Teacher, I want to say 350 words about your composition.

On this beautiful day, I want to say to my teacher. You have worked hard! ? The following is the teacher I arranged for you. I want to tell you a 350-word composition for your reference!

Teacher: I want to tell you a composition of 350 words. Teacher: 1, I want to tell you that you have always been a very responsible and good teacher. When we fail in the exam, you will patiently explain the wrong questions to us. When we do well in the exam, you will cheer for us, cheer for us and encourage us to move on. Teacher, I want to tell you, do you remember this week, you made the biggest ever? Fire? Really? At that time, you were just in the middle of class, and when you saw a classmate talking nonsense, you flew into a rage, packed your things and left angrily.

? Mao? The door slammed shut. Do you know that?/You know what? I'm scared! I really want you back. I know some students in the class make you unbearable, angry and upset, but I believe they will understand you one day and understand your good intentions, so as to become a good boy. Teacher, I want to tell you, please don't take up our other courses before the final exam.

A good physical education class, everyone holding a racket, ready to show their talents in the physical education class. As soon as the bell rang, we all stood up, waiting for the dark face of the PE teacher to appear in front of the classroom. As a result, the math teacher took the test paper to the podium and said to us: The exam is coming, so everyone should have a sense of urgency. We can't stay last, you know? Yes, the students answered weakly. ? Teacher, we should also have our own rich after-school life! This daily life of taking exams, reviewing and talking about topics makes us feel that the school is a prison, the classroom is a prison and we are prisoners. Teacher, I want to say to you, I hope you are happy every day and work smoothly! Teacher, I want to tell you.

Teacher, I want to tell you a composition of 350 words. Now I am a third-grade student. On this beautiful day, I want to say to my teacher. You have worked hard! ?

The class began, and you gave us a vivid lesson. Sometimes my voice is hoarse and my mouth is dry, but I still overcome it with my will. When the students saw this, they were moved to tears.

Class is over, the playground is boiling, and the campus is full of laughter. But the teacher sat in the chair, absorbed in correcting homework and meticulous. Occasionally, even if a few naughty classmates come to you and shake your hand mischievously, you don't seem to see it and continue to work hard.

During the lunch break, you let us close our eyes, but you were exhausted and had to prepare the materials for the meeting and so on.

After school, the students ran home. What about you, teacher? I have to prepare lessons.

Teacher, you have worked hard! You took the trouble to correct your homework, and our mistakes have long been resolved into progress on the runway of life. Under the guidance of the teacher: learn from mistakes. Ah! Teacher, you are like a gardener, watering and fertilizing us every day, so that we can thrive.

I love you, teacher!

Teacher, I want to tell you a composition of 350 words. Do you know, teacher? I know you and your classmates trust me, and I know I shouldn't get 74 points. However, when I accidentally make mistakes again and again, I want to slap myself. From then on, I secretly vowed that I must get rid of this bad habit. Who knows, just when I made up my mind, you told my classmates that the monthly exam was coming. Your monthly exam is very serious, and I am also whispering in my heart. This exam just shows how careless I am. So, I worked hard on the day of the exam. After the papers were marked, you called me to your office to talk. You said: you shouldn't be in the back. See which one of you is not careless. If these are all good, you will get 98 points! ? I stood there silently, but you didn't know the pain in my heart. Other people's parents are very concerned about their studies and help them study. As for my parents, they don't ask me about my study at all. I didn't do well in the exam, so I went back and told my parents that my parents scolded me and compared me with others.

I can only comfort myself every time and say it's okay. You must do well in the exam next time. They won't scold you or compare you with others. However, I am old now, but I still need comfort! My grandmother used to comfort me, but now that my grandmother has passed away, no one comforts me anymore. I just need to write down two words every day: strong.

I also reflected on myself and learned my mistakes. I will definitely work hard, work hard and try again in the future. Strong, strong, strong again. Get good grades in the exam.

Teacher: I want to tell you a composition of 350 words. Miss Li, I know that in your mind, I am an ordinary student, but in my heart, you are like my mother, always guarding me, and I have a lot to say to you.

I get excellent grades, but writing a composition is rigid. When I want to write a composition, I either check the computer or turn over the composition book, but I still have no content after trying. Miss Li, you seem to have read my mind. You teach me to write a composition in the composition class. Instead of telling me how to write a composition, you chatted with me. As I talked, I got the inspiration for my composition, so a composition was written as easy as blowing off dust. School is over, I really want to say? Thank you? But I have been watching your busy figure, and I have been unable to say it.

Once, Wan Jie, a troublemaker, had nothing to do, so he swaggered to my seat and played games with relish. I looked at it and shouted loudly: get out of the way? When he saw me, he began to fight with me. Before I could strike back, his nose was hit by his showering fist, and a nosebleed came out. The students present quickly reported to the teacher that you were correcting your homework. I heard that my nose was bleeding, so you rushed down, washed my nose with warm water, blocked my nose with paper and told me not to touch it. After school, you saw that my nose was still bleeding slightly and the paper was soaked with blood. You gave me another piece of paper. Miss Li, you know, I am very grateful to you. I really want to jump into your arms and feel your warm love.

Miss Li, you are like my mother, nourishing me with love. You are the best teacher in my heart! That's what I want to tell you.

Teacher: I want to tell you a composition of 350 words. Miss Wang, I hope you can stop quickly and listen to my heart. I know you like me very much and I love you, but not long ago, I suddenly felt that your attitude towards me had changed.

I have been the object of his ridicule since I sat in front of Xiong Houtang. He often touches my back with his fingers, which is not too much. What really made me furious was that Chinese class.

That day, when the bell rang, the guy behind me shuttled on my back with a pencil tip. I feel like an innocent victim. I turned to stare at him from time to time. You suddenly stopped to stare at me when you were giving a lecture on the stage. I know that our behavior has affected your mood in class, so I have to suppress my anger, lower my head and complain about Xiong Houtang in my heart.

After a few minutes, Xiong Houtang began to fidget again. He rubbed my book at one moment and kicked my schoolbag at the other. Look! White rabbits are almost black rabbits. I couldn't bear it, blushing, pouting, turning around, glaring at him and yelling, Are you bored? ! ? The noise was so loud that the whole class was shocked and came towards me? Attention? The teacher flew into a rage, cursed us and severely criticized our behavior of undermining classroom discipline. In front of more than twenty students in the class, I couldn't help but bow my head in embarrassment, and tears of shame and indignation suddenly welled up in my eyes.

This has happened to me more than once recently. What should I do?