Beautiful prose about writing calligraphy [about describing teachers]

White chalk is a tool used by teachers to enrich our brains, and the handwriting it writes enriches our brains. The following is my beautiful prose about describing the teacher, hoping to inspire you.

I studied for six years and changed countless math teachers, while Chinese teachers changed only two in six years.

My previous Chinese teacher only taught me until the second grade, and then he transferred to another school. The Chinese teacher behind is also transferred from other schools.

When I first met her, she was wearing a cap, slim, with wrinkles on her face and her hair hanging down to her waist. She introduced herself in the first class and began to get to know us. We are all satisfied with the new teacher.

She is very strict. I'm used to relaxing with us. At first, I was not used to it. I think this teacher is not good, too serious. Later, I gradually got used to her seriousness, even facing her seriousness, which has become a habit. I never made her angry, and she never criticized me. Although I am not the best in my class.

She cares about me very much and loves me very much. She often gives me condolences for what I don't understand in class after class. She cares about me far more than other students.

She always encourages me to continue to work hard and often praises me for my persistence and seriousness in studying in front of my classmates. With her praise, I always look good in front of my classmates! In retrospect, it is not, because we are all working hard, struggling and making extraordinary efforts for our own lives.

On the blackboard in the classroom, everything I learned was written in chalk, and the chalk dust brushed off the blackboard was a cough that made her silently hide in the corner of the classroom and cover her mouth. That coughing sound always shakes every corner of the classroom and crosses my heart, with only a slight heartache.

The four seasons are like songs, we can always see her face full of sweat, or her cheeks flushed by the cold wind, standing on the podium, holding the book impartially, teaching us to read every word in the book, remembering every simple truth, and giving us the best enlightenment in life!

She was ill, so the teacher who came to teach her told us. But when we asked, the teacher who came to teach her didn't know anything. She just said that our teacher would get well soon, and our teacher told her that she would come to give us a class as soon as possible. I looked out of the window, it was raining, ticking every step of the playground.

Living far away from school, she has never heard from her. She shouldn't lie in bed for too long, facing such lovely and lively sunshine outside the window. I hope she can get better soon and come to school to teach us, even for a day or two. It feels too long, too long.

Inadvertently, one day, on the way to school, I accidentally fell and broke my hand. I kept it at home for more than a month. During that month, I didn't hear from her or her classmates. Later, I don't know how she learned that her classmates came to see me spontaneously and brought me many gifts and some condolences. She can't come to see me in person because of work. For this, she also apologized to me. At that time, I was already very satisfied and happy. I feel that she and her classmates have never left me. They often miss me.

What kind of friendship will this be? After all these years, I still remember it vividly. Thinking of my teacher's kindness is the happiest thing in my childhood study. In this kind of care, I can persist in the environment where most people live, so that I still feel that I am one of the most people. I have never been separated from them. I am just like them, and I bear their own lifelong responsibility!

In this special festival, besides blessing and gratitude, please tell me, teacher, is there anything else I can do for you? Other than this? Happy holidays? Besides, I can't find a beautiful word to greet you, and I know you don't need it.

Wish you a happy holiday!

A beautiful article describing a teacher Part II: The teacher's lover went to Fuxin driving school to take a driver's license test. I am busy with business in the shop during the day, and my son falls asleep at night, so I can calm down and tidy up my study. Suddenly thought of the teacher, sometimes how people become like this, or learn a quality. Teachers are very important. Education itself is not only the accumulation of life knowledge, but also the shaping of personality cultivation, so it is necessary to have good quality to influence others and take stock of my teachers.

The teachers of life, from the first point of view, are actually my parents. My parents left early, although they didn't leave me any possessions, but their spirit will always accompany me and influence me. When I was five years old, my mother left us because I didn't have the money to take medicine to cure the disease, and my father died at the age of six. Before his father died, he kept the house in good order, such as wiping Tibetan food firmly, mending the kang mat at home, collecting a lot of firewood for the fire, and tying the pigsty firmly with wooden stakes. My father used the existing conditions to create a beautiful environment for us. From then on, I learned to cherish everything in front of me.

Next, my primary school teacher Yu, who couldn't afford the tuition at first, paid me in advance, so that I had a complete primary school career smoothly. Teacher Yu is my math teacher, because my family conditions are extremely difficult, because the teacher takes care of me and often puts pressure on me to write more and learn more than other students. He likes to drink a little wine and often gets drunk, but it doesn't affect his work. He talks too much after drinking, always taking up our class time, and then assigning homework. Some students can't hand it in the next day.

I remember that once the whole school organized students to engage in sideline business on Saturday and Sunday, harvest natural medicinal materials and sell them to buy learning tools. The school stipulates that the class that gains the most should be rewarded. Teachers lead us by example, encourage us to gain more, praise and reward our students with good skills, explain the glorious truth of their labor to some lazy students, and let all the students in our class work together. Our third grade group was among the best and was praised by the school. On that day, my teacher drank too much and gave us many lessons. The clearest sentence I remember is that unity is strength. Later, I was admitted to junior high school with excellent results and had to drop out of school because of family difficulties. During the period, I helped my family do housework, worked as a soldier, and wrote many letters to my class, but all of them sank into the sea. I will always remember the methods and means that the teacher gave me when I left.

Speaking of being a teacher in my primary school class, I have to say that my primary school Chinese teacher, Mr. Feng, looks at Mr. Feng coldly like an old gentleman who teaches three-character classics on TV, giving students the feeling that they are afraid of being out of breath everywhere. In fact, Mr. Feng is a careful and good teacher. I remember entering the junior high school exam. All the students in the whole town have unified examinations in six sub-towns, and none of the students in other schools have answered a question on the examination paper. All the students in our school got it right. Speaking of which, we cleaned up the opening scene and Mr. Feng's face was exposed. One day he didn't know where he got the information, and he taught us some knowledge outside the textbook every day. In the words of our classmates, he left us all the papers he had taught for more than 20 years. That's not enough. He also asked us to write 20 idioms every day, 10. Teacher Feng is such a teacher. He taught us all kinds of knowledge. I applied some knowledge taught by Mr. Feng to our daily life, and now I teach my son to learn all-round development.

My junior high school teacher, my head teacher, Miss Qiu, taught me Chinese, which made me feel maternal love and the warmth of my parents in the care of Miss Qiu. I remember when I was in the first grade, because my family was very poor, I could not eat at all. At that time, the school meals were only 17 yuan every month, and all the meals were brought by ourselves. This is a trivial matter for other students, but it is simply too difficult for me. I know it is difficult for me to get into junior high school. Only when the school waives my tuition and book fees can I sit in this spacious classroom and listen to the teacher. The next month, I didn't pay the food expenses for that month and didn't bring anything to eat. Every day in the dead of night, I secretly climb out of bed from the dormitory and touch the dirty sink in the canteen to get the meals dumped by the students. In this way, day by day, the evening is better, but the daytime is miserable, so we can only use cold water to satisfy our hunger. Full of disappointment, muttering in class every day. One night, as usual, I had a delicious dinner in the sewage tank of the school canteen.

Suddenly, a strong light shone on me. I looked up and it turned out to be my class teacher. I was busy taking my hand out of the swill tank and wiping my food with my coat, but it was too late. Qiu Cuiling, the head teacher, hugged me and burst into tears. She dragged me to her dormitory, sat me down and had a long talk with me, complaining that I didn't tell her about it. She kept crying, cooking and blaming herself for how she knew about it. Since then, Mr. Qiu has brought me meals from home every day. Now you don't have to drink cold water during the day and steal leftovers from the swill tank at night. The teacher also organized all the teachers and students to donate money and materials for me, so that I could have books to read and food to eat and feel the warmth of my extended family. Later, I gave up my studies because of trivial matters at home. I only studied in junior high school for half a year. The behavior of hating teachers in the past six months left a deep imprint on my mind, which promoted my growth and progress, lit up my way forward, and gave me an ideal, a goal, the courage to live and the courage to challenge.

The teacher I met when I was a soldier was director Luan Dehui, who taught me how to write and how to be a man. During my time as a soldier, our three soldiers were honored to be selected into the news class of the Propaganda Unit of the Political Department with their unwritten essays published in the army tabloids. There are corresponding differences between our three soldiers, one is a junior college diploma and the other is a secondary school diploma. The worst thing for me is the primary school culture. None of us have any writing experience, but we love writing. After we entered the formal stage, I was really uneducated. I don't even have the basic literacy level, and neither of us can write. All three of us flinched. We didn't want to stay in the office and wanted to join the company. After we told this idea to Director Luan, he thundered and admonished us, comforted us, and told us about his difficulties in writing at that time and how to work hard to write and publish newspapers and periodicals and make contributions. He asked us to start writing home letters, and he took special care of my soldiers who didn't graduate from primary school. Buy me a dictionary and find a middle school textbook to teach me to read. In this way, we will write a letter from home every day, interview at the grassroots level every day, read newspapers every day and analyze a piece of news every day.

When a person who has just learned to read writes an article, many people invariably cast different eyes. Always catch up with others passively in study, training, work and life. I suffered a lot, and my self-esteem was greatly hurt. I secretly had a strong idea: learn to write well, so I started with hanyu pinyin like a primary school student and insisted on learning 50 words every day. They are not to be outdone. If we are a little lazy, Director Luan will punish us for not writing articles and taking a rest. So, we opportunistically copied an article from a previous newspaper as a task, but Director Luan told us that if we want to write a good article, we must first learn to be a man, and copying other people's articles is equivalent to stealing other people's things. At the urging of Director Luan, I finally overcame the difficulty of literacy and became interested in literary writing. I have always believed that nothing is difficult in the world. As long as I am willing to climb, I will take this opportunity to constantly analyze the reasons for my failure, strive for the magic weapon of success, practice hard and master it skillfully. After Director Luan urged me to study 10 Yu Ben's writing books and wrote more than 20 manuscripts, an article finally appeared in the People's Liberation Army Daily, and the first highlight and article of my writing career appeared.

Take writing as the goal, and be stricter and higher on yourself. I have drawn up an annual writing plan and set a publishing goal. After painstaking research and unremitting efforts, he published more than 30 articles/kloc-0 in Liberation Army Daily, Comrade Daily, Guangming Daily and Beijing Evening News, and was rated as an excellent author, special correspondent and special editor by three newspapers. I made a great contribution. Director Luan was sent by his superiors to the Voice of the Straits for further study because of his outstanding achievements, and later transferred to the Propaganda Department of the Division. I took on the burden of journalism class and became the backbone of reporting, and my news reporting achieved excellent results year after year. Later, the central document stipulated that the army should be streamlined, and our department was included in the compilation. I retired with honor. Go back to your hometown to start a business after leaving the army. With the skills learned in the army, I returned to my hometown to start a business and opened a photo studio. Business is good. To this day, I still insist on writing. I will go on under the guidance of teacher Luan, and I will definitely go well.

With the deepening of experience and the transformation of the platform, everyone is growing.

How are you, teacher? If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your gesture is vivid like a flying bird, waving a beautiful arc on the platform? Ships pass by? There is not a cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart, it is noble.

Teacher, what a noble profession! I met many good teachers in my primary school career. Some are amiable, some are humorous and some are stern. Every teacher has his own style. On the contrary, every student has a standard to measure a good teacher, and I am no exception. Now listen to the image of a good teacher in my mind!

A good teacher in my mind is a perfect teacher, regardless of age, but it is better to be a female teacher with a slightly lower grade. As for her, it's better to keep her original black hair and don't dye her hair, because I like a shiny female teacher, and it would be great if she had a pair of bright talking eyes. I prefer a teacher with a sweet voice, which reminds me of my primary school Chinese teacher involuntarily. Her voice is very sweet, and we are often intoxicated by the texts she reads aloud.

My idea of a good teacher is that he is amiable and she is amiable. She and we are not only teachers and students, but also friends who talk about everything.

In class, she gives us lectures carefully and answers our questions again and again. After class, she transformed herself into a lively and friendly friend, played rough with us, and occasionally taught us some interesting games that we had never played before, which made us have a good time during the ten-minute break. Sometimes there are contradictions between classmates, and when we can't solve the problem, we can't help but think of our intimate sister, which is sometimes a very difficult problem for us. In her eyes, it is as simple as that, and a few words will make us suddenly enlightened.

A good teacher in my mind is also a knowledgeable doctoral student.

Her knowledge is very high. She not only knows the three main courses of Chinese, Mathematics and English, but also knows such difficult subjects as physics and chemistry like the back of her hand. In our eyes, she is like a computer, giving us endless knowledge.

This is my idea of a good teacher, an amiable and perfect teacher. Now the teachers living around me are all very good. I am very happy to live under the same roof with such teachers, to study and grow together.

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