In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a composition about teachers that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Writing about a teacher 1

I have never forgotten a single thing about my first teacher. My life started under the guidance of teachers. It was the teachers who sown beautiful seeds in my heart when I was young. They always teach me: to love the motherland, to persevere, and to be an honest and trustworthy person. Six years have passed like flying, and the words of the teachers still ring in my ears.

My enlightenment school is called Pingliang Tiezhong. When I stepped into the school gate, the first person who greeted me was you-Teacher Lu. What a beautiful name this is! It made me suddenly I fell in love with this school and its teachers.

I went to school when I was seven years old. I was young and always sat in my seat unruly during class. I whispered to my classmates and made small moves, which led to a decline in my grades. For this reason, you criticized me a lot. But I just couldn't listen. Gradually, under your guidance, I gradually understood the principles of life.

When I was in the second grade, these children were my "strength". However, I also suffered criticism from you in this class. There was a calligraphy competition. You called all the registered students to the front row to practice calligraphy. I said eagerly, "Teacher, there is me." But you said, "Your handwriting is so ugly. It is not enough to participate in any competition." "Shameful" Your words hurt me a bit, but I was still convinced because my handwriting at that time was indeed not good-looking.

After six years of study, the knowledge you taught me has benefited me a lot and will be unforgettable for the rest of my life; the principles of life you taught me have made me change my appearance and seek truth from facts; you have given me the best Caring - Criticism makes me unforgettable and keep it in my heart.

Six years have made me understand a lot of truth; it turns out that this is how the sun illuminates life, and how the rain and dew nourish the seedlings. Teacher, if you are a gardener, I am that little sapling. You raise me, you cultivate me, and you care for me.

Teacher, my dear teacher, I will always remember you. Writing a Teacher's Essay 2

There are 48 students in our class. Each student has his own student number, but our favorite is the one "No. 49". You may ask, don’t we only have 48 student numbers in our class? How come there is “No. 49”? Shh, this is a secret!

Look, during the break, “No. 49” "Playing with us on the playground; after school, "No. 49" helps students with learning difficulties with their homework; during class, "No. 49" is like a "grass on the wall", one moment saying that Party A is right, the other Party B is right.

I still remember that one winter morning, the pine trees outside the window were covered with snow-white coats, and I walked into the classroom in the heavy snow. I put down my schoolbag and waited quietly for the first Chinese class to begin. "Ding ding bell," class is on! Teacher Zhu walked into the classroom holding a hot water bottle, and then she took a bench and sat down. I couldn't help but wonder, "Teacher Zhu used to stand up to teach us, why is it unusual today?" Later I found out that Teacher Zhu had a very painful stomach that day. Although she was not feeling well, she still told us the text "The Camphor Tree at Soong Ching Ling's Former Residence" with full enthusiasm and vividness. She first connected the words together, and then said in her beautiful voice: "The camphor tree resists insects, is vigorous and can keep its fragrance forever. Soong Ching Ling is also as upright as the camphor tree, which makes the enemy awe. People take photos in front of the camphor tree, but actually Expressing his admiration and nostalgia for Soong Ching Ling, "I was fascinated by it, as if I was immersed in it.

Teacher Zhu once told us, "There is a golden house in the book, full of poetry and calligraphy." It is precisely because of this sentence and this person that I fell in love with writing and reading.

Teacher Zhu, you have worked hard to educate the ignorant children into sensible students. You are like the hard-working gardener, pruning, cutting leaves, watering and fertilizing the green seedlings, so that we can grow into strong trees.

“The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes and tears.” Teacher Zhu, you are like a silkworm that has spun all its hair, sacrificing your youth to teach and educate people. Thank you, Teacher Zhu. Your teachings will be unforgettable for the rest of my life! Teacher's Essay 3

She is of medium to delicate height, with wavy black hair and a pair of big shining eyes under her long eyelashes. , a round, glowing face... Although she is usually amiable, her status in our hearts is unparalleled! Once she gets angry, she seems to become the master of the world and can make us embark on the "end of the world" at any time.

One day before class, we were preparing class supplies. After hearing a "ding bell..." class bell, we immediately got ready for class. Only a "bang" was heard, and the classroom door was kicked open. Teacher Zhou stood at the door with a straight face and a Chinese lesson plan in hand. The classroom door was kicked so hard by Teacher Zhou that it was on the verge of collapse.

Teacher Zhou scanned us with "murderous" eyes, as if he wanted to eat us alive. Seeing this posture, the students remained motionless. Why? I'm afraid I'll hit the muzzle of the gun! I saw Teacher Zhou sitting in the "VIP" seat and said calmly: "Students who have not handed in their homework, stand up!" These words were as calm as water, but they brought a huge sense of oppression to the students. The students looked at each other in silence. "Stand up!" Teacher Zhou burst out, and this "tiger roar" almost shook the students from their seats. Some students who had not handed in, done, or finished writing secretly felt the sweat that did not exist at all, and did not dare to express their anger. Some students who had handed in their homework were looking around to see which unlucky guy was going to have bad luck. Teacher Zhou couldn't see any classmates standing up, and suddenly became furious, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching, "You don't stand up, right? Okay! Then I'll pick them up one by one!" After saying that, Teacher Zhou walked down from the podium, When I walked among the classmates, each of them stood up tremblingly, their legs shaking constantly. Teacher Zhou only uttered three words: "Call! Home! Chief!" It was just three words, but it was like a bolt from the blue, and they sat down like deflated rubber balls.

Don’t look at Teacher Zhou being so fierce when he is angry! The main reason is that our classmates did not complete the homework as required. As Teacher Zhou usually said, laxity is harm and strictness is love! Writing about the teacher 4

Some people say that the teacher is a gardener, silently taking care of everything in the garden. Some people say that the teacher is the spring silkworm, weaving our dreams with that precious silk. Some people say that the teacher is the spring silkworm. Chalk sacrificed itself and left behind knowledge...

In the third grade, our class teacher was replaced by Teacher Gu. Now he has been teaching us for the third year. The teacher’s eyebrows are black. Wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes are shining brightly behind the lenses. He has a standard figure, sometimes he is very strict, sometimes he is kind to us. Teacher Gu prepares lessons carefully. Although she works hard every day and is exhausted, she still insists on preparing lessons every day. Teacher Gu’s classes are always so colorful. Each class allows us to enter a colorful world. Under Teacher Gu’s education, our knowledge has gradually increased a lot.

During class, he talks endlessly and reads the text in an extremely loud and melodious voice. Sometimes he also asks questions in the text, such as: what does a certain word mean? What does paragraph mean. If he fails to finish his homework within the time specified by the teacher, the teacher will definitely watch him do his homework. Nowadays, teachers are more strict than before in the third and fourth grade. If there is a teacher who has not finished the homework assigned by the teacher after school, or has not done it, the teacher will definitely call the parents. I remember that time, I forgot to mark the natural section number in the preview homework. , the teacher said: "I stopped calling the first time. I will call the second time. I will send a text message this time."

How could it bloom without the nourishment of your thoughts? What a beautiful flower of the soul, teacher, the engineer of the human soul, who would not praise you! Writing about the teacher 5

I have seen many hands, but the one that left a deep impression on me There are not many hands, but there is one pair that makes me very unforgettable. These are the hands of Teacher Zhang, who has taught me for three years. Teacher Zhang’s hands are warm and encouraging.

Teacher Zhang’s hands are thin, probably because she writes frequently. The skin on her hands is smooth and fair, her fingers are long, and her nails are neatly trimmed.

Teacher Zhang’s hands were warm. Once I was selected into the broadcasting room to read the manuscript. I was very nervous while reading. The hands holding the manuscript were sweating. When I turned over the manuscript , accidentally, the staple cut my hand, and blood gushed out. I endured the pain, and when I finished reading the manuscript, I rushed out the door. As soon as I went out, I ran into Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang saw me Covering his hand, he grabbed my hand with his warm hands and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" His face was full of worry. As he spoke, he took me into his office and found a band-aid. He slowly and gently pressed it against me with his warm hands. Teacher Zhang's hands were so warm and light. At this moment, it seemed as if a warm current flowed straight into my heart, and the wound no longer hurt so much.

Teacher Zhang’s hand gave me encouragement. When I was in the third grade, Teacher Zhang chose me to be the team leader. The teacher gave me many "important tasks" and "valued" me very much. But there are Once, a classmate left without memorizing ancient poems. I couldn't let him go like this. If I let him go, I would be irresponsible to him. So, I took a shortcut and caught him and took him to the teacher. There, when I accused him of his "crime", the teacher slapped me heavily on the shoulder and said, "You are really a responsible team leader." After hearing the teacher's praise, I was also very proud. Full of strength, I must manage my team members very well.

Although Teacher Zhang no longer teaches me, her warm and encouraging hands are deeply engraved in my heart. Writing a Teacher's Composition 6

Six years of primary school life is coming to an end. Looking back on the past six years, what I remember the most is my alma mater and classmates, what I remember the most is the teachers, and what I want to repay the most is the kindness of the teachers.

I came to Zhiheng School when I was in fifth grade. When I first came here, I was a little confused and uneasy because I was unfamiliar with the environment and my classmates. Start class. Section 1 Chinese. A short and thin female teacher with a ponytail walked in.

She introduced herself in standard Mandarin. I was attracted by her beautiful voice. I couldn't help but sit up straight and listen carefully. She is the teacher I will never forget and want to repay most.

In the old school, when the Chinese teacher was in class, he asked us to read the text over and over again and write down new words, which was extremely boring. Gradually, I became extremely bored with Chinese. But after listening to Teacher Lu’s first class, I realized that Chinese class was so interesting. I was looking forward to the next Chinese class, so I started to like Chinese.

I remember one time, our class held a debate competition. The pros and cons fought each other, each expressed his or her own opinion, refuted each other, and argued fiercely. At this time, we were stumped by the views put forward by the other party, and we felt a little cold for a while. We are all racking our brains thinking about this. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered an argument against the other party and was about to raise my hand. But seeing the other person's proud look, I made another mistake, so I hesitated again. Teacher Lu seemed to see through my mind. She called me and looked at me with encouraging eyes. I was very nervous at the time and stuttered out my opinions and arguments. Suddenly, there was warm applause in the classroom. Looking at Miss Lu, she raised her hands and clapped vigorously, staring at me approvingly. I was infected by the atmosphere. The applause from my classmates and teachers gave me encouragement and courage. During the rest of the debate, I sat up straight and raised my hand. After the debate, both teachers and classmates fully affirmed my performance.

From then on, I was no longer afraid of Chinese language and speaking in class. I dare to speak out and speak my mind without fear.

Now I dare to speak out my opinions boldly and will never forget Teacher Lu’s essay 7

Speaking of the person I admire most, I will answer without hesitation :teacher!

I want to ask you a few questions: Who used that snow-white chalk to pave the way for us to know? Who prepares lessons and searches for information for us every day and night? Who allows us to grow gradually in study and life? Who illuminates us but burns himself?

It is you, dear teacher, who has paved the way for us to learn knowledge. It is you who have cultivated us and given us confidence and courage.

I am a student in Class 5 (4). I think my head teacher is the best teacher in the world. Wondering why. If you want to know why this is, please see below.

My head teacher is a very strict teacher. Maybe it's because she wants us to do better. At that time, I thought she was so fierce! However, after getting along with my class teacher for a while, she and I quickly became good friends. At the same time, I also understood a truth: a strict teacher makes a good student. Although she is very strict with us, she also has a kind side. Whenever I walked into the office, she would often play little jokes on me and make me laugh. I also know that all teachers in the world are like this.

My head teacher is very responsible for her work of "cultivating seedlings". It turns out that there are many poor students in our class, and my head teacher did not abandon them. He held a one-on-one activity in the class, where a good student helped a poor student. Finally, hard work pays off. In the final exam, our class's average score ranked first in the whole grade. This is inseparable from the teacher's teachings, and it is the teacher who made us achieve glory. Writing about teachers 8

Do you know who our most "intelligent" person is? Yes! It is our unique teacher Tong.

She wears a plaid pumpkin hat and has a pair of big eyes that always shine with wisdom. She has a delicious mole next to her mouth that is always so conspicuous.

When it comes to wisdom, it’s true.

On a spring afternoon, we were waiting quietly in the classroom, waiting for the arrival of Teacher Tong.

"Dong~dong~dong" the door slowly opened, "Where are my lotuses and mountains?" The person who didn't hear it heard the sound first, but as soon as we heard the sound, we knew who was coming. . Sure enough, what caught our eyes was the wise child holding a cup of Coke in our hands. She walked slowly to the podium, looked at us with a smile, and then without saying anything, she put a finger into the cup and dipped a little. Coke, he stretched it out and put it into his mouth. He ate it with relish, as if he was tasting the most delicious food in the world.

When we saw each other, our mouths watered!

Suddenly the teacher brought the cup to me and said, "Come on! Have a taste!" I looked at her flattered and just thought See the smile on her face is so bright.

I carefully put my index finger into the cup, dipped it in a little Coke, put it in my mouth and took a sip. Oh my god, why is it so hard? Why doesn’t Teacher Tong have a hard time? My mind is filled with big questions.

Teacher Tong saw us in such a mess, smiled and told us the truth. It turns out that Teacher Tong stretched out her middle finger and put it into the bottle, but put her index finger into her mouth, so she didn't eat it at all!

You see, this is our wise and cunning teacher Tongxin. Teacher's composition 9

Teacher The sky is full of stars, the earth is silent, and people have fallen asleep sweetly. Deep in the campus, a familiar figure flashed. Ah, teacher, you have worked hard all day, and now you are still working hard on the land of knowledge.

Teacher, it’s time for you to rest...

I couldn’t sleep that night, so I sat in front of the window and looked at the dark night sky. The twinkling stars in the sky were like gems dotted on the black curtain. The figure of the teacher appeared in front of my eyes. What will the teacher be doing at this moment? I mused. The little stars in the sky seemed to read my thoughts: "Kid, don't worry, I stand tall, let me help you see!" The little stars stared at a pair of big eyes, flickering towards the depths of the campus. After a while, it flew to my window: "Your teacher is correcting homework under the lamp!" I lowered my head and felt that my nose was sour. Was it cold?

The moon shines into the house from the window, covering everything in the house with a thin silver gauze. On the table, there is a big red banana apple. I picked it up and a scent of fragrance hit my nostrils. In an instant, Xiaoxing's words rang in my ears again, and the teacher's bloodshot eyes and thin face appeared in front of me. Gradually, my hand holding the apple dropped. Teacher, we study and work under your leadership; under your education, we grow from a naive child to a vigorous teenager... I slowly raised my head and said to the little stars in the sky: "Little stars , you help me give this big apple to the teacher, and tell her to go to bed early, okay?" "I will definitely do it!" Little Star said, holding the apple and flying away happily... Write the teacher's composition 10

Since I was in elementary school, many teachers have taught me. Each teacher has left a deep impression on me, but the one who has left a deepest impression on me is Teacher Zhang.

1. Strict

Teacher Zhang is very strict with our calligraphy sitting posture. We must have a straight head, straight body, open arms, and stable feet; the chest should be a fist away from the table. The eyes are an arm's length away from the book, and the fingers are an inch away from the tip of the pen. When we write calligraphy, Teacher Zhang always checks our sitting posture, and from time to time he straightens the classmates' heads to measure whether it is a fist. If not, move it forward or back. When the teacher came next to me, he saw that my back was bent and he patted me on the back. The strange thing is that since then I have never bent my back when writing. It seems that I am really lacking in photography!

2. Punctuality

Teacher Zhang never takes up our time after class and has never been a procrastinator. As soon as get out of class is over, the teacher will stop teaching and let us out of class, because she doesn't want to take up our time to play, doesn't want us to become nerds, and doesn't have any free space, and wants us to enjoy our own good time.

3. Humor

Teacher Zhang is also very humorous. For example, when remembering new words, the teacher asked us to remember the word "包" like this: An old man gave him a piece of fruit. , he had no place to put it, so he opened his clothes and put the fruit in, thus forming the word "包". There are also some words. The teacher also uses this storytelling method to let us memorize new words, and sometimes plays games with us...

This is our teacher, a strict, punctual, and very humorous teacher. We like her. Writing about a teacher 11

My teacher is my Chinese language teacher in primary school for six years. She has long, bright black hair and rose-red lips. She smiled all day long and seemed very nice. He's very soft-spoken, so it's fun to talk to. We all love hearing her talk. When I was in 4th grade, I was a shy kid. In class, they will not take the initiative to raise their hands to speak. However, in Chinese class, Teacher Du raised a question. The problem is not complicated. At that time, I thought about it and clarified my thoughts. I want to raise my hand to speak, but I'm not sure. Because I'm worried that if my answer doesn't meet the standard answer, it will cause a lot of controversy. After coming up with this idea, he raised his hand again. I thought: let's listen to other people's opinions and raise our hands. However, I accidentally met Mr. Du's eyes. Her eyes seemed to urge me to raise my hands and say: Mistakes are not terrible, but whether you have the courage to defeat yourself. I thought: But what if my classmates laughed at me... Before I could finish thinking about it, I heard Teacher Du calling my name, so I had to stand up slowly and say the answer I had originally thought of. After that, I saw Teacher Du motioning for me to sit down and said: The answer is very good, I will raise my hand more actively to speak. From then on, I was no longer afraid to speak.

Teacher Du used her knowledgeable and humorous words to make us feel cheerful and laugh from time to time. Her beautiful explanations and real and touching words nourish our hearts like spring rain, making me feel that taking Chinese classes is a kind of enjoyment and relaxation.

Teachers and gardeners plant peaches and plums all over the world; teachers, it is the rain and dew that nourish the flowers of the motherland and let them grow vigorously. Teacher Du is such a person. I believe that a few years later, I will still remember her words and her eyes... Writing a Teacher's Composition 12

Everyone has his or her own mentor. Whether poor or rich; knowledgeable or idle. There is always a teacher beside us who silently guides us in the right direction. There will always be a teacher who works hard for us but gives us nothing in return. When we hold back, there is always a teacher trying to guide us. When we encounter difficulties, there are always teachers to support us.

Thank you, my dear teacher!

Teacher! What a common yet great title! You have trained tens of millions of talents for our motherland. This is an honor we should be proud of! It is because of your teaching that we grow! It is precisely because of your training that we become useful people! Thank you, my respected teacher!

Teacher! What a familiar and friendly call! You are a diligent gardener who works hard to water us with rich nutrient solution every day. You are ecstatic to see the little Xinwei you care about grow into a big tree day by day. You are a burning candle, you infect us with your burning heart, and you meticulously give us all your knowledge. While you are sweating for us, as we grow, you are also changing little by little: the silky silver hair on your head, the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, the calluses on your hands... these are the results of your hard work. Thank you, my dear teacher!

Thank you, our teacher! With your guidance, we can swim in the ocean of knowledge and greedily absorb knowledge bit by bit. Because of your inspiration, we can find our own world in this strange world. Because of your encouragement, we can erase the dark clouds in front of us and bravely move towards the finish line of success!

Teacher, thank you! Writing Teacher's Composition 13

In today's composition class, Teacher Xiong asked a very strange question. Even Teacher Xiong himself was confused about this question. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? As soon as the question was raised, the class exploded.

I think the chicken must have come first. Without the chicken, where would the eggs come from?

There must be an egg first, and only then can a chick hatch.

No, there must be a chicken first.

While the students were all talking about it, I I also had a heated discussion with Wei Ran. I said to Wei Ran seriously: I think the chicken came first. Without the chicken, where would the eggs come from? What do you think?

No, I think there should be eggs first, because without eggs, where would the chicken come from?

No, no, the chicken should come first.

Okay, then tell me your reasons!

Didn’t we learn a text called "Dinosaurs Flying into the Blue Sky"? It talks about how it might turn into a bird. The genes of birds and chickens are so similar, so I think dinosaurs turned into birds first, and then birds slowly turned into chickens.

No, I still think there should be eggs first, because I think chickens evolved slowly from the eggs of a small dinosaur and then gradually became smaller and became eggs! The first egg was most likely the egg of a small dinosaur

We were all unconvinced and thought our opinions were right, so we asked Teacher Xiong to judge us, and Teacher Xiong was listening. Yes, she used her brain cleverly and said with a smile: What you said is right. She gently stroked our heads. You are all just guessing. Most scientists in recent years will not guess. You are simply too awesome. As long as you have your own reasons, you are right.

After listening to Teacher Xiong’s words, we slowly relaxed and became good friends. We had a happy class together. This shows how smart Teacher Xiong is! Writing about teachers 14

Teacher, what a sacred profession this is! We are the flowers of the motherland. Under the hard training of teachers, we grow up happily every day!

Some people say that teachers are like candles, illuminating others and burning themselves; teachers are like gardeners, cultivating red flowers, green grass and towering trees, but making themselves old. But I say, you are a loving mother who cares about us in every possible way, allowing us to thrive under your care; you are the helmsman, leading us into the ocean of knowledge with the boat of the soul, allowing us to wave in the ocean; you You are the lighthouse that navigates us in the vast ocean and guides us to victory; you are the spring at a glance, nourishing our dry hearts with the spring of knowledge, making our study and life more fulfilling. Winter turns to spring, year after year, the dust stains your temples, the podium keeps your figure, tries hard to bend you, and tries hard to change your face.

"The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will drain their wicks every night." This poem says that the lives of silkworms and candles are short, but their short life is their eternal happiness!

Teacher, don’t you like silkworms and candles? You work hard day and night for us and for your students. Whenever you stand on the podium and give us a lecture, always holding a glass of water in your hand, the students think: Can teachers also drink tea in class? However, who would have thought that this is not a cup of thirst-quenching water, but throat soothing granules. You give us lectures every day, and your voice is hoarse, but you keep talking in a hoarse voice and try your best to lecture us with your loudest voice.

Teacher, you have taken great pains to inject cultural and scientific knowledge into our hearts, allowing us to develop and compete in the garden of the motherland. teacher! I want to say to you quietly: "Dear teacher, you have worked hard. Thank you!" Writing about teachers 15

He has a classic endorsement: "Don't challenge the dignity of a male teacher!

Yes, this is what he said in class. It is the sentence that I remember most clearly and deeply in so many classes. That time, the whole class gathered in the corridor outside the classroom noisily. Noisily lined up outside the information room.

The school bell has already rang, and no matter how loud Tang Yimo, Luo Feilin and Pan Yuhao shouted, it was still very lively. Teacher Liao appeared from somewhere and first picked out a few disobedient people from the team with simple and rough actions. After cleaning up, the crowd was indeed obedient and quiet. He put his hands behind his back, strode forward, and glanced over with a sharp look: "I'm telling you, never challenge the dignity of a male teacher!" At the end, he paused again, "Go in." "

Because I was recording on Monday afternoon and I was a little unsure about the list, so I asked Teacher Liao. For the first time. Thinking face: Just those three and so-and-so. "Oh, good. I responded and crossed out the names with a brush in my hand, leaving only two or three people. The second time, it seemed that Teacher Liao was in a good mood. With a shy face and a very shy smile: "Isn't this not good? After I tried hard to ask, he said Hou. The third time (that is, yesterday), I recorded everyone who stood up after being called. Teacher Liao was shy there for a long time, and then came out with one sentence to send us away: "Well... I think everyone performed well in this class, forget it. After finishing the speech, he had eight shining white teeth, which made his eyes wide open. Only a gap is left. (Me: ...Oh, no, the teeth are too flashy, are you going to "blind" my eyes...

Serious face: Don't challenge my dignity! Meditation. Face: Just those words. Shy face: That’s not good.

Shy face: I think they are all quite well-behaved...

Actually, I think Teacher Liao seems to be a little bit arrogant?