My teacher wrote five things in 600 words.

Among the teachers who have taught me, my favorite teacher is my head teacher, Mr. Wu. She has bright black hair, a pair of golden eyes, a high nose and a glib mouth. Miss Wu is a strict and good teacher. Speaking of doing homework, Mr. Wu forbids us to write typos, even a punctuation mark. Although it makes us bitter, it also exercises our writing ability and improves our concentration. It's killing two birds with one stone!

Teacher Wu teaches very carefully. In teacher Wu's class, she can clearly see the movements of each of us and know what we are thinking. Teacher Wu will enlighten us, make us think, and let us have a lot to say. Therefore, Mr. Wu's class is always so wonderful! In terms of homework, Mr. Wu, like the Monkey King, has a pair of critical eyes and never misses a mistake.

Teacher Wu will give us a reading space. In the afternoon, the third class will be given by Mr. Wu, who will use this time to let us fully read books, improve our knowledge and enhance our learning ability, and let us swim in the ocean of books.

Teacher Wu is really versatile and can sing and dance well. When the National Day singing competition is about to be held in our school, Mr. Wu personally plays the piano and accordion to accompany us in order to make us sing better. Teacher Wu plays very well and drives me crazy. Not only that, but also the teacher's handwriting is excellent. Among the teachers, Mr. Wu writes very well with brush, chalk and hard pen. Let's all envy it. The teacher is really good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting.

Teacher Wu will give our class a chance to exercise. There is a group on duty every week. The students on duty group will manage students, water vegetables, chair class meetings, and do group appraisal columns. So that every student can have a platform to show himself. And before each Chinese class, students will be invited to tell a short story in turn, so that we can get exercise and be bolder in society in the future.

This is my head teacher. I love my teacher.

Chapter 2: Shi En will never forget my teacher.

My teacher, Miss Wang, has been my head teacher for three years. She is affable, speaks in an orderly way and gives beautiful lectures. Her educational methods are different. Everyone in our class likes her, and she is a veritable good mother.

Teacher Wang is very particular about seats. In the front seat closest to the teacher, you can see clearly the little moves and whispers. Teacher Wang changed the boys who were particularly naughty in class to the front row, leaving them helpless and returning to their original seats after some restraint. Who wants to change seats all day? And I have to be teased by my classmates, which makes me embarrassed and ashamed. Slowly, invisibly, those naughty boys are not naughty in class. Teacher Wang's idea is very useful. Now almost no one in our class has changed seats. This is a great move!

In order to arouse each student's learning enthusiasm, Mr. Wang ingeniously asked us to design a group evaluation form for each group, so that we could register each student's Chinese, math, English scores and usual homework as a group. The difference is that the evaluation criteria of good students and poor students are different. As long as everyone is better than before, you can color the evaluation form. Whoever paints the most colors will make the greatest progress. Group as a unit increases the sense of collective honor, and which group has the most colors is the ultimate winner. In this way, the enthusiasm of every student is mobilized, and every student has a direction to work hard in action. No matter whether the grades are high or low, as long as there is progress, this effect is really good!

Mr. Wang is eloquent and tells vivid stories. Every unit has a story, and each story contains profound truths, such as "self-confidence will never fail", "flowers of civilization bloom everywhere" and "I can do green transportation"

Each of our students learned the truth of being a man in Mr. Wang's story. The students joked that Mr. Wang's story was endless. Teacher Wang, what a genius!

It takes three generations to make a gentleman. In my heart, Miss Wang is an amiable, respectable and lovely good teacher. Miss Wang is like a bright star in the sky, always shining on us. Say, who doesn't like our teacher Wang?

Article 3: My teacher

Nine years of teacher's kindness trumps everything. Is it a teacher you can't forget?

A male teacher strode into the classroom and boarded the platform. He is about thirty years old, with fair skin, a delicate nose on a round face, bright eyes behind two pieces of glass, and a talkative mouth. I think this teacher is tall and burly, and his manners are very elegant. I wonder how his math class is going. I saw this math teacher introduce himself loudly: My surname is Bu, which means divination and carrot. You can call me Mr. Bu. Huh? I like carrots best. I don't know that the naughty classmate gagged and caused everyone to laugh. In the face of the classmates who were laughing their heads off, Mr. Bu on the stage flushed, but he didn't reprimand the classmate, just smiled a simple and honest smile. He left a modest impression on everyone, and later, with the passage of time, everyone gradually liked him. Once, I didn't finish my homework and didn't hand it in that day. Mr. Bu called me to the office and said to me earnestly: Ah! It's good for you to join the choir, but you should first put your study first and do your homework well. Do not put the cart before the horse! Since then, I have never neglected my math homework. Mr. Bu not only teaches mathematics well, but also belongs to the all-round type. In the summer camp organized by our school, we were lucky enough to hear his rich and clear singing, which is very David Jiang's singing style. At that time, he sang the revolutionary song "Sparkling Red Star". Seeing his expressive singing expression, everyone thinks he has the demeanor of a singer. So everyone was moved and fascinated by his singing. Later, they clapped so hard that their slaps turned red, which was very painful. Unfortunately, when we entered the fifth grade, Mr. Bu transferred to another school. I still remember his round face, delicate nose and glib singing.

This is my math teacher, who impressed me the most.