Mr. Ye is a Chinese teacher and head teacher in our class. He is very handsome. His class is rigorous and interesting.
Teacher Ye always wears a black suit jacket, a white-collar belt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. At first glance, it is a standard "scholar" image. I often admire Mr. Ye's wisdom.
Once, I wrote a composition, which was really bad. But when Teacher Ye got this composition, he changed it without saying a word. After three or two times, he changed this terrible composition to perfection.
If a classmate makes a mistake, Mr Ye Can always convinces him. One day in class, Mr. Ye came in with a list, but he looked serious and frowned. You can feel it in his expression-he is angry, but he doesn't show it too much. I think it's because Teacher Ye loves her students as much as her own children. He was afraid that we were worried that he would be angry, so he pretended to be calm and pretend as if nothing had happened, but his heart was full of anger.
He tried to calm down and announced loudly: "Yesterday, some students copied the new words carelessly and needed to copy them again." Teacher Ye's stern eyes swept across the class, paid special attention to those students, and then said earnestly, "This is a very serious attitude problem, but in the final analysis, it is still not responsible enough. With this attitude, it is almost impossible to be admitted to Tsinghua Peking University or Harvard in the future. I mean, after you enter the society, you will do nothing. Therefore, we must exercise social responsibility from an early age in order to make a difference in the future. "
"Well, let's go back to the copywriting." Teacher Ye cleared his throat. "We should constantly exercise our sense of responsibility from this small matter and let ourselves make a difference!"
Yes, it's no small matter. If you do small things now, you can do big things in the future. Hearing this, I remembered that the teacher asked us to recite, read and keep a diary every day, not just to "accumulate thousands of miles." Pride arises spontaneously. I am proud of having a good teacher!
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Fish can't live without water, birds can't live without trees, and our growth naturally depends on teachers. As the saying goes, a child who doesn't meet a good teacher is a potential criminal. "It can be seen how important a good teacher is to our growth.
Teachers are like spring breeze, blowing us new ideas and vitality; Teachers give us knowledge and truth like the warm wind in summer; Teachers look at our mistakes and shortcomings, like the cool breeze in autumn; Always like the cold wind in winter, it ruthlessly blows away our miscellaneous awnings and stains. I love my teachers because they contribute silently 365 days a year. My favorite teacher is Miss Wang. She has long hair and bright eyes. She teaches us to read and write ... we are immature flowers, teachers are gardeners, and we grow up under the cultivation of gardeners; We are fish, teachers are seawater, and we swim freely in the vast sea. I like Miss Wang's teaching methods, her unique opinions, her strict and loving attitude and her seriousness in her work. She talks to her classmates with a bright smile every day. Although she criticized her classmates for being very strict, she has a very good temper.
She is very serious about her homework, and she is strict about quality and writing. In terms of quality, she forbade us to have typos. In writing, she asked us to write neatly. I know the teacher is trying to make sure that we don't make mistakes in the exam and that the papers are clean so as not to deduct points.
Teacher Wang also taught us how to summarize paragraphs and how to understand words. When we don't understand, the teacher will explain it to us clearly. How responsible Mr. Wang is. Sometimes she tells us ancient stories, and everyone listens with relish. That story is like a hearty dinner, and bit by bit becomes the nutrition for our healthy growth.
Teacher's love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than fatherly love and more delicate than maternal love.
I want to thank my teacher, who taught me knowledge and made me grow up healthily.
I love you, teacher!
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I am a perfectionist, and I don't like to regret, regret and blame myself after I finish what I shouldn't have left behind. Because I know there is no regret medicine in the world.
When my mother accompanied me to school, I visited several of my lecture teachers. Afterwards, she said to me, "The teachers have a good impression of you and all like you." Actually, that's what I thought in my heart (I found it when I talked to my teacher in my spare time)
In the first week after school, we studied an article by my mother Hu Shi. Naturally, the topic of our composition is him. After the composition was sent out, Mr. Bai wrote me a comment: "I admire your mother for cultivating you like this. I hope you won't embarrass your mother." My mother's voice appeared in my mind, hmm! Don't embarrass her! I thought to myself.
But a week later, I did something against my will. In class, my deskmate and I started hand-to-hand combat under the table, and the heavy gasps and collisions were enjoyable. Mr. Bai came over, stood in front of us and bent over us. We all bowed our heads and it's over! Bang, bang. She was disappointed in her, and her impression of me was discounted or even worse. I thought with my head down. "I told your mother that you did a good job, smart and sensible, and your mother was very proud!" My heart is like falling into a jealous jar under the abyss, sour and heavy. The bell after class has a bitter taste, and the wind outside the window makes me shiver. It seems that it's just me, the window and the cold wind. Tears turned around in my eyes, and then turned around. In the blink of an eye, tears disappeared in my eyes. Leaving only a firm belief. I must and will win honor for my mother. Don't let people who care about me down.
For myself, for my parents.
No matter how great I am in the future, my teacher is like a loving mother. Maybe in the future, Mr. Bai will not remember me as a student or this matter, but I will remember this profound teaching and my teacher. If I become a great writer like Lu Xun and Hu Shi in the future, I will definitely write an article for Mr. Bai with pen and ink.