ties with other countries. What if there is no language barrier?

I like my English teacher! I prefer foreign teachers who are so smart and give me such great inspiration!

My teacher is on my balcony, and you stand there quietly, as quiet as a pool, without any publicity. You don't have the charm of roses, the freshness and elegance of jasmine, and the prosperity of sunflowers. You are a young morning glory seedling.

At first, your arrival was accidental. Was it blown by the wind? Was it thrown here by a bird? We all know nothing.

After you sprouted a small bud, I finally came across you in a watering. Green shoots are like newborn babies. They hurt when touched. I looked at you affectionately and poured you some water carefully.

Later, I accidentally forgot your existence. I didn't realize how time flies until one day your stripes were wrapped around the railing! I can't imagine how difficult and tortuous life is for a tender and fragile bud without anyone to take care of it. You must have experienced a lot of ridicule, stone obstruction, and embarrassment of your companions. But you still don't give up, don't give up hope, don't give up yourself. At this moment, when my eyes returned to you, I found that your green was brighter. Because I know that your green is full of tears of your struggle, and you have more natural beauty than the flowers in the greenhouse.

What your flowers told me also inspired me:

It's midsummer, and it's a great opportunity for you to show yourself. It must be full of colorful flowers! I propped up my head and couldn't help thinking of the morning glory in the photo. You should also be full of flowers! However, under my expectation, you only have six flowers. I'm very disappointed, but I'm still waiting for you to talk.

One morning, I walked home and inadvertently looked up and saw your flowers-you blossomed! I'm a little surprised. I rushed over without taking off my shoes. You are like a child who has eaten sugar, happy and satisfied. The breeze caresses your flowers, and the flowers sway slightly in the wind. You face the sun and confidently blow those six "horns", as if singing the joy of life.

Somehow, I remembered the morning glory in those photos. Although those flowers are dazzling, they lack a clean elegance. And although your flowers are few, they give people a kind of indifference. Your step by step, blossom in turn, no hurry, no impatience, more indifferent than that prosperity and splendor.

Although you are just an ordinary morning glory, you have benefited me a lot. Although you are not my teacher, you are better than a "teacher".

My teacher's third grade composition 6 I'm in the third grade now. Let's talk about the teachers of these four main courses for the time being, not to mention the teachers of music, body and body.

Let's start with our Chinese teacher. He gives lectures with grace and speaks standard Mandarin. When learning classical Chinese, teachers often recite the text aloud, which makes people immersive. Teacher China is sometimes humorous. When speaking the text, he always uses an idiom to express the central idea of the article, which gives people the feeling of being knowledgeable.

Math teacher. She is good at giving lectures by looking at her classmates' faces. Sometimes she finds that her classmates are tired of listening and says, "Are you sleepy? Then open the door and let it breathe! " At this time, the whole class is like a different person, looking up at the blackboard and continuing to listen carefully.

English teacher. Her lecture is very detailed, even a small part of it, and she has to make it clear. After the speech, I will ask, "Will everyone?" At this time, the students shouted: "Yes!" Sometimes when you say "no", the English teacher will say it again until everyone knows it, and never let go of any difficulty.

Physics teacher. This is also a humorous teacher. When he was in class, if he saw that his classmates were sleepy, he shouted "Stop lecturing!" " "At this time, students will follow the input, and the classroom will be chaotic. At this time, the physics teacher shouted again: "This is a class!" So the students who were booing were no longer silent, and all the students in the classroom were full of energy.

Teachers teach us knowledge, let us know the world and society, and let us learn how to be human. Teachers are great and selfless at the same time. Here, I sincerely shout: thank you, teacher!

My Teacher's Grade Three Composition 7 What impresses me most now is my sixth grade Chinese teacher, Mr. Wu Hongjuan.

My junior high school teacher is over 40 years old and has some white hair on his head. On the outside, she seems serious, but if you get in touch with her, you will know how amiable she is. But what I admire most is her 100% serious attitude. She is very demanding of our school. She wants us to do everything to achieve the goals that others want to achieve, so at first everyone thought she was nagging and picky. But in fact, if she was not so serious, how could I improve my careless learning attitude at that time?

On one occasion, the teacher carefully corrected the homework on the podium. Just as her eyes lit up, "Xiao Liu, come up," a powerful voice came to me. I paused and thought: the homework must have been torn by the teacher. Walk with heavy steps. "Liu, how do you write the word" Le "crooked? Didn't I warn you? " The teacher said to me seriously. I must go on with a clear conscience. From then on, I was careful with every word. Because of this, the teacher taught me another principle of being a man: always take everything seriously.

Teacher, teacher, such a conscientious teacher, although she no longer teaches me, his impression will never fade in my mind! ! !

My teacher heard of Grade Eight in Grade Three. There is a math teacher who teaches well, has a relaxed class, does not have much homework after class, but is good at procrastinating. I never thought I could be his student, and the placement in grade three "achieved" me.

Because I didn't have much contact with him in the past, in my memory, only some students vaguely described him: chubby, with a big face and small eyes, and his name was Fan.

In the first math class, he walked into the classroom "step by step", holding the blackboard in his right hand and some teaching AIDS in his left hand, and walked steadily to the podium. To tell the truth, my first feeling when I saw him was that I couldn't help laughing. He is really fat, his eyes are pitifully small, and he seems to be used to staying up late, and his bags under his eyes are big and red. Everything on him seems so fat that even my fingers make me feel like freshly baked sausages.

His class is really much easier than my former math teacher, and it also rekindled my interest in math. I always find it interesting when he is in class. When studying the chapter of "circle", he always called "⊙o" the center of the circle, and then his mouth, which was not too big, became more pocket-sized. Not to mention his lovely appearance, we are deeply impressed by his painting skills alone. Many teachers can draw a standard circle on the blackboard with compasses, but Teacher Fan never draws a circle with compasses, but he can draw a perfect circle. This is enough for us to admire him, so that several activists in our class tested his circle with compasses after class. Teacher Fan's blackboard writing is also very distinctive. There is always space between two lines. It seems that he wants to leave some space for his writing.

With teacher Fan's "careful planning", we can extend each math class for a period of time. After meeting him, I finally understood the true meaning of "procrastination": "procrastination" is because the teacher is too good at "talking".

After placement, we always unconsciously compare our present teachers with our former teachers. What's more, it doesn't make sense to compare the shortcomings of the current teacher with the advantages of the previous teacher, does it? I think you will be safe when you come. Besides, isn't Teacher Fan quite good?