The teacher taught me to write composition 400.

1. The teacher taught me (400-word composition) and has been teaching me to write. In the process of growing up, the teacher gave us a lot. Among them, what impressed me the most was that the teacher taught me to write a composition.

At that time, I participated in the school speech contest and wrote a speech. In order to make the speech more perfect, Teacher Chu made several detailed revisions for me. Every afternoon after school, the teacher always leaves me behind, carefully checking the words and sentences word by word, even the subtle punctuation marks. In order to give me a deeper understanding of the article and better memory, the teacher will give me a detailed explanation until I understand it. Teachers in teachers' offices (China University Network, please keep this mark. After all, she corrected my composition patiently. In this way, day after day, daily cycle, although the teacher is tired, but still take pains to correct my composition. What moved me most was that I was doing my homework at home that night, but Mr. Chu rushed to my home regardless of the busy housework, and made further revisions for me, teaching me to write sentences in detail, not wordy, and to use words accurately and appropriately, so that concrete and true compositions would be excellent.

Teacher Chu, you not only gave me a way to write a composition, but also gave me great encouragement. I will always remember your teachings!

2. Write a 400-word composition on the topic "My teacher taught me ()". I remember when I was in the third grade, when picture books were particularly popular, one after another came out, such as Five Dragons, Doraemon and Poké mon ... I naturally got involved in the "reading tide" and looked at those exaggerated cartoons and funny words. Needless to say, two words. Adults are against us, but we are partial. So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. I changed my mind after an incident.

I was watching Wulongyuan that day when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm screwed! But the teacher actually said, "Isn't it beautiful? I have a book to lend you! " I paused and said, "Good." After school, the teacher handed me a book. "Take a good look." I read the book "How Steel was Tempered". I was puzzled for a moment, so I took it home and watched it.

I went home and looked at it, and I was immediately attracted. The hero Paul Chakokin's "steel" is so strong and unbreakable. I cried, laughed, laughed and felt sad with Paul ... When I closed the book, I couldn't help thinking of it, and I couldn't help whispering "steel". I also want to be steel. I took an oath.

In the later days, I broke up with vulgar and naive picture books. I fell in love with those weighty books. Reading a famous book is talking to the people in it. I read Robinson Crusoe, and Robinson told me to learn to be self-reliant. I read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Tom told me that only by exploring can I have a "treasure". You can't read books casually, and it's useless to read too many cartoons. I thank my teacher for teaching me to read.

3. Is there a composition about the teacher teaching me to write a composition? "Teachers"-engineers of the human soul, have cultivated one tender seedling after another, and cultivated a batch of outstanding talents. Under their careful care, we grew up healthy and lively. Among so many teachers, what impressed me the most was her-the math teacher who taught me for half a semester-Miss Chen.

Miss Chen is of medium height, with long black hair and bright eyes embedded in her white face, as if she could see the inner world of our classmates. However, what impressed me most was her good quality of loving life when she was a child.

I remember once, I had a high fever, reaching 39.5 degrees. It happened that my father was on a business trip and my mother was on duty, so I didn't go to school for leave. Teacher Chen came to visit me at home as soon as he knew. She held my hand and smiled and said to me, "Son, you have a fever, 39.5 degrees!" " ! What do you want to eat, the teacher will buy it for you ... "Although I had a high fever at that time, I was sober." Teacher Chen, you're here. "I said to Teacher Chen." Yes, son, the teacher is here. How are you feeling, son? "At this time, my eyes were wet ... The next day, I still didn't go to school, and Teacher Chen came to see me again. When she saw me holding a Chinese book, she said to me, "don't be too tired, son." When you recover, we will help you make up lessons. The most important thing for you now is to have a rest ... My heart is pounding: Miss Chen, you are loyal to housework every day, and now I am sick, and you have come to see me again ... Thinking of this, my eyes are full of tears ... under the careful care of Teacher Chen. After returning to school, I took the mid-term exam. Because I didn't attend class these days, I only got more than 70 points. At this time, Mr. Chen quickly comforted me: "Son, I don't blame you for not doing well in this exam. Come on, let me help you catch up on the lessons you left behind! "This problem ..." With the help of Teacher Chen, I finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. Teacher Chen wrote on the "message sheet": "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Congratulations on your excellent achievements, but your achievements can only represent the past, not the future. I wish you make persistent efforts and achieve better results! After reading this "message form", I want to say to Teacher Chen: "Teacher Chen, half of my 100 is yours, thank you! "

Now, I have come to Beijing. Although I left Miss Chen, I still want to say to her: "Miss Chen, you will always be my most respected and beloved person!" " " ? an = 0 & ampsi=3

I am proud to have such a good teacher as me, that is, my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind with excitement. In my anxious expectation, I finally waited until evening when Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I don't think she should be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao. So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, right or wrong, she is not much older than us. Why did you become an excellent teacher? But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she looks like her sister. If we have any worries, just ask her, and she will talk to you for a while, so that she won't be unhappy. Just like some students like to make mistakes, as long as they get into Jiao's hands, there is nothing, that is, what she gives them is crisp and brittle, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches." In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can't control it, but Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that thing was over! But I will also remember this little lesson and hope I won't make any mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a normal me. I want to say to my teacher: If I am a bird spreading its wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil. If I am close, I always want to talk to you, and I want to share my joy with you. Last year, our class was often influenced by sunshine. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent and we are unqualified, how can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? Therefore, I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher. Time flies. It has been six years, and I am about to enter junior high school, saying goodbye to the primary school where I have lived for six years. In the past six years, I have experienced many unusual things and called many friends. Besides, I also met a good teacher-Cai Ni. She is a relatively young teacher, in her early twenties. Although she looks ordinary, her own clothes are very neat and refreshing. Her lectures are vivid and easy to understand, and her teaching methods are unique, so her classmates like her very much. When I first met her, I didn't have a good impression of her, but in a composition class, I changed my mind about her. It was my first composition class in grade two, because I didn't go to preschool, and I didn't even know what composition was. After listening to the teacher's detailed explanation, I realized that composition is to turn beautiful sentences into paragraphs It is easy to say, but it is not so easy to do. I can't even make sentences at ordinary times, so it's even harder for me to write paragraphs. I am depressed and prone to tears. "ah! I really like it! " "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, I was awakened by my classmate's voice and looked up, ah! The teacher drew a big cock on the blackboard, which is lifelike and particularly beautiful. The teacher said, "Students, who can describe this big cock?" The students raised their hands very enthusiastically. Because I was too timid to speak, I couldn't help shrinking. "Huang, tell me!" The teacher pointed at me and said, I'm embarrassed to stand up and fiddle with my skirt. I waited a long time before I thought of a few words. Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, the teacher led the whole class to applaud me and said that I spoke very well. Later, the teacher wrote the words "My Rooster" on the blackboard, saying that this was the topic of today's composition. After the training of this class, I was deeply attracted by the composition. I will always remember the good intentions of Teacher Cai! When I was a child, I often fantasized about a carefree life, without studying or thinking. Gradually, I understand that people can't stand in society without knowledge, so we must use our brains to think, so we must go to school for further study. But I am particularly distressed. I heard that school is very tired. Thanks to my teacher, I like going to school now. On the first day of school, Ms. Meng came in, and there was hope in her sharp eyes. I picked up a not-so-gorgeous book and began to call the roll. Mom left soon, and I began to get along with my teachers and classmates. Teacher Meng is very strict with us, but he never punishes us. Whenever a classmate made a mistake, the teacher always reasoned with him and told him not to make the same mistake again. From teacher Meng's so-called mantra: "Don't yell at us again and again. Teacher Meng is very serious in class. She will explain all the problems we can't do carefully until we fully understand her, so in our class, basically everyone studies well. When Ms. Meng heard that her classmates couldn't do the questions, she was also very anxious, but when she learned that the average score of the final exam in our class was the first in the whole year, she also smiled, which was also the "fruit" that Ms. Meng carefully cultivated us. Ms Meng has a wide range of knowledge. If any one of us says "impossible", the students will nod their heads to show that they realize something. Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and we are about to say goodbye to Mr. Meng. We really hate to part. We must remember you, Mr. Meng! My teacher's surname is Han. He is short, but he was born with a cow temper.

5. The teacher taught me tolerance. A teacher not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me to have a tolerant heart. This teacher is our head teacher, Mr. Wang. The head teacher is a great beauty in our eyes, and her smile is so charming. I remember that once the teacher and classmates moved the table together, but there was a bottle of fountain pen on the table, which was not tightly covered. It may be because the teacher and classmates used too much force and got the pen water on the ground. It happened that the bottle of pen water spilled on the teacher's white clothes. At that time, I saw the teacher's expression seemed serious. The classmate knew that he had made a mistake and his expression became more serious. He is worried that the teacher will say that she ... the bell ... will ring soon. When I looked at the teacher's distant figure, I thought, "The teacher will severely punish that classmate." The head teacher rang again. When the head teacher came back, let's take a stand and go out to move desks and chairs collectively. At this time, the classmate walked up to the teacher with trepidation and said, "Teacher, I ... I didn't mean to." The teacher looked at the classmate, patted her on the shoulder and said, "The teacher knows you didn't mean it. At this time, the teacher said, "Come on, take the team away! There is nothing unusual on the teacher's face, and the smile is still so sweet. In grade one, we had four classes moving desks and chairs together, so we moved quickly. We slowed down when we saw that there were only a few desks and chairs left. I found the head teacher discussing this problem with several teachers! I heard a teacher ask the head teacher, "How did you get your clothes?" The head teacher first smiled and said, "I made this with a pen." How's it going? Look good! " Another teacher nearby said, "If you draw a picture with pen and ink, it will look like a flower." The head teacher smiled and said, "OK, I'll go back and try." Looking at the teacher in charge's easy answer, some students in our class asked the teacher why not blame her. The teacher said, "She didn't mean it. Besides, I made it myself. I told you to be tolerant of people. " I know this is because of my classmate's carelessness. I really admire the simple answer from the teacher! I have a beautiful and tolerant heart. I haven't seen anyone wearing that dress since. I guess that dress must have been put away by the teacher, but the dress and ink are deeply imprinted in my heart.

6. One thing I did with my teacher was to write that I can't do problems, and then the math teacher taught me that you and your teacher are hard gardeners. You have been taking good care of our delicate flowers and constantly watering and fertilizing us. I hope we will become beautiful flowers as soon as possible and add color to our home! "It's very kind of you, teacher!" Although I have only been with you for a short year, I will never forget your meticulous care for me in my study and life. Your usual kind words often echo in my ears. I remember that you gave me that beautiful composition book when you first became the head teacher of our class. Whenever I open the front page of the composition book and see the teacher's praise and encouragement comments, it is difficult for me to calm down. The third grade is when I just started writing. My writing level is not very good. You patiently educated me and said to me earnestly, "You just learned to write a composition. Don't lose heart if you don't write well Usually read more composition books, accumulate good words and sentences, and apply them to writing, and writing will be improved. After the teacher's weekly composition comments and guidance, my writing has improved obviously. Once, I accidentally caught a cold and had a fever. At this time, you and I immediately asked my classmates to accompany me to the infirmary to see a doctor. When I finally learned that it was caused by the common cold, my teacher showed a reassuring smile on her face. I will never forget your maternal love for me! Teacher, you are so kind! My time with you is always the best.

7. Write a 400-word composition on the topic "My teacher taught me ()". I remember when I was in the third grade, when picture books were particularly popular, one after another came out, such as Five Dragons, Doraemon and Poké mon ... I naturally got involved in the "reading tide" and looked at those exaggerated cartoons and funny words. Needless to say, two words. Adults are against us, but we are partial.

So we launched a protracted guerrilla war with the adults. I changed my mind after an incident. I was watching Wulongyuan that day when suddenly a pair of eyes appeared in front of me. I looked up, ah, teacher! I'm screwed! But the teacher actually said, "Isn't it beautiful? I have a book to lend you! " I paused and said, "Good."

After school, the teacher handed me a book. "Take a good look." I read the book "How Steel was Tempered". I was puzzled for a moment, so I took it home and watched it.

I went home and looked at it, and I was immediately attracted. The hero Paul Chakokin's "steel" is so strong and unbreakable.

I cried, laughed, laughed and felt sad with Paul ... When I closed the book, I couldn't help thinking of it, and I couldn't help whispering "steel". I also want to be steel. I took an oath.

In the later days, I broke up with vulgar and naive picture books. I fell in love with those weighty books. Reading a famous book is talking to the people in it. I read Robinson Crusoe, and Robinson told me to learn to be self-reliant. I read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Tom told me that only by exploring can I have a "treasure".

You can't read books casually, and it's useless to read too many cartoons. I thank my teacher for teaching me to read.

8. Teacher, I want to tell you that the composition is about 400 words (composition in the fifth grade of primary school). I am an introvert. Before you taught me, I was afraid to communicate with the teacher. I always feel that the teacher is terrible and dare not take the initiative to say hello to the teacher. But since you came to teach us, I am not as afraid of teachers as before, and my personality has become much more cheerful. When I see the teacher, I will take the initiative to say hello. Care for students in every possible way. Teachers are red candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. The teacher is a spring rain, caring and caring, moistening things silently. The teacher is a spring silkworm, spitting out silver silk to keep out the cold for others. The teacher is a bee, busy picking flowers to make honey and cultivating the next generation. Teachers are stairs, unknown, helping students climb the peak of knowledge. But I'm not talking about teachers today, but your teachers. Teacher: Have you ever noticed that whenever you turn around and write on the blackboard, the students behind you always talk and even leave their seats. Some pass notes (often Wang and Yin). Others even eat under your nose. For example, Li next to me once asked him, "When do you not eat in Chinese class?" He replied: "90% of Chinese classes have been eaten." Chalk career, the spring and autumn of the podium, embodies the persistent pursuit and deep love of many teachers. We often say that spring is beautiful and full of vitality; The sun is selfless; The sea is vast and magnificent. But who can tell me who is the person who combines the three in the world? Here I can proudly say: "She is our glorious people's teacher", because she is engaged in the most glorious profession in the world. Yes, in the sacred teaching world, the teacher's love is a rational sun, shining on the earth and warming the crowd; Teacher's love is an emotional river, watering the peaches and plums in the garden and nourishing the students; Love makes the world eternal and mankind eternal! In my understanding, the teacher's love is meticulous care; Is an unshirkable responsibility; It is the sublimation of maternal love; It is the blend and dedication of knowledge and emotion! Teacher: I hope you pay attention to every student in every class.

9. The teacher taught me a semi-propositional composition of about 400 words. The teacher taught me to be tolerant of a trivial sentence, a small detail, a small kindness, which may make people move for a lifetime.

I remember that shortly after I entered junior high school, my math test score was only 67. When I saw the score at the beginning of the word "6", I was shocked-how to complete the task of signing the test paper? The bright red score is looking at me coldly, and I seem to feel my father's heavy slap on me. I cried and threw that bad test paper aside, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. ...

Trembling feet walked towards the house like lead. Everything in front of me is as calm as usual. Mom and dad are eating at the table. When they saw me coming back, they asked, "You came back." "Well," I replied hastily and nervously. Run into his room.

I have been silently asking myself, how can I complete the task of signing the test paper? Sign it. No, I didn't do well in the exam Not signing a contract? No, the teacher must check in the afternoon ... Time passed by, I hesitated, looked at the clock on the wall, and then looked at my father who was watching TV on the sofa. What if I sign my father's autograph? ..... I dare not think. Finally, I walked out of the house with a little anxiety.

After entering the classroom, the teacher came soon and checked the math papers for the students one by one. I sat in my seat in fear and trembling, and carefully took out the test paper that my parents had not written. My heart pounded when I saw the teacher coming. Tantan Tantan teacher finally came to my side.

"Hui Mei, why don't you sign?" Because ... because there's nobody at home. I stammered back to the teacher. I know I lied, and I dare not look the teacher in the eye. But I can feel that the teacher knows that I am lying, so I can only wait for the teacher's criticism in panic; Suddenly, the teacher said, "I believe you …" When I looked up, I saw the teacher's trusting and inspiring eyes. My heart finally calmed down, and I thought sweetly: Teacher, thank you for tolerating my timidity and maintaining a classmate's self-esteem in front of the whole class.

After the exam, the teacher walked up to the podium in high spirits and said, "Students, it doesn't matter whether some people do well or not in this exam. Good grades make you more confident; Poor grades can still spur your progress. The signature only hopes that parents can understand their children's learning situation and better coach their children. Signature is not for parents to reprimand and beat their children. You should understand this. " Finally, she paused and said, "So, I believe that any self-motivated classmate! No matter whether the results are good or bad, I believe they will face the results honestly and continue to work hard! "

After listening to the last sentence, I was full of strength. Yes, I can't face bad grades. It is shameful to escape because of poor grades. When I looked up and smiled at the teacher again, I thought, I'm going back to register and admit my mistake to the teacher. When I looked up at the teacher, I found that the teacher was smiling at me and felt no blame.

It's been a while, but the impression in my mind is getting deeper and deeper. The teacher taught me to treat others equally with an inclusive heart, which made me understand what love is, which is more profound than any preaching.

10. The composition that the teacher taught me to study 400 soon, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus, the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter the new school with reluctant affection and start a new study life.

Soon, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus, the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter the new school with reluctant affection and start a new study life. In my six years of primary school life, I will never forget my teacher's careful teaching, and my experience of teaching me to write will always be engraved in my heart! I remember that time, I usually couldn't write a good composition. I only got 25 points in this exam composition, and deducted 10. I am very unhappy.

I think: I should get more than 80 points in my usual exam results, that is, my composition is not well written, so I only got 70 points every time. How much I want to improve my writing, but I can't. I don't know what to do! I still remember that when I was frustrated, it was the teacher who gave me help.

The teacher said to me gently, "Loneliness, do you want to improve your writing?" You know, you just can't write well, so your exam results never improve! "I nodded." Then, the teacher will teach you to write, but you must do as I say! "I listen, dancing with excitement! On the first day when my teacher taught me to do my homework, at the end of school, my teacher quietly said to me, "Loneliness, the teacher wants you to write a composition today, the topic is' Love is around'. Write carefully when you get home and show it to the teacher for review tomorrow! "I nodded and made up my mind to write the composition well.

When I got home, I finished my homework and immediately began to write my composition. I wrote my composition for a long time, and it took me a whole hour to finish it.

I think this composition should be good! The next day, I handed my composition to the teacher for review. After reading the composition, the teacher said to me, "Loneliness, your composition is well chosen, but the sentences are not beautiful enough, too vulgar, and some places are too cumbersome, not concise enough and not clear enough."

You need to improve these places in the future! "Say that finish, the teacher helped me revise my composition again and gave me a composition book, so that I could look at other people's compositions and get inspiration from them. Looking at the numerous revised symbols on the composition, my heart feels warm! In the days to come, the teacher often gives me compositions, helps me to revise my compositions, and encourages me to write hard.

At the same time, I often regard it as a document, accumulate some good words and sentences from others and apply them to my own practice. Now, my writing level has been greatly improved, which is attributed to the careful teaching of the teacher! Teacher, thank you for teaching me to write! Your careful teaching to me will be engraved in my heart forever! Your majestic image will remain in my heart forever.