I can write my composition better.

And I got my first taste of being a teacher. Looking at the lovely big eyes and innocent smiling face under the podium, I feel as if I saw myself in those days.

What all the teachers taught me immediately came to mind. Think about your ignorance, your naughty, and the hardships of being a teacher for the first time. I am grateful to the teachers. My respected teacher, can you hear my blessing to you?

I have studied an article "My Teacher" written by Wei Wei, and I have tasted it carefully, and my feelings are getting deeper and deeper. I also have such a teacher. Her surname is Li Mingquan. Teacher Li, now I have walked out of the mountains and into the noisy city; Miss Li, now that I have picked up my pointer and stepped onto the platform ... will you feel gratified for me?

For rural children, childhood is full of boring scenery, blue sky and endless dreams of flying. It's a little different for me, because I met you, Miss Li.

At that time, I was a child who liked writing and fantasy. I love reading and reading all kinds of books. At that time, my dream was to be a writer and write many articles. But, Miss Li, do you know? All my hobbies and dreams come from your encouragement.

I remember very clearly that I wrote my composition for the first time in the second grade of primary school, and the topic was "My Dad". You revised my article, smiled and encouraged me to read aloud in front of the whole class, enjoying the attention of all the students. My weak and inferior heart was full of joy and pride at that moment. I can be so good.

Since then, I have developed a strong interest in composition. It is often your composition, and I will hand in two or three different compositions on the same topic. You showed great patience and concern for me. From cultivating my interest at first to improving my composition requirements step by step later, you have never perfunctory a process. Remember the book The Outside World that you showed me? Remember when you took me to the river to see the running water? Do you remember your tears because of my complacency? Miss Li, you have given me such great hope. How can I repay you?

It's really hard to imagine what I was like before the second grade of primary school. Mom and dad often say that I used to love to pick duck eggs home, maybe because I got too many marks! However, as your student, I remember many things clearly. My grades have improved and I can rank in the class. I always feel the teacher's caring eyes and dare not relax. I just feel full of hope and trust.

Later, I became a class cadre. But I can control others, but I can't control myself I can't sit still in class and like to talk to my classmates. After you found out my mistake, you stopped laughing, but instead of blaming me, you punished yourself. If you say that I violate discipline in class once in the future, you will punish yourself for writing 1000 words and give them to me for inspection. But dear Miss Li, I respect you very much. When I watched you pass me the word 1000 again and again, I finally couldn't help crying. Miss Li, this makes me feel worse than punishing myself! I'm sorry to upset you. But how happy I am when you smile and praise me to the whole class for observing discipline in class, not saying small words and not making small moves? From then on, I said to myself, I must take good care of myself and make my teacher happy.

Of course, the kindness to Teacher Li goes far beyond this. In my heart, there has always been one thing I didn't confess to the teacher. I regret it every time I think about it. At that time, the school carried out the activity of "learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds". Miss Li prepared a notebook and hung it on the classroom wall. Students who have done good deeds and contributed in the class will write them down in the notebook and praise them greatly. I don't want to fall behind. I'm trying to do it every day. Sometimes I come to the classroom with nails and hammers to repair tables and chairs, sometimes I help my classmates clean up, and sometimes I sneak into Miss Li's house to help the teacher clean up the room ... but one day, I suddenly found that a classmate in the class did one more good thing than me. Jealous and angry, I blurted out a lie to Miss Li. Miss Li hesitated, but she helped me write it down in the notebook and praised us both. Miss Li kept me after school, but she didn't mention anything that worried me. She just talked about consciousness and trust.

The next day, we learned the story of an honest boy-Washington. I don't know if Miss Li told me on purpose, but I'm afraid to see the teacher's smile. Since then, this matter has been buried in my heart and I dare not tell others. Every time I try to be dishonest again, there will be a sap calling. I just feel a voice saying, how can I do this again? Have I failed Miss Li's trust in me again?

Two years later, I transferred to another school because of my father's job transfer. In the new school, I still do well and get the love of my teacher, but I can't find that kind of affection anymore. It may also be that my attachment cannot be transferred once it is paid! Every time I encounter setbacks and problems, I will think of Miss Li. After the transfer Perch? Suppress swamps and beaches? What's the point? Poke a boat, make five strokes and twist, and suppress the swing? What happened to the rabbit? Hey? Gu Huangdeng stirred to death, Φ screen twisted 5 strokes to cover Ye Lei and smashed locusts. Vinegar climbs fresh, and you are loyal to the tomb. Vote v? Will pycnogenol escape from the bladder and force dental caries? Hospital v xinxinxian φ na cheng σ lang Huang Lu tuo consulting ai? Hey? What happened? Song litigation land office br>

Ten years later, I also stood on the podium, but I never had a chance to contact Miss Li again. Looking at the lovely big eyes and innocent smiling face under the podium, I seem to see myself in those days. Can I do my job well? Can I be as good as Miss Li?

September 10 is teachers' day. Miss Li, you should retire early! At that time, your children were older than me, and you said I was your full baby. When I didn't win the first place in a final exam, I cried sadly. You call me a man, and it's no use crying. I can do better! When I received the first prize in the composition contest from you, I shouted, and you told me with a smile that there was no end to learning, and the outside world was very big. ...

Thought of here, I tremble scene after scene, as if I sat back to the students and walked into the classroom again, and finished the composition "Unforgettable Teacher" with these children under my podium. Perhaps, my students, like me, are all taking a deep breath, "I finally didn't let the teacher down"!

So, I silently promised myself again: Don't worry, teacher, I will never let dozens of big eyes under the podium down!

Away from my hometown and my parents, with the sound of the Yellow River, I spent three wonderful years on the campus of Gansu Union University. You may not believe that three years ago, I was so taciturn and insecure. Why? Because of my language, because I come from Luomen, Wushan, Gansu. Because the dialect characteristics in this area are very different from the basic pronunciation of Putonghua, people who go out from here have a strong dialect and can't speak Putonghua well, and I am no exception. I envy those students from the city very much. They can speak standard Kan Kan Mandarin. Be able to speak Mandarin at meetings and talk to others in social situations. I look forward to being like them one day. Three years have passed, and now I have not only made great progress in my major, but also mastered a relatively pure and fluent Mandarin. Fluent in reading the text, presiding over the broadcasting work of the school radio station was well received. At present, it's not that I envy others, but that my classmates look at me with new eyes. I am like a growing sapling. Without the hard work of teachers, there would be no me today.

I remember that in the second semester of my freshman year, I was lucky enough to meet Mr Zhang Shumin. She is a national-level Putonghua phonetic tester, a famous professor of modern Chinese in our province and a winner of the provincial famous teacher award. He has presided over the Putonghua proficiency test in our province and the selection of broadcasters in radio and television systems for many times. In the first class, I was conquered by Miss Zhang's pure and fluent Mandarin, and was moved by her professionalism. For a student with basic pronunciation like me, teacher's guidance is the key. Under the influence of teacher Zhang's "appreciation education", I overcame my psychological obstacles, from not daring to speak, to daring to speak, and then to loving to speak, and experienced a difficult and tortuous psychological process of learning Mandarin. Because of my poor foundation, it is very difficult to teach, but Mr. Zhang takes pains, is not afraid of trouble and is gentle and amiable. There is no shelf for a big professor after class. Combining the differences between Wushan dialect and Putonghua, she began to train me from basic phonetic knowledge such as tongue position, lip shape and nasal sound. In just half a year, my Mandarin has made great progress, and Mr. Zhang's hard work and hard practice have finally paid off. In 2005, I got the first-class certificate of Putonghua proficiency test. Last year, in the recruitment of the school radio station, I passed the exam and stood out among more than 100 competitors, becoming the only Wushan-born school radio station announcer in the whole school. Teacher Zhang was very happy when he learned about it and gave me a copy of The Voice of Broadcasting. And told me to be indifferent when I was proud and calm when I was frustrated.

During my two years in the school radio station, I hosted the school news, hosted the school party, participated in the poetry reading contest, won the second prize, and won the title of excellent school announcer in 2006.

An ugly duckling who pronounces Mandarin, a Shanliwa whose accent is hard to change, stumbled all the way, and was able to make so many achievements in Mandarin pronunciation. During this period, the teacher's hard work and pay made me unforgettable. I am an ordinary member of countless students in the conference. When I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater, I want to say thank you to those teachers who have trained me, taught me, given me love and asked for nothing in return! (2007 graduate of Chinese Language and Literature Education, College of Literature, Gansu Union University/Lin Tao)

It was a summer, and I just entered junior high school.

I remember that on the first day of school, I enrolled in the middle school in the town. That day, I was both excited and scared. I am very excited that I finally became a middle school student, but I am afraid that I am so strange to everything there. Several classmates and I walked timidly to the back door of the new classroom and saw a tall, thin young teacher writing the name of the new classmate on the blackboard. Suddenly I found that my name suddenly became beautiful, so I couldn't help coming up. Probably heard footsteps! The teacher turned and smiled at us. What an attractive smile that is, it makes me feel that the teacher is particularly kind. It's like meeting a good friend Seeing that the teacher found out, we ran away at once, but the excitement lingered in our hearts for a long time. We talked enthusiastically about the teacher. "Will he be our head teacher?" Xiaohong said. I said, "It must be!" "He must have just graduated from school." Wang Fang said, "Yes! Otherwise, why are you still like a student ... "We kept talking, laughing and running, as if to release our excitement ... Suddenly, the tall and thin figure was branded in my mind, which is still fresh in my memory.

He is indeed our head teacher. Probably trying to make a good impression on this new teacher. I sat quietly in the classroom early and felt uneasy. The teacher walked in briskly! More than fifty pairs of eyes swept at him together. He seems a little shy. Anyway, I feel his face is a little red. But we couldn't care. We just stared at it like a wonderful picture, expecting … After a pause, he finally began to introduce himself. He said that his surname was Zhang, and he just graduated from Teachers College ... I don't remember what he said later, but I clearly remember that his childish face was very amiable, not as serious as other teachers, and he really seemed to be our classmate and friend. I still remember when my classmates asked him his age before he was too old. He said without hesitation, "I'm twenty-one, and I'm not far behind you." I would like to be friends with you ... "His standard Mandarin, his all-encompassing remarks, and his enthusiasm for dealing with people ... seemed to make flowers smell, willow branches sing and birds dance ... At that time, I firmly believed that Teacher Zhang must be a good teacher.

Soon, I knew his name, that he had just graduated from Zhejiang Normal University, and that he would come to teach in our small town as soon as he graduated. I also know that he lost his mother when he was three years old. He lived in his aunt's house, and with her help, he finished his college studies ... He always answered our "questions" one after another, while Kan Kan gushed. Teacher Zhang let us know the world and life. From his polite words, we know what is self-cultivation, kindness and generosity, and let us know what is dedication ... He gave us all the goodness in his heart and his beautiful heart. In class, the math problems he explained were like plates of delicious dishes, which made me taste the sweetness of acquiring knowledge. His words are like the cool summer wind blowing into our hearts, blowing away the heat and making me feel cool.

With teacher Zhang, we are like happy larks. We will secretly imitate the way teacher Zhang walks after class. Before class, we will silently count the number of times teacher Zhang's leather shoes landed ... In class, we are like eating a sumptuous set meal and scrambling to speak freely. Every student wants the teacher to call him. We all feel that listening to teacher Zhang's class is a kind of enjoyment. After class, we will fondly count his leaving steps. How many times have we been around him correcting homework? How many times I hope that Mr. Zhang Can will come to the evening self-study class; How many times have you deliberately walked a long way to call "Hello, Teacher Zhang"? All this doesn't mean that we children like the teacher and the way he talks about Kan Kan. I like his tall, thin and almost "slim" figure; I like his high spirits. ...

I am a class cadre, and I have more opportunities to contact Mr. Zhang. He seems to trust me very much, and he will let me do something in class with confidence. I always thought he was considerate and concerned about his students. He is always happy because of the students' happiness and sad because of the students' sadness. I remember once, Teacher Zhang asked me to organize a class meeting. Because it is the first time, I don't know how to do it, but I dare not say. At that time, I just nodded my head to show my willingness to do it, but I didn't dare to move. Teacher Zhang seemed to understand everything at first glance and said softly, "there is a first time to do anything!" The teacher believes you can do it! " Two short sentences aroused my self-confidence. Later, every time I do something, although I am not sure that I will do it well, I always confidently say to myself, "I will work hard and I can do it!" " "

Three years passed happily in an instant. I remember another summer, and we are about to graduate. At this time, I heard that Mr. Zhang had been vomiting for several months and his legs were sore ... Although we found that he was getting thinner and thinner, he was "happy" every day because Mr. Zhang still gave us lessons every day, regardless of what others said.

Finally, the graduation exam came. Teacher Zhang watched us take one exam after another. Every time I was told before the exam and encouraged after the exam, I will never forget it. After the exam, Mr. Zhang handed me a bunch of keys and seemed a little sad to say, "I'm leaving." You should study hard, pay attention to safety and go home by yourself! " "I looked at the teacher's back and felt a lot sad. I really hope I can still study under teacher Zhang's door and have fun with him all the time.

When I got home that day, I was at home looking forward to meeting Mr. Zhang and seeing him one day. But who would have expected that a farewell before graduation turned out to be a farewell between our teachers and students. When I expected our graduation, it was not Mr. Zhang who issued the graduation certificate. It is said that he is ill and in hospital, and lives in a big hospital in Shanghai. With documents in hand, our eyes blurred. Later, I wanted to visit Mr. Zhang several times, but because of the poor economic conditions and family conditions at that time, it was impossible for me to go to the hospital to visit the teacher. Helpless, I had to give up the idea.

Another summer, I was studying in other places, and suddenly a middle school classmate came to see me. He choked me up and asked me to see Mr. Zhang one last time and give him a ride. I heard the bad news like a bolt from the blue! It turned out that Mr. Zhang knew that he had uremia during his teaching. When we were about to graduate, in order not to affect us, he forced himself to be so happy and carefree ... what a great perseverance! I was shocked, I regretted, I was sad ... At that time, I had mixed feelings and was shocked by the greatness of Teacher Zhang. I regret why I didn't break through all obstacles to visit the teacher at that time. Maybe teacher Zhang won't walk so fast when he sees the students! I silently and sadly asked God: Why can't good people be safe?

We came to his house with regret, respect, memories and sadness, and what we saw was a worrying urn. We stood silently in front of teacher Zhang's portrait and bowed our heads. Tears kept falling like broken beads. ...

Although it has been more than ten years since that scene, it seems to have happened yesterday. Whenever I open the photo album, I always remember it quietly, and I cry silently in my heart ... several times in my dreams, I dreamed that Teacher Zhang didn't leave. Teacher Zhang has just gone to another school to teach. In my dream, I became his student again, so happy and full ... Yes, Teacher Zhang won't leave! Isn't it? He will live in my heart forever!