My teacher's sixth grade composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will often come into contact with composition, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are seven compositions written by my sixth grade teacher, which I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

My sixth-grade teacher's composition 1 When I was in my junior year, I thought she was beautiful and led a group of birds flying around. When I was in junior grade, I thought she was very proud, and what she said was earth-shattering. Now, I know: in that classroom, she will always be the nest keeper; On that blackboard, the truth is written and the utility is erased; That podium, lift others and dedicate it to yourself.

She comes to the classroom at 7: 30 every morning and urges us to make good use of the morning time. When her classmates are doing eye exercises, she stays in the classroom so that they can take good care of their eyes.

At noon, she didn't rest. She came to the classroom early to correct our homework. Isn't it just to make students' grades like "sesame blossoms are getting higher and higher"? Sometimes during the lunch break, I explain and analyze difficult problems and teach us seriously. Let us know all the lessons we have learned. Some students are still disgusted. But she sacrificed her lunch break without complaining.

She is meticulous in class and will never allow anyone to be distracted. Once she found out, she was severely criticized. In the criticism, I know that she wants her classmates to correct their mistakes, listen carefully in class and learn knowledge well. If a classmate refuses to repent again and again, she will give up the hopeless classmate.

She also asked the class cadres to take turns to be on duty, so that students could abide by the daily norms of primary school students. She also adjusted the tasks of the students on duty to make them do their jobs easily.

She is the head teacher of our class-Miss Zheng. Maybe there are better teachers in the world than her, but in my heart, she is the most dedicated.

A famous person once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress." It's true.

My cousin and I are both "book fans" and often make a fuss about reading. Even menstruation couldn't stand it, so he had to choose to avoid it.

"Wow!" I let out a cry in my study, as if I had discovered a new continent. My sister came when she heard the sound. Quickly asked: "What's the matter? Did something happen? " I replied in a low voice, "shh, keep your voice down, so that my cousin can't hear you." I tell you, I found another book, which looks good. " As soon as I finished speaking, the book in my hand disappeared.

"My cousin must have robbed me again!" I said angrily. He hurried to find his cousin. My cousin disappeared like "God of plague".

Just when I was depressed with my head down, I suddenly looked up and saw a bookstore. I went in, took a book and read it. I watched, tears involuntarily fell from my eyes. I thought: What book is this? It's so touching. I closed the book and looked at it. The four glittering characters of love education came into my eyes.

Then I continued to watch. This book seems to have magic power, which deeply attracted me and brought me into another world.

"Kid, it's getting dark. Hurry home, or your parents will be in a hurry. " A gentle word interrupted my train of thought. At this moment, I looked up. "wow! It's getting dark, this ass is definitely going to bloom! " I quickly put down my book and rushed out of the store. Like a rabbit just coming out of a cage, I ran to the door and locked it without even time to catch my breath. "Whoops-"I breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, no one is here. Only my cousin is reading with relish. She doesn't even realize that I'm back." Cousin! "ah! You surprised me! Are you robbing books again? Hum! No! " This angered me. I was just about to reach out and grab it, and I thought of "education of love": learn to be considerate of others ... Thinking of this, I shrank my hand back and went back to my room.

Later, I quietly thought: the book is right, learn to be considerate, respect and understand others. Education of Love: You are really my good teacher!

My teacher's sixth grade composition 3 There are more class hours in the sixth grade. Different teachers have different teaching styles, among which my favorite is Mr. Zhu in our science exam.

Miss Zhu is a tall female teacher. Her face is always red, like a delicate red apple. Her eyes are small, and she smiles like a crescent moon, which is very cute. Teacher Zhu always smiles at his parents and students and looks very kind. She has never punished her students, and we all respect her, which is why I especially like her. Because we are still young and have unlimited potential, we can't decide our future development by our academic performance. Teachers should treat every student equally and encourage them more, instead of scolding them easily, which will hurt our little self-esteem and self-confidence.

Teacher Zhu is knowledgeable and always gives us strange experiments in different classes. I am particularly interested because he can create unimaginable miracles. Teacher Zhu's teaching style is very unique. Instead of instilling knowledge into us according to the routine, she asked us to think and explore ourselves before doing an experiment. Only in this way can we cultivate the good habit of using our brains and practicing actively.

I still remember some experiments. Once, on Sunday night, I did an interesting experiment at home according to my teacher's request. The next day, in class, Mr. Zhu prepared experimental equipment and began to do experiments. First, pour a small glass of water into the glass, and then pour some oil. Surprisingly, water and oil separated after a while. Oil is above, water is below. On a completely different level. This is completely out of line with the reality of our lives. Just when we were all puzzled, the teacher said with a smile, did the students do experiments at home yesterday? Everyone nodded, just don't know why. Then, the teacher explained that oil is lighter than water, so when oil and water are mixed, the light naturally floats on the top and the heavy one floats on the bottom. This is the result of the experiment. We suddenly had an epiphany and understood the truth.

I love my science teacher.

My teacher's sixth-grade composition Article 4 My head teacher, Mr. Chen, is the teacher who impressed me the most so far.

Teacher Chen is tall, with curly black hair and a kind smile. How can anyone not like her and not be close to her? I am no exception.

I will never forget Mr. Chen's support and help when I ran for the class Committee in the third grade.

I really want to be a propaganda Committee member when I run for the class Committee, and I only have two votes. When I voted for Tan Ruiqi, I was puzzled. Is the last vote for yourself or for others? Yes, I really want to be a propaganda Committee member, but I think Wang is more suitable than me. If I became a propaganda committee member, but the blackboard newspaper I drew was just so-so, which affected the class honor, that would be bad. I gritted my teeth and voted for Wang for the last time. When it was my turn, no one chose me in the class. Teacher Chen said with a smile: "The person who can vote for his opponent is a noble person. Lu Jiayi has the spirit of sacrificing class interests, so I decided to vote for her. " As soon as Mr. Chen finished speaking, the students all raised their hands. Finally, I was miraculously chosen.

This incident left a deep impression on me. Teacher Chen understands every student's mood and dreams and will try her best to help them realize their dreams. Thanks to teacher Chen's support, I have enhanced my self-confidence. At that time, I made up my mind that I would conscientiously complete the task given to me by Mr. Chen and not let him down.

Teacher Chen loves literature, and always reads us a beautiful text or a classic picture book when studying in class. And let us know the author, express our opinions and enrich our knowledge. How can everyone not like this method of entertaining and entertaining? Under the influence of teacher Chen, many students in our class fell in love with Chinese. Not only that, Mr. Chen also carried out a variety of reading activities. For example, "I recommend a good book to you" or "teachers and students of classic reading". Under the guidance of Mr. Chen, the students not only fell in love with reading, but also understood that they should read useful books, which will benefit us for life.

Teacher Chen teaches us knowledge like a gardener and takes care of us like a mother. She is a good teacher in my mind and I like her!

By my side, there are many people who moved me, among which my English teacher, Miss Liang, moved me the most.

Miss Liang is my English teacher. Why do you say she is touching people? Because she has done our teaching work in all aspects. Every morning, when she comes to school, she smiles and greets me. Some students are absent from class on leave, and she always waits for him to come back and help him make up lessons seriously. When other students do something wrong, she will call him to the front and patiently criticize and correct him. In front of her classmates, she is very kind as if she were our mother. We all like her very much, like her fluent language in lectures, like her kind eyes when communicating with classmates, and like her meticulous quality in teaching.

I remember in an English class, as usual, Teacher Liang came into the classroom with a tape recorder. The difference is that she seems a little tired. Instead of calling everyone to class at once, she wrote on the blackboard: I'm very sorry! Suddenly, the whole class immediately became "lively", and all the students were whispering. I don't know what happened: what happened to Miss Liang? Why did you write these words? Are you sick? The teacher ignored us, coughed a few times and wrote down some English words to be learned in this class on the blackboard. Then I coughed a few times and said, "Class!" I heard her hoarse voice and realized that Miss Liang had lost her voice! The students were very surprised Miss Liang usually has a good voice. Why did she suddenly become mute today? She should be tired in class every day.

The teacher called an assistant and asked him to read the sentences written in her book. He also guided him. Every time he speaks, he struggles, sometimes his voice is hoarse, and sometimes he can't even make a sound. He had to cough a few times before continuing. Hearing teacher Liang's hoarse voice, I couldn't wait to raise my hand and say loudly, "Teacher Liang, let me help you!" "

It was not until the class was over that Mr. Liang's hoarse voice slowly left our ears.

From this incident, I realized the careful teaching and self-sacrifice of Teacher Liang. Without these qualities, she may speak casually in class, or stop attending class with a little cough. But teacher Liang is not like this. Her spirit of devoting herself to teaching completely touched us!

My teacher's sixth grade composition article 6 I have a serious and kind class teacher. She is both a gardener and a mother, while Teacher Fu is both a gardener and a mother to students.

Whenever a classmate does something wrong, Mr. Fu will seriously criticize him. Whenever a classmate does something good, she always encourages and praises him. The teacher's keen and kind eyes make us feel serious and kind.

I remember last year's New Year's Day party, I performed a violin solo, and at the climax, my feet couldn't help beating the beat. After the play, the whole class burst into warm applause. Unexpectedly, a naughty boy told me in a strange way that the leg cramp was a performance. Suddenly the students burst into laughter, and my face was burning and I felt very wronged. How much I need the teacher's help at this time! At this time, Mr. Fu looked at everyone with serious eyes, then at the naughty boy, and then said calmly, "Pan Ziyi can study hard in his spare time, and the piano sound is so beautiful, but some students lack this diligent spirit." Hearing this, my mood can't be calm for a long time. When I needed the teacher's helping hand most, Fu helped me and gently criticized the classmate, which not only solved the small contradiction between the classmates, but also comforted and encouraged me. I admire her from my heart.

Every time I work, Mr. Fu always criticizes and encourages good words or wonderful sentences with a red pen, which makes me interested in composition.

I like paying teacher, not only because she trained me like a gardener, but also because she taught us the truth of being a man like a mother.

Teacher, you are a bright light in my life. Without your guidance, I can only continue to grope in the dark ... Teacher, you are a hard gardener. Without your cultivation, there would be no us today. I will never forget your cultivation. For the sake of our happiness, did you say no to eating more bitterness? A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns himself. Teacher, you are the fulcrum for us to pry up the earth!

It was a breezy afternoon. Because of the poor grades in our class, there are many classes in other classes, but our class doesn't even have a head teacher. Seeing that the class is getting worse every day, at the critical moment, Mr. Wang provoked this heavy burden and walked into our hearts. Miss Wang is not only our Chinese teacher, but also our class teacher and political and ideological counselor. He often inspires us to be self-respecting, self-respecting and self-loving, and to be strong in life. People often say: failure is not terrible, what is terrible is not to struggle again; It is not terrible to fall behind, but it is terrible to stop pursuing; It is not terrible for others to look down on themselves. The terrible thing is that they look down on themselves. In order to improve our grades, we often get up at night, light candles and try to improve our grades. Sometimes, I think, a teacher is not a candle, and always only knows how to sacrifice himself and illuminate others. It's okay to get up at night. The teacher also suffers from allergic rhinitis, and his leg hurts badly every rainy day. Nevertheless, I left home early, rain or shine. Every time he explains, he is patient, meticulous and tireless. Until we understand. But in the end, what did he get in return? We counted down in the mid-term exam, and other subjects were a mess. All my blood is in vain, and my hope is in vain. Why not let him suffer?

Alas! The teacher sighed lightly and gently put down the test paper in his hand. Then, he said in a hoarse voice that the exam was not ideal. Everyone was silent. He also said: Today is the last lesson I will give you. What, the last lesson, made me come to my senses from regret. Other teachers will come tomorrow, so study hard later! Although the sound is very small, it sounds like a bolt from the blue to all of us. Dozens of stunned eyes turned to Mr. Wang, and he turned away in pain. We realize that this statement is correct. The teacher choked. Suddenly, the famous naughty boy in the class pouted and burst into tears: Miss Wang, it's all my fault that you don't leave. It's my fault for being naughty in class and making you angry. Please punish me! As long as you don't leave, you can punish me any way you want. He was in tears. It can be seen that the teacher's concern for us far exceeds my imagination. Alas! Seeing him like this, the teacher sighed again, shook his head and motioned him to sit down with his hand. No, it's not your fault, it's just my fault. The teacher's voice is very low. This is my most painful failure in teaching for 20 years. I am deeply ashamed. I failed to live up to my parents' expectations, failed to live up to the trust of the school, and failed to take good care of my students. I feel sorry for you. Say that finish, the teacher bowed his head. Later, our class organized a teacher's apology meeting, and the teacher finally stayed.

Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;

Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;

Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;

Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;

A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.

Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.

Whose festival is it today? This is a festival for every teacher. However, under the spotlight of numerous commendation meetings and dancing, the grassroots significance of the festival seems to remain on slogans and banners, or just a festival for ethnic minority teachers who have sacrificed their lives and health and made outstanding contributions. There is a group of people: they may not have published a paper in a core journal all their lives, but they are willing to send away a bunch of students in the mountains; They may not have been able to train Peking University students in Tsinghua all their lives, but they spent their youth in the school for migrant children; They may hesitate for a long time to buy a dress, but squeeze out their meager salary to help poor students; They may also complain a little about the environment and treatment, and be cynical about the exam-oriented education, but they still share life and death with China's education-"they", and they are also the most natural and lovely people!