Looking for the third grade composition: teachers' memories

I still think of two teachers in high school. One of them teaches math, and the other teaches Chinese. In fact, my math level is the worst, and literature is less than half a bottle. But they are still deeply rooted in my memory.

My math teacher's name is Yan Tiben, and I remember that he was very thin. At that time, we guessed that the depression on his face was enough to put two eggs. Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated. His whole face is composed of geometric lines, which has the characteristics of Greek men. But it is not handsome and cool, but the joints are prominent. When he was giving a lecture, endless words swirled in his flat mouth. Sometimes he only talks about one topic in a class, but there are countless solutions. Unfortunately, when he talks about the second plan, we always forget the first one. When he stops, he often sees a blank face and asks us if we understand. We said no, but he said it again and got the same answer. So we always see him pick up the empty chalk box and put it down near the end of class. Unfortunately, as a talented young man in regional mathematics teaching, he teaches a group of unscrupulous disciples. No one understands his painstaking efforts, and some even think that he writes too much and too high when cleaning the blackboard, because he is tall and wastes our physical strength.

For me, when he lectures, it is a good time for me to sleep. When his voice came, he sang a lullaby, so when others remembered several big books, mine was still a little short. Only later did I find out how much I had suffered. In the days to come, I will never find such an excellent math teacher again. I didn't realize how much I needed a teacher like Miss Yan until I stumbled on the math in the college entrance examination. Looking back, Mr. Yan's teaching thought and academic spirit are rare. It is exactly what we advocate in today's quality education. Now I look at his education as a teacher, which shows that his educational philosophy is forward-looking.

Teacher Yan's untidy dress left a deep impression on me. When he plunges into the field of mathematics, he sometimes forgets the outside world. Walking into his room, there were draft papers all over the floor. In his view, calculus is an irreplaceable pleasure. If he finds happiness in calculus, he naturally has no time to decorate himself. When he marries a wife, he meets a woman who is unkempt. His clothes are unknown. I remember one time in class, he hung a sock on his belt and kept dangling behind his ass. Once in class, we just stared at socks and no one told him. Some people even laughed. The latter good thing was recorded in students' compositions and spread in the office and among students. But this does not affect his image as an excellent teacher at all. Now that I'm a teacher, I know more and more that only a teacher like Miss Yan is a teacher-oriented person. He really regards education as a kind of enjoyment. I remember that when I analyzed his name "body", I was afraid it meant "self-respect and duty". Now it seems that his persistence and investment in education at that time is enough to confirm what his name itself hoped for.

When it comes to mathematics, we naturally think of Chinese teachers. Our teacher's surname is Tang, and his surname is taboo because he taught us to be taboo. Mr. Tang is older than Mr. Yan, but he pays great attention to gfd. I remember that we didn't have mousse styling in high school, but we found that Mr. Tang's hair was not messy every day. Later, it was discovered that the trick is to wipe it with water constantly to achieve such an effect. I combed my hair smoothly, revealing a bald forehead symbolizing wisdom. At that time, we speculated for no reason: Teacher Tang's wife must be more beautiful than Teacher Bitang. We privately decided to characterize his head as a "scholar", but unfortunately it was right. Our teacher Tang is indeed a member of the Red Cross. After learning the news, we were excited for a long time, as if our value had increased instantly. Didn't someone say, "Great teachers make great teachers"? But Mr. Tang didn't buy it at all. He didn't look at us because we admired him.

Our composition is often criticized by him for a page. He is just competing with us to write a composition. We don't know which of the n suggestions he made should be adopted. What I remember most clearly is that one of my proud works was circled beyond recognition by him. The whole article can't tell which is my handwriting and which is revised by him. I even suspect that my composition level in high school is not as good as that in primary school, and the composition in primary school can still be good. Later, I didn't dare to follow Mr. Tang's instructions, copied another one from memory and voted it for Chinese Monthly, which was sent out soon. I really want to show the published article to Mr. Tang, but I have thought it over carefully. His satirical power is no less than that of Lu Xun, which we have all learned. At that time, he said: "I am a Zhongshan wolf, and I am crazy if I succeed casually." I'm not bored at all. I have endured this pain until I wrote this article today.

Since Mr. Tang is a member of the Red Cross, he is naturally good at talking about a dream of red mansions. I remember "Lin Daiyu entered Jia Fu". He talked for a week, but he wanted more. I remember a plot deeply: he drew a plan for us on the blackboard in order to let us string Fu and Fu together. He is short. At first, he reached for the photo and watched him struggle. We couldn't wait to help him, but we knew that we were getting more and more busy. So someone moved a stool for him, and he climbed it, but it was in jeopardy. Hey, so several students sighed inexplicably: for us! Cao Xueqin, is this fellow really cheating? What do you mean by writing so many houses? ! The sketch was finally drawn, and we were all relieved to see Mr. Tang safely come down from the stool. Next, Mr. Tang began to show us the maze of Guo Rong Building. Oh, my God! Others lamented: Why didn't Mr. Tang go to Gai Lou? What a waste of talent! At that moment, I almost suspected that Teacher Tang had been there. After class, when we were joking with each other, we were still saying, "Hey, where are we in Guo Rong Building now? Do you need to call for help! " Mr. Tang, like Mr. Yan, taught an apprentice like us, which only made him sad. He is like a scholar, which makes us awe, but we can't get close to him. According to the current popularity survey, Mr. Tang's popularity index must be very low, and should not be higher than Mr. Yan's. His personality determines that he can't make himself cute.

Both teachers are kings in their spiritual world. They are not cute, but they will make students respect them. My handwriting can only be sketched, but I still love them, including their shortcomings.

Why do people say my handwriting is beautiful? Because my teacher Yu's handwriting is as beautiful as genius! Why do people say that my Mandarin is good? Because my teacher Yu speaks Mandarin as well as a bird singing!

Let's get to know her!

Teacher Yu is young and beautiful, short, with bright eyes, a small mouth as lovely as a cherry, and a long-haired dress as beautiful as a fairy in the sky.

Teacher Yu always has a sweet smile on her face. Every time she walks into the classroom, I feel extremely proud, because having such an excellent teacher is our blessing.

I like Mr. Yu's Chinese class very much. Beautiful words can always let us plug in the wings of imagination and fly in the sky of knowledge! The students taught by teacher Yu are all excellent.

Teacher Yu is not only strict with us in study, but also takes care of us in life. I want to be like teacher Yu when I grow up.

My Chinese teacher in grade three is Shen. She is of medium height and has a pair of glasses on her nose. She looks knowledgeable.

At that time, it was just near the end of the term, and all the students spent their time in intense review. "Ding Ling ~ ~" is in class again. Teacher Shen gave us a final review paper. I answered the questions carefully and tried to avoid carelessness. Everyone prepares the test papers and gives them to the teacher one after another.

In the afternoon, Miss Shen called me to the office and showed me my test paper. Ah, the composition is beside the point, so it slipped away in a few minutes. I thought Mr. Shen would severely criticize me, so I just stood there ready to be criticized. On the contrary, instead of criticizing me, Mr. Shen said to me earnestly, "Carelessness is not your fault, but it won't do either. As the saying goes, if you are sincere, the stone will open. " You should remember that as long as you have confidence and firm belief, you will succeed and get rid of bad habits. The teacher will forgive you this time and correct it next time ... "After listening to the teacher's instructions, my tears came out unconsciously.

After every exam, Mr. Shen's words echoed in his ears. Unconsciously, the problem really got rid of. I still remember teacher Shen's teaching.

I am very grateful to the hardworking gardener for giving the saplings enough water to grow into big trees.

Is this enough?

I hope it helps you.