Urgently need an essay about writing about my teacher, 450 words or more. (Do not write so much praise of the teacher, a few more examples)

My teacher silently cultivated dozens of years in the educational position, she dedicated her life selflessly to the cause of education, dedicated to his students ...... she, is great.

Remember that is a year ago in the summer, we are waiting for the teacher to class, suddenly, a thunderbolt outside the window to break the summer silence, moment, lightning, thunder, wind, such as the black pot of the sky is more and more pressure, as if it is about to fall, and a loud noise, "black pot" was broken, torrential rains such as waterfalls pouring down. Rain like a bullet shot to the earth ...... look at this rainstorm like the weather, everyone said: "the teacher certainly will not come." So we all hung our heads and picked up our books to study by ourselves. Not long after, the teacher came in the rain, and at once, the classroom remembered the thunderous applause." Classmates sorry, I'm late today, you can forgive me," looking at the teacher's wet hair, the rain-soaked clothes, excitement, love ...... a brain surged into my heart. The teacher took out her textbook and gave us a lecture. Her dear face smiled; that kind voice like a mother to give us warmth ...... rain outside the window, but the classroom is full of warmth ...... four or five years, the teacher a few years as one day, never give us half a lesson. This is our teacher, a dedicated to the work of the teacher, a great cut and ordinary teacher!

The teacher not only loves his work, the students are also very considerate, as their own children like love ......

The final exams, due to excessive tension, I made the old problem - the wind. At this time, the teacher has just finished correcting a thick stack of homework, see the situation, she did not care about the tired body of the day, resolutely with the exhausted body to carry more than 30 pounds of my weight straight to the medical . On the way, I crouched on my teacher's broad shoulders and felt the warmth echoing in my heart. At that time, it was a scorching hot summer, the sky was so hot that there was not even a breeze, and the asphalt road was almost melting in the sun....... Teacher was tired and carrying such a heavy weight on her back, in addition to the scorching sun, she could not bear it! Beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead. The teacher suddenly stopped, "Xiaowei, hold on a little longer, we're almost there." The teacher asked with concern, and from her tone of voice, I could feel that she was trying her best to suppress her rapid breathing. I bit my lower lip tightly, held back my tears, and nodded my head. Teacher again back to pick me up, take a difficult step, in the hot sun, step by step forward ...... see this scene, I can no longer hold back, tears such as broken threads of beads flowed down ...... I really ruthless self, ruthless self why sick; why let the teacher so hard; why Let the teacher so hard; why ...... hot sun ah! You hide a hide, do not let our teachers sweat again; wind ah! You blow a blow, blow away the teacher's fatigue, do not let her tired ...... This is our teacher, a love students like children's teachers. A great cut and ordinary teacher!

Ah! This is our teacher, she selflessly devoted her life. He is ordinary, but not ordinary, I love my teacher, but I love her more in the ordinary show great!

My teacher

My teacher, long and tall, does not look very fat or very thin, just right, he wore a pair of glasses on his face, looks about thirty years old, he is a serious and amiable good teacher, that is my tutor "Zheng Boqi".

The teacher spoke very clearly, usually teach very seriously, must be the whole class will teach the next unit, when we are very bored, he will say some interesting things, jokes, let us have fun, but sometimes, because we exams are not good, the teacher will be very angry punishment, but I know the teacher punished us in order for us to be good, he wants us to remember, and the next time we take the exam, we teach us to remember, and the next time we take the exam, we will be very happy, and the next time we take the exam, we will be happy. The next time we take a test, we will think of the last time the teacher's punishment for us, the church to read with great effort to test better.

The teacher will chat with us if he has time, and when he doesn't, he will ask us to go to the playground to play by ourselves. When the teacher is teaching, he will not only angle us inside the textbook, but also tell us some common sense in life, so that we can become richer in knowledge.

The teacher cares about us and loves us, when we do something wrong, he will forgive us once and tell us that if we make a mistake next time, we will be punished, the teacher very much hopes that we can be a good student and a useful person, and we will not let the teacher down.

Thanks to the teacher

People usually compare the childish children to seedlings, flowers, small trees, etc., and cultivate these seedlings, flowers, small trees of the teacher to the hard-working gardener, with wisdom, love and sweat to water, cultivate, take care of the garden of each seedling, so that they flourish, beautiful flowers, thriving.

The ancient Chinese saying: "teachers as parents", which fully embodies the Chinese people "respect teachers and love teachers" traditional virtues, but also reflects the teacher's "love of students as children" noble! Teacher ethics. People compare the teacher as a "mother", mainly for those who have a ""childlike mother love"" female teachers to give the most intimate, the most sincere, the most touching honorary title.

"Love is a ray of golden sunshine." China's modern literary scholar Lu Xun said, "Education is rooted in love." A teacher's love for his or her students is manifested in unreservedly giving his or her energy, enthusiasm, talent and knowledge so that the students can be better educated and achieve the best results intellectually, spiritually and morally. Teachers should be called educators, and educators are also known as human soul engineers. People praise teachers like the spring silkworm "spit out the heart of ten thousand strands of silk, dedication to the life of infinite love, silent and unnoticed nothing, weaving the embroidery warmth of the world". "Spring silkworms" is the majority of teachers feel immense honor in the title. Silkworms ice clean, noble temperament; spring silkworms eat a few stems of green leaves, spit a piece of embroidery; spring silkworms endless life, spit more than ...... spring silkworms these excellent qualities, only the glorious people's teachers are worthy of such a title.

People compare the teacher as "spring rain", the students as "spring seedlings", spring seedlings need to spring rain to watering. Our teachers are like that continuous spring rain, with the love of broadcasting to moisturize the hearts of students, with a wealth of knowledge to open the student's wisdom, with the excellent personality to cultivate the student's character, with selfless dedication to the cultivation of the student's mind. The majority of teachers willing to melt the spring rain embellish the noble sentiments of the buds, for the "spring rain" to become an infinite glory.

Now people compare teachers to the "ladder" - "those who make self-sacrifice for the success of others, and selfless dedication", people call teachers as People call teachers "human ladder", officially because the honorable people's teachers have such excellent quality and spirit. The majority of the people's teachers hard to plow in the garden of education, they do not seek fame, do not seek profit, do not seek reward, teach in obscurity, dedicated to cultivate talent. And those who went to college, to success, fame and fortune of the students, are not stepping on the shoulders of the teacher, the teacher as a ladder to climb up to reach the peak of life. Although they live a hard life, but the love of the future of the motherland, the heart associated with the heart of the students; although a candle flame, but burned themselves out, illuminating others. It is with the love and cultivation of these obscure teachers for these students that millions of talents in different positions shine today. It is also with the work of these hard-working gardeners, so that now many successful people in the correct guidance and their own efforts have today's brilliant achievements, behind these successful people, in addition to thanking parents and friends, should not be grateful for the hard work of cultivating the education of the discovery and encouragement of our teachers?

"Falling red is not a merciless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers. This is the love of the giver who sacrifices himself to bring hope."

The beloved teacher, the flow of time and space to me and the distance between you more and more big, but you miss the new but will never change! As the spring breeze breeze over the flowers bloom! As the sun shines on the fruitful! Your guidance has given me the wings of idealism since I was a child. No matter what tomorrow will be. I still say from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you." You are like a flat boat, carrying me to the sea of knowledge!

My favorite teacher, September 10 is our country's Teacher's Day, I over from ancient times to the present day there is the traditional virtue of respect for teachers. Here I offer my most sincere instructions - I wish you always healthy and happy! I wish you all the best in your endeavors and I wish you all the best in your endeavors! I also want to say: "Teacher you hard work, I wish you a happy holiday."

You warmed every student's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts were pulled by you to stir, even your back also cohesion hot gaze ......

You are not an actor, but attracted our hungry eyes; you are not a singer, but let the knowledge of the spring tinkling, singing a charming song; You are not a sculptor, but shaping the souls of a number of young people ...... teacher, how can I forget you!

Carved on the board of the name may not be immortal, carved in stone on the name may not be immortal; teacher, your name is carved in our hearts, which is truly eternal.

Your thoughts and words are poetic, philosophical and magical, and in my mind, they have stirred up many wonderful ripples!

You respected sincerity and honesty, as a guideline for people in the world. You were a role model for us students.

I worship great men and famous people, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person -

My teacher you.

You were strict with us and modeled your actions. Your exhortations, requests, and even orders, once put forward, we must do, and yet always make us happy and consciously act. This is the image that you have left in my heart.

In my mind, you are the strictest father, but also the most kind mother; you are an unsung hero, but also a famous teacher.

Your voice and smile, when flashing in front of my eyes; you are the character personality, always treasured in the depths of my memory.

Ah, the teacher--

Engineer of the soul of mankind, only this glorious name, has a rich as the sea, the blue sky as deep as the connotation!

The teacher, this glorious name, will be like a brilliant star, forever high in our breasts.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you a teacher from the bottom of my heart! In front of this sacred and noble word, I will always be a student in need of enlightenment!

In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing in the vast sea, at all times for us to guide the voyage forward!

Burning yourself without stint, giving out all the heat, all the light, all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired!

Some people say, the teacher's grace is like a mountain, because the mountain is lofty, so that people respect. I would also like to say that the teacher's grace is like the sea, because the sea is vast, immeasurable.

You in the minds of the students, is the "true seed, good messenger, the banner of beauty.

You are the fire in the winter, the shade in the heat, the stepping stone in the turbulence, and the beacon in the sea of fog. --

The teacher, you teach by example, educate people, willing to be a ladder, unforgettable!

Or

Praise the gardener

Teacher, everyone says that you cultivate the pillars of the motherland; I have to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who supports the backbone of our generation!

You are like a red candle, giving all your heat and light for the future generations! Your character and spirit, can be used in two words is - burning! Burning without stopping!

Your lectures are so rich and colorful that each chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a splendid new world ......

Ah, with you, the garden is this colorful, the earth is full of spring! Teacher, push open the window and see, this garden full of spring color, this garden full of peaches and plums, are saluting you!

If there is no nourishment of your thoughts, how can you bloom so many beautiful flowers of the soul? Ah, teacher, the engineer of the human soul, there is no one who will not praise you!

Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of hope and happiness!

Teacher, you are the cultivator of beauty, the sower of beauty. It is you with the beauty of the sunshine, with the beauty of the dew moisturizing, our heart field green grass, flowers!

You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, and you are silently draping the green shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always in my heart!

You are like the root of a silent tree, making the tree grow, and making the branches full of fruit, but not asking for any reward.

You gave us a ruler of life, so that we ourselves every day to measure; you gave us an exemplary behavior of the mirror, so that we everywhere have to learn from the example.

You are the bridge that connects us to the cut-off mountains and leads us to the peak of the harvest; you are the green vine, tough and slender, guiding us to the ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff.

When a seedling needs a cup of water, never send a bucket of water; and when a bucket of water is needed, never give a cup of water. To give at the right time, in the right amount, is the skill of a good gardener. And that, my teacher, is precisely your art of education.

Not counting the hard work of an ink stone cold, peach ripe flow Dan, plum ripe skill disabled, planting flowers easy tree people difficult. The valley flying fragrance is not ordinary, poetry on earth, painting on earth, the talents of the people smile open face.

Teacher, you use the most noble feelings of mankind - love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing power ......

Sowing seeds with words, plowing with colorful pencils, watering with sweat, nourishing with heart and soul, this is our beloved teacher! sublime labor.

You work in the present day, but building the motherland's tomorrow; you teach in the classroom, achievements but in the four corners of the motherland.

Teachers, if you compare you to a clam, then the students are the grains of sand in the clam; you love to lick it, grind it, dip it, wash it ...... over the years, the grains of sand will become a pearl, glittering.

Your career as a teacher, there are countless proud and happy memories, but you treasured them in the bottom of your heart, but just watching a garden to be opened up.

If I were a poet, I would write a poem with passion to praise the vastness and depth of the sea. And I would dedicate it to you, my teacher, who has a big heart and deep knowledge.

The teacher is the spark that ignites the fire of the student's mind; the teacher is the stone level that bears the student's step-by-step upward climb.

You are like a candle, although weak, but there is a point of heat, a point of light, illuminating others, exhausted themselves. This selfless dedication will never be forgotten.

Your language of lectures, pleasant as the tinkling of the mountain springs, kindly like a babbling brook, as exciting as a rushing river ......

The silkworms have not said anything in their lives to boast of, and that spit out of the silver wire is the measure of the value of life ruler. Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peach and plum, is the highest evaluation of you.

Your love, the general warmth of the sun, the general warmth of the spring breeze, the general sweetness of the spring. Your love, more severe than the father's love, more delicate than the mother's love, more pure than friendship. You - the teacher's love, the world's greatest, the highest clean.

The firefly's valuable, in that hung in the back of the lamp, specializing in lighting others; your respectable, is always to provide convenience to others.

Who spreads the rain on the earth? Who is the seedling hard to nurture? It is you, the teacher, you are a great gardener! Look at the flowers blooming all over the place, which one does not have your blood on it, which one does not have your smile on it!

Or

My teacher

I am proud to have such a good teacher, she is my homeroom teacher Ms. Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our homeroom teacher was an excellent teacher, Ms. Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.

In my anxious expectation, finally waited until the evening, Ms. Jiao appeared in front of us, first of all, my heart thought she should not be our future class teacher Ms. Jiao it! She was so young. Just when I was thinking about this she couldn't help but introduce herself to us, strange right and wrong she is not much older than us? Why did she become an excellent teacher?

But in the days to come I got to know her a little better. Ms. Jiao's handwriting was great, but she was our English teacher. She was very strict in the classroom, but outside the classroom she was not strict, I remembered that she used to chat with us often \ talk heart, really she seems to be like their own sister, such as stay we have something in mind, as long as to look for her, she will talk to you for a while, there will be no unhappy things! As if some students like to make mistakes, but also as long as the hands of Ms. Jiao will not have anything, that is, she gave the solution to the feeling of dry and crisp, such as "the big things into a small, small things into a ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." The same thing.

In fact, I am also a sometimes like to make small mistakes, but sometimes can be controlled, sometimes I can not control, but Ms. Jiao also never criticized me, just find me to chat for a while, that one thing even!

But I will also remember this small lesson from this time, I hope not to make small mistakes in the future, it is best not to make from now on, do a rule of me.

And I would like to say to Mr. Jiao: If I am a bird flying on the wing, then you are the wind that drums up my wings, if I am a new leaf just sprouted, then you are the root that is buried deep in the earth.

The heartfelt words always want to talk to you, full of joy also want to share with you, Mr. Jiao with respect and love, let me again with the most affectionate call you a "teacher Jiao" okay?

Last year our class was often praised, hygiene is always first, but we also have an excellent class teacher ah! So what also do excellent up, if only the teacher is excellent and we are not qualified, then how can we admire such a good teacher? So I hope the whole class to cheer up, so that our class in the teacher's lead to a higher level it!

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My Most Respected Teacher

One of the teachers I respect most is my homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang. She is as strict as a mother and loves us.

Teacher Zhang has long hair, she is kind-hearted and amiable. Once, I wrote crooked words that were very hard to read. Teacher Zhang kept me and let me rewrite it. Only after I had written my words neatly and regularly did Ms. Zhang let me go home. I hated Mr. Zhang at that time and thought: "It's just a few words, isn't it? It's just a few words, isn't it the same if they are good or bad? Why do you have to write over and over and over again to make the words standardized, what a waste of time. Back home, I told my mom the reason why I was left, my mom said to me: "The word is the face, from the writing can be seen on a person's character. Teacher Zhang strict requirements are right, is responsible for you, you write a handful of good words is their own, no one can steal." After listening to my mom's words, I understood Mr. Zhang's intention, which made me respect Mr. Zhang even more. Since then, I was like a first-grade student, insisted on practicing my handwriting every day, and no matter what kind of homework I wrote, I insisted on writing my characters neatly and in a standardized way. After a period of time, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by my teachers many times. This is the result of Mr. Zhang's strict requirements!

Teacher Zhang is strict with us in our studies and cares about us in our lives. There are 46 students in our class, Ms. Zhang in order to make the students fully engaged in learning, she used the rest of the time to visit each family, to each child's family situation are well known, in order to give us timely care. Ms. Zhang is also a good judge of character! Whenever a classmate is sick, she always takes the initiative to ask him/her how he/she is doing and whether he/she has taken any medication. If his/her condition is serious, she will personally take him/her to the doctor, so that his/her illness can be treated in time. Once I was playing, accidentally cut my hand, the teacher knew, then rushed to take me to the school health room for treatment. The blood stopped and a band-aid was put on it. I was especially excited at that time, and I was really proud to have such a demanding and caring teacher.

This is one of the teachers I respect the most--Mr. Zhang.

My teacher

My teacher is very busy, very busy, you look at her, there may be a few beads of sweat rolled down from her head.

On one occasion, she went to another school to listen to a lesson, and it just so happened that all the classroom teachers were going. But after listening to the lesson, other teachers went shopping, and Ms. Xu (my teacher) but regardless of everything, rushed back, when she appeared in the class at once, the whole class was surprised by her appearance, at once, the class was in chaos: some in the discussion, some cheering, and some uproar! Suddenly, a student stood up and said to the teacher: "Mr. Xu, other teachers have gone shopping, why do you want to come back?" Teacher Xu smiled and said to the student: "I'm in a hurry to come back to give my father a paper!" After that, she handed out the papers to each student and began to talk about them seriously. At this time, I found the teacher's ears have a bead of sweat, all of a sudden slipped down ......

This is our homeroom teacher Xu teacher, this is a good teacher what a sense of responsibility ah!