Tell me about my teacher's composition.

My fourth grade Chinese teacher's surname is Lu, and her name is Lu Jia. He has short black hair, a pair of gentle eyes, a tall nose and a mouth that never smiles. Teacher Lu's clothes are very simple, a black fur coat, a pair of black trousers and a pair of polished leather shoes.

Teacher Lu is very strict. No matter class cadres or ordinary students, they will be asked to correct any mistakes. Although the teacher is strict, he also cares about his classmates.

One afternoon, while we were having a Chinese class, one of our classmates said that she was not feeling well. Teacher Lu asked with concern, "Can you persist?" The classmate said "no", so Mr. Lu called his classmate's mobile phone. After the phone call, Mr. Lu carried the classmate to the emergency room of Chinese medicine hospital for treatment. When the parents arrived, they saw Mr. Lu sweating profusely and said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you!" " "

On another occasion, Liu Yang's parents in our class were on a business trip. After learning about his situation, the teacher called him home, made him a bowl of hot eggs and tomato noodles, filled him up, and then helped him with his homework.

This is my Chinese teacher, a strict and caring teacher.

Tell me about my teacher.

My fourth grade Chinese teacher's surname is Lu, and her name is Lu Jia. He has short black hair, a pair of gentle eyes, a tall nose and a mouth that never smiles. Teacher Lu's clothes are very simple, a black fur coat, a pair of black trousers and a pair of polished leather shoes.

Teacher Lu is very strict. No matter class cadres or ordinary students, they will be asked to correct any mistakes. Let me talk about it.

One afternoon, when we were having a Chinese class, a male classmate did a trick at the last table, but he was not expected to be seen by the Chinese teacher. The Chinese teacher went over and asked, "What are you doing?" The male student didn't answer. So the teacher asked again; "What are you doing?" The male student still didn't answer. The Chinese teacher will use force when he sees that the text is not good. He kicked the boy in the stomach, and the boy began to cry. The teacher said, "I asked what are you doing?" The whole class laughed at once, and the teacher said, "What are you laughing at? Stand in front. " The whole class was suddenly silent, and the male students consciously stood in front.

This is my Chinese teacher.

Tell me about my teacher.

From grade one to grade four, I have many teachers. The person I want to talk about most is my second-grade teacher, Wang Fang. Wang Fang is our head teacher and our Chinese teacher. She is beautiful, with black hair, a baby head and big bright eyes under thick eyebrows, and can see through every classmate's mind. Laughing, two rows of white teeth speak clearly and loudly. She is not only beautiful, but also a good teacher who cares about her classmates. (Remember one day last summer)

The weather at school is very good in the morning. I don't know who annoyed God. When school was over at noon, it suddenly turned cloudy and soon the wind blew. It began to rain. The wind blew harder and harder, and it rained harder and harder. At this time, the school bell rang and the students were picked up by their parents one by one. Only I am still walking around the classroom in a hurry. I thought, why hasn't mom come to pick me up? Just when I was in a hurry, Teacher Wang Fang suddenly shouted, "Gong Jing, why don't you go?" Come, I'll take you home. " Then the teacher put on my raincoat and helped me into her car. The heavy rain soaked the teacher's clothes all the way. I said, "Teacher, put on your raincoat. Your clothes are all wet. " The teacher said gently, "no, you'd better wear it." Don't catch cold. " After listening to the teacher's words, my heart was warm.

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling. The teacher rode forward with difficulty. The teacher took me home. I looked at the teacher's back and wet clothes and couldn't help saying, "Teacher! You are really a good teacher who cares about your classmates. "

Tell me about my teacher.

Our teacher is short and a little fat. He has short hair, thick glasses on his nose and bright eyes. He always wears those clothes and doesn't seem to like wearing other clothes.

The teacher has a lot of ink in his stomach. His class must be very vivid. Because the middle teacher always tells us stories, which are very vivid, and most of them are his personal experiences. When the teacher tells a story, people are immersed in his story. Because he always stops in some places to let you think back and bring his own ideas into the story, don't you think it's "heady" to know the following? I'll give it to you if you don't believe me. But I don't remember clearly.

Once in class, a story was suddenly told to us. This is not an ordinary story, but a horror story, telling two stories. One of them is like this: the teacher used to be a teacher in a rural primary school. One day the teacher went out and didn't come back until almost one o'clock in the evening. When I came back to walk the mountain road, I saw a man in the Woods, reaching more than 3 meters. The teacher is curious and follows him. The man found the teacher and ran away. The teacher paused at this point, as if remembering something. Under the students' pleading, the teacher finally spoke again. The teacher chased a grave and found a long log. When he looked up and saw a man running in front of him, the teacher realized that this was not a freak, but a thief stealing wood.

Oh! I forgot to tell you that this is our teacher-Wu Xiaoping.