The composition of the first grade teacher

In our daily study, work or life, we often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of 10 senior one teacher I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

The composition of the first-grade teacher 1 My mind keeps flashing with shadows. Our teacher is very amiable and approachable. The first time I saw her, her kindness and approachability put my heart down at once. In my mind, I cherish a smile that moistens and warms my heart from afar. Teacher, you taught us to be human, and you told us to be tolerant and kind to others. Teachers teach us this way in the hope that when we grow up, we can step into the door of society and be a real, simple and generous good person. No one is perfect, but we should be perfect during the day, so that we won't have too many regrets.

Teacher, you worked so hard and burned yourself silently like a candle until you exhausted your life's hard work. Your love for education and children has created a miraculous myth.

On this special day, Teacher's Day, I sincerely wish you a happy holiday. I also want to say to teachers like you in Qian Qian: Teacher, you have worked hard. At the same time, I send this song "Grateful Heart" to you: Grateful Heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, so that I can be myself.

You, an outstanding soul engineer, have not failed to live up to the people's expectations, and have trained a batch of successors to the revolutionary cause. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Like a silkworm, you give yourself and decorate others. You are like a piece of white chalk, sacrificing everything and leaving knowledge; You are like a diligent gardener, tirelessly cultivating small flowers.

Teacher! In retrospect, you took me away from my parents. At that time, I was so disappointing, a tearful pepper and a naughty boy. You are helpless to me, at a loss, just lecturing me in a harsh tone. I don't remember what you said, but I can clearly remember the way you frown and the serious expression on your face now. I just nodded at your expression.

With your efforts, I gradually understand and understand. I raised my right hand and took the oath under the red flag. Ah! I became a glorious young pioneer. You taught us to love our motherland and people. It is you who taught us to learn Chinese and math. You are like an industrious gardener, pruning, cutting leaves, watering and fertilizing our little Xin Wei, so that we can grow into strong young trees.

Now, I am taller, I am older and I have more knowledge. I will never be naughty again, and I will never complain to you blindly because of the contradiction with my classmates. Watching me grow up and understand day by day makes you feel particularly comfortable. But when I found many wrinkles on your forehead, I felt that kind of apology in my heart.

Whenever I think of your every move, I always think of the song you taught us: In the quiet night, the stars twinkle, the teacher's room.

You are a bright pearl in my heart, and I will always remember your education and training. Here, I can only say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard!

The teacher of the first grade composition 2 ancient literati must have a teacher. Teacher, so preach and teach. After I entered Lide Middle School, I met many excellent classmates and had the honor to meet excellent teachers. They, as Han Yu said in the teacher's comments, teach us knowledge.

Miss Yan is our math teacher and our head teacher. We affectionately call him Boss Yan. He is of medium height, wears a pair of glasses and has a moustache. As the name implies, he is the famous teacher Yan among us. Once someone speaks in class and disturbs classroom discipline, he immediately looks at us with a straight face and fierce eyes, and then shouts: Don't talk! Hearing this, we were all stunned, and no one in the class dared to speak any more. He always educates us with extremely high requirements, so that we can reach excellent standards. Although he is so strict, he is a different person when we listen carefully. He always talks with us in class with a cheerful smile and relaxed language, as if there is no distance between us, and he is always as close as a friend. His charm always attracts me. Like a shining jewel, it has always attracted my attention.

After class, he always asks us: Do you have any questions you don't understand? As soon as we heard it, we swarmed. He smiled, picked up the book and answered them one by one. His smile is always so bright, maybe this is his pleasure as a teacher!

Our Chinese teacher is Miss Wen. She is slim, wearing a pair of glasses and small eyes, which makes people feel very kind at first sight. Coupled with the beautiful voice like beautiful music, people unconsciously like her.

Teacher Wen's class is very easy. Students can discuss problems with each other. As soon as she asked questions, a bunch of small hands were already held high. When you speak, your answer is perfect, and she will nod approvingly and praise: well, great! When your answer is not very good, she will smile and ask you to sit down.

Although teacher Wen is gentle, she also has a stern side. Teacher Wen is very strict with our homework. Once we see that the students' homework is not well written, we will keep a calm face when we enter the class. Let's have a serious Chinese class.

Both Mr Yan and Mr Wen have a stern side and a gentle side, just like two winds blowing to me constantly, so that I can sail the boat to the finish line smoothly. I know from the bottom of my heart that no matter whether it is strict or gentle, there is the same starting point, and that is love. Encouraged by love, I struggled forward.

If we have three mothers, one is the mother, the other is the motherland and the last is the teacher. They educate us like our second parents. I will always love and appreciate them. They forged my bright future. A few words are engraved in my heart: thank you, teacher!

In the dance of teaching sticks and chalk, under the supervision, encouragement and meticulous care of teachers, how many good teachers are deeply impressed by students!

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What I write here is an ordinary people's teacher, in his fifties. Her face is covered with wrinkles because she has worked tirelessly for us all day. Her eyes are bright and black, and her sharp eyes seem to pierce something. I'm a little scared. She has only taught us for less than four months, but I think of her every time. She is strict with us, just like a coach training athletes; She takes care of us and is considerate, just like her own children. However, that time, I held a grudge against her. It was a self-study class, and the English teacher asked the students to revise the exercise book A and hand it in to the office for correction, and also to correct the exercise book B.

I happily took the prepared B to correct it. "Report" and "Come in" Her voice is very stable. I walked in, and the line was not long. I ran to the right of the English teacher to correct, and accidentally found the results of the Chinese contest in the computer. I look forward to getting my own results. My disobedient hand has been extended to the mouse area. Inadvertently, I touched it. This hand is more disobedient and keeps turning down. ""A decisive and harsh language attacked me, and I was shocked. I thought to myself, "Oh, what should I do now? Why not refuse to admit it? In other words, the English teacher's teaching stick "eats" on the table Give me your hand. "I am so scared that I really want to use fairy magic to turn the English teacher's teaching stick into a long cotton swab. Only I can see it, but the teacher can't. The soft cotton swab touched me. " Wow! "Teaching stick off, it hurts. I was a little angry and thought; You old woman, that's too bad. I just touched the mouse and glanced at the computer screen. That's all. You hit me. Just educate me a few times. I am a girl who is afraid of pain. The resentment in my heart has never calmed down. But just when I thought so, the smell of the teacher and the resentment against the teacher ran away. I looked for it and found that it stood on the irresistible personality charm displayed by the English teacher.

She always dresses warmer than others. Although her appearance is not outstanding, her personality charm is the most outstanding in my heart. In that English class, she was scolded by the English teacher because we didn't do our homework well. What impressed me the most was this sentence: We must do our best. "The voice echoed in the classroom for a long time, shaking my heart. Sowed a seed of "being a noble person". Since that class, I suddenly found myself growing up a lot, and my innocence was saying goodbye to me. I silently thank the English teacher who taught me to be a man.

Today, I came to Mr. Zhong's desk and suddenly saw a payroll on the desk. Tears crept into my eyes. The biting autumn wind blew out a sad sonata with the sound of leaves. ...

My Chinese teacher, Mr. Zhong, has no luster in her hair, and curls up softly with her. The pale face is inlaid with wrinkles one after another, rolling like water waves. On closer inspection, her nose hung like this, hanging feebly on her drooping old face, looking bloodless. When she smiled, her eyes rose slightly, and a small crack was opened at the corner of her mouth, revealing some white and clean teeth, but it was not good-looking. The traces of years and the hardships of teaching career have completely lost her breath as a middle-aged woman, but it seems to have released the breath of the old times. Her clothes are always a few simple and dim old clothes, and occasionally she wears two relatively new ones, and the colors are not very bright. As a result, no matter her clothes or her face, she became a 60-year-old woman in her forties and completely lost her vitality.

If you only look at these places, she is not difficult to make people feel old and weak. The vicissitudes of life are fully displayed on her face. Looking at her face, I seem to see eight words clearly-"Time flies, the sun and the moon fly."

However, if you look up a little and see her eyes, it's completely different. Her eyes seem to have some air, like a noble and beautiful black gem, deep and dexterous, seemingly unpredictable. From time to time, the flash of wisdom has added vitality to her whole person. These eyes adorn her face as if she had an independent life. Everyone will have an amiable and unfathomable feeling when they see her smart eyes. If you add her eyes to your face, you will feel an unparalleled look.

I still remember that at noon that day, because my homework was not well written, more than 20 students, including me, had to go to Mr. Zhong to correct their homework. When I first came to the office, the door was crowded with people. Miss Zhong was surrounded by the crowd and could not see her face clearly. The second time I passed by, there were more than a dozen people in front of the office. Mr. Zhong is still telling the story seriously. As long as there is something the students don't understand, she will say it again, even though she has yawned. Finally, I finally got in. But after Mr. Zhong told me with his eyelids, he fell asleep.

All she has is concern for her students. She often comments on my composition. Every time I write a new article, she always reads it as soon as possible and gives me advice. Every time she talks about the shortcomings of the article first, and then the good parts of the article. But I'm afraid it will affect her normal work, so I want to stop letting her read the composition. Later, she found out, her mouth cracked a little, waved her hand and said nothing.

It's just, it's a little weird. When I show her the composition, almost every time, she will pick out some mistakes and make sure that the article is not perfect. I was puzzled by this all the time, and it was not until a long time later that I understood Miss Zhong's good intentions-she didn't want to make me proud.

That time, I was stagnant because of the difficulties in class affairs. At that time, I had a bad relationship with my classmates. They don't agree with me, everything is against me. It seems that I must embarrass myself and make a fool of myself, rather than stop there. After a long time, this situation has not changed, so I have the idea of giving up.

If she doesn't know what I think, I won't insist.

At noon that day, she called me to the office, and I wanted to resign from the class teacher that day.

As soon as I came to the office, Mr. Zhong patted me on the shoulder, and a spring breeze smile touched my mouth, which immediately made my idea of quitting a lot lighter.

She paused for a moment, as if she were brewing a statement. After a while, she said kindly, "in fact, you don't have to be sad and angry for them." They just don't understand your pains for the time being. "

Hearing this sentence, my heart suddenly flooded with countless words, and I couldn't help but vomit. But just as these words were about to come out of my mouth, I stopped.

Seeing my embarrassment, Mr. Zhong smiled again: "I know you are doing your classmates good, but sometimes they don't understand." If you correct their mistakes, sometimes they may not understand your intentions. So, you don't have to be sad. Do you think they won't find you when they grow up? "

Most of the words in my heart disappeared. "You are the leader of a class, and you are the bond of this class. A monitor is good and this class is good. Moreover, when the class cadres can also exercise their abilities! So, do it, regardless of their misunderstanding of you. You have to believe that they will fully understand you one day. Stick to it, okay? "

The resentment in my heart completely dissipated. Later, Mr. Zhong even gave me several successful examples to encourage me to support me. Just for this matter, she didn't even eat or sleep at noon, but stayed up for another noon. I can clearly see another circle of wrinkles around her eyes.

Memories linger and quietly return to reality. I looked at the salary slip with "3000 yuan" written in front of me, and a sour feeling suddenly came to my mind-Mr. Zhong paid so much for the students, but the return was so low. At the same time, she only gets the salary equivalent to that of a substitute teacher. In fact, she has no responsibility and obligation to care so much about her students. However, she did it without any regrets. At this moment, emotion and sadness are intertwined, forming a special emotion in my heart, turning into little tears and slipping quietly down the corner of my eyes. ...

Time flies, the sun flies, time dilutes everything, but Mr. Hou makes me unforgettable!

Miss Hou is our English teacher. I remember once, it was time for us to learn about the weather. I saw Mr. Hou come to the classroom early and drew a big map of China on the blackboard. Just when we were puzzled, Mr. Hou said, "Today we are going to learn the weather." "Good" we cheered, because Mr. Hou will use various ways to let us acquire knowledge unconsciously in every class. After class, the teacher taught us to read the words several times, and the map finally came in handy. After the teacher marked several areas and weather on the map, the climax came:

Miss Hou stood on the platform and said to us, "Now let's play a game. I marked the weather conditions in various regions and their relative conditions on this map. " Next, I invite my classmates to make a weather forecast in English and give you five minutes to practice. "The classroom suddenly exploded. Five minutes later, the "good play" began: a classmate walked onto the podium, looking quite calm, but when he was one or two steps away from the podium, he blushed, curled up his neck and laughed! Mr. Hou was filming with his mobile phone. I believe that the embarrassing image of that man has been photographed. The next person is me. I dare not, but under the comfort of Mr. Hou, I got up the courage and strode up. : "Good morning, this is .........." I introduced the weather in one breath, and then there was warm applause from the audience! ,

We like Miss Hou very much. Although she no longer teaches us, we will love her forever. When I grow up, I want to be a good person like Miss Hou and warm her with love!

I didn't expect to enter middle school with reverence and yearning, and I was greeted by terrible military training. Sure enough, what I am afraid of is what I am afraid of! Fortunately, after four days of military training, people are still fat in vain, and finally they have the "face" to see the teacher. How about my teacher first? Oh, yes, that is. ...

Unexpectedly, I walked into middle school with reverence and yearning, and was greeted by terrible military training. Sure enough, what I am afraid of is what I am afraid of! Fortunately, after four days of military training, people are still fat in vain, and finally they have the "face" to see the teacher.

How about my teacher first? Oh, yes, that's her! My Chinese teacher.

For this Chinese teacher, before class, we "didn't see him, but he smelled him and typed"! Because the head teacher has told us about this Chinese teacher. The so-called "sex", the class teacher said that the Chinese teacher is very strict and will be very strict with us; The so-called "type" means that the Chinese teacher is petite. I didn't believe it at first, but after reading it, it was really the same.

I have attended classes, met the Chinese teacher, know her last name, and feel that she is full of positive energy.

In a class, the Chinese teacher was very angry at that time because three students threw bread in class. I could even see the flames behind her. However, I still want to say that it is really "scared the baby"!

My Chinese teacher has just introduced me. Tell me about my beautiful English teacher!

This beautiful woman is the most elegant teacher I have ever seen.

The first time I saw her in the new newspaper, she smiled gently and the whole person was beautiful. At that time, it was a kind of generous beauty and gentle beauty. Even if there are traces of years on her face, it will not affect her beauty at all! I guess she must have been chased by many people when she was young!

Don't think that this gentle beauty must be very gentle with students, then you are wrong! When beauty is strict, it's so scary!

Beautiful women have different temperaments and voices when they are angry. Originally, the temperament of beauty should be generous and gentle. The voice should be nice and gentle. But when you are angry, your temperament becomes severe and your voice becomes serious. It's really terrible!

On the way to junior high school, beauty, let's cheer together!

It's late at night, and I'm still sitting by the window, looking thoughtfully at the distant night sky. The stars always go around the moon, and the scenery always drives me crazy. Now I'm not interested at all. I looked down at my unconsciously drawn face, which was the teacher's big watery eyes and smiling face.

Recalling the past, an emotion, an idea, a teacher accompanied me for many years of ignorance. Her clear eyes sparkled with confidence; She exudes enthusiasm in moving conversation; She, with sincerity in her sweet smile; She looks ordinary and quiet, but full of hope for the future. She is my primary school teacher, a teacher who has only been with me for one year, but in my heart, she has left a deep impression.

That day was the first day when she walked into the classroom with small steps. Her watery eyes looked around curiously, like a swallow flying to the podium, with sincerity, trust and excitement in her big eyes. Hello, I'm Xiong Jing, the new Chinese teacher. Please call me Miss Jingjing! That day, I don't remember her name, her voice or her appearance, but I remember those sincere eyes.

One day, there was an exam. I am fearless, and my Chinese scores have reached the point where no one looks at them. But when I think about those eyes, I get nervous again, and the contradictory psychological war has been playing until the exam begins. One question, two questions, three questions. God, how can there be so many things that can't be done? What should I do? I asked myself anxiously, I can't treat those eyes with such poor grades. I silently took out the book from the drawer and looked through it carefully. I suddenly looked up and found the teacher looking at me. Ding is out of class. The teacher put away his paper and looked back at me silently, his eyes full of disappointment and tears. I lost my mind. The teacher is calling you! My deskmate slapped me, my heart jumped violently and I walked over in fear. The teacher took my hand and walked into the office. I thought I would, but I came anyway. We looked at the beautiful voice of this question and trembled a little, but we tried our best to hold it down. There were a little tears in our moved eyes, but we tried our best not to cry. You got it? She asked me, and I nodded seriously and said timidly, teacher, I won't do this next time. Her eyes suddenly regained their former brilliance, moving and beautiful.

The growth of small trees has a hard gardener. I grew up with your help. Up to now, I still often think of you, your eyes and your education, which makes me grateful. Ignorant girl, learned boy, everything is your achievement. If it weren't for you, how could I grow into a big tree? Some things need to be guided by wisdom. Your hopeful eyes give me light, and a thousand words come to my mind, but they are just condensed into three short words: thank you!

The first 8 teacher wrote, "If you can't, you can raise your hand and ask. Does anyone raise their hand? " Teacher Wang asked.

"If no one raises their hands, they will know. Okay, let me ask you a question. How much is this when you get up? "

That poor classmate just looks at the topic and doesn't talk.

The teacher got angry on the spot and began to scold:

"You pig heads, I just let you ask, don't ask, and now let you answer, all dead. What are you doing here? You will die here! "

We leaned over and snickered under the table, but the teacher didn't want to stop and continued to scold:

"Such a simple question, said more than ten times, also can't do that, my mind is full of shit! I think you are wasting air when you are alive, wasting land when you are dead, and you just suddenly disappear! "

We couldn't help laughing. The teacher stared at a laughing classmate and told him to take out his exercise book. The teacher frowned and said, "Look at so many blanks here. Are you keeping them home to sell money so that you can buy a coffin? "

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the bell rang, and as soon as the teacher left, we laughed. This course is really interesting. Even the teacher's dirty words are so funny and trendy.

I always call him grandpa. Last time, he picked up a pair of women's sandals and put them under the wall. Once, I saw him taking a bath next to my pressurized water machine. He took a towel to take a bath. After washing, he went to put on those women's sandals.

The next day, he wore two rings, not diamond and gold rings, but two ordinary rings. As soon as I walked over, he said, Wei Wei, do you want a ring? I know he won't give it to me.

My family is harvesting millet. It is going to rain soon. It is too late. We are all very busy. He stood on the platform and clapped his hands to say yes. That's what he is.

After school that day, I saw him holding a bottle of coke in his hand. He waved when he saw the bus. When the bus stopped, he didn't get on, but ran away.

Every time I hear someone ask me, "Who do you like best among your primary school teachers?" I will tell those people clearly that I like my music teacher best! Our music teacher changed three times, the first time from Mr. Ye to a Chinese teacher of different grades, the second time to a very young female teacher, and the third time to my favorite teacher Ye. Maybe others don't necessarily like her, but I like her anyway.

Her short black hair bulges slightly like a doll's hair. Oval face, small mouth, small eyes, wearing a pair of all-black glasses, but not a trace of seriousness, she is more approachable, kind and gentle. Wearing a dress with black and white stripes, the shoes are flat-bottomed, without any decoration, which seems a bit simple. This is my first impression of her, which is still in my mind. This is what I felt from the scene when she walked in the door. First, she introduced herself briefly. My name is Ye Wei, and I have been engaged in teaching for 10 years. Her voice is soft and her face is full of smiles, which makes me feel that she belongs to the mother type, so when I talk to her, I will have a strange feeling like chatting with my mother.

I remember once, in music class, I had an argument with my deskmate. He pushed me to the ground, kicked me hard, picked up a pencil and plunged it into my hand, immediately bleeding. Bright red, terrible red. The deskmate smiled even more proudly after seeing it. When he hit me, I tried to keep my voice down, and my classmates didn't notice. I don't want to tell the teacher either. I told my Chinese teacher before, but the teacher just looked at me and said, I'll go to the infirmary quickly. Then I was kicked out. At the moment I closed the door, I heard the teacher tell my jokes to other teachers. As a result, even if I get hurt again, I won't ask anyone for help, just like once I fell into the river and saved myself and survived. However, Teacher Ye is not. She found it very carefully and immediately took me to the infirmary to dress it, regardless of her white skirt stained with my blood. I didn't even go to class. For the first time since I came back, I saw Mr. Ye criticize the students in a fierce tone. After scolding my deskmate, I turned around and said very gently, "If this happens again, I will definitely tell the teacher, ok?" My tears poured out like a waterfall. Teacher Ye comforted me with a gentle voice and cared about me.

In my eyes, Miss Ye is my other mother.

10 the time of senior one is coming to an end, and the busy life of senior two is coming. Looking back on the first day of junior high school, there are too many memorable things, but only that one, I will never forget.

It was an autumn night, and the cold wind passed by me. I was walking alone on my way back to my dormitory. Just now, I was tit for tat with the teacher, but now it has become extraordinarily quiet.

I was invited to the teacher's office because I had a quarrel with my classmates. "Why did you argue with him?" "How could you!" ..... The teacher's question almost came to my mind. I was in a bad mood after quarreling with my classmates. Faced with the teacher's questioning, I lost my mind and stood up with the teacher. Then, you exchanged words, and there was an argument. Finally, when I was speechless, I chose silence. And the teacher became more and more brave, like a machine gun, and kept shooting at me ... Looking up at the clock, the minute hand suddenly pointed to 6, and it was already 9: 30. The teacher's eyes followed. At this time, her eyes dimmed, as if regretting the fierce "shooting" at me just now, and suddenly squeezed out a few words from her throat: "It's getting late, go back to sleep!" This sentence shocked my heart, made me cry and reminded me of my mother. At this moment, if only the teacher were my mother!

When I woke up the next day, I found that the pillow towel was wet, and last night's events came back to my mind. A bold and firm idea flashed through my mind-apologize to the teacher!

With a nervous mood, I opened the teacher's office. I sincerely apologize to the teacher. I didn't want the teacher to confess to me yesterday because she was emotional, and told me, "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can ask the teacher for help in time, and the teacher will lend a helping hand at any time." At that moment, I felt that the teacher seemed to be my mother!

An ordinary word, inadvertently flashed, although it has long disappeared in the distance, but it has been deeply engraved in my heart, because it brought me warmth.