Writing a composition, urgent! ! ! ! ! quick

And for the first time, I tasted the emotion of being a teacher. Looking at the pairs of cute big eyes and innocent smiling faces under the podium, I seemed to see myself back then.

All the teachings the teachers gave me came to my mind at once. Thinking about my own ignorance, thinking about my naughtiness, and thinking about all the hardships I went through as a teacher for the first time, I felt grateful to the teachers. My dear teachers, can you hear my blessings to you?

I once studied an article "My Teacher" written by Wei Wei, and after reading it again, I felt even more emotional. I also have such a mentor, her surname is Li Mingquan. Teacher Li, now I have walked out of the mountains and entered the noisy city; Teacher Li, now I have also picked up the pointer and stepped onto the podium... Will you be happy for me?

For children in rural areas, childhood is full of boring landscapes, blue skies and endless dreams of flying. But it is slightly different for me because I met you, Teacher Li.

At that time, I was a child who loved writing and fantasy. I love reading and reading all kinds of books. My dream at that time was to become a writer and be able to write many articles. But, Teacher Li, do you know? These hobbies and dreams of mine all stem from your encouragement to me.

I remember very clearly that when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I wrote a composition for the first time, and the title was "My Dad". You revised my article, encouraged me with a smile, and let me read it aloud in front of the whole class, enjoying the attention of all my classmates. My timid and inferior heart was filled with joy and pride at that moment. It turns out I can be so good.

From then on, I became very interested in composition. Often it is the essay you assign, and I will hand in two or three essays with the same title with different contents. You were very patient and meticulous with me. From the initial cultivation of my interest to the subsequent step-by-step improvement of the requirements for my composition, you have never been perfunctory in the process. Do you still remember the book "The Outer World" you showed me? Remember when you took me to the river to watch the flowing water? Do you still remember that you shed tears because of my pride and complacency? Teacher Li, you have put so much hope into me, how can I repay you?

It’s really hard to imagine what I was like before I entered the second grade of elementary school. My parents often said that I used to like to pick duck eggs home, maybe it was because I scored too many zeros! However, I remember many things clearly after becoming your student. My grades have improved, and I am ranked high in the class. I feel the teacher's caring and loving eyes all the time, and I don't dare to relax at all. I just feel full of hope and trust.

Later, I became a class cadre. But he can manage others but not himself. He can't sit still in class and likes to talk to his classmates. After you discovered this problem of mine, you stopped smiling, but instead of blaming me, you wanted to punish yourself. You said that if I violate discipline once in class, you will punish yourself by writing 1,000 words and give it to me for review. But dear Teacher Li, I respect you so much. When I watched you hand me the 1,000 words you wrote again and again, one time I finally couldn't help crying. Teacher Li, this makes me feel more uncomfortable than you punishing myself! You are sad and so am I. But how happy I was when you smiled and praised me to the whole class for observing discipline in class and not making small talk or doing small tricks? From then on, I told myself that I would take good care of myself and make the teacher happy.

The nostalgia for Teacher Li certainly goes beyond that. Deep in my heart, I have always hidden something that I did not confess to the teacher. Every time I think about it, I regret it. At that time, the school carried out the activity of "Learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds". Teacher Li prepared a notebook and hung it on the wall of the classroom. Anyone in the class who did something good or made a contribution would write it down in their notebooks and praise them. I was not to be outdone, thinking of ways to do it every day. Sometimes I bring nails and hammers from home to the classroom to repair desks and chairs, sometimes I help my classmates clean, and sometimes I sneak to Teacher Li’s house to help her tidy up the room... But one day, I suddenly discovered that there was a classmate in the class who did more good things than good things. I had one more thing, and I was so jealous and angry that I blurted out a lie to Teacher Li and said something nonsense. Teacher Li hesitated for a moment, but still helped me write it down in the notebook and praised both of us at the same time.

Teacher Li stayed with me after school, but he didn't mention anything that made me worried. He just talked about self-consciousness and trust.

The next day we learned "The Honest Child-The Story of Washington". I don't know if Teacher Li told it to me on purpose. I was so scared and afraid to see the teacher's smile. . Since then, this matter has been buried in my heart and I dare not tell others. Whenever I try to be dishonest again, there will be a slap in the face, and I just feel a voice saying: How can I do this again? Didn’t I once again betray Teacher Li’s trust in me?

Two years later, I transferred to another school due to my father’s job transfer. At the new school, I still did well and was loved by the teachers, but I could no longer find that sense of family affection. It may also be that once my attachment is given, it cannot be transferred! Whenever I encounter setbacks or problems, I think of Teacher Li. After transferring to another school, he was transferred to another school. ? Gu Huangzhan stirs the fresh food to death Φ curtain 妦 twists 5 pens to cover the leaf thunder smashes the locust to wait for the sauce 蛛俪∩ ∩ Xi ? Vinegar crawls the fresh σ roundworm loyal to the tomb of Lai Mu ? Casts the V ? ?Yuan V I stood on the podium, but I never had the chance to contact Teacher Li again. Looking at the cute big eyes and innocent smiling faces under the podium, I felt like I could see myself doing well. Can I be as good as Teacher Li?

September 10th is Teacher’s Day. Teacher Li, you must have retired early! Your children were older than me. , you said that I was your man. When I didn’t get the first place in a final exam, I shed tears sadly. You said that I was a man and that I had no future if I shed tears. I could do better back then! When you took the certificate of the first prize in the composition competition, you shouted, and you smiled and said to me, there is no end to learning, and the world outside is huge...

Thinking about this, The scenes were shaking, as if I was once again a student, sitting in the classroom, completing the essay "Unforgettable Teacher" with the children under my podium. Perhaps, my students were also doing the same. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I finally didn't let the teacher down."

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

Away from my hometown and parents, accompanied by the roar of the Yellow River, I spent three wonderful years on the campus of Gansu United University. You may not believe it, but three years ago. I am so taciturn and have no confidence. Why? Because I come from Luomen, Wushan, Gansu. Because the dialect characteristics of this area are very different from the basic pronunciation of Mandarin, I walked out from here. Many people have strong dialects and cannot speak Mandarin well, and I am no exception. I envy those students from the city who can speak in standard Mandarin; can speak in Mandarin at conferences, and can also socialize. I hope to be like them one day. Now, three years have passed. Not only have I made great progress in my profession, but I have also mastered a relatively pure and fluent Mandarin. At the moment, I am not envious of others, but my classmates are impressed by me. I am like a growing sapling. Without the hard work of teachers, I would not be where I am today.

I remember that in the second semester of my freshman year, I was lucky enough to meet Teacher Zhang Shumin. She is a national Mandarin pronunciation tester, a famous modern Chinese professor in our province, and the winner of the provincial famous teacher award. She has hosted me many times. The provincial Mandarin proficiency test and the selection of announcers for the radio and television system. In the first class, I was conquered by Teacher Zhang’s pure and fluent Mandarin, and I was even more moved by her professionalism. For students like me who have basic pronunciation skills, teacher guidance is the key. Under the influence of Teacher Zhang's "appreciative education", I overcame my psychological barriers. From being afraid of opening my mouth, to daring to open my mouth, to loving my mouth, I went through a difficult and tortuous psychological process of learning Mandarin. Because my foundation was so poor, it was very difficult to teach, but Teacher Zhang worked tirelessly, was not afraid of trouble, and was gentle and approachable. In and out of class, I don’t have the airs of a great professor. She combined the differences between Wushan dialect and Mandarin and started training me on basic phonetic knowledge such as tongue position, lip shape, and front and back nasal sounds.

In just six months, my Mandarin has improved a lot. Teacher Zhang’s hard work and my own hard work have finally yielded results. In 2005, I passed the Mandarin Proficiency Test Level 1 B Certificate. Last year, during the recruitment of the school radio station, I stood out among more than a hundred competitors and became the only Wushan-born school radio announcer in the school. Teacher Zhang was very happy to learn about this and gave me a copy of "Broadcast Voice Pronunciation". He also told me to be calm when I am proud and calm when I am frustrated.

During the two years at the school radio station, I anchored the school news, hosted the school’s evening party, participated in the poetry recitation competition, and won the second prize. In 2006, I was awarded the title of the school’s outstanding announcer.

An ugly duckling in Mandarin pronunciation, a mountain kid with a hard-to-change local accent, staggering along, has been able to achieve so many achievements in Mandarin pronunciation. During this period, the teacher has put in hard work and hard work. The hard work is something I will never forget. I am one of the countless students of the United Nations General Assembly. When I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater, I want to say thank you to those who have trained me, taught me, and given me love. They only want to give without expecting anything in return. My mentor! (2007 graduate of the Chinese Language and Literature Education Major of the College of Liberal Arts of Gansu United University/Lin Tao)

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

I remember that on the first day of school, I went to the middle school in the town to register. That day, I was both excited and terrified. I was excited because I finally became a middle school student, but I was scared because I was so unfamiliar with everything there. Several classmates and I walked timidly to the back door of the new classroom and saw a tall and thin young teacher writing the names of the new students on the blackboard. Suddenly, I found that my name suddenly became beautiful, and I couldn't help walking up. You must have heard footsteps! The teacher turned back and smiled at us. That was such an attractive smile. It made me feel that the teacher was very kind. It was like meeting a good friend. Seeing that the teacher found out, we ran away immediately, but the excitement lingered in our hearts for a long time. We talked about this teacher to our heart's content. "Will he be our class teacher?" Xiaohong said. I said: "It must be!" "He must have just graduated from school." Wang Fang said, "Yes! Otherwise, why would he still be like a student..." We kept talking, laughing, and running , as if he wanted to release his excitement... In an instant, the tall and thin back was burned into my mind, and it is still fresh in my memory.

He is indeed our class teacher. Probably because I wanted to leave a good impression on the new teacher, I sat "quietly" in the classroom early, feeling uneasy. The teacher walked in briskly! More than fifty pairs of our eyes glanced at him. He seemed a bit "shy". Anyway, I felt his face turn a little red. But we couldn't care about this, we just stared at it as if we were seeing a wonderful scene, looking forward to it... He calmed down and finally began to introduce himself. He said his surname was Zhang and that he had just graduated from a normal college... I don’t remember what he said later, but I clearly remember that his childish face was very amiable and not as serious as other teachers. It really seemed like They are our classmates and our friends. I still remember that the classmates in my class asked him his age before he was older or younger. He actually said without hesitation: "I am twenty-one years old this year, about the same age as you. I would like to become friends with you..." His standard Mandarin, his unanswered remarks, his charisma The enthusiasm for treating others... seems to make the flowers smell fragrant, the willow branches shake out songs, and the birds dance... At that time, I firmly believed that Teacher Zhang must be a good teacher.

Soon, I learned his name, that he had just graduated from Zhejiang Normal University and came to our small town to teach as soon as he graduated, that he lost his mother when he was three years old, and that he He stayed at his aunt's house, and with his aunt's help, he finished college... He always answered our "questions" one after another and talked with great eloquence. Teacher Zhang helped us understand the world and life. From his polite words, we know what cultivation is, what kindness is, what generosity is, and we also know what dedication is... He gave us all the beauty in his heart and his beautiful heart. During class, the math problems he explained were like dishes of delicious dishes, which made me taste the sweetness of acquiring knowledge. His words were like the cool summer breeze blowing into our hearts, blowing away the heat and making me feel the slightest bit of coolness.

When we are with Teacher Zhang, we are like happy larks. We would secretly imitate Teacher Zhang’s walking style outside of class.

We would silently count the number of times Teacher Zhang's leather shoes hit the ground before class... In class, we were like tasting a sumptuous meal, scrambling to be the first to speak freely. Every student expects the teacher to call him. We all feel that listening to Teacher Zhang’s class is a pleasure. After class, we will count his leaving footsteps with nostalgia. How many times have we gathered around him to correct our homework; how many times have we hoped that Teacher Zhang would come to study late at night; how many times have we deliberately walked long distances just to be able to say "Hello, Teacher Zhang!" All of this does not reflect our group. The child likes this teacher and his eloquent demeanor; he likes his tall, thin and almost "slim" figure; he likes his air of ecstasy when he walks...

I am a class cadre , there are more opportunities to contact Teacher Zhang. He seems to trust me very much and will let me do it safely if there is something in the class. I always feel that he is very considerate and caring for students. He will always be happy when his students are happy and sad when his students are sad. I remember one time, Teacher Zhang asked me to organize a class meeting. Because it was my first time, I didn’t know how to start, but I didn’t dare to say it. At that time, I just nodded my head to express my willingness to do it, but I didn't dare to move. Teacher Zhang seemed to understand everything when he saw it, and gently comforted me: "There is a first time for everything! Teacher believes you can do it!" These two short sentences aroused my self-confidence. Later, every time I did something, although I was not sure that I would do it well, I always said to myself silently and confidently: "I have to work hard, I can do it!"

Three years have passed. It passed happily. I remember it was another summer and we were about to graduate. At this time, I heard that Teacher Zhang had been vomiting frequently for several months and his legs were sore... Although we found that he was getting thinner and thinner, but because of Teacher Zhang He still teaches us every day and is so "happy" every day, so he doesn't care what others say.

The graduation exam finally came. Teacher Zhang watched us take one exam after another. The instructions before each exam and the encouragement after the exam were unforgettable for me. After the exam was over, Teacher Zhang handed a bunch of keys to me and said with a bit of sadness: "I'm leaving. You should study hard in the future, pay attention to safety, and go back by yourself!" I looked at the teacher's back and thought in my heart With a lot of reluctance, I wish I could still study under Teacher Zhang and be able to spend quality time with Teacher Zhang.

After returning home that day, I was looking forward to seeing Teacher Zhang again one day, looking forward to meeting Teacher Zhang. But who could have imagined that the farewell before graduation would be an eternal farewell for our teachers and students. When I looked forward to our graduation, it was not Teacher Zhang who handed out the diploma. I heard that he was sick and hospitalized. He was living in a big hospital in Shanghai. We held the certificates in our hands and our vision was blurred. Later, I wanted to visit Teacher Zhang several times, but due to the poor economic conditions at the time and my family, it was impossible for me, who was still ignorant, to go to the hospital to visit Teacher Zhang. I had no choice but to give up the idea.

It was another summer day when I was studying abroad, and suddenly a middle school classmate came to visit me. He choked with sobs and asked me to come with him to see Teacher Zhang for the last time and give Teacher Zhang a ride. When I heard this bad news, it was like a bolt from the blue! It turned out that when Teacher Zhang was teaching us, he knew that he had uremia. Since we were about to graduate, in order not to affect us, he forced himself to become so happy and carefree... What a lot of perseverance it takes! I was shocked, I regretted, I was sad... I had mixed feelings at that time. I was shocked by the greatness of Teacher Zhang; I regretted why I didn't break through all obstacles to visit the teacher. Maybe Teacher Zhang won’t walk so fast when he sees the students! I sadly and silently asked the sky: Why can’t good people be safe?

We came to his home with regret, respect, memories and grief, and what we saw was a heart-wrenching urn. We stood silently in front of Teacher Zhang's portrait and lowered our heads, tears falling like broken beads...

Although more than ten years have passed, that scene seems to have happened yesterday. Whenever I open the photo album, I can't help but recall it quietly and cry silently in my heart... Several times in my dreams, I dreamed that Teacher Zhang had not left. Teacher Zhang just went to teach in another school. In the dream, I became his student again, so happy and fulfilled... Yes, Teacher Zhang will never leave! Isn't it? He will always live in my heart!