An essay assigned by the teacher! It s going to be handed over tomorrow! 40

See and hear by car. On a Saturday afternoon, I was going to take the car to my grandmother's house.

As soon as I got into the car, a pungent smell of smoke came to my face. There were a lot of people in the car, and the air was not good, so I had to stand. It's the first time I've been in a car like this.

"When the car got to the first stop, an uncle got out of the car, and I ran over and got into this seat.

After a while, the car arrived at the next stop. At this time, an old grandfather staggered into the car. This old man's face was wrinkled, he was neither tall nor short, and he looked very kind.

This little friend, can you give this seat to grandpa? At this time, the flight attendant's aunt said to the little boy who was sitting next to me, about my age. But the little boy's mother said at this time: "Son, don't let me, this is the seat that my mother bought for you." ”

How do you teach children like that? ”

You see that this man is not educated, and his son must be uneducated. ”

This can't even help others, can you still be a mother? ”

At this time, the people around me began to talk about each other. Hearing the discussions of the people around me, I thought: Actually, this aunt can't be blamed for this matter, the little brother is also at fault, if he insists on giving up his seat, his mother can't do anything.

Thinking of this, my face suddenly swollen red, I frowned, and I thought: I am a Young Pioneer, but what have I done? Let's, don't let, let's, don't let ......I'm very conflicted, if I let it, I have to stand, if I don't let me, I'm too sorry for the title of Young Pioneer.

Thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and stood up all at once.

Grandpa, this seat is for you. ”

Good boy, you're such a good boy! The old man said to me very politely.

What kind of child is this, it's really loving. ”

Yes, his character is really noble. ”

No, we adults should learn from him. ”

The people around him began to talk again. When I heard these words, my heart was sweeter than honey. At this time, the aunt who didn't let the child give up her seat just now said:

I ......I was wrong. Hearing the aunt admit her mistake, the atmosphere of harmony returned to the trunk, and it was full of laughter.

Through this incident, I learned that if people have no love, the world will have no laughter; If there is no love, there will be no interaction between people; If there is no love, right and wrong will be reversed; Without love, the candle of life will pass away. Look at yourself in the mirror of love and see who is talking about here?

I've been through countless things since I was a kid. Happy, sad, angry ......Over time, I gradually forgot about these things. There is only one thing that sticks to me to this day.

It was a sunny afternoon, and after the first class, my friends and I flew out of the classroom like birds out of a cage. On the playground, we played a game of hide and seek. I volunteered to be the captor, and my friends blindfolded me with red scarves.

Suddenly, it was pitch black in front of me, and I could only scratch around, but none of them succeeded.

Just when I was feeling tired and losing confidence, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near. Haha, it's really worth it, the opportunity is coming, just come to the brake, I just stood quietly aside. The footsteps were closer, closer ......

I felt the time was right, so I pounced on it. "Hah! Finally caught by me! I cheered with joy.

Who is it? I touched my head first, and I felt that it was extremely tall and had short ear-length hair. I thought to myself: Lu Yiwen is the tallest in our class, and she also has short hair, it's her!

After making up my mind, I shouted: "Lu Yiwen, it's you!" Hurriedly ripped off the red scarf and looked, I was dumbfounded, it turned out to be a teacher! My face suddenly flushed red, and I was stunned, at a loss.

Is Lu Yiwen as tall as me? The teacher asked with a smile. As if I had been pardoned, I fled back to the classroom in embarrassment.

From behind came the gloating laughter of the friends. I was so embarrassed that I wished there was a crack in the ground for me to get into.

Although this incident has been a long time, I am still very embarrassed to think about it.

In this morning's composition class, the teacher assigned us to write an essay, and I just couldn't think of it. In a hurry, I copied an excellent essay with Yu and handed it to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher said (unexpectedly) that he wanted to recommend the "Rui Chun Fa" table.

This is me (leading the sheep), and now I panicked, (restless). After some ideological struggle, I decided to sincerely confess to the teacher and strive for "leniency".

I recalled what happened, the thing was that I started with dishonesty and ended with my honesty, although a little embarrassed, but it was still worth celebrating, so I wrote down a few big words "(integrity-based)" as a motto, and the posture is (firmly) pressed on the glass plate, which will remind me how to behave from time to time.

Hello classmates, if the problem has been solved, remember that yours is an affirmation of me I wish you a galloping horse

Some people say that Shi'en is a kind of gas that makes everyone's feelings permeate the warmth in the air; It is also said that "the teacher's grace is a bridge, connecting the hearts and minds of people". But I said

Shi'en is an indispensable source of water for all things, nourishing every barren land. Yes, Shi'en is a kindness that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea. When we were babbling children, it was the teacher who taught us "1, 2, 3,......a，o，e，……When we are energetic students, it is the teacher who teaches us how to distinguish the truth, goodness and beauty in the world. When we were already scholars with a lot of wealth, it was our teachers who taught us how to serve the motherland ......I can't forget the teacher's earnest teachings to us, and I can't forget your kind gaze; I can't forget ......From boring pinyin letters to catchy compositions, how much heart do you worry about us, how much sweat you sweat for us in the hot summer, how late you sleep for us in the dead of night, you are a diligent gardener, you are an unknown spring silkworm, you are a hero after a hero, you are a giant at the feet of a giant; You are gentle and serious, humble and lofty, ordinary and great.

You teach us with enthusiasm to know how to be simple, natural, full and noble. The sky tree can't forget the roots, the mighty river can't forget the source, how can we forget our teacher. The teacher is like our second mother, nurturing us.

Teacher, you are the red candle that is not extinguished, the lamp in my heart, it is you who make me rise from the mud and the swamp, it is you who thaw my sleepy heart lake with a cheerful song, it is you who ......People often use the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into ashes and tears to compare the teacher, the teacher on the podium to cultivate her life, day after day, year after year, white ash, the teacher's hair dyed silver-white. Year after year, the teacher is no longer young, she dedicated her youth to us, but in our hearts, you will always be a beautiful young good teacher! Teacher, on this festival that belongs to you, let me say to you affectionately again:

Teacher, you have worked hard, please sit down and rest! ”

My teacher.

One of the teachers I respect the most is my homeroom teacher. She was as strict with us as a mother and loved us.

The teacher has long hair, she is kind-hearted and amiable. Once, my writing was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to rewrite.

I was asked to write neatly and standardly, and the teacher let me go home. I was very uncomfortable at the time, and I thought: Isn't it just a few words?

Isn't it all the same to write good and bad? Why write it over and over again, it's a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mom the reason for my stay, and she said to me

Words are the façade, and a person's character can be seen from the writing. The teacher's strict requirements are right, he is responsible for you, and you write a good handwriting by yourself, and no one can steal it. "After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intentions and made me admire the teacher even more.

Since then, I have been like a first-grade elementary school student, insisting on practicing calligraphy every day, no matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and standardly. After a while, my handwriting became more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of Mr. Zhang's strict requirements!

The teachers are strict with us in learning and care about us in life. There are 46 students in our class, and in order to make the students fully engaged in their studies, the teacher used her break time to visit each family and know the family situation of each child well, so that she can give us timely care. The teacher will also read the words!

Whenever a classmate is sick, she always takes the initiative to ask her classmates what is wrong, whether they are taking medicine, and if the condition is serious, she will personally take her classmates to the doctor, so that the classmates' illnesses can be timely. Once, when I was playing, I accidentally broke my hand, and the teacher found out and hurriedly took me to the school clinic to deal with it. The bleeding stopped and I was put on a band-aid, and I was so excited that I was so proud to have such a demanding and caring teacher.