Changchun Healthy Du Yue

Wen Yi: Night falls in MISS ZHOU in my heart. The lights are on, and a soft moonlight shines through the treetops and falls on the windowsill. Looking up at the bright moon embedded in the sky, I think of our amiable and respectable teacher. They are like the bright moon, adding luster to our little stars and illuminating our way forward. There are only a handful of teachers who have taught me since childhood. Only most of them have been forgotten, but only one, everything about her still appears in my heart from time to time. Maybe it's because I haven't been apart from her for a short time, but I think I will remember her inculcation after many years. She is my sixth grade English teacher, Miss Zhou. It is because of her that I fell in love with the beautiful English language. Her language is humorous, and she can always make a few simple sentences contain humor. Every class can make us laugh and make those boring words and grammar lively and interesting. She also often expands our extracurricular knowledge, but every time she makes us forget everything. But it always allows us to learn knowledge in this relaxed and happy atmosphere ... Besides, she also brings me the most precious gift-sincere encouragement when I am frustrated. I still remember that it was the morning of the oral English competition, the final preparation before the competition, but my performance was not so satisfactory. I am such a perfectionist who pursues perfection. The inner depression came like a flood, and the eyes were "eroded" by tears, flowing straight down like broken beads. She called me to her side and said kindly, "You are great. If this little emotion affects the afternoon game, isn't it a waste of effort? " Said, and wiped away a little tears for me. This short sentence, this simple action is like a good prescription, which has healed the scars in my heart. Encouraged by her voice, sure enough, I passed the competition in the afternoon. At that time, she was our deputy head teacher. I still remember that on the eve of the final competition of cucurbit silk, the cucurbit silk played by our class not only had no musical charm, but was more like a livestock slaughterhouse, with various voices coming and going, which was very disharmonious. Our former class teacher happened to pass by and even commented that we were not as good as our second-grade brothers and sisters, and our mood was very bleak. At this time, it was she who spent a lot of time leading us to turn the slaughterhouse-like voice into wonderful notes, so that we beat his class in the competition and won the first prize. She may not have the greatness of "the silkworm dies, and the candle tears are exhausted every night", but she has the silent dedication of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" and asking for nothing in return. At night, the bright moon is surrounded by small stars, which is especially bright. Dear Miss Zhou, you will be an important chapter in my heart that I will never forget! Wen 2: My first teacher is a sacred profession. They use their knowledge to educate the next generation. Of course, because everyone's personality is different, the way of education will naturally be different. Some teachers regard students as friends; Some teachers treat students as children; Some teachers treat their students like prisoners. Each has its advantages and disadvantages, but even the best teacher is not as good as my first teacher, Mr. Li, who accompanied me to primary school for six years. Every minute with her has become my precious memory. Miss Li is dressed simply, and she can always see her graceful smile, slightly raised corners of her mouth, two dimples looming, and watery eyes hidden behind those thick blue glasses. She is like a child's assistant, and she can get it whenever she needs it. Be so calm at all times. I still remember: during the fourth grade of primary school, I was obsessed with basketball. It seems that there is only basketball in my world view, and I am almost possessed. I used to get excellent grades, but now my friendship with my classmates has completely collapsed. I was decadent and even more embarrassed at that time. I'm very withdrawn and eccentric. In the eyes of others, I'm afraid I'm just a hopeless person! But this is not the case in Miss Li's eyes … I have been addicted to basketball until that day. The sky was gray that day, and it was raining silver in Mao Mao. On the playground, there is another boy with a basketball, and that is me. At the climax, a familiar voice broke the original quiet atmosphere. "You, come to my office." My heart is uneasy, but it is fleeting. Anyway, I'm not the top student in the teacher's eyes now. I'm a good student. What's the big deal even if I'm scolded for dog blood? With such a mood, I strode to the teacher's office. When I walked into the office, the atmosphere was cold. I dare not look up at the teacher. I don't know why, I'm ready to throw caution to the wind, but there is still an invisible pressure that makes me breathless. The teacher's thick glasses flashed blue light, as if to put an arrow behind his back. The teacher said, "Look, you are all wet, but now it's raining. Do you have a cold? " I was shocked, and the original imaginary swearing turned into a warm greeting. I didn't react for a long time. Does the teacher care about me? "You are a boy, like basketball, like sports when let nature take its course, the teacher also likes this boy, but also want to choose the right weather. You should also keep a sense of proportion and don't go too far, so that you won't fall behind in other subjects. Promise the teacher that you won't do it again, okay? The teacher believes you. " A warm current welled up in my heart, and my mood at the moment was mushy, not a taste, but a little apology in my heart. I said falteringly; "I ... will listen to the teacher ..." The teacher's mouth rose slightly. I walked out of the office door blankly and walked on the sparsely populated street. In a flash, I seemed to understand something. I must cheer up, go all out, rally, get good grades, prove myself to the teacher and tell her that she doesn't believe me wrong. This is my first teacher, Miss Li. It was she who made me realize my life again and get on the right track. A thousand words into one sentence: thank you! Wen San: A magician-like teacher. It was a sunny Christmas morning. Look, Mr. Li, the magician, is exerting his talents again, performing magic for us-recycling waste paper. The teacher first took out a piece of intact paper, then asked a classmate to tear it up, and then said to everyone, "Now it is a piece of waste paper, and it needs some magical powder to recover." Who can help me open the bag containing' magic powder'? "The students raised their hands enthusiastically, and the students behind them simply stood on the tables and chairs. A classmate couldn't wait to run to the podium and help the teacher open the bag, but the teacher mysteriously said, "I'll put it in my pocket first so as not to lose its magic." As he spoke, the teacher put his hand into his pocket and pretended to put something in it. The teacher put the waste paper into the other hand and took out the magic powder at the same time, saying, "This paper can't be seen from now on. I'm going to use magic! " I saw the teacher holding waste paper in one hand, drawing a circle on it in the other, and reading a spell with his eyes closed: "Hurry up!" "The teacher's hand slowly opened triumphantly for a while, revealing a piece of intact paper. At this time, I became suspicious. This is what ordinary people can't do. Miss Li did it for no reason. There must be a ghost here! My brain whirled rapidly and I "played back" the video just now. I found that the creases of torn paper are different from those of intact paper. At that time, I thought: the teacher may have adjusted the paper when putting "magic powder"! My careful observation and good thinking revealed the teacher's magic. The teacher thought he did it perfectly, but the result was exposed. No wonder people often say that fake condoms will be discovered sooner or later before dawn. Magic depends on a clever mind, keen eyes and skillful skills. Teacher, you need to practice more! Si Wen: "Mo Xiang" teacher "I met him when I smelled Mo Xiang" was none other than my calligraphy teacher. What kind of person is the calligraphy teacher? When the bell rang, 46 pairs of black eyes in the class looked at the door of the classroom together. In a short time, a square-headed, big-eared, short and fat teacher with a faint scent of ink and nothing in his hand squeezed into the door and walked onto the platform in the blink of an eye. This is a different teacher. Generally, the teacher's opening remarks are "Hello, I'm …", but the teacher didn't tell us his name. We just stood on the stage and giggled, as if every organ was laughing. We just sat in our seats and couldn't help laughing with the teacher. It was not until we got a little impatient that we gradually stopped smiling. The teacher asked a little question: "What is calligraphy?" There are all kinds of answers. The teacher shook his head and said, "Calligraphy is the art of dipping ink in rice paper with a brush. Written in Chinese characters. " The teacher said this sentence slowly, as if fairy dew and manna had been brewing for a long time and flowed into people's hearts. One lesson only tells us a profound truth: "Calligraphy is the art of writing Chinese characters on rice paper with a brush dipped in ink." Isn't this a change of teacher? This is a humorous teacher, but his class is serious. After class, teachers often communicate with us. Once again, my classmate suddenly asked me, "Why are you so dark?" ? Are you black? "When the teacher skillfully answered" Because I am not white ",I was speechless. "This sentence cleverly refuted the classmate's point of view. In class, the teacher can't allow other sounds in the classroom, and the classroom becomes orderly. Just a teacher who loves his job. The small brush runs freely in the teacher's hands, like the Monkey King's golden hoop, but it can be big or small, and it can be telescopic. Teachers practice good handwriting, and it is not surprising that teachers keep practicing handwriting every day, and they naturally have ink on them. The teacher's calligraphy is not only amazing, but also the teaching method is amazing. Teachers never beat and scold us, because teachers think that teachers who beat and scold students are not good teachers. In order to make the whole class pay attention, if some students don't watch multimedia, the teacher will stop writing. The teacher thinks "reading" is the most important thing. Only by reading more books can you write a good hand. This is my calligraphy teacher, a unique, humorous and passionate teacher, and also a teacher who exudes ink fragrance. Wu Wen: Shien remembers the teacher. You may think that none of us listen to you, but you know, you are a very good teacher in our hearts. We all like you. We especially hope that your age can be as young as your mentality. Many people compare teachers to gardeners, while we students are learning from the flowers of our motherland. Compare you to burning your own candle to illuminate our confused and ignorant students. Others compare you to a boatman who sends us to a place where knowledge is accumulated. Teacher, you are a "ladder" layer by layer. Let's step on it to climb the peak of knowledge! We have been together for half a semester. Although we didn't get your ideal score, you went out early and came back late for us. Remember last time, you caught a cold because you got up early. You taught us earnestly and planted beautiful seeds in our tender hearts! Here, I want to say sorry to you again. Because of this exam, I only got a very unsatisfactory 83 points. Before the exam, I told you that I got more than 95 points. Students who study well like me have taken more than 90 exams, and I forgot what you said to us: "Check carefully after the exam, and think carefully about the questions that you can't." "Teacher, please believe me. I promise to get ideal results in the final exam in return for your love for our education. Teacher, please watch my performance! Liu Wen: My good teacher still remembers the sound of reading in her ear and has not forgotten her love for education. In a blink of an eye, 20 years of teaching time quietly passed through my fingers, but now I am still struggling to pursue it on the three-foot platform. The Big Dipper, who is willing to show us the direction, interprets an ordinary and beautiful life with her persistence. At the age of 45, she still pursues her dreams and life as before. She wrote a touching chapter to let us know about this boundless world. She is Zhang Cuiling, willing to be a green leaf of the primary school teacher. She loves education and has been working hard in her teaching career, which gives us important enlightenment. When I was in primary school, the most important thing for teachers was to make handwritten newspapers and recite poems. At that time, I always thought it was a waste of time to do these things that had nothing to do with study, but when I entered junior high school, I suddenly understood that the teacher had laid a solid foundation for us. In primary school, the teacher found a lot of things for us to recite. Confucius and Mencius' ancient poems, which stretched over my head, are really useful now. It is the love of education in these decades that has made his eternal education life. In the fifth grade, because of junior high school, the tension gradually spread in the air. I took part in the "Strive to be a Little Laboratory Worker-Biology Group". I miss a Chinese class every afternoon, and the time left is getting less and less, but I have entered the next round of competition. One afternoon, when I hurried to my biology class, I happened to catch up with Teacher Zhang and walk out of the office. She was angry and worried: "students are so active in biology that they don't learn Chinese?" "Don't even ask your homework, don't you do your homework at night?" I bowed my head guiltily and left in frustration. When she finally won the first prize in Zibo, the teacher's face was full of smiles. In fact, she is not really opposed to my taking part in the competition, but is afraid of delaying my Chinese performance. The warmth in my heart fills my heart. With the passage of time, more and more open classes, seminars and other competitions continue to participate, and achieved excellent results. In the eyes of parents, this is a model teacher. There are countless awards like this, thus gaining the reputation of "trustworthy" in parents' mouths. Teachers pay special attention to honor, and every class in our class has prizes. We work in study and grow in labor. When there is a competition, the teacher often makes us fully prepared. When we graduated, we held a basketball friendly match, but behind this friendly match, the teacher paid hard and time. A week before the competition, the teacher gave up Chinese class to train. On the day of the competition, the whole class cheered for the class under the leadership of the teacher, thus winning the final victory. At the end of the class, the teacher asked us to read more extracurricular books to improve our writing ability, and the activity class four times a week was also changed to Chinese. Therefore, our Chinese scores are the highest in every exam, which makes other classes envious. Her decades-long teaching attitude is extraordinary. Think of the white hair on the teacher's temples, and remember that she is still so selfless and beautiful. Memories make you so beautiful I think of Lang Lang's reading sound in my ear, and I see her who loves education in front of me ... Wen Qi: A good teacher in my heart is the greatest person in the world. Everyone has his own good teacher in his heart, and I am no exception. She has shiny black hair, big eyes and a smiling mouth. She is our beloved President Shen. President Shen is very tall. At school, she is a good principal we love. President Shen asked us to call her affectionately: the principal's mother. President Shen cares about us like a mother. I remember once, Du Yuexing had lunch with three principals. The principals helped us settle down before eating. At this time, President Shen asked the "star readers" if they had eaten enough. A fourth-grade girl said she was not full. President Shen did not hesitate to give his lunch to the little girl, saying that he could not eat so much. In fact, a pancake fruit and a bowl of red bean porridge are enough. She said she couldn't eat that much. President Shen would rather starve himself than let others eat. President Shen is very strict. Every teacher in our school is on duty in turn. Every time it is President Shen's turn to be on duty, President Shen asks students not to run into the school, fight or enter the campus. Young Pioneers must wear red scarves. If it is violated, President Shen will keep her (him) and reason with him (her). President Shen loves the people very much. Once, we went to a fan dance competition. Because we had been there for too long and the water was used up, President Shen and several teachers went to buy several boxes of mineral water to help us. Although what President Shen did was insignificant, it was deeply engraved in my mind. Every day after school, when I check the road team, I can always see my younger brothers and sisters saying to President Shen, "Hello, principal and mother." Or: "goodbye, principal and mother." This is such a happy thing for President Shen. President Shen has done so much for us that I can't count it. This is my good teacher-Miss Shen, President Shen. Wen Ba: My Idol Teacher Today, I know who my idol is, not the stars, stars and singers that everyone likes, but our beloved teacher. Thank you, Chinese teacher, for coming to teach us when you are ill. Thank you for giving you many years of knowledge and your happiness. Some students forgot their things and left them at home by accident. Not only did you not blame him, but you also asked him to call the office. I remember once, I accidentally lost my Chinese book at home, and I was anxious and angry; But what's the use? The class is about to start, and my legs are shaking; The teacher is just around the corner; But I dare not say it, after a while; I summon up courage and bravely walk to you; When I said it, my heart was like a rabbit; I kept dancing, and to my surprise, you smiled and said,' Go and make a phone call!' I am relieved; Made a phone call; Thank you for forgiving my mistake, Miss Wang. Thank you, teacher of lunch class. When I came back with a heavy schoolbag, you had already started working. Books and documents floated in front of me. Wow! I feel dizzy, so it is impossible to finish these tests. But you're not what I thought. Check each word carefully and circle the mistakes with a pencil. If we can't solve this problem all the time, you will speak, but you won't tell the answer. Talk or not, the teacher will talk about the second method, which is better and more detailed than the first one! I believe we will understand this problem after listening. Teacher Liu, thank you for taking care of us all the time. Thank you, science teacher, whenever we attend your class; You will bring interesting things to show us and prove this sentence to us. Thank you for showing us the real thing. Of course, I still have many idols, but these three teachers impressed me the most. I promise, when I get into college, I won't forget you, and I will definitely keep your appearance in mind. Wen Jiu: A kind and good teacher Our math teacher's husband passed away before, so we changed to a new teacher, surnamed Lian, who was transferred from Changchun Primary School. She is about 1.6 meters tall, with short black hair and a mole the size of a bean. Her face is covered with several wrinkles, which is the witness of vicissitudes. She also has a deafening loud voice, which is daunting. Our first impression is a meticulous and experienced old teacher without any humorous cells. You see, just after the second class, she began to discipline those students who didn't study well and taught those naughty bad students a lesson with her "lion roar". The second impression she gave us was a teacher who would fly into a rage at any time, so she didn't have a good impression in our class for the time being. One Thursday, I went to physical education class. Because the weather was not very good these days, a cold wind got into my clothes playfully and made me stamp my feet. It really hurts! Not to mention that physical education class did warm-up exercises before, so he sprained his ankle in the one-legged jumping competition, but it didn't hurt very much, and he trained normally as if nothing had happened. After a while, I was called to the office by the math teacher to correct the wrong questions, and the physical education teacher told me not to let my sprained foot move as much as possible, so I skipped to the office. At the door, even the teacher looked at me with a surprised face. She asked me how to stand on one foot, and I said, "I accidentally twisted my ankle." Teacher Lian asked me, "Are you all right? Does it hurt? You are really careless. Do you want to go to the infirmary? " Even the teacher asked me to be caring and attentive, and I was quite uncomfortable, so I quickly replied, "Nothing!" "I didn't care about this sprained ankle at all, but she kept thinking about it. After reading the book the next morning, I had forgotten the pain of hurting my foot. As usual, I play on the playground with my classmates. Tired of playing, I sat on the steps, panting, and the math teacher walked towards me with deep steps. I couldn't help being startled and thinking hard about what I did wrong yesterday. Even the teacher squatted down gently and asked me kindly, "Does your foot still hurt?" What happened? "Just now, I completely forgot the incident of spraining my ankle, and suddenly remembered the teacher's concern and consideration for me yesterday. My heart can't help shaking violently. With tears in my eyes, I looked down and said, "I'm fine, thank you, Teacher Lian!" " "Even the teacher finally showed a knowing smile and warmed my heart like the bright sunshine in the cold winter. After that, even the teacher left lightly and safely. I thought silently there: even the teacher seems to be strict, but in fact she has an unusually warm heart. Although she is still a dispensable teacher in the eyes of some students for the time being, she silently contributes to us in places that students can't see. He is not famous, but he is praised by the students. He is like a hardworking and simple gardener, sowing the seeds of wisdom for us, teaching us rich knowledge through hard work and carefully pruning our bad habits. I admire our conscientious and responsible teacher. He severely criticized us in class, but think about it, she is also good for us! I have seen Lian's teacher don't rush home after school, but tirelessly help students with poor learning in the classroom. I have also seen some students get sick. Even the teacher asked them to wear more clothes, and some students vomited. She quickly sent him to the infirmary. Even the teacher is like a kind mother, working hard for us day and night. Teacher Lian, you are like the sunshine that warms people's hearts, so that winter is no longer cold!