The number of words in the narrative essay praising the teacher is about 800

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Teacher, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, repeat 100 times, just 800

Teacher, you warm the hearts of every student with fire-like emotions, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with hot gaze ......

You are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but you let the fountain of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul ...... of young peopleTeacher, how could I forget you!

The name engraved on the wooden board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved on our hearts, and this is truly eternal.

Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry, they are philosophical, and they seem so magical, how many wonderful ripples they have stirred up in my mind!

You believe in honesty and honesty as the norm of how people conduct themselves. You are a role model for our students. I adore great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary man, my teacher.

You are strict with us and follow an example of your actions. Your exhortations, demands, and even orders, as soon as they are made, require us to do them, but they always make us feel convinced and act consciously. This is the tall image you left in my heart.

In my mind, you are the strictest father and the most kind mother; You are an unsung hero and a famous teacher. Your voice and smile always flash in front of my eyes; You are a character of character that will forever be cherished in the depths of my memory.

Ah, teacher, engineer of the human soul, only this glorious name has a connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue sky!

Send you a bright moon and let it take you out of sadness, send you a bright moon and let it take you away from confusion.

Inscription. Do you remember that when I first entered the threshold of junior high school, I had always been eager to enter the Yiling campus, so I continued to absorb knowledge, kept working hard, and my grades finally appeared.

But ......The midterm exams in the third year of junior high school shattered my dreams.

That day, I sat quietly by the window, the wind outside the window mocking my failures, and the rain was pouring down.

I held the incredible report card in my hand, and the depression in my heart finally hit like a flood, and tears burst into the embankment and flowed wantonly.

At this time, I seemed to feel that Yiling was so far away, as if it was a luxury that I could no longer afford to pay. I was still sitting by the window of the classroom, silently counting the sadness in my heart.

Suddenly, a big warm hand brushed my sideburns, I turned my head and stared, oh! It's the head teacher.

The teacher walked in and looked at me with a concerned face: "What? I'm still thinking about my grades! ”

With tears in my eyes, I whimpered, "Hmm. ”

Go, come with me! The teacher said.

As I approached the window, she pointed to the leaves and branches swaying in the wind and rain outside the window and said, "Look, those leaves." ”

What a leaf that is! The branches had long since been broken, and only a few branches were connected to the main trunk, but in the fierce wind it could not be shaken, and it did not leave the main trunk and fell into the flower beds despite the wind and rain. I was amazed and deeply moved.

See? This remnant of the branches and leaves still refuses to give up hope for life in the face of death, it still refuses to give up in the face of catastrophe, and still struggles for its own survival; And you are going through your predicament, what choice will you make? The teacher smiled and walked away silently.

I stood in front of the window, and the night was getting darker, the rain stopped, and the wind stopped. The teacher's words and the trees in front of me were like a clear moonlight washing me, so bright and clean.

When I sat down at the table again, I smiled, so I will continue to fight with the teacher's persuasion, and I will continue to fight ......

I write my future with the bright moon that my teacher gave me at the beginning. Because I believe ......

I believe that my future will be like a path accompanied by a bright moon, and it will always be bright and continue to ......

The above is mine, hopefully, I hope it can help you!

Teacher-student relationship. Before, I was scared to go into the teacher's office. Because when I heard someone call me, "The teacher asked you to come to the office", I always thought that I had done something wrong and was going to be criticized by the teacher.

That morning, Mr. Zhang asked me to go to the English office. I didn't know what I had done wrong, my heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and I entered the teacher's office with my head down, standing in front of Mr. Zhang's desk with my head down, waiting anxiously.

At this time, Teacher Zhang's gentle words mixed with stern words came to his ears: "Jiao Linlin, what's wrong with you lately?" How did this little English exercise come so badly? Let's take a look at the roll first. ”

I glanced at the practice paper and was surprised - 66 points! I've never been this bad! I was even more nervous, my mind was confused, my face was flushed, and I didn't know what to say.

You see, many students in the class have improved a lot, and even Sun Mingjie has changed ......And you have regressed, what is the reason for this? ”

I blushed and couldn't say a word. The teacher calmly continued to enlighten me and talked to me a lot. I finally calmed down and walked out of the office feeling relieved.

I made up my mind that I would never let my teacher down again. So, I listened attentively in class, thought positively, spoke boldly, and did my homework carefully. "Hard work pays off".

Finally, I scored 100 points in the next independent exercise. I was so happy, my face was full of happiness.

Mr. Zhang is even happier for me. Every bit of my progress is seen by the teacher and enjoyed in his heart. Teacher Zhang is like a strict father and mother, encouraging me when I am improving, helping me when I am regressing, paying attention to me during class, reminding me when I am homework, and hinting at me with her eyes when answering questions.

It was Mr. Zhang who taught me to develop a good habit of loving learning and studying diligently.

Now, I often go into the teacher's office to ask questions, listen to the teachings, and feel the teacher's kindness. I love my teachers! This strong teacher-student relationship will always be engraved in my heart!

The spring flowers have bloomed, teacher, I miss you, your grace is like a gentle drizzle, moistening my heart.

The cicadas in summer are calling, teacher, I miss you, your teachings are like a cool wind, blowing ...... my earsThe autumn fruit is ripe, teacher, I miss you, I see your kind face with a smile on it.

The snow is drifting in winter, and I miss you, a pine-like figure towers over the earth.

Through the joys and sorrows of life, teacher I miss you, through the four seasons of the cycle, teacher teacher I miss you, I miss you, you are my best memory ......