Aristotle has something to say to his teacher: I love my teacher, and I love truth more. Teachers, always keep in mind: the depth of love, the cut of responsibility. Students, remember more: love my teacher and love the truth more. I'd like to share with you some 8-word compositions written by my teacher, hoping to help you.
I love my teacher's composition 8 words, Grade 2 1
Some people say that the teacher is like a candle, burning out the last drop of wax oil for us; Some people say that teachers are like spring silkworms, spitting the last silk for us. Although it is a compliment, I don't like it. It's a little heavy. I think, the teacher is like that endless spring, which is a gushing instruction on the three-inch platform; The teacher is like a bird singing in winter, which is finely broken and crowed, and it is a witty lecture between the smiles.
in that immature scene, I am confused, like a fish's seven-second memory. Her voice, face and smile have long been forgotten, and only the temperature of her palm is for me to miss at any time.
outside the glass door, the hunting gale swept the dust all over the floor. The lingering gentle drizzle was originally intended to appease a few words, but it was annoyed and turned into a downpour in anger, tearing at the wind. From time to time, I slammed on the glass door, and the iron lock on the door trembled in horror and gave a low sob. The children around me were picked up one by one, and I was glad that the peace of mind made me envious. I saw that the classroom with bright lights was suddenly empty, and the excitement and noise of the day disappeared. At that time, the "horror" scene and the loneliness of the raid still make me unforgettable. I only remember a warm hand gently pressing on my head, and the warmth kept coming from my palm. Look back, listen, don't remember her appearance and words.
now that I think about it, it should be a soft tone, with the soft glutinous of middle and small girls in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River. Her appearance? At that time, when I was still young, I had never seen a real rainbow. I just heard it through hearsay and vaguely outlined its beauty and splendor. Now that I think about it, her smile should be like that rainbow. The whole person is brilliant and bright, shining and eye-catching.
at this point, I tried to describe her eyebrows in my mind. There is no way to write, but a smile. The river of years flows forward in a hurry, and the swallow flying south never looks back. But I still thank her, thank those encounters in my life, your warmth and my love.
if you are a rainbow, you won't know it until you meet it.
my love, my teacher.
I love my teacher's composition 8 words. 2
Time flies, too fast, and it has become a permanent memory before I know it! Willow withered, there is a time to be green again; Swallows have gone and come back, but our days are gone forever. The life of our primary school for six years passed by us like running water.
I still remember that six years ago, we came to this campus with immature steps, longing for the school and respect from teachers. Everything was so novel but strange. At this time, a warm big hand grabbed me. I looked up and saw the teacher's bright smile. Thank you, teacher! It is your smile that makes me brave and confident, and makes me spread my wings and soar freely in this vast world!
When I got the joy of victory, you put your arm around my shoulder and said, "You are the pride of the teacher, keep working hard"; When I was frustrated, you took my hand and said, "People will always encounter setbacks, and the key is whether you have the courage to face them"; When I made a mistake, you patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's not terrible to make a mistake, it's terrible that you make it again!" " Thank you, teacher! When I walk on the road of life, you always stand behind me, silently doing my strong backing!
I remember that time, I couldn't do a topic. I went to the office to find you. You were very happy to see me ask the question on my own initiative and helped me to explain it seriously. But at that time, it was very difficult for me to understand this topic. You saw that I didn't understand it. You encouraged me to speak out my doubts and explain it to me again in an easy-to-understand way. You also asked me to show you a similar question on the spot! When I left, you touched my head and said, "Welcome to ask questions often!" Teacher, I later learned that you had a cold and a fever that day!
thank you, teacher! Thank you for nourishing our hearts; Thank you for teaching us knowledge; Thank you for teaching us the truth of being a man ...
On this parting occasion, please let me say "thank you" to you again!
thank you, teacher!
I love my teacher's 8-word composition. I am the first male Chinese teacher I have ever met. I always think it is strange for male teachers to teach Chinese, because it shows that they are not good at science.
He always wears a short white shirt, trousers and blue glasses, and likes to comb his bangs behind his head. He gives the impression that he is very laid-back, walks leisurely and leisurely, giving the impression of four words, no passion, three words, old-fashioned.
at the beginning of the class, I thought it was a nap from my busy study. He talked about what he said, and I missed mine. Everyone should stay out of it. I often study his every movement and every detail with my deskmate.
once, my deskmate gave me a sloped smile and asked me to look at his coat. I looked at it and felt that he was very relaxed. His coat pocket is translucent, and I see there is only a meal card in our school canteen. Later, every time he wore a white shirt, he could see that there was only one meal card, which was safely in his pocket. It can be said that a meal card went all over the world. He has always given the impression that he is so weak that once he wore jeans instead of trousers, just like a weak scholar who switched to playing electric motorcycles, we all found it hard to accept.
Maybe because he was bullied, he gradually became less efficient in handing in his homework in class. Finally, one day, he lost his temper in class, which was as terrible as thunder on a sunny day and the peace before a storm. A seemingly bullying teacher, when he endured to the limit, burst into flames, enough to make a grassland a wasteland in an instant, so we dare not treat him and his courses playfully and re-appreciate the cuteness of this teacher.
Shuguang's handwriting is very good, just like Tao Yuanming, who lives in seclusion. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, but he has the background to become a master. His writing on the blackboard is as hard as finishing his own work, sometimes exaggerated, sometimes ordinary, sometimes slow, sometimes long and slow, sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, and there are endless tricks.
Shuguang often gives us wonderful "dramas". He says, "Now let's talk about this man!" I thought he would only read us a piece of information, but every time he can introduce this person like a spring, he is still unfinished after class, as if he had lived with this person and had endless stories. When it comes to the rising place, he will use his hands and feet, pointing to the distance, gushing as if he were there, or he is the indignant master. When excited, it may be endless like running water, or it may suddenly stop thinking like a broken string. His expression is not rich. He pursed his lips and pondered deeply, which may be his longest action, but he does not spare the movement of his hands and feet. He is willing to use his body language to express his joy, excitement, sympathy or anger towards the host.
Shuguang's dress is very simple, perhaps this is what Lao She said: truly beautiful people don't wear clothes or put on makeup. But his heart is so full of emotions, he will not deliberately hide his feelings, just like a critic has his own feelings about things around him, whether it is praise or irony, he will only say what I think.
He will never be satisfied with the knowledge he has now, nor will he just dabble in his own Chinese major. He once read the English version of Walden, which we have studied. He can also speak Japanese. He once taught us a farewell sentence at the end of Xu Zhimo's "For Japanese Girls"-shian Nora. He said that the translation was very good, and then he spoke authentic Japanese with full emotion.
Shuguang does what he wants to do, says what he wants to say, writes what he thinks, and uses his progress and persistence to infect my study and life.
I love my teacher's 8-word composition. Grade 4
I started writing for you, because all my words are for you.
At the end of August, the long summer is finally over, just like a violin ending at a high speed, even the vibration of the strings is quickly silenced, so I can't wait and feel at a loss. Is this a fear of unknown high schools?
Thank you, I met you, which can smooth the trembling strings. Class teacher, Miss Pan and Pan Mingyan, please allow me to call you, because your name is so beautiful. Bright, bright, as thorough as your heart; Gorgeous, gorgeous, as beautiful as your heart.
Maybe we always follow the inertia carelessly. I'm afraid of my senior high school life. From 6: a.m. to 9: p.m., it's more important than home. Yes, I'm not used to it, but you can get to the classroom earlier than us and leave later. This gives me great comfort. I can take it as a kind of enjoyment for so long a day, enjoy the time with you and enjoy the feeling of knowledge flowing slowly.
I like the free atmosphere and way of your class. You always say that you must lay a solid foundation of classical Chinese in your first year of high school, and you always treat every ancient Chinese and every word seriously, as if you were going to chew it up. We are like sponges that lose water, absorbing desperately for fear of missing something.
I like your cadence when you read. You will always devote yourself to reading every article. The voice is very thin, gentle and slow, and the small stream flowing down from the mountain is fresh and tactfully.
I like your eloquent criticism when you are serious. You always say that you hate students who are absent-minded in class and don't like students who don't take notes often. To tell the truth, you are a little cute when you are serious.
I like the learning methods you kindly gave us. "Everything is difficult at the beginning" I hope we can lay a good foundation from the beginning. Give us a big review once a week and string all the bits and pieces of knowledge together.
I have been with you for almost two months, and I have countless beautiful memories. We have gone through two exams together. No matter the ups and downs, you give us more encouragement. You never regret or complain, even if you are tired. You run such a class group carefully and seriously, so that everyone in it feels warm.
Walking in the misty night, it is not cold, the moonlight is like water, the tall buildings that can be ignored, and the peace of the city is unparalleled. Lazy footprints in the street where the night melted, only a gentle starry sky was scattered.
The night breeze is blowing, and when I think about it, I am really rich, because I met the most beautiful you in the most beautiful years.
Pan, a beautiful surname, bright and bright, as thorough as your heart; Gorgeous, gorgeous As beautiful as your heart! This gives you such a beautiful person! How can I not love you!
I love my teacher's composition 8 words high school 2 5
You are a stone, which sparks a single spark; You are a fire, lighting the lamp of hope; You are a lamp, illuminating the way forward. Thank you for holding up a sky for me.
"After a hundred flowers are picked into honey, you will work hard for whom, and you will be sweet for whom", and the picture of your serious work will always stay in your heart. Many times, when other teachers were playing with their mobile phones happily, you silently corrected one mountain of homework at a time, and the sweat on your palms dripped on the floor, as if you could fill a basin. Even if the cricket sounds outside, you still take pains to leave traces of your hard work in one exercise book after another. You are doing this for your beloved students! It is your high degree of professionalism that makes me admire, respect and move! Without your highly dedicated work attitude, our class would not have achieved impressive results!
"and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away", the romantic past, always has a charming fragrance. Once, you called me to the office and told me a few difficult questions on the test paper. Please tell me what is the difficulty of this difficult problem first, and how to do the auxiliary line method to "solve the case", and I need to do a few similar problems to consolidate it.
when I first started listening, I felt "I'm at a loss", as if my world would be destroyed by several difficult problems. When you saw my frown, you didn't say that I wasn't cut out for math, but patiently said it again and added the conditions for being an auxiliary line. I am suddenly enlightened, so you can continue to talk about the next few topics according to the previous ideas.
"There's no way for mountains and rivers to be suspicious again, and there's another village with bright flowers." I don't know how long it took. When I thoroughly understood those difficult problems and made several similar questions, you smiled with relief. At this moment, the lights bleached the walls. Before leaving, you specially told me not to give up easily the next time I encounter a problem. You should use these methods to get rid of the fog and find the final answer. You also told me to get into the habit of previewing and finish the rest in advance. I don't know what's going on, everything in front of me is so vague ... Without your patience and meticulousness, I wouldn't have broken through the bottleneck! Teacher, I love you!