1. How to write a composition comparing a teacher to a lamp

A teacher is a lamp

What is a teacher? A teacher is a lamp that illuminates the road to success for us. Teacher what? Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. Teacher what? The teacher is a tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Wearing a long skirt, floral flowers adorn his fluttering long skirt, and her long straight hair, which is soft and fragrant, hangs over her slender waist. Her slim figure shows her graceful and elegant temperament. A pair of high-heeled shoes made his legs look more slender.

She is the head teacher of my second grade. She is always late with a textbook and smiles apologetically, but we don't blame her. It is a pleasure to attend her class. In our cheerful laughter, we unconsciously increased our knowledge.

His class is always so noisy. The class next door complained several times, but she always smiled. "The class should be spent in the laughter of the children." Nevertheless, the average score of our class is always far ahead, and the headmaster often praises our class and her.

When I was in the second grade, my grades were not very good, which made you leave me to talk in detail. I don't understand. You took the trouble to say it again. You are always so patient that my grades have gone up unconsciously. That is, your smile is so beautiful that I will never forget it!

teacher what? The teacher is a golden key, which leads us into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher what? The teacher is a bee, collecting honey every day to raise us. Teacher what? The teacher is a gardener who cultivates the flowers of the motherland every day. 2. Composition describing street lamps < P > When you ride your bike in the early morning and rush to work; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family are shining in the moonlight and stars ... Friend, will you realize the street lamp, the god of the night, that accompanies you? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are ordinary!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great, and it is true to call it the god of the night.

street lamps, they are simple by nature. Because they are not as colorful as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Every time it gets dark, it always shines light on the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic, and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can be close to all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be veiled. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners.

Simple street lamps, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny weather and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; The winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, it will escape when encountering dark clouds. I think of my teacher, who can be compared with street lamps, because his career is as lofty as street lamps, and his heart is as noble as street lamps. Maybe when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers; Perhaps my ideal is to be a teacher, and as a future teacher, I have an almost obsessive sense of honor; Maybe ... In short, I see too many similarities between teachers and street lamps.

Street lamps don't exist in an instant like the light of a meteor, nor are they as faint as the light of a star. Street lamps are like a unique star. If you want to make your life eternal, please choose to be the night god-street lamps. Street lamps every day, every day, I see them, they have taken root-in a land that is not suitable for taking root.

One hot and melancholy afternoon, I was walking along the sidewalk, listening to my lonely footsteps among the people passing by. Suddenly, I saw them again. Suddenly, I found that there is such a complete language in the world of trees.

I stood still and tried to understand a story they told me: We are a tree standing in the dust of the city. Many friends say that we shouldn't stand here. In fact, we know this better than anyone else.

our home is on the mountain, in the virgin forest where the sun never shines. And we actually stand here, standing on the side of this two-lane road, which is undoubtedly a kind of depravity.

Our companions are all sucking dew and playing with cool clouds. And what about us? Our only decoration, as you can see, is a shaky soot.

Yes, our fate is fixed. In this industrial city full of cars and chimneys, our existence is only a sad ornament. But you can save your's sympathy, because this fate is actually our own choice-otherwise, we don't have to grow green leaves in spring and give shade in summer.

The sacred cause is always painful, but only this kind of pain can give us depth. When night comes, the whole city is full of complicated strings and urgent pipes, all red lights and green wine.

and we are in silence, we are in darkness, and we are in the loneliness of not being understood. However, we struggled to bite our gums until the flag of the morning glow, Ran Ran, rose, and we stood in a line to pay tribute-in any case, there must be some people in our city to meet the sun! If no one else greets us, we will be responsible for welcoming the light.

At this time, perhaps an early child came over and greedily breathed the clean air. This is our proudest moment. Yes, maybe all people have long been used to filth, but we still stubbornly create freshness that is not cherished.

Perhaps we are happiest when it rains. Rain brings us news of our old friends and brings us back to the carefree old forest in imagination. We cried in the rain, and we always loved life there-although we gave it up.

standing in the dust of the city, we are a sad and happy tree. When the story is finished, there is silence everywhere.

A story with neither plot nor interlude, but I heard them sigh deeply. I know that the story touched them at least.

then, I heard another deeper sigh-I know, it's my own. Who illuminates a bright sky for people in the dark night? Who is still standing tall and serving people under the impact of the storm? It's the inconspicuous street lamp.

At the night when you can't see your fingers, when you are walking on the street, what exists in your field of vision is not the bustling street, but also the "worker" who always stops at night-street lamps. In the stormy night, when you walk in the street, you will be bent down by the cold. At this moment, you look up at the street lamp, which is still so tall and straight, and brings people a bright world with your only ability, so that pedestrians can walk unimpeded.

Speaking of street lamps, I can't help but think of those teachers who are fighting on the education front. The street lamp is my lighting lamp at night, but the teacher is the "indicating lamp" on my life avenue.

I am a middle school student. Everything my teacher says to me is a glimmer of light from the "pointing lamp". Although it is a small beam of light, he shows me which way to choose, and I will be upright. I have walked through a part of my life unimpeded by his shimmer.

street lamp, you are the eternal illuminator in people's darkness, the only strong one in the wind and rain, and the greatest brave one in people's hearts. You are my role model. I want to learn from you, your indomitable spirit and your mentality of serving the people.

learn from your noble quality of doing for others without considering your own safety. Street lamp! You are a lamp, I am a pedestrian, and who is my illuminator in the dark except you?

I want to follow your example and be a strong man, and use my strong body and noble personality to build my distant and brilliant future. 3. Street lamp A teacher's eye composition < P > Teacher-the street lamp of life "Quiet night, the stars are shining; The teacher's window is bright all night; Whenever I walk on by your window ... "Whenever I hear this song, my heart will be very excited. The teacher is our guide in this life; Teachers, like a candle, sacrifice themselves just to illuminate more; Teachers, just like our parents, give us encouragement and care about us, just because we can grow sturdily ... At 6 o'clock, Danti Citrus Spinning Mat was 31 years old, and teachers and classmates of the school returned home one after another, only our class, and the classroom was still bright. The teacher sat on the podium and explained carefully to the students. She was my head teacher, Miss Tang. I don't know the exact pronunciation of words, so when I read, I can write the answer after reading the article. At that time, I knew nothing about English. After I entered junior high school, everything changed ... At that time, Miss Tang was not my head teacher, and she stayed up late every day to make up tests and give lectures for her classmates. She was meticulous, careful and slightly interesting in class, and gradually, I was not interested in English. Instead, I like English. Originally, I didn't often raise my hand in class, and I slowly and enthusiastically got up. When I met problems, I asked her for advice after class. She would patiently answer them and gave us many good learning methods, which was very helpful for my study. I won the first place in my English exam in the first month, which I never expected. After this time, my self-confidence has been greatly improved. All this should be done. We have a new class, and I was assigned to Mr. Tang's class. I thought I would like Mr. Tang more and more, but there was an episode last month. I was always good at math, but when I first learned quadrilateral, my math teacher saw that I didn't answer questions in class, and I wrote a few steps less in my math homework. I felt that I didn't listen well in class, and my homework was copied. I also reflected my situation to Mr. Tang, and Mr. Tang called me to the office that day. At that time, I felt very wronged and went back to class in tears. I thought that Mr. Tang would think that I was a bad boy in the future, and I would not like me in the future and leave me alone. However, I was wrong ... After school, Mr. Tang called me away and talked for a while, and I explained the situation to her. It was not that I wouldn't, but that I didn't answer some questions when I was in class, and my homework was definitely not copied. I will definitely correct the problem of less steps in the future. Teacher Tang not only didn't continue to blame me, but also encouraged me to study hard and try to prove my ability to the math teacher in the monthly exam. Suddenly, a warm current poured into my heart. Teacher Tang's words gave me great encouragement, and I regained my confidence and began to do exercises after class to improve myself. Finally, in the monthly exam, my math score was affirmed by the teacher. All this. When I was frustrated, you took good care of me and let me out of the shadows; When I was in trouble, you taught me earnestly and showed me the maze ... Miss Tang-you are like a street lamp, illuminating my way forward. 4. Write a composition (411 words) on the topic of "Street Lamp"

Dear friends, when you are riding a bicycle in the early morning and rushing to work; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family are shining in the moonlight and stars ... Friend, will you realize the street lamp, the god of the night, that accompanies you? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are ordinary!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great, and it is true to call it the god of the night.

street lamps, they are simple by nature. Because they are not as colorful as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Every time it gets dark, it always shines light on the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic, and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can be close to all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be veiled. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners. Simple street lamps, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny weather and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; The winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, it will escape when encountering dark clouds.

I think of the teacher, who can be compared with the street lamp, because the teacher's career is as lofty as the street lamp, and the teacher's heart is as noble as the street lamp. Maybe when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers; Perhaps my ideal is to be a teacher, and as a future teacher, I have an almost obsessive sense of honor; Maybe ... In short, I see too many similarities between teachers and street lamps.

Street lamps don't exist in an instant like the light of a meteor, nor are they as faint as the light of a star. Street lamps are like a unique star. If you want to make your life eternal, please choose to be the night god-street lamps. 5. Write an essay on the topic of street lamps. < P > Dear friends, when you ride your bike in the morning and rush to work; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family are shining in the moonlight and stars ... Friend, will you realize the street lamp, the god of the night, that accompanies you? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are ordinary!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great, and it is true to call it the god of the night.

street lamps, they are simple by nature. Because they are not as colorful as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Every time it gets dark, it always shines light on the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic, and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can be close to all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be veiled. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners. Simple street lamps, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny weather and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; The winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, it will escape when encountering dark clouds.

I think of the teacher, who can be compared with the street lamp, because the teacher's career is as lofty as the street lamp, and the teacher's heart is as noble as the street lamp. Maybe when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers; Maybe my ideal is to be a teacher, as a future teacher, with.