My sixth grade teacher's composition

In daily study, work or life, many people write compositions, which can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). So how to write a general composition? The following are nine compositions written by my sixth grade teacher, which I collected for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

In the sixth grade, the teacher's essay 1 was full of hazy memories of childhood. With the passage of time, many things are gradually forgotten by many people, and they can't remember several storms and joys and sorrows. Looking back suddenly, that childish and ridiculous me has turned into a memory and stayed in my mind. In a flash, she has been away for seven years.

She, guess who she is?

She is an angel in my heart. Her life is like a flash in the pan. She! Always pulling me imperceptibly; She! Just like a timely rain moistened my dry land; She! Like a ray of golden sunshine, it gives me warmth and happiness. At the same time, she is a towering tree that holds up a blue sky for me, and it is also a big umbrella to shelter from the wind and rain. She is the brightest star in the sky now. How many times when I was sad and disappointed, I looked at the star thousands of miles away from me, but it was close at hand. She always blinks as if she were smiling at me. As I watched, Miss Xiao's familiar face appeared, and I heard her say, "Son, it's not a matter of success or failure. Don't be arrogant in winning, don't lose! " That is, she dried the helpless and cold tears on my face, brought me a naive smile, took away my sadness and haggard, inserted plump wings for me, and let me soar in the sky of knowledge.

She is my first teacher-Miss Xiao. I remember when I was a child, you said that my voice was crisp and beautiful. You know what, teacher? I miss song for you so much. Because of this, I always love a song-"Lilac". Do you know Mr. Xiao? Do you know how sad I was when I found that your hair was dyed white with chalk and your wise forehead was run over by years? When I know that you have left me, my heart rolls in the depths.

I want to go over mountains to find your footprints. I folded my hope into a boat. I hope you can hear the words on the boat.

My teacher's sixth grade composition 2 The teacher is a thick dictionary to correct your "typo"; The teacher is a strict ruler, urging you all the time; A teacher is an encyclopedia, telling you everything he knows. My favorite teacher is Miss Lu, a Chinese teacher in primary school.

One-meter-seven tall, with messy hair, draped over his shoulders, oblique bangs hanging over his forehead, wearing a pair of glasses, revealing a pair of deep eyes, a high nose and a glib mouth, and a real Sichuan "female man" under the glasses frame.

The first time I saw Mr. Lu, it was the cleaning before school started. Walking into the class gate, a teacher stood straight in front of the door in a white T-shirt, jeans and canvas shoes, exuding a youthful vitality everywhere. "Hello, teacher!" I said loudly. Teacher Lu smiled at me and touched my head. Suddenly I feel that Teacher Lu is like a "big sister", kind and gentle.

Teacher Lu's teaching method is novel and unique. During class, the classroom atmosphere is very active. Teacher Lu often asks students to teach some extracurricular knowledge and entertain and entertain. I remember once, when studying the text "Truth is Born after a Hundred Question Marks", when talking about Professor Xie Piluo finding problems from the whirlpool of bathing, Teacher Lu asked: "Are we in the northern hemisphere or the southern hemisphere in China?" "Northern Hemisphere!" This loud voice came out of nowhere and seemed firm in this answer. Teacher Lu looks subtle and seems to be trying. We were at a loss for a moment. A classmate hesitated and raised his hand high. "Well, you!" Teacher Lu called the roll, and the students vividly said, "I think it's in the southern hemisphere, because …" At this time, I already had the answer in my heart. Hearing this, I gave a sloped smile. Teacher Lu turned his head and said, "Zou Ting, you say." "Well ... I think it's in the northern hemisphere ..." The whole class was silent, and my answers were right and wrong, which was confusing. "Actually Zou Ting's answer is right ..." Teacher Lu said casually. The big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

On weekends, Teacher Lu takes time to invite students to visit Hunan University and Yuelu Mountain. While playing, Teacher Lu will also tell us some historical stories and cultural knowledge. In the process of climbing Yuelu Mountain, she gushed, and we listened carefully. She told us that "going up the mountain is easy, but going down the mountain is difficult". When going up the mountain, Teacher Lu sang two poems from time to time. Looking back now, that day was very fulfilling, both playing and learning.

You were in hospital this Mid-Autumn Festival. Hearing the news, my eyes filled with tears. On National Day, I invited several primary school students to visit you together. I'm sorry to see you haggard after the operation. You are still you, as always, tell us with a smile. I held back my tears, forced a smile and listened to your story. I also shared my junior high school life.

My teacher, Miss Lu, I love you!

Goodbye, my alma mater, next year, I will be sent to a new school-junior high school. You have been with me for six years, but I will leave soon, my teacher, my classmates, and my carefree time. Goodbye, my teacher. You are an industrious gardener who waters me with wisdom every day. Although you are strict, I don't complain at all. Although you are very strict, sometimes you will laugh when you see our funny places. Teacher, we never think you are fierce. You give us lessons every day, explaining the details and what we don't understand carefully. When class is over, you always come from the office to see if we are fighting, lest we get hurt. You try to correct our homework in the office every day. You have plenty of time to rest, but you tell us what we don't understand during your rest time, just to let us have a good future. Goodbye, my teacher, I will remember your teachings.

Goodbye, my classmate. We have been through ups and downs for six years, but we will leave here soon and go our separate ways. Remember when we quarreled over a trifle? Remember our little quarrel between classes? Remember when you comforted me when I was hurt? Remember when we talked about our troubles together? Remember when I was bullied, you were always the first to help me? Remember our joys and sorrows together? In these six years, our hearts have been connected, but we are about to leave, go to a new environment and make new friends. Goodbye, my classmates, I will always remember the wonderful time we spent together.

Goodbye, my alma mater, I won't forget you.

My teacher's composition in Grade 6, Grade 4. I want to thank many of my teachers! Because of them, my lessons have made great progress!

First of all, I want to thank Mr. Huang, who taught me in my first or second grade. The teacher is very kind, often unable to teach people in certain subjects, and the teaching speed is very slow. The purpose is to make those who can't keep up hurry up.

Then, my first-year and second-year teachers, Amy and Jiang, were very good in my first year. Thanks to the guidance of Qiu Rong and Amy, I won the first place in Grade Two with a high score of 100 in both Chinese and math.

And my third and fourth grade teacher, Mr. Lu. The teacher teaches quickly, but those who can't keep up will stop and wait. Teachers often say that Class One, Grade Three and Class One, Grade Four are training courses. I am very grateful to the teacher. In the teacher's mind, 93% of the composition score is already full. Our Class 41 is lively and active, and we can get a high score of 93 plus 1. Also, because of the teacher, my composition ability has been greatly improved.

Teacher Yang, the last fifth grade teacher, has dropped to more than 80. Because of Teacher Yang, I got the highest score. I got a perfect score of 400 in Chinese, 98 in math, 94 in English, natural 100, with a total score of 392, and won the fourth place in the whole school!

I am very grateful to these teachers, who have brought any of my achievements to the highest point. Thank you! Thank you. I really thank these good teachers. Without them, my grades will never be as good as those in the top five! Thank you teachers!

My teacher's sixth grade composition 5 During my five-year study career, many teachers have taught me, my teacher. However, what impressed me the most was my Chinese teacher Wang Yunxia, who taught me 1 to the third grade. Her voice and face are smiling. Even every subtle movement has made me unforgettable!

She has an oval face in Zhang Xiuqing, elegant and beautiful long hair, as long and beautiful as Lushan Waterfall. A pair of blue-rimmed glasses on the straight bridge of the nose is quite philosopher's demeanor.

I remember when the school started, we looked left and touched right and walked into the spacious, bright and clean classroom of Class 1 (3). In this place, you watered the seeds of our ignorance with hard sweat. In this place, my academic performance is improving day by day, and in this place, your wrinkles are increasing one by one.

I still clearly remember that in the first grade, my handwriting was crooked, not like calligraphy, but like a group of monkeys dancing. However, the composition I wrote at that time was great and was often praised by teachers. Once, I took part in the school composition competition, and I did well on the field. Nine times out of ten, it is no problem to win a gold medal. What I never expected was that the teacher who graded the papers saw my ugly handwriting and didn't read it word for word. I gave this carefully conceived composition an unexpectedly low score. Of course, I lost my name in Sun Shan. Teacher Wang takes this opportunity to educate me. She said to me, "First of all, we should form the structure and shelf of words in our minds. Secondly, think about the proportion, and then pay attention to the brush strokes. Only in this way can a good word be formed. Although it was difficult at first, I got used to it after writing for a long time. "

Teacher Wang also told me the story of Wang Xianzhi: "Wang Xianzhi is the son of Wang Xizhi, a famous calligrapher. This father and son are called "two kings" in history. Once he asked his father how to write. Wang Xizhi pointed to eight large water tanks outside the courtyard and said,' You can become a calligrapher as long as you dye the water in these eight large water tanks with the water from the ink washing table.' Later, Wang Xianzhi did it. Finally, he became a generation of calligraphers. "Teacher wang's earnest lure made me wake up from a rude awakening. Later, after I practiced hard day after day, I finally wrote a good hand.

Miss Wang, you are my lifelong mentor.

My sixth grade teacher's composition. She has brown hair and beautiful talking eyes. As soon as we sit up straight, her eyes will cast a approving look; As soon as we couldn't solve the problem, she gave an encouraging look; When we were naughty, she cast a serious look, glib, read the text vividly and spoke beautifully. Do you know who such a beautiful teacher is? She is our Chinese teacher-Miss Gong.

Teacher Gong teaches well. Every time we learn a new word, Miss Gong tries her best to teach us to remember, sometimes draw pictures, and sometimes tell us the origin of the word. Speaking of the word "Dai", as soon as we wrote it, it was either less or more, so Teacher Gong taught us a formula: "Local prefix, waist, * * * production party, carrying broadsword". After teaching this formula, everyone cheered. Since then, we have never missed it.

Teacher Gong not only cares about our study, but also cares about our health. After class, Miss Gong is like a big sister who teaches us games. She taught us bungee jumping, only to see her jump "Wang Erxiao", her feet jump in like the original "grass", her right leg points behind the rope, and then jump in. The light footsteps are like dancing.

This is the Chinese teacher, who cares not only about our study, but also about our health. I like her. Do you like her?

There are many teachers who taught me in the sixth grade. Among them, I want to thank Mr. Zhu, who taught me Chinese in my third grade.

Teacher Zhu is very beautiful. Under her curved eyebrows, there are beautiful talking eyes. When she smiles, two dimples appear on her cheeks.

Teacher Zhu is very kind to each of us. In my eyes, she is both a knowledgeable teacher and a kind mother. I remember one time, my composition was not well written and I was a little discouraged. Seeing that other students scored higher than me, I felt sad and wanted to cry. Teacher Zhu found me with careful eyes. She came up to me and asked me softly, "What's the matter? It doesn't matter if you are discouraged because you didn't do well in the exam. Tell the teacher the truth. " So, I blushed and said to Teacher Zhu, "Teacher, my writing level is not good. Can you help me? " The teacher nodded and took me to her office, and took out some excellent compositions for me to take home. The teacher also asked me to extract the beautiful words and phrases in it, and then imitate the writing, using the good words and sentences in it, but don't copy them. I did as the teacher said, and sure enough, my composition level improved slowly, and I won the second prize in the national composition competition!

Teacher Zhu not only cares about my study, but also cares about our health all the time, just like a kind mother.

I remember one time, I was not feeling well and threw up all over the floor in class. When the students saw it, they hurried to report to Teacher Zhu. After a while, Teacher Zhu came to my side, touched my forehead, and asked my classmates to cover my vomit with some yellow sand and help me clean it up personally. Then the teacher helped me to the office, poured me a cup of hot water, let me drink a few mouthfuls, picked up the phone and dialed my father's phone, asking him to take me to the hospital. When I hung up the water, I heard Teacher Zhu ask my mother about me. At that time, there was a warm current in my heart, and tears swirled in my eyes.

Thank you-Teacher Zhu, I will always remember your earnest teaching!

My teacher's sixth grade composition 8 grew up, and we will meet many teachers in our life. These teachers have their own characteristics, some are gentle, some are serious and some are humorous. .....

My favorite teacher is our head teacher, Miss Tang. The teacher has been with us since the fourth grade of primary school. The teacher is beautiful, of medium height, thin, with bright black hair and a pair of kind and bright eyes embedded under curved eyebrows.

The teacher is a gentle and cautious person, and treats us like our own children, which makes us feel very kind. The teacher speaks so vividly that the students all like to attend her class. The teacher is meticulous and responsible for our study. Every assignment will be marked and checked, and problems will be carefully explained when found. The students respect her very much.

If we don't behave well in our study, the teacher will get angry occasionally. A few days ago, during our last text, a classmate who didn't listen carefully was seen by the teacher and severely criticized him, because it was rare to see the teacher so angry. At that time, we were also shocked. After that, the teacher continued the class, and the students' wonderful answers made the teacher feel very satisfied.

This is our head teacher-Miss Tang. I will never forget you.