Write an essay on the topic I hate the Chinese teacher.

My Chinese teacher.

I stood straight, alone in the classroom writing my homework, watching the teacher carefully review and copy the homework in front of the podium.

While standing, I wrote an essay, and this time the topic was my teacher.

Writing slowly, my handwriting is quite neat. Looking at the essay title, I couldn't help but think of the teacher who gently knocked me on the textbook just now.

I only write about one teacher, and that is him, and he often says to us, "How am I doing?" I'm the least outstanding Chinese teacher in the school, and the key is that you must be excellent. "We were all laughing in the classroom, we couldn't see how humble he was!

Seven or eight minutes passed, and I was still standing up writing this essay. The teacher occasionally raised his head and glanced at the students with stern eyes, and then continued to mark the homework carefully, and he was still more serious than the student who didn't look good at all than me.

After about ten minutes, the teacher walked over and said a few words about the homework to the class representative who was very "annoying".

Then he went around the classroom, returned to the front of the podium and continued to mark his homework, then picked up his beloved non-language books and slowly flipped through them.

From time to time, I scanned my position again to see if anything unexpected happened. Sometimes, the teacher's eyes are more powerful than his reasoning!

The teacher was still not at ease, always reading a book and looking at us, especially me.

He really didn't know how difficult it would be for me to pass the Chinese exam and write an essay that met his requirements. Of course, I can understand that the teacher has principles that he seriously demands.

Be sure to complete your homework today. The teacher walked up to me and said sternly to me, "I'm used to this kind of conversation."

Some people always don't listen to the teacher's words, but the teacher doesn't blame many times, and always talks about education with warm eyes and a voice like flowing water.

I really think that teachers are sometimes very much like my father, and I don't know why. Afterwards, I always felt that I was too bad in language, and I felt that I was really a little too much.

By the way, although the teacher is a teacher, he is not like a teacher at all many times, he is very much like a friend of ours, he can laugh, he can learn, and he can bargain, what an amiable teacher.

After another ten minutes or so, I was thinking about my teacher's interesting anecdotes and writing my essay.

The writing is getting more and more sloppy, and I am the only one in the class who has not completed this essay assignment, and the representative of the class who harmed me came to me to collect the homework after class.

It seems that it is not easy for her to be a representative of a Chinese class, and her grades must not be bad, especially if it is so troublesome to receive homework like mine.

I was still standing, and the classroom was quiet.

As I made up on the unfinished essay, I watched my teacher carefully flip through his book in front of the podium.

Your Chinese teacher is going to give you a chance to complain.

Teacher, I hate you, I hate you for giving so many homework exercises.

Teacher, I hate you, I hate you, I scold me, call the parents to calm this turmoil, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I don't talk about kindness and righteousness.

Teacher: Maybe I don't hate you, you're not a teacher.

Maybe I like you, and you won't be a teacher.

Teacher is a strict word in itself, but it's cruel than that, and my young heart is so fragile that it's broken.

Teacher, I hate you, I embarrass you, I provoke you in class, it's just the injustice in my heart, teacher, I think twice, and I want to tolerate you, but you are always so stubborn, even if I admit my mistakes, you still get worse.

Teacher: I'm sorry, I hate you, it's not just talking.

But I want to say it from the bottom of my heart, even though I'm not a good student, but I also hope that you will be able to treat me like one in the future.

Treat your students.

Just like Haizi said, life does not bring, death does not bring.

I didn't have 600 words to improvise, but I don't know why you use it, I saw this topic on the window and clicked in, which is very novel.

But if you really don't bring this, don't hate the teacher too much, otherwise your learning will decline, and your heart will not be good, so why bother?Think about it from a different perspective and try to be happier!

Eh, why did the teacher mess with you? So ruthless.

With the title of "I Hate You, Teacher", it's okay to write one thing. Oh, why do you hate the teacher?

You have no conscience!! It's so ruthless!!