My teacher's theme composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the theme composition collected by my teacher for you, I hope it will help you.

My teacher's theme composition 1 teacher, an indispensable person in life. Our knowledge comes from teachers. A teacher is like a key that opens the door to knowledge. Our outlook on life comes from the teacher's indoctrination. Teachers are like candles, burning ourselves and illuminating us. We grow from an ignorant child to a towering tree, which is inseparable from the cultivation of teachers. Teachers are like silkworms, unknown and selfless.

In the second grade of junior high school, I changed to a new Chinese teacher. Her surname is Hu, of medium height, with short curly hair and a hoarse voice. Although I haven't been with her for a long time, I am deeply impressed with her.

I like her classes, because they are not boring, but also rich and interesting, and each class will have different feelings. She can arouse the atmosphere in our class and make us concentrate and think seriously. When she read the text affectionately, we all seemed to be there, which made us admire and learned a lot from it. Remember to say "best player". When talking about psychological description, the teacher showed us how to read it. The expression and voice stunned us, and it sounded as if we were there. She is so knowledgeable that she never stops telling every story. She can combine common sense of life with some examples, so that we can go deeper into the text and learn Chinese more passionately. Knowledge of new words, vocabulary and grammar doesn't need us to memorize, but "long live understanding".

When we answered the wrong questions in class, she didn't criticize us blindly, but said optimistically, "Nothing, think again." Such a short sentence can make us feel warmer and more confident, not afraid and nervous, and avoid answering questions. When we made a mistake, she seriously communicated with us and told us the truth. Suddenly, I feel that she is not our teacher, but our big friend. She is easy to get close to and brings the distance between teachers and students closer. Therefore, I like her class very much and I like to communicate with her.

In short, my Chinese teacher is a humorous, educated and friendly teacher. She changed my inertia in learning Chinese and made me like Chinese class. Teacher, I love you!

My teacher's theme composition 2 My teacher is a teacher who is strict with students. But sometimes she cares about us!

My teacher is a little short, with curly hair and an expression on her face: meticulous! She must have extra-curricular books in her hand all year round.

In class, the teacher is very strict. If a classmate speaks behind her back, the teacher will break the chalk in her hand and then tell the position with her ears. After hearing this, she will turn around and shoot a "chalk bullet", never empty, and accurately shoot it on the forehead of her "single-minded" classmates every time. Let them concentrate on the class immediately.

After class, the teacher became a nerd. She asked us to go out for activities, but she read the biography of Hulan River with relish and sometimes mumbled something from time to time! The most fascinating time is that it took me two or three minutes to come to my senses in class, and I reluctantly put down my book and began to teach us!

Teachers are also particularly concerned about us. Once, when I was playing basketball with my classmates, I accidentally fell down and broke my arm. The teacher came as soon as my classmates helped me up. As soon as she saw me knocking at the door like this, she took me to the infirmary and asked the doctor to dress my wound. She also said to the doctor, "Be gentle, it's really troublesome for you!" " Then he kept asking me if it hurt, and I shook my head and said, "No!" " "The teacher was relieved. I am very touched. The wound looks like a painkiller, and it really doesn't hurt!

Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself, illuminating our life path and making the flowers of our motherland more beautiful and brilliant! Teacher, thank you for your teaching and company. It's good to have you on the road to growth!

My teacher's theme composition 3 In the eyes of the Chinese teacher, I may be a little annoying to the teacher. However, sometimes, I am a very smart and capable class cadre and a good helper who is sensible and clever.

Let me tell you something that bothers the teacher! At a science and technology festival, the small environment production of our class was handed over to the school, but my small production was not handed over to the teacher. Hearing the news, I quickly handed my little coaster to the Chinese teacher. After the Chinese teacher took it, he pointed to the podium and said, "There is also a registration form to register your small production name, your name and other related information. Go and get a pen to register! " I came to my seat as fast as I could and rummaged in my pencil box, but I couldn't find my pen at the moment! I was in a hurry, so I took a pencil and hurried to the podium to register. After all the arrangements were made, the teacher asked us to send the works to the amphitheatre. When the Chinese teacher looks at the registration form, it is clear at a glance-my column is written in pencil! The teacher said to me in a hurry, "You are really annoying!" I'm ashamed! Alas! Tell me, am I annoying?

In the eyes of the math teacher, I am a good student with excellent grades. However, sometimes, I will be hit by a bolt from the blue because of a little mistake in class-some impulse or a few whispers.

Now let me talk about one thing that I stand out from the crowd in front of my math teacher. Once in math class, the teacher suddenly asked everyone a question. As soon as the voice fell, the classroom was suddenly silent, and even the blink of an eye could not be heard. I also racked my brains trying to remember the answer to the question. I suddenly had a bright eye and an epiphany. I shouted, "The divisor is greater than the remainder!" The math teacher smiled and said to everyone, "Look at them! Better than you! " I'm flattered! Listen carefully and think carefully in class, which seems very useful! It's really "learning the sea is endless"! After writing the article, I have found the answer: I am an annoying "nuisance" in the eyes of teachers and a good student with excellent grades!

My teacher's theme composition 4 She is an ordinary person, but she has a different mission from others. She taught me a lot of philosophy of life; Taught me countless knowledge; Teach me the basic principles of being a man; I thank her because she has done a lot for me. ...

She is of medium height, with black curly hair dyed yellow and big eyes bright and persistent, teaching every student.

I vaguely remember that when I first arrived at that school, some people in the school were strangers to me. It was she who greeted me kindly and talked to me. Gradually, I became familiar with everything in the school. With her help, I made close friends. How happy I am! She also gave me an approving look.

She is regarded as an excellent teacher by all of us. Her name is Shi Junping.

Teacher Shi is a terrible and gentle teacher and is deeply loved by us.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are countless contributions made by history teachers! Poetry and songs can't stop praising you!

Teachers are like candles, burning their weak bodies and bringing us endless light. Teachers are like beautiful cultivators and beautiful sowers. The teacher shines on us with the most beautiful sunshine and moistens us with the most sincere and sweet rain and dew on earth. Just like a teacher's broad mind and selfless dedication, my heart will be full of flowers and the seeds of literature will break through the ground.

I thank each of my teachers. It is she (he) who has sown a lifetime's hard work on a flower for the motherland, exercised the flower, cared for it meticulously, but was strict. Under such training, we lived up to expectations, turned around and looked around, only to find that everyone who cares about themselves is white-haired. ...

They helped me learn to be strong, brave and decisive on the road of growth ... I thank them, all the people around me who care about me, but I also thank my first teacher.

My teacher's theme composition 5 mentioned this topic, and I was speechless at the moment. Many people flashed in front of me, such as a baby English teacher, a humorous science teacher, a cold and serious history teacher ... Finally, my thoughts were fixed on this picture-a tall and thin Chinese teacher was giving a lecture on the podium with great interest.

My Chinese teacher is a real beauty with a waist as thin as a willow. I'm afraid the teacher's waist will break as soon as the strong wind blows. Like weeping willows by the lake, the soft willow branches are floating in the wind, and the teacher's hair is swaying in the autumn wind. The teacher is also nearsighted, but it doesn't affect her temperament at all. She is still moving.

My Chinese teacher is a respectable person. She is very frank. She doesn't like to be the victim of "the silkworm will weave until it dies in spring, and the candle will cry the wick every night", although it is great and tragic. She is a sailor, and we are travelers, leading us to the other side of knowledge. And then continue her career as a sailor. Isn't that great? Teach knowledge to more people and do more meaningful things with your only youth.

My Chinese teacher is a serious and responsible person. She used many examples to teach us to "learn Chinese from time to time and use Chinese everywhere"; Tell us with ordinary things in reality that "Chinese is not boring, but also beautiful". She taught us how to learn Chinese and how to discover the beauty of Chinese. She shared with us what she knew without reservation.

My Chinese teacher is a formidable person. She is something special. She speaks clearly, and her language is fluent, fast and clear, which makes me admire. She attends classes in a different way. She can not only explain the contents of the book, but also is not boring and attractive.

My Chinese teacher, she has her own characteristics and charm. But everyone has a quality that all teachers in the world have: earnest, considerate of students and meticulous.

Here, pay tribute to the teacher!

My teacher's theme composition 6 Happy holiday life is over, and my mother transferred me to Class 3, Grade 4, experimental primary school.

On the first day of school, my mother sent me to class I was greeted by a beautiful young teacher, who is my new head teacher, Mr. Hou. He has a pair of big eyes, a high nose, a white face, light yellow hair and full of vitality. The smile on his face made me as warm as the spring breeze, and I fell in love with my teacher at once.

On the first day of class, the strange environment and faces frightened me. The teacher read my mind, smiled and touched my head and said, "Don't be afraid, you write very well." I looked up and saw the teacher's gentle eyes, and my heart relaxed a lot. I feel a beam of sunlight shining directly into my heart. In the next few days, actions and language like this often happened, which may be insignificant to the teacher, but it gave me great encouragement and comfort.

Another day in math class, I talked about the understanding of large numbers. The teacher said it once. Some students didn't understand, so the teacher told them many times until all the students understood. The teacher's insistence reminds me of a sentence in Soldier Assault: "Don't abandon, don't give up". With such a good teacher, I am full of confidence in my study.

My pencil box broke down during the self-study class on Friday. The teacher saw it and said to me, "I'll buy you a new one tomorrow." I didn't take it to heart at that time, but on Monday, as soon as I started class, the teacher gave me a brand-new pencil box, and I felt that the teacher loved us as much as my mother.

There is a proverb that says "silkworms in spring will weave until they die". But I think teachers are more selfless than silkworm. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating students' learning path. Teachers, you have ignited my ideal fire. I love you, teacher! It is you who sowed the seeds of hope for me, and you gave me the confidence and courage to study. Because of you, the world is a better place!

My teacher's theme composition 7 She nourishes the delicate flowers of our motherland. Like a diligent gardener, she nurtures my growth and teaches us knowledge.

She, with beautiful black hair and no bangs, only sees the tip of a beauty's nose. Her face is like a potholed unpaved road, but she is always the best teacher.

My teacher can' transform', can your teacher?

It's a beautiful spring morning. In the first class, a chatterbox said a lot of nonsense. The teacher smiled and said to him, "Don't talk and concentrate on class." The twittering of writing is mixed with annoying voices. The Chinese teacher is serious and reaches out as if I were holding a bamboo stick. However, Zhu Zhibang was taken away by some bad guys. At this time, a bamboo stick came out of nowhere, and the teacher took it in his hand and walked towards XXX. You are in pain. The teacher's volcano erupted, and soon, there was magma everywhere. The teacher seems to have used the strength of sucking milk, but he still goes easy when he knocks down. I know, the teacher is doing this for our own good, and hates iron not to produce!

The teacher's earnest appearance is more beautiful than his angry appearance.

There was silence in the teacher's room, only the crisp sound of the teacher's lecture echoed the sound of the students' reading, like a harmonious ensemble.

The picture of the teacher correcting homework often appears in my mind: in the middle of the night, we are all asleep, but she corrects homework in the bright moonlight and faint light.

Ah! The teacher's every move is for our good. "Teachers are our second parents." Thank you teacher! Chinese teacher, thank you!

My teacher's theme composition 8 remembers that I was a placement student in Class 305 in the last semester of Grade Three. At that time, the head teacher of this class was Miss Liang who taught Chinese. I think she is a kind and respectable teacher. Another serious teacher.

When I first came to this class, I felt that teachers and classmates were strangers and I didn't know how to communicate with them. I'm not used to it in school and life. I've just got used to it for four days, and I'm afraid that the new class teacher, Mr. Liang, is biased against the transferred students, so I dare not approach Mr. Liang and ask questions. Once, on Sunday night, my mother sent her to the classroom for evening self-study. My mother told the teacher what I was afraid to tell the class teacher. Teacher Liang said with a smile, "You should tell your mother and your teacher about your problems. You should tell your teacher boldly and exercise your courage. " Later, Teacher Liang arranged for me to sit at the same table with Wu Manxin, so that we could learn from each other. After teacher Liang's meticulous care, I quickly adapted to this class. I am very happy and my study has improved.

Teacher Liang not only cares about me in my study, but also cares about me in my life. Once, because of my partial eclipse, I was prone to catch a cold. It was dry in autumn, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. So, I had a fever in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the life teacher took good care of me and took me to the clinic in time. After taking the medicine prescribed by the school doctor, the fever quickly went down. The next day, my life teacher told Mr. Liang that I was ill. Mr. Liang asked my life teacher about my life at school. Are you used to it? Let the life teacher take care of me as much as possible. After the meticulous care of Mr. Liang and my life teacher, my body recovered quickly and I was not easy to get sick. I have a good relationship with my classmates and teachers, and I am very happy in my study and life at school. Thank you very much for your trust, encouragement and concern. Teacher Liang is also serious about learning pronunciation.

Once, Huang Zijun in our class was not very fluent in reading the text. Teacher Liang doesn't want him to continue like this. He told him to practice more and read more books. Later, after being trained by Teacher Liang, Huang Zijun read a lot more fluently. Teacher Liang, the head teacher, is like this for every student. Let them practice more first, then give them a chance to show themselves. Finally, most students in the class have improved their academic performance and made continuous progress.

Teacher Liang, the head teacher, is such an amiable and respectable teacher. She is not the head teacher of our class now. I miss her very much and hope to meet her one day.

My teacher's theme composition 9 time is in a hurry, but in my mind, every appearance of you can be clearly seen. These are my teachers. Dear teacher didn't say thank you personally, but I thank you a thousand times and a million times in my heart. "Thank you, thank you."

When I entered primary school, I was so timid that I grabbed my mother's skirt, tears welled up like spring water, and my mouth shouted, "Mom, don't go." You brought me into a beautiful school, you made me know many friends, you made me forget my inexplicable fear of school, and you made me understand what a sacred place school is. You let me learn to show myself, to be strong in dealing with setbacks, and to learn basic manners. No matter which teacher passes by, no matter whether I know him or not, I will smile and bow and say, "Hello, teacher!" " "

Six years have passed quietly, and we are about to say goodbye to you. On that day, we laughed and hugged together, and shed tears of joy and sadness at the school gate.

With a sense of self-confidence, I stepped into the gate of middle school. My curiosity about everything prevented me from spending all my energy on my study. You pulled me back in time. It is you who make me summon up courage and make up my mind to stand up in repeated failures. When I entered junior high school, I was still a polite child. I still remember the sentence "Hello, teacher."

In another month, I will be promoted to the second day of junior high school and adapt to the new study again. I will live up to your expectations. I will study hard and get good grades in every exam. Do you remember what you said? "Think of all the exercises as an exam and all the exams as an exercise, so that your grades will be improved step by step." I will never forget every word you said.

"Hello, teacher." What a simple sentence, but it contains our full respect for teachers. Thank you teachers.

My teacher's theme composition 10 class is so lively, but my heart is so deserted.

There was a party in the class, and everyone was busy preparing the program. It was very lively. And I sat alone in my seat, sitting alone, empty and doing nothing.

Actually, I volunteered to tell you that I wanted to perform. You read the program and said, "It's full." I know there's room. Four programs on the show are far from enough. You don't want me to take a spot for no reason. Because there are too many good students to attend, you should keep them.

I know that I always fail in my class, so you never care about me. In this class, it seems that it is the same with or without me.

Every time you answer a question, your eyes always bypass me and you never wake me up, even if I raise my hand.

I remember once, intentionally or unintentionally, you called me up to answer questions. I was excited and excited, and my face flushed. After the answer, you casually said, "Yes, there is progress." This may not be a compliment in the eyes of others, but it makes me cry. Until now, I still feel warm when I think of that day.

You will never think of me, and you will never allow me to do anything.

The school held a literary evening that day, and I signed up. But after you knew it, you asked the school to cancel my project and said something wrong. I ran to ask you why, but you sarcastically said to me, "Do you want to win honor for the class or discredit it?" "You know, that sentence made me lose my last confidence in myself.

Teacher, I'm not useless. I can dance well and sing well, but why can't you see?

Teacher, as a student, I only long for your appreciation. Is this really too much to ask?

The party has already started. The class is so lively, but my heart is so deserted.

My teacher's theme composition 1 1 Everyone wants to be praised, and I am no exception. However, this kind of praise is not so easy to get. Therefore, we must cherish the praise we get through our own efforts. Therefore, I can't forget the praise I got that time.

It was windy that day, and the leaves in the yard were like carpets. Mom has something to do and can't clean the yard, so let me call some good friends to clean the yard. As soon as I received my mother's order, I asked several good friends to help clean the yard without saying anything. Of course, I am the hardest one. Soon, the yard was cleaned by us. When my mother came back, she looked at the clean yard. She is very happy. She praised us one by one, especially me! I am really flattered.

In order to get my mother's praise, I began to work hard, often busy for a long time, and my mother just smiled and said nothing more. I think: since the work is not well received, why bother to work so hard! So, I gradually loosened up. Finally, one day, I received a "yellow card" from my mother.

My mother thought I was a little abnormal and asked me, "What's wrong with you? It wasn't like this before! Why is the work getting less and less serious? " I looked down and said, "Did you praise me? Why should I work? " My mother touched my head and said, "What do you think, silly boy?" ...

Later, I won't be sloppy at work, and my mother's praise is often in my ear.

You don't have to think about anything to do, and you don't have to think about repaying others' help. Giving doesn't mean losing. I have understood this for a long time!

My teacher's theme composition 12 is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty and revered. Teachers are like the sea, because the sea is boundless and immeasurable.

In the stormy night sky, the plane won't lose its way, because there is navigation guidance, because there is lighthouse guidance, and I won't lose my way in the darkness, because there is a teacher to illuminate my way forward.

Autumn rains have fallen on the earth, and piles of dark gray clouds are pressing over the city. The noisy classroom suddenly quieted down and the students quickly took their seats. At this moment, the physics teacher came into the classroom. He took out a stack of papers and said, "This week's exam results have come out. Let me look at the music first. The highest score is 98 ... "When I watched the teacher read 90 paragraphs and 80 paragraphs quickly, I began to fidget. All the students around me walked back to their seats with papers, and I was the only one.

When I got the test paper, I saw two striking numbers 58 in the upper right corner of the test paper. At this time, the teacher called my name and said, "Wait in my office." "How did I get into such a situation now?" I thought of it when I saw such a result.

After a while, there was a ringing bell in the classroom, and all the students walked out of the classroom hand in hand. Only I walked to the teacher's office with a 58-point test paper.

When I stepped into the office, I thought I would be scolded by the teacher, but when I looked up, I found that I was wrong. The teacher asked me, "Is this the first time you failed?" "Yes," I faltered. "We studied physics for two years and didn't have many exams. How could we fail? Is there anything we can't do? How many knowledge points can a subject accept? " The teacher asked. "I said," About 60%. " "Nothing-do you have any hobbies?" The teacher asked. I was stunned. He said, "Do you watch the moon on the fifteenth night?" I smiled and said, "Yes, this hobby is very good. Have you ever thought about developing in this field in the future? " He asked again, and I was a little embarrassed to say, "Yes" and "Astronomy should also involve physics. Although you didn't do well in this exam, I hope to see your better grades next time. Let's go. " I said, "Well, for sure. "

Teachers and students are friends, who understand, respect and learn from each other. Our future will definitely get better.

My teacher's theme composition 13 My favorite teacher is a Chinese teacher-Miss Gu. She is petite, with black hair, a little curly hair and bright eyes. She dresses neatly every day and looks very energetic!

Gu's class is lively and interesting, and she also teaches us many skills. For example, we learned a very difficult new word "pan" last term. This word is very complicated. When I first learned, my classmates looked blank and few people could write. So Teacher Gu taught us a method: "Climbing is composed of a forest, two forks, a big one and a hand, which can be understood as a pair of crossed big hands climbing in the jungle." After listening to it, the students suddenly realized that they all understood. At this moment, everyone remembers it deeply, and almost no one will write the words wrong.

Teacher Gu, sometimes very strict, but also very gentle. Not long ago, a classmate in our class was a little sloppy in his homework. Teacher Gu criticized him and pointed out his problems. After that, the classmate corrected his mistake and was able to read the text aloud and emotionally in class. Teacher Gu praised him in time and encouraged him. On the one hand, Miss Gu is very strict with us. On the other hand, she always pays attention to the care and cultivation of our self-confidence.

Teacher Gu always pays great attention to expanding our knowledge, making us recite many ancient poems, idioms and famous sayings, and also making us write news comments. My mother always tells me that we are lucky to meet Miss Gu.

This is Miss Gu, an interesting, strict and gentle, serious and responsible teacher! At the moment, I like my Chinese class more and more.

My teacher's theme composition 14 Who developed the three-foot platform into a beautiful peach blossom garden, who burned the midnight oil in countless nights, my most beloved teacher-my class teacher Yu.

People say that a teacher, if he is a good teacher, will never forget you. You are a good teacher. As the saying goes: "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, tears begin to dry every night." How well this sentence is said! Teacher, you are like a candle, silently offering for us!

Teacher, you are like a magical magician in my eyes, and you will educate me with your identity at different times; You seem to be playing games with me, studying and relaxing us. Let's find learning very interesting. Teacher, how amazing, ordinary, serious, amiable and beautiful you are. To your colleagues, you are so hospitable. To your parents, you are so enthusiastic and meticulous to us.

I remember that the teacher's eyes were like searchlights in class, and the students were afraid to make small moves. Although our head teacher's eyes are sharp, I often feel that her big eyes bring us infinite love.

The teacher in our class is beautiful, tall, with big eyes and a good figure. The students like her very much.

I remember that the teacher always gave us a silent solution. No matter what task you want us to do, all the students greeted us. I still remember that once the headmaster came to our class to attend a lecture, and you stayed up all night trying to sort out some information. After the next day, you are still looking. In fact, you are fighting for the honor of our class. How hard you work! Teacher!

The value of fireflies lies in shining others with the lamp at the back end; What makes you respectable is that you always provide convenience for others. Teacher, you have taught us with your life why we should pursue, why we should have ideals and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you left your most beautiful smile in this beautiful world.

Teacher, your love is like a warm current, always warming the hearts of students; Teacher, your love is like a burning flame, which illuminates my learning future, and I will never forget it!

My teacher's theme composition 15 once upon a time, I asked myself, what kind of teacher is a good teacher? So time goes back to the past with memories.

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It was in primary school. It was very cold that day and the wind sobbed. There seem to be countless wild animals roaring outside the window.

That afternoon, the teacher announced that we would work in the afternoon and asked us to bring shovels, but because we were playful, we didn't bring them and didn't think it was a big deal. Unexpectedly, the teacher called us to the playground, and our expression was as serious as the weather outside the window. Most people have come out, leaving only a few delicate girls and dozens of pairs of questioning eyes in the classroom and playground. I didn't expect you to let us catch snow with our hands. The wind on the playground pulls our faces like skates. Nobody wants to work by hand in this weather. We're starting to get angry with you. You said, "If you don't work, run in circles." Most of us went running.

I vaguely remember running 15 laps, and then you told us to go back to the classroom. After returning to the classroom, I thought about it carefully. We were wrong. You use your own educational methods to let us know that "we should do what we should do", but we just refute you. I will always remember the lesson you taught us.

-China, what a good educator! It is well-deserved to call them the best combination in the world. For decades, they have worked hard, endured humiliation, and paid tears and sweat. What they say and create is indeed a great achievement of "peaches and plums are all over the world"! What a noble and great dedication it is to "beat the old red by 10000 and replace it with the new green by 100000"

You are the spring breeze, blowing green hills, and you are the sunshine, illuminating every corner. You came from the sea of knowledge, holding sweet spring water in your hand, and sweating all the way, nourishing my thirsty heart. Although the torrent of years has washed away the floating dust of history again and again, what remains unchanged is that teachers from generation to generation are still trying their best to train students from session to session.

I will never forget who taught me to think, who guided me in confusion, who made the world and books sound loud, and who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.

Touching my sincere heart and remembering the bitterness of growing up, I have been accompanying you-my teachers.