A little writing exercise with the teacher as the topic.

During my five-year campus life, I remember many teachers, and one of them inspired me the most. Gave me infinite care. That's my math teacher, Miss Huang.

For five years, Mr. Huang has been teaching us mathematics and has formed a deep affection with his classmates. She is not tall, and there are several wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. All the students know how hard she has worked for her teaching career. She is amiable, simple and generous, and is deeply loved by her classmates.

Miss Huang is a teacher who is strict with her students. Once, I only got 90 points in the math exam. For many students, this score is not low, but for a person who usually has good grades and participates in Olympic training, this is a very unsatisfactory result. As soon as the test paper was handed out, I was called to the office and thought, this time I must have been criticized. I came to Miss Huang's desk, and she analyzed every mistake on my test paper with me. Finally, I have to admit that it is carelessness. At this time, Mr. Huang said meaningfully: "You can answer all the questions of the Olympic Mathematics one by one. You are just too proud to take this exam seriously, but you should know that if your usual wisdom can't be shown in the exam, you can't show your strength. You know, the teacher has placed infinite hopes on you. You really let me down. " There was silence around, and Mr. Huang patiently educated me. "Teacher, me. I ... "I don't know why, at that time I couldn't say anything. I can't bear it any longer. Tears of regret filled my eyes. I'm speechless. I looked at the teacher and the test paper silently, only to feel my eyes getting blurred. At this time, I knew Miss Huang's love and hope for me, and I also knew my own mistakes. I sobbed and said, "I'm sorry, teacher." I will correct it. " The teacher smiled and said, "I believe you."

Miss Huang not only cares about my study, but also my life. Once after class, I played shuttlecock with several classmates, and I played the most vigorously. At the beginning of class, Mr. Huang saw that I was sweating like a pig and said to me, "My clothes are wet and I catch cold easily." Go to the toilet to change. " At this time, a gust of wind blew, and I felt cool, but my heart was warm. Miss Huang takes such a small matter to heart. How caring and considerate she is to her students!

Miss Huang, you have done so much for us. You are like a lamp, illuminating my future. You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. Miss Huang, I love you!

I can't forget my teacher.

There is a long-lost experience called moving, and there is an intoxicating feeling called moving. Little by little love in the world can warm many people's hearts. Don't let this love turn into a water drop and slip away from you. In my life, there is another person who gives me warmth and nurtures my growth, my class teacher, Mr. Zhang.

I remember in the second grade. I just entered the second grade. The first class teacher was her. She gave me a lot of encouragement and happiness. Her eyes can talk and keep reminding me. At the beginning of the class, I was so shy that I didn't dare to raise my hand until the teacher asked me to speak. I stood up slowly, lowered my head and said nothing. She asked me to look up, her eyes full of encouragement. After many civil wars, I finally got up the courage to go on. Well done! This is my first speech. Since then, I have actively raised my hand every day and won the envy of my classmates.

By chance, I wrote a draft of four good teenagers. I wrote it carefully and thought it would be evaluated. But there was no news for a long time, and this memory faded in my mind. But a few months later, the headmaster gave me a certificate of commendation, and I stood there with a grain of salt, afraid to take it. The teacher gave me a look and praised me. I ran up with a smile, happy.

In a Chinese class, I was chatting with my deskmate. She gave us a look, but she was not angry. I know this is to remind us to attend class seriously, so we immediately sat up straight and went back to the track of class. The teacher saw us in class seriously, and his face was filled with a happy smile. Suddenly, the air in the classroom became hot. ...

The most important thing is that she is not biased. She treats both boys and girls equally. Once I was uncomfortable, the teacher's comfortable expression immediately became nervous and ran over to touch my head, which made me feel very warm. However, this kind of luck doesn't just happen to me. The lawless Zhou Buddha in our class wore a shirt in the cold weather. The teacher saw it and quickly said to him, "Why are you wearing a skirt?" Did you bring clothes? Cold not cold? I asked your grandfather to send you clothes! Later, Grandpa Zhou Buddha sent a small cotton-padded jacket. You know, the teacher's love for us is warmer than a cotton-padded jacket!

Without her, I am still a naughty child. With her, I won more and more awards. She gave me a wealth of knowledge and excellent grades. She has worked quietly in the education post for decades. She devoted her life selflessly to education and her students ... she was great.

Article 3: My teacher

Teachers, like hardworking gardeners, have nurtured our young saplings; Teachers are like a candle, burning themselves and illuminating others; Teachers are like ...

I have a good teacher, that is, Miss Hu, our math teacher in Grade Three. She is of medium height and full of vitality, just like a slim little tree on a spring morning. Her hair falls down the slope like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and kind eyes are as clear as stars on a clear summer night and as clear as autumn streams.

Mr. Hu's class attracts us like a magnet. We all like listening to her math class. However, she has a selfless heart, and she gave us all her love selflessly. I remember that it was the day near the final exam, and Mr. Hu was giving us a lesson. Suddenly, a female teacher came outside the classroom. She shouted anxiously, "Miss Hu! Teacher Hu! " Teacher Hu walked to the door of the classroom, and the female teacher whispered a few words in her ear and left in a hurry. Teacher Hu looked pale and trembled slightly, but she soon calmed down and continued to give us lectures. At this time, the classroom was very quiet, and only Mr. Hu's kind and gentle voice echoed in the classroom. After class, we talked about it one by one. What happened to the Hu family? In the afternoon, we learned that Mr. Hu's child was ill and kept crying and didn't want to eat. Mr. Hu's husband took the children straight to the hospital. After examination by the doctor, it turned out that the child had acute pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.

The next day, I don't think Mr. Hu will come. I didn't expect to see Mr. Hu as soon as I entered the school gate. Her eyes sank deeply and her face seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Obviously, Mr. Hu didn't sleep well all night and has been taking care of the sick baby, but she always has a smile on her face and looks energetic. We all advised Mr. Hu to take care of the sick child, but she didn't say anything, saying that she couldn't leave us alone. In this way, for half a month, Mr. Hu has been running between the school and the hospital, never taking a vacation and never being late. In the final exam, all our classmates got good grades, but Mr Hu lost a lot of weight.

After class, Mr. Hu often kicks shuttlecock, skips rope, talks about singers, and talks about new things in Kan Kan ... Of course, when we encounter difficulties in our study, Mr. Hu will discuss with us like a big sister, which will benefit us a lot.

Teacher Hu, your earnest teachings moisten every student's heart like spring breeze. Teacher Hu, you will always be our bosom sister and our good teacher.

Article 4: My Chinese teacher.

My teacher is a female teacher, about 35 years old, of medium build and wearing a pair of thick glasses, which shows that she is knowledgeable. Usually, Miss Wei always has a bright smile on her face, but when she is serious, we are afraid. She is a conscientious and responsible teacher.

Miss Wei works hard. In order to teach us well, she often prepares lessons until late at night. Pay attention to every class. She is humorous in class and sometimes tells some jokes, which often makes us laugh. Everyone listened with relish and enthusiasm. Teacher Wei has a heart of loving students and often talks with poor students to help them make progress with us.

Teacher Wei is very concerned about me. Once, Teacher Wei assigned me to write a composition in my hometown. I wrote it without thinking, and it digressed. I wrote a composition in my hometown as a campus composition. Teacher Wei smiled and said to me, "What we want is the beautiful scenery of our hometown, but it is not enough for you to write about the campus. If you write some street buildings or rivers and Mu Tong Bridge in detail, this composition will be better. " Mr. Wei's words opened my eyes. Later, I rewrote this composition and showed it to Teacher Wei. Teacher Wei said I wrote well, better than last time. Sounds as sweet as honey to me. That's how Miss Wei coaxed us. Under her guidance, I got high marks in my composition.

Once, in the morning class, I was practicing writing instead of reading. Teacher Wei saw this and came up to me. He didn't criticize me, but said to me earnestly, "It's good for you to practice calligraphy, but you can practice it after class instead of preparing for the final exam by reading early." When reading in the morning, we should pay close attention to reading and reciting, because the time of reading in the morning is precious, and people have the best memory and are not easy to forget. Teacher Wei's words reminded me that I knew I was wrong. I blushed, bowed my head in shame and said hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei, I know I was wrong, and I will definitely change it." "Teacher Wei said," It is good to know that you are wrong. If you change, you will be a good boy. "Wei teacher is so reasonable, emotional, urging me to make progress.

Teachers are diligent gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland; Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves silently and illuminating others; Teachers are like soul engineers, accompanying us. Teacher Wei has done too much for us. Teacher Wei cares about our affairs, just like the stars in the sky, countless. She gave us meticulous love, warmth and unforgettable teacher's kindness. Miss Wei is a good teacher I respect.

Article 5: A good teacher in my heart.

Her surname is Wang, tall and thin, with fair face and crooked hair. She likes to wear tops and jeans. This is the new teacher who has just been transferred to our school this year. It seems to give you a very kind feeling. I am honored to be her student.

The teacher's attitude towards us is really good, and there is always a kind look in his eyes. Therefore, some students who are not disciplined in class take the opportunity to "exploit loopholes."

In a math class, Yang Zhiwen openly opposed the teacher. I didn't expect the teacher to be in no hurry or annoyed. He sat in a chair and said to everyone, "On the first day of school, I will tell you that no matter who doesn't listen carefully when I give a lecture or when my classmates answer, please ask him to be a teacher. Next, we will ask Yang Zhiwen to give us a speech. " Then, the teacher taught him the lecture method, and with the help of the teacher and classmates, he finally finished the topic that the teacher wanted to talk about. The teacher smiled and asked him, "Are you still talking casually?" He hung his head in shame. We were afraid that he would not correct, so we secretly observed him for a few days. Unexpectedly, he really changed.

I found that the teacher is not only good at educating people, but also speaks well in class. Once, the bell rang, and we rushed into the classroom and sat at the desk, waiting for the teacher to tell us the second lesson "Lin Hai". The teacher came and asked us, "Students, you must know what the sea looks like, so have you ever seen a big forest as endless as the sea?" Today, we will walk into Daxinganling with the famous writer Lao She and enjoy the scenery there. A forest like the sea can we call it? "The students said in unison," Lin Hai! "By the way, it's great. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and left two beautiful words "Lin Hai" on the blackboard with white chalk.

"Next, please read the text yourself, find out the sentences that make you feel kind and comfortable in the text and draw them. Ok, start ... ". We listened to that class very carefully. Under the guidance of the teacher, we seem to be in a green ocean, wearing loose shirts, white birch skirts and embroidered shoes, enjoying Xing 'an Mountains and feeling the tenderness of the mountains ... We didn't even hear the bell after school.

The teacher also investigated our personal hobbies. She also said that a wide range of interests is conducive to our healthy development. As long as it is reasonable, she will support it, but the relationship between it and learning should be treated correctly. No, an athlete who participated in the county sports meeting in my class said that sports delayed learning, but the teacher said it was an opportunity to show himself. ...

How's it going? You will like our teacher after listening to it, won't you? Although she taught us for a short time, she left a deep impression on me.

Article 6: My teacher

Friends, do you know how serious our teacher Huang is in teaching? Now, let me tell you! I remember that on a cold winter night, I went to Xiao Zhi's house to pick up a selection of compositions and saw Miss Huang correcting our compositions. I walked on to Xiao Zhi's home.

At Xiao Zhi's house, we chatted for a while, and I went home with my chosen composition. It's past 10, and the biting cold wind is blowing violently. At this moment, I saw that the light in Miss Huang's house was still on. I looked in, and Miss Huang was still correcting her composition. At this time, she was wearing a fur coat, holding a red pen in her right hand and turning over our composition book in her left hand. The red pen in her right hand sometimes draws circles, sometimes wavy lines and horizontal lines. Suddenly Mr. Huang began to cough, and his cough was hoarse. She put down her pen, took some pills and poured a glass of boiling water. I almost cried out when I saw all this: Miss Huang! It is getting late. You should go to bed. It's too cold today, and you'll get sick if you go on like this.

When I got home, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. I thought to myself: I have such a good teacher, how can I be so naughty and not study hard? I must turn over a new leaf, study hard and strive for excellent results to report to the teacher!

Our teacher not only teaches carefully, but also cares about his classmates.

One day, I was sick and had a high fever. Despite the injection and medicine, the fever still hasn't gone down. I insist on going to school because I'm afraid I can't keep up with my studies. In order not to let my classmates and teachers know that I was ill, I sat in my seat and reviewed my lessons carefully. When the bell rang, the teacher came in, looked around at the students, opened the textbook and came to me while reading the text. She came up to me, touched my forehead with her hand, frowned and said, "Xiao Ming, you are sick." I nodded, and Miss Huang called me to the office. She took out a packet of powder and a bottle of white flower oil from the drawer and brought a steaming cup of boiling water. She dripped white flower oil on her fingers and rubbed my temples. Gradually, my head feels less painful. The boiling water has also turned cold. At this time, Miss Huang poured the powder into my mouth and told me to drink the water, so it wouldn't be so bitter. After taking the medicine, lying in the teacher's arms, a warm current welled up in my heart. Suddenly, I picked up tears like beans and fell straight down. The teacher saw it and frowned and asked, "Xiao Ming, does your head hurt more?" I just shook my head. I thought to myself: I used to sing such a song "Only mother is good in the world", and now I want to say that teachers are better than mothers.

Friends, I have such a good teacher. Do you know that?/You know what?

Article 7: My teacher

In our life and study, many teachers treat us like our biological parents. They took great pains to cultivate our young trees and treat us like their own children. They not only care about and take care of us, but also help us understand many things and learn many new knowledge.

When I was in kindergarten, there was a teacher Liu who was very kind to me, so I will never forget her until now.

I remember once, it rained heavily, and many children were picked up by their parents, leaving only me and two children in the activity room. Although my family lives in the family building behind the kindergarten, it rains heavily and I don't have an umbrella. My parents went out, too. At that time, I was young and didn't have a key to my home. After waiting for a long time, the two children have been picked up and my mother hasn't come to pick me up yet. It happened that Mr. Liu was on duty this day. Seeing my anxious appearance, he came over and stroked my head and said, "Yifan, go to the teacher's house." The teacher will cook for you. When your mother comes back, the teacher will take you home. Will you have fun with your little brother? " Seeing Mr. Liu's kind face and gentle words, I nodded involuntarily. Then my teacher and I walked in the rain with umbrellas. The teacher's home is not far from the kindergarten. On the way, Teacher Liu gave me the big face of the umbrella and the small face to herself. I came to the teacher's house and saw my little brother, who was only a few months old. He just said, "e-e-e-e" is really funny. The teacher wiped her bright black hair and asked me what to eat. I said, "Miss Liu, suit yourself. I can eat anything. " The teacher smiled.

The next day, I came to the kindergarten and found that Miss Liu was ill, with a terrible sore throat and a headache, but she still insisted on coming to work. During the lunch break, the teacher told us to go to bed and sit in the chair by ourselves, eating black, round and big pills, which was hard to swallow. I'm sorry to see them. It's all my fault. Yesterday, the teacher caught a cold. When I got up in the afternoon, I said "sorry" to my teacher. At first, the teacher was "puzzled by monk Zhang Er". Later, she smiled, and her petal-like lips widened, making her look more beautiful. She said to me, "You and I are not sad, but we froze last night." I'm even sadder to hear that. The teacher is trying not to make me sad!

What a good teacher! I care about not only my family, but also my children. I don't know how many children like me have been cared for and loved by teachers. What a kind mother! Treat everyone around her with her pure and kind heart. Unfortunately, now that she has transferred to another kindergarten, I can hardly see her. But I still remember my teacher's amiable face. Miss Liu, how I miss you!

Article 8: Thank my teacher.

Teachers are always caring for us, helping us and encouraging us from innocent children six years ago to young people now. On the occasion of graduation, I thank the teachers who have educated me. Without your kind teaching, there would be no me now.

Teacher Zhou, the class teacher:

Miss Zhou is our sixth grade Chinese teacher and head teacher. Maybe it's because our Chinese foundation in grade four and five is relatively poor. It is difficult for teachers to teach us. In order to study better, Mr. Zhou will take pains to accompany us to practice common exercises in exams to make up for our previous shortcomings. She often encourages us to study with a good mood. Through our joint efforts, in the last semester, we finally won the glorious title of "excellent class group at the school level"

Chinese teacher Mr. Chai:

Teacher Chai is our Chinese teacher in Grade Four and Grade Five. He is our teacher in class, but he is our good friend in his spare time. Besides the knowledge in class, he also likes to teach us some principles of being a man in a unique way. I still remember one time in class, he took two cages with two lovely white rabbits in them. Just when we were wondering, he told us about the relationship between people and animals, because our classmates bought rabbits at the school gate at that time, and the teacher enlightened us after knowing it. This lesson is still fresh in my mind.

Teacher Chen, the math teacher:

Teacher Chen is a kind and strict teacher. She treats us as a mother treats her children, so we often call her "mother Chen" affectionately. Before last semester in Grade Five, I had no confidence in mathematics, and I was always content with the status quo and didn't want to do better, so when I took the mid-term exam, my math scores plummeted. Afterwards, after the parent-teacher conference, my father went to ask Mr. Chen about my study, and Mr. Chen truthfully told my father about my study. When I got home, my father told me what Mr. Chen said. From then on, I kept in mind the teacher's words, studied math hard and overcame my previous fears. Not long ago, my teacher praised me in front of our class. In fact, I think it is impossible for me to wake up and study hard without Mr. Chen's outspoken attitude at that time, so I want to say to you, "Thank you!" I will never forget your words! "

I am about to leave the campus where I spent six years. I want to say to the teachers who have taught me: "Thank you teachers!" " "

Article 9: Teachers and students love my teacher.

Mr. Zhu is tall and thin, slim, with long hair and a pair of exquisite glasses hanging on his nose. Teacher Zhu has a pair of big round eyes under his curved eyebrows, like two black grapes. Her eyes can speak. Once, when I was reading aloud, I put my legs out of my desk. Teacher Zhu came to my desk and looked at me kindly, as if to say, "Jiaqing, study with the right posture and attitude." I immediately drew my legs back.

Teacher Zhu is conscientious and responsible in her work. One morning, the sun shone brightly on the earth like a big fireball. It's the same in the classroom, as hot as an oven. Teacher Zhu asked us to make our own papers, but she didn't seem to feel anything. Not afraid of the heat, she corrected her homework carefully in front of the lecture table, but the sweat ran down her cheeks and climbed down like a bug. But Mr. Zhu still concentrates on correcting homework, and there is still no complaint. Ah, I was deeply moved by Mr. Zhu's dedication to his post.

Teacher Zhu speaks very well, too. Vivid and interesting explanations often attract us deeply. When you listen to Mr. Zhu's class, you will feel as if you have entered an ocean of knowledge. The teacher led everyone to swim and explore in that ocean of knowledge.

Teacher Zhu loves us as much as our mother. On June 1 day, after we finished the program, Teacher Zhu said loudly, "Students, go to the teacher's house to play. We are very happy to hear that. We talked and laughed with Mr. Zhu and went to the teacher's house with great interest. After we went, we quickly turned on the computer and played happily. Teacher Zhu was busy cooking in the kitchen, and sweat ran down his cheeks. She said happily, "I must cook some dishes that I am best at for my students." "In a short time, the table was filled with delicious food, and we were all drooling, and everyone ate with relish. Eating and eating, we also played a word solitaire game. At this moment, Teacher Zhu looked at us happily and narrowed his eyes. Oh, I see. Teacher Zhu's love is sweat, and Teacher Zhu's love is delicious food. My affection for Miss Zhu is as deep as my mother's love for me.

This is my teacher Zhu. She burned herself like a candle, illuminating the road to success for me. Yes, how many teachers in the world devote themselves to their posts in obscurity. Teacher, how ordinary this post is, there is no gorgeous stage, and the three-foot platform is the world where she spreads her life. In the face of those dozens of pairs of confused and eager eyes, she passed on her knowledge to the children without hesitation, and herself? ... ah! Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can't count your efforts, and poetry can't count your love for everyone! I love you!