1. Teacher
Guidance of ideas
Divergent thinking
Apart from my parents, teachers can be said to be the people I am most familiar with.
① I can write about the teacher’s appearance, for example, the teacher has a “baby face” and wears a pair of myopia glasses; ② I can write about the teacher’s characteristics, for example, the teacher always has a smile on his face, or The teacher especially likes to lead us to play games; ③ You can write about the teacher’s qualities, such as caring about our growth, being strict with yourself, setting an example everywhere, and setting an example for students; ④ You can write about the teacher’s attitude towards work, such as often staying up late to correct homework; ⑤ You can write about the teacher’s specialties, such as the teacher’s rich teaching experience, unique methods, and good at encouraging and cultivating students’ ability to learn independently; ⑥ You can write about the relationship between the teacher and myself, for example, I often praise me for studying hard, but when I make a mistake And he criticized me mercilessly.
Concentrate your thoughts
Since there are many things to write about, the next step is to determine the protagonist. Of course, the general way of writing is to identify a protagonist, so that the pen and ink can be concentrated to shape the character. However, in order to give the composition something new, I decided to first take a "group photo" of the teachers I am familiar with: the calm temperament of the Chinese teacher, the education method of the "United Front" formed by the head teacher and parents, and the self-sacrifice of the political teacher are all distinctive. features. Secondly, although the characters are scattered, I still want to focus on describing the characteristics of the teachers that impressed me the most. In this way, when writing, the theme can be highlighted and the event specific.
Imitation essay
My teachers
The land under our feet is not fertile, but the ancient camphor tree next to the classroom becomes so green every year. The geography teacher in a neat suit calls himself "Mr. Feng Shui" and often shakes his head and says: "This hilly area is a rare Feng Shui treasure!" Before class, the Chinese teacher always likes to stand quietly under the ancient camphor tree and stare at the rich green under the sun. The figure slants out from the side, reflecting the figure who is not tall, so calm - (Good! The appropriate metaphor is very convincing in explaining the protagonist's character.)
Fountain of Youth in the Mountains
He has slightly dark skin, but he doesn't look old. Standing on the podium, watching you with wise eyes, you can't help but think of a trickling spring flowing beside the green trees in the mountains, peaceful and natural. Such a teacher, such an artistic conception, listen and note carefully, bit by bit, dense gurgling, Qu Yuan's worries, the pipa girl's cries, the brightness of Venice, everything, like gurgling spring water soaking into the mind. Chinese language books become "thinner" the more you read them, while composition books can become thicker and thicker. What I love most is the bright red tiny characters dotted between the lines. The azure color painted a piece of fantasy and thinking of boys and girls and handed it to him, "You have grown up..." he said to us. Suddenly, I saw the trickling spring again. It was still so quiet, but there was a similar feeling. "Xiu Wen, what a good Xiu Wen!" I sighed. After 33 years of hard work, he is now rich in talents. Although we are already his disciples, I often think that it is a fountain of youth...
Not only is the mountain spring nourishing me, but also there is a spring in the blue sky above the campus
The Sun that is not off work
Boom! "Ouch!" No, the old-style old house was decorated with street lamps and was dark. I don't know which night visitor "hit the wall" again. I just heard someone muttering: "It can't be wrong, number 32!" God, the head teacher is here. After entering, he rubbed his head and said with a smile: "It's too remote. You shouldn't live in the dark side of life." Although it was his first time here, he actually had a lively chat with his father who was serious about words. I have read the "Teacher's Home Visiting Manual" and know that Teacher Xu is establishing an "information exchange network". In the future, he can work with parents to "treat" me. Although Teacher Xu has become a "teacher-in-waiting", his grades have gone up and down before and after the mid-term exams. During the summer and winter vacations, whether it is the scorching sun or the cold wind, he comes regularly. Sometimes the person I talk to is my father, sometimes my mother, and most often it’s me. "Talk" has content, sometimes about learning, sometimes about life, and even "how to deal with mom's nagging".
In the past four years, the teacher has helped me grow from a little girl who is inexperienced in the world to a free and easy high school student, stretching out in the sun like a small tree on campus, standing tall and thriving. Countless home visits, only cups of bitter tea were served, and the teacher often didn’t bother to take a few sips and said hurriedly: “There will be another one!” Perhaps, many students like me are drinking strong tea. The deep affection melted into the bitter bitter tea... I remember that day I said to the teacher: "You are like the sun, the sun that is not off work!" The head teacher smiled: "When the sun is off work, you should learn to shine on your own!" Dear Teacher, maybe we can't be the sun, but at least we are willing to be a star, the brightest star, shining with you...
The wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, "Attention "Attention, the next 45 minutes are all mine!" the politics teacher announced "greedily". Although he is thin, he looks like a burning proud cotton.
"Hee hee!" "Hee hee hee!" The politics teacher was puzzled. He turned around and laughed "hahaha". "Teacher, the lint of the cotton-padded coat has fallen out." The girl in the front row reminded in a low voice. The teacher was startled for a moment, then hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull the "troublesome" cotton, feeling a little helpless and a little painful in his embarrassment. The students were silent, and suddenly remembered that a teacher's salary should not only provide for his sick wife and children in the countryside, but also support his elderly parents. The teacher's slightly arched back has to bear the hard work of a large field of crops in the countryside. But he always came in with the bell ringing and never said a word of bitterness. Last year, he gave all his "outstanding teacher" bonus to the stolen residential students in the countryside... Too many things came to his mind, and tears slid down many young faces. Teacher, do you know? There is a plant in my hometown whose roots are extremely bitter, but it uses its fire-like color to cover up its pain and climbs bravely. We call it "Proud Cotton". (The metaphor is apt.) Teacher, aren’t you the incarnation of it? You are using your actions to teach us how to face the ups and downs in the world...
The wind has stopped. Sunshine, clear springs, green trees, and red flowers. The quiet campus is full of life. Oh, sunshine, you illuminate me; clear spring, you moisturize me; green trees and red flowers, you bring me beauty. Dear teachers, you have given us real life...