Diary 300 words: my teacher (Selected 25)
The day is over again, what's your summary? Why don't you take the time to write a good diary. Diary you think good how to write? The following is my carefully organized diary 300 words: my teacher (selected 25), for your reference, I hope it can help the friends in need.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 1
"The spring silkworm is not finished until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry. My teacher is like a candle that burns itself to illuminate us.
In the blink of an eye, I am about to become a third-grade student. My teachers are conscientious and responsible, great and selfless, they are like hard-working gardeners, using their own heart and soul to water us, the growing seedlings.
My language teacher surnamed Fu, tall, thick eyebrows under a pair of big eyes. She has a pair of big eyes under her thick eyebrows. Her language in class is precise and vivid, and her voice is mellow and rich in emotion. Her class has a magnet-like attraction, I like to go to Ms. Fu's language class.
Ms. Fu's lectures are not only loud and vivid, but also contain a wealth of emotions. I remember Mr. Fu gave us on the I'm not the weakest article, I listened with great interest, the text of the Sasha with their own actions to prove that they are not the weakest, education, we have to help take care of the weak, to help the side of the weaker than their friends.
Ms. Fu is like a bright light, giving us the way forward, leading us to the road to success. With her rich emotions, she creates a vivid and concrete situation to lead us to swim and explore in the sea of knowledge.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 2Ms. Li is the language teacher of our class. She looks small and delicate, beautiful and generous, with a pair of big eyes that can talk, and a head of black hair "big waves", sometimes she hair into a "pony tail", sometimes hair into a "twisted braid "She is also a good friend of mine. You look more carefully, you will find her face with a few cute "small beans", really interesting.
Ms. Li is a kind and amiable teacher. In the classroom she is always smiling, if the students accurately answer the question, will smile and say: "You are great ......", if the students answered wrong, or smile and say: "You sit down first, and then carefully think, I believe you will be able to find the answer. Think, I believe you will be able to find out the answer!" After class, she mingled with her classmates and became our good friends.
Ms. Li is also a strict teacher. This afternoon she was furious, there are several in the class did not finish their homework on time, and the words written upside down, Ms. Li very harshly criticized them, told them to make up after class before going home.
This is my language teacher - Ms. Li, I like her very much.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 3
Mr. Chen, from the first grade "young and ignorant" to the sixth grade "small adults", you accompanied us through. You for us, do not know how much effort, how much sweat, but you have no complaints. In my mind, you have always been a good
teacher who is dedicated to her duties.
Her classroom from time to time there will be students happy laughter, her classroom from time to time there will be students impulsive run to the podium and her theory. She is humorous, generous, and we are together every day, it is like a long time to meet an old friend.
Teacher ah! We are a group of future flowers of the motherland, and you are the sunshine and rain to nurture us. Small seeds will not forget to grow up once cared for its sunshine, rain, warmth in the most needy, your labor, there will be a great harvest; your love and care, will let
We will never forget; your little by little, will let us understand your labor.
You are a signpost, guiding us out of the life of the road to choice. You are a bright lamp, light up our hearts. You are the gardener, nurturing our 50 flowers ......
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 4Ancient people once said, "The spring silkworms to the death of silk is not exhausted, the wax torch into ash tears began to dry." This famous saying has been passed down for thousands of years. Teacher you are a hard-working gardener, pruning us, you are a candle, dedicating yourself to illuminate others, teacher your love for us, we can not use words to express!
I am now in the third grade, in these three years of time, the teacher you care about me, I will never forget, bits and pieces will always be in my mind. Among them I most want to say to Mr. Miao: thank you!
I remember in first grade, there was a class when I suddenly had a fever, weakness, headache, the whole person is dizzy, at this time, Ms. Miao came to my side, with her wide and warm hand touched my head, concerned about: "Do not worry, I will immediately lead you to find your aunt." Ms. Miao told my aunt and then let me go to my aunt to take my temperature and poured me a cup of water for me to drink.
When I think of that day, I feel an immense warmth in my heart. Mr. Miao is a good teacher who is amiable and treats his students like his own children.
Mr. Miao, I like you very much! I hope you will always be healthy and happy!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 5
Mr. Huang is sometimes very serious and scary; Mr. Huang is sometimes very cute, dancing hands and dancing is very cute; Mr. Huang is also sometimes very smiley and laughs quite beautifully. It was fifth grade when we recited "The Daily Recitation" very loudly, and she was so happy that she laughed and smiled very sweetly. I read and thought, if the teacher can have a sweet smile no matter what time of the day in the future that would be great (provided we are good).
Mr. Huang liked to smile and tell us stories about his son, and the students would rush to say the first sentence, "Mommy ah!" We (teachers and students) coincidentally laugh teacher coincidentally laugh, while laughing together to complete our story - storytelling, listening to stories, really fast! This is when Ms. Huang is the most beautiful. In the middle of the lesson, Ms. Huang often played a little joke with us, we have not laughed enough, she suddenly danced, dancing with her hands, do you think it's strange? "Hee hee, Ms. Wong looks a bit strange, dancing like Cantonese opera, dancing like dance, strange." Of course, the result was another round of laughter from teachers and students. We love the smiling Ms. Huang, who is very beautiful!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 6
Chernyshevsky said a sentence: "Teachers want to create a kind of what students, they should be this kind of person."
A good teacher in my mind can make the boring and tedious coursework lively and interesting, and let us experience the fun of learning without realizing it.
A good teacher in my mind cares about the students. Whether it is a good student, poor students, excellent students, are treated equally. As the saying goes: teachers are like parents! Indeed, in the school family, students and teachers are like our relatives.
The good teacher in my mind should be amiable, loving like a mother, relatable like a sister, and knowing like a friend.
Our new homeroom teacher, Ms. Jiang, is such a teacher, who considers it her happiness to dedicate her life to education.
Mr. Jiang, you are the red candle, you are the gardener, you are the spring silkworms ------ you like a mother to take care of every young heart, you have taught the students to thrive, is the witness of your hard work for more than ten years as one day!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 7She, a person with a teacher's demeanor. Curved hair scattered on both shoulders; a pair of glasses with her bright eyes; a look to know that she a talented person, she is our admired classroom teacher - Ms. Wang.
Ms. Wang is very much in love with our class, and even more in love with us, the future flowers of the motherland. Not to say anything else, take her class time. She kept telling us what we don't know, and if one of the students didn't understand, she would tell us again, until the whole class had learned and understood. Summer was the most tiring time for Ms. Wang. The sun was beating down on her and it was very hard for her to speak, and every word she said felt dry in her throat. But despite this, she didn't care about the fatigue and carefully analyzed every problem for us. We see in the eyes, pain in the heart, really want to learn quickly, for the teacher to lift these troubles.
Teacher ah. We are a group of flowers of the future of the motherland, and you are the sunshine and rain to nurture us. The small seed will not forget when it grows up once cared for its sunshine and rain, the warmth of the most in need of help, your labor, there will be a great harvest; your love and care, will let us not forget for a long time; your little by little, will let us understand your labor ......
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 8Spring silkworms The silk is released until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry.
It will make us think of the teachers around us, especially the one who paid the most for us. Speaking of the best teacher that is my language teacher 'she is a very gentle, kind and beautiful teacher, I have a lot to say to her.
My teacher is very ordinary, but what she did is touching. She is very beautiful, she has a head of curly hair and a very slim figure. Through contact with her for a long time our class are very like her. Especially I, teacher I like you very much, because your attitude is very amiable, never lose your temper with us, always treat us as your friends and children, although you are not our homeroom teacher, but better than the homeroom teacher on our care. You do not prejudice, in your eyes there is no good and bad students, all students are equal. You not only teach us knowledge, but also teach us how to behave. You are too responsible!
I love you, language teacher.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 9Ms. Wang is my math teacher. She has a pair of curved eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes with a small nose underneath, and the most distinctive feature is her mouth. Her mouth is like a "machine gun", no matter when there are "bullets" flying out. Ms. He has a chubby body, a little tall, and walks very fast. Yesterday, I got up early to go to school, on the road to see Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang with me to walk, I saw a classmate turned a body, Mr. Wang has disappeared!
And then there is Mr. Wang's "machine gun", this "machine gun" is not only "bullets" more, but also very humorous, if any of the students to speak small talk, Mr. He would be nagging up, "students! You don't study well you grow up your son will laugh at you! Being your son ridiculed is always bad, right! ......"
Ms. Wang is also very strict, students have mistakes, Ms. Wang never engage in special treatment, she only recognize things do not recognize people. We study a little error to be punished. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are talking about!
This is Mr. Wang - a teacher who is both humorous and strict
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 10I went to the fourth grade for a new language teacher. She was about thirty years old, slim, with a long braid on her dark head and a nice speaking voice. This is our new teacher - Ms. Zeng Cailan.
Ms. Zeng can speak humorously! I remember when she gave us the first class, there are two very naughty students in our class talking loudly below. I thought Ms. Zeng would be angry, but Ms. Zeng said with a smile on her face, "You two are really good to the teacher, the first class to give the teacher a gift." The classmates laughed out loud. After class, the students said this teacher was really funny. In the second class, Mr. Zeng said, "I've already read your homework, and you have to rewrite everything you've done in the wrong format, and rewrite anything that's not neatly written." This is how strict Mr. Zeng is with us. Ms. Zeng's lectures are very lively and informative, and we all enjoy her classes.
This is our new semester language teacher. I like her funny lessons and serious lectures. Also like her strict requirements.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 11My teacher is an amiable, kind and gentle teacher, he is the best teacher I've ever seen in my life, I respect him, I love him, I like him more. I like his cute expression, I like him to smile and show two teeth like a rabbit.
I clearly remember in my first year, my homeroom teacher is a white fat, walking like a duck young man 〈with a bit of hyperbole〉, his hair curly, his face has a fat meat, let people look like a good want to bite Oh! 〈By the way, teacher, you must not let the already very hungry people meet you, or you will be disfigured oh! Oh~~〉
Because just ascending the first year to military training, as our old class so we have to accompany us in the sun, I sympathize with him so hard to accompany us, at first I saw our old class is a man, feel very bad, see other classes of the old class is a woman feel very envious, later, I don't think so, because of all his everything is moving me, so that I myself feel that I am very lucky to have this class teacher. I was lucky to have such a class teacher. He is very responsible as a class teacher, the class is very well taken care of, so I like him very much ``````
Diary 300 words: my . Teacher Part 12It's already very late, our teacher hasn't rested yet, he's helping us to correct our compositions, he seems to be so absorbed that he has forgotten the time.
We met Mr. Zhou in the third grade. He only taught us for a week before he moved to Yangguandian Elementary School. In a flash, three years passed, and our Mr. Zhou came back. We saw his kind face again. Is this the governor's arrangement, or the mayor's arrangement. No, it was God's arrangement. In September of this year, he returned to us. Mr. Zhou typed our well-written essays on the Xiaohuo website as a reward for us in order to improve our homework. He didn't close his tired eyes until after ten o'clock every night. In order to expand our reading, Mr. Zhou also bought us library cards and went to borrow and exchange books for us every day. Teacher Zhou also has a little bit of humor in class, and his voice is very loud.
This is our teacher Zhou, a kind teacher. When we meet a teacher like this, can we not study hard?
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 13Your light is bright for me, your hair is white for me, your spine is bent for me, and your life exists for me. Your smile is a beautiful dream, your care is simple love, your narrative is the key to life, your handwriting is the road sign of tomorrow. Teacher love is like a mountain, teacher's grace is like the sea, millions of miles of road always have your company! Teacher, we all say that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I have to say, you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you, supporting the backbone of our generation!
You are like a red candle, for future generations to give all the heat and light! Your character and spirit, you can use two words - burning! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Ah, with you, the garden is so colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window to see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peach and plum, are saluting you!
If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? Ah, teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who will not praise you! Your lecture, is so rich and colorful, each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, let me see a colorful new world ......
Teacher you hard work!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 14There is such a person, her glasses are as round as a ball. Her hair is as thin and long as a willow, and she often wears high heels, as if she can't eat or sleep a day without them. Do you want to know who she is? She is my language teacher - Ms. Feng.
Ms. Feng is a bit strict, I remember one time, in the morning, Ms. Feng, she told us to bring the pinyin vocabulary books, the results of the afternoon to school there are more than a dozen students did not bring the pinyin vocabulary books, Ms. Feng said sternly: "did not bring the pinyin vocabulary books stand up." The dozen students stood up, and I thought, "These dozen students are finished. As I expected, Mr. Feng said again, "Those who haven't brought their pinyin notebooks go to the back and stand up." The first time I saw this, I had to go to the back of the room to stand up.
I also think that Ms. Feng's fiery eyes are her best secret five weapons. Why do you say so? Because once, a student in our class was playing something under the table. Like an X-ray machine, Ms. Feng saw it at a glance.
Although the teacher is very strict with us, but I think the teacher has always loved us. Teachers are the street lamps that show me the way in the dark night, illuminating our path of growth, and we y respect and love our teachers.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 15
Today is Wednesday, and the last class in the morning is music class, which my classmates and I are looking forward to.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the music class. When the music teacher came in, we were surprised to find that the teacher had a beard on his chin! It's not a mustache, it's a piece of blue stuff on the teacher's chin.
Then, the students have been talking about it. Summer whispered: "Teacher is not a beard?" I hurriedly also whispered, "No, definitely not, the teacher must have become like this for some reason."
ding ding ding ...... School was over, and that's when I realized the truth of the matter. In fact, it is like this: I did not bring an umbrella when school was over, so my mom came to the school building to pick me up. Mom went up the stairs, ran into the music teacher, mom asked: "This teacher, you are teaching which class, what do you teach? And what happened to your chin?" The teacher said, "I teach music in class 4-0-5, and my chin got like this when I accidentally touched the ink." Later, my mom told me about this incident, and I realized it was so.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 16September 25th Sunny
With the promotion to the third grade, I walked into a new class set three - seven class, in this new class set, I met many new students, they are very lively, lovely. At the same time, I have made friends with a wise, kind teacher, that is, my current class teacher Ms. Wang. I say she is wise because in a short period of time after the beginning of the school year, she was able to memorize the names of all the students in my class, and she could remember which student was the child of which parent. She would tell us a little joke about the problem when we didn't understand it very well in class, so that we would understand and be interested at the same time. I say she is kind because once during recess, I accidentally tripped over a classmate and cried out in pain, but the teacher immediately helped me up and looked at my head to see if it was bleeding and rubbed it for me. To say the least, I'm really lucky to have met such a good teacher.
Diary 300 Words: My Teacher Part 17When I was six years old, I was sent to school, and I was so happy! There were so many children in the school to play with me.
My starter teacher was a middle-aged woman. She taught us language, math, singing and painting, etc. I loved the lessons she taught.
Once my teacher taught us to draw ducks. We were all happy to imitate her drawing, but stopped when we drew a big "2" on the blackboard. We were asked to use this big "2" and go on to the next drawing.
"Think about it," she said, "does the outline of the 2 look like a duck?"
Everyone laughed and didn't know what to do. At that moment, one of the children walked up to the board and quickly drew a duck with the word "2." The teacher walked back and forth in the classroom.
Finally, the teacher returned to the blackboard and said: "Children, if you want to understand the world, you have to carefully observe the things around you, but also think carefully. When you do this, those who love to use their brains will lead a better life than those who don't. "
At that time, I didn't understand what she said, but later, I gradually realized that what she said was right and was teaching us how to study and live.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 18
Since I struggled to write essays and could never improve, my mom and dad decided to send me to the Little Prodigy Tutoring Station to learn how to write essays.
There are only six of us in my class, including me, and the one who teaches our class is a male teacher named Tao Dezhi.
This morning, when we were listening to Mr. Tao's lecture, I suddenly heard Mr. Tao read the word "found", "hair" should be pronounced fa, but Mr. Tao read hua. I felt very close to my mother, because she also often failed to distinguish between h and f, and mispronounced some commonly used words, and since she was from Shantou Town, she was probably one of them! This reminds me of the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's "Evening Book of Returning to the Countryside": when you are young and leave home, you will return to your oldest, and your hometown accent has not changed and your mane has decayed.
Mr. Tao is particularly fat and likes to eat fat meat, so he weighs about a hundred kilograms. In order to lose weight, Mr. Tao runs to the sports square every morning and evening, and also likes basketball, table tennis, badminton and so on. Mr. Tao speaks with a sense of humor and clarity of speech, which makes you want to listen more and more.
I like my teacher Tao.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 19
Today is August 31 is also our homecoming day, early this morning, I stood in front of the school's entrance, the door of the sea of students, the road crowded, after a while, the school's doors opened, students flocked to.
I put my bike in the parking space of my class, and then I went back to my class, our homeroom teacher changed, changed to a teacher surnamed Zhang, and she teaches language class, she has a pair of bright eyes. A head of black hair, amiable.
She has been patient today to tell us what we need to pay attention to tomorrow, and then led us downstairs to the evacuation channel drill, the teacher also said that when the emergency evacuation to pay attention to safety, to avoid trampling.
She also said: this is a fire emergency evacuation training to close to the wall crouching down to go, cover the mouth and nose, if the front of the people fell down can help to help up, can not help to let the back of the people to change another route to go. After saying that the school is over, everyone hurry home, right, the duty student and five duty class president to stay to do duty, the rest of the home it.
Look, how kind and gentle she is.
This is my new teacher.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 20
My favorite teacher is the head of our grade group a very temperamentally beautiful sister. She does not teach our class is the next class of political science teacher.
The reason for liking her is very simple and superficial is purely because she is beautiful. I'm the kind of person who can't walk when I see a beautiful woman with big waves or a beautiful woman with a big coat. She just happens to have both, and she's the kind of person who is very good, very confident and very striking. As a class president, she could convince the whole class from the bottom of her heart. She was usually very gentle, but she was also very meticulous when she should be serious, anyway, I really admired and wanted to be this kind of person, and my English teacher was more familiar with me and liked me. I know this matter of the grade president more clearly before also helped me to assist a few times. I like the level of this thing is she told the level of the head, yesterday Christmas is she helped me to give the chocolate to the level of the head (I really too goat, before the sports midterm simulation next class a few with me more familiar with the girls also help me to go to call the head to give me cheer.
Later, this 800 meters per year, more than three and a half sports rookie actually ran out more than three and a half. Really touching, sort of has been working hard to become like her, the last political exam rushed to the second, there are favorite teachers will really add a lot of motivation for learning.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 21Mai Zi teacher is a teacher who is both interesting and humorous. She has a pair of big eyes, laugh like squinting into a slit; her nose is like a big dumpling; her mouth is like a boat drifting on the sea; Mai Zi teacher's eyebrows are like the bright moon; her hair is like a waterfall; which reminds me of a poem: Flying down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days.
Mr. Mak and his classmates have had a variety of interesting things together.
I remember one time in the classroom, Mr. Mak raised a question to the students to answer, my classmate Zhang Lingbo students the first positive raised his hand, then Mr. Mak said: "Zhang Lingbo, please come to answer!" Zhang Lingbo was confidently stood up and answered the teacher's question, and when he finished answering, Mr. Mak said with a smile, "Congratulations! Wrong answer!" Zhang Lingbo sat down with a disappointed look. But Mr. Mak's remark made the whole class laugh.
There are too many happy things with Ms. Mai Zi, she is really a funny and good teacher!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 22My teacher is a beautiful young teacher and a hardworking teacher.
My teacher is with a melon face, very beautiful.
I remember one time, there is a student in my class sleeping in class, the teacher saw it and walked into his front to pat his desk, but he still did not wake up, but also the saliva flowed into the hands of the teacher, which the teacher can be angry, so the teacher pulled his clothes, he woke up, the teacher criticized him.
The class laughed!
The class was over, and the bell ended the teacher's criticism.
That for the students also said: "See people love, flowers see flowers bloom Zhou Feng. Ridiculous, he is the fattest student in my class, sometimes very cute. Classmates do not play with him because his body is very smelly, the teacher told him to take a bath he did not listen. It's a great honor for a teacher to teach such a student. But I hope he can change his bad habits, so the teacher will not hate him.
My teacher is very hardworking!
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 23From the first grade to the fourth grade, I like our third grade homeroom teacher --- Ms. Guo the most.
Once I went home by myself, I bumped into Mr. Guo on the way, and unnaturally called out, "Teacher!" The teacher turned around, saw me and asked, "Do you go home by yourself every day?" I nodded shyly again. The teacher said, "Let's go home together from now on! I walk by myself too." I then replied, "Okay." Later we often traveled home together, talking and laughing along the way, becoming closer and closer. We sometimes chat after class, talk about the school inside and outside the new things, Mr. Guo like a friend, like relatives, no teacher's frame.
Another time, I language test bad, the teacher in the paper approved a sentence: there are problems at any time to ask, do not get to the final exam will not. My dad will be wrong to change on the wrong questions, the rest of the questions to take the roll and ask the teacher. The teacher not only patiently explained the question to me, but also gave me a few examples. In the future, I have a question to ask the teacher, the teacher is always very serious to explain to me, the test has improved, the teacher is my learning "necessary tools", I and the teacher's relationship is better.
I like my teacher, Ms. Guo, who not only cares about my learning, but also has a family-like relationship with me.
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 24It is often said that a teacher is a gardener and a teacher is a parent. But I think the class teacher of our class is like a book, a book that people read more and more favorite.
In class, the teacher is a "children's encyclopedia", she took us to read, browse, swim in the sea of knowledge, to find the true meaning of knowledge. Look, the teacher hand holding chalk, wonderful words, that pleasant voice as a lark, attracted the class. The class of naughty students often make the teacher angry, but she is still so tireless to teach those naughty students.
The teacher is a book, a mother and child **** with the writing of the sequel to the "love of education", a new content every day, only we can read and understand the wordless book, which records our growth of the little by little.
The teacher is a book, a book that grows with me every day. In this book, I learned a lot, I really want to say to the teacher: "Teacher ah, when you walked toward me, you gave me the waves, you gave me the ocean ...... How can I thank you?"
Diary 300 words: my teacher Part 25My chemistry teacher is very beautiful, now although a little, slightly aging, it can be clearly seen when she was young must be very, very, very beautiful. She kept a head of short hair, looks very competent, in fact, I very much want to see her stay long hair look, he on the chemistry class, very like to use to do the metaphor, in fact, sometimes do not understand, but still patience to listen to, in the impression of deep is to listen to write the chemical equation, each time to listen to learn but, like listening to learn the English words like, very difficult to remember.
His debate is very powerful, no one can argue over him, or steel over him, every time we are said, soul, I still think of a time to go to the language teacher there to re-dictate, saw the chemical teacher in the office jumping rope, playing badminton, very idle, then thought the teacher can be so idle? I grow up must be a teacher, now on this idea said a little negative, because maybe out of what mess, haha. He basically knows something about each student's chemistry score, unlike some teachers, who still don't know what their students' names are. Funny, don't you think? After the midterm to see our chemistry teacher, or a little look has not changed, I hope she will always be so beautiful it!
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