5th grade short essay good teacher in my mind

I have a good teacher, she is our homeroom teacher - Ms. Huang.

Mr. Huang works hard every day. In the morning, Ms. Huang came to the school office to prepare the materials for class. In the afternoon, Mr. Huang was the last to leave the school. After class, Mr. Huang is always in the classroom to seriously correct homework or help students analyze difficult problems.

Once, I was stumped by a question, and my face was sad, but Teacher Huang saw it and knew what was on my mind, she hurriedly put down the homework in her hand, walked over with a smile, and patiently taught me. Under the guidance of Mr. Huang, I finally solved this problem.

Whenever a new class is held, Mr. Huang always asks us to read aloud first, then analyzes the text for us, finds out what we don't understand, patiently explains it to everyone, and finally asks us to read the new words and texts over and over again. In the next lesson, I practice vocabulary and read aloud so that I don't forget what I learned.

Mr. Huang always cares about our grades. She not only regards the midterm exam as important, but also attaches great importance to the leniency of each unit practice. If someone's grades dropped, Mr. Huang would talk to him, help him find out the reason, and motivate him to improve.

Teacher Huang, she silently dedicates herself to the country and everyone, her spirit is really valuable! I am proud to have such a teacher.

The stars are shining in the middle of the night, the teacher's room is bright all night, and whenever I walk gently past your window, the bright light shines on my heart. "Every time this song sounds, I see a lovely teacher with a crooked mouth and a smile in his eyes. She is the teacher Xiong Wei who has taught me Chinese for three years.

I still remember that four years ago, the young teacher Xiao Xiong greeted us in the sunshine of the campus. Since then, she has led us into a rich and brilliant temple of knowledge. Ms. Xiao Xiong's lectures are lively and lively, and she uses rich expressions and vivid metaphors to make each Chinese class interesting.

She not only let us know the majesty of the Great Wall, but also took us to appreciate the lively autumn and the golden yellow of the distant Great Northern Wilderness. It was the little bear who opened a magical window in front of me and let me see a wonderful new world.

Teacher Xiao Xiong not only did well in class, but she also made me deeply appreciate the strong love in her heart. I will always remember that in a Chinese class in the second grade, she was reciting "The Fox and the Crow" to us with great emotion, and I was fascinated by it. Suddenly, my stomach felt like it had been pricked by needles, and for a while, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down my hair, and then, tears finally flowed down.

Teacher Xiong found out, she walked quickly to my side, squatted down, and asked me with concern, "What's wrong?" I cried out loud and slowly spat out three words:

Stomach aches. Teacher Xiong knew that my stomach hurt when I had a cold, so she didn't ask again, but just wiped away the sweat and tears for me with a soft napkin, and rubbed my stomach with her warm palm. Suddenly, a warm current hugged my heart, making me feel so warm and ......Looking at the warm eyes of Mr. Xiong and his mother, I know:

Love, sometimes, can really make people forget pain. In the past four years, the sunny campus has brought me countless good memories. "Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people", my little progress is the result of the teacher's hard work and sweat.

Even if time flies, dear Little Bear, you will always be a good teacher in my heart!