My father is a tall man with a pair of glasses. Everyone says he is a kind-hearted man. He often helps his neighbours and some strangers whom he doesnt know at all. He has really done a lot for others. I dont like him to do so because I think it has taken him too much time. When I discourage him, he always says with a smile,The world needs warm hearts.
My father loves his family, and loves his work even better. In the company, he is called workaholic He spends most of his time working, and often forgets to have meals or to go to bed.As a result,he doesnt enjoy good health.
My father likes reading in his spare time. He told me reading was very interesting. I became interested in reading little by little. I like books, because they help me in many ways.
My father has a bad habit he likes smoking very much. I hate it. See, the house is full of smoke. I know its bad for his health as well as mothers and mine. I advise him to give up smoking. Im sure he will follow my advice some day.
Such is my father. I am proud of having such a good father.
Everyone has a familiar place in his life, such as parks, supermarkets, and their own rooms. Of all, my most familiar is my room.
The door is west, and there are two windows on both sides of the door. They are "North Window" and "south window". Opposite the doorway is a small balcony, there is a small wardrobe in the balcony, with my clothes when I was a child. My bed is toward the south window, the bed is neatly placed with pillows and quilts. My computer desk faces the North window. There is a regular computer on the computer desk. As soon as I got into the room, I saw my favorite, the computer, and an eye light. Northeast corner is an unusual desk. There are many books on the table. There are dictionaries, books borrowed in the library, encyclopedia books bought by ourselves, and snacks: egg rolls, candy, and my favorite large bottle of coke. The southeastern corner is my wardrobe, with school uniforms, clothes, socks and underpants in the wardrobe. Also with bed sheets, quilt towel. There was an almost useless old TV on the cupboard. There is a DVD player on the TV. In the southwest, it's a big wardrobe for mom and dad. Beside the wardrobe, it was a dresser. I had a photo of my childhood on the platform. It was very lovely.
This is my room, is it beautiful? You are welcome to visit my colorful room.
敬爱的老师:
您好!
老师,您曾在那神圣的七尺讲台,洒下您的汗水滴滴;老师,您曾亲切的教育我们;老师,您曾送过多少界届毕业班啊!老师,您把您的一生都用在学生身上,您就像一只蜡烛一样,永不停息的绽放着光和热;老师……
老师,在您接这个班以前,说实话,我的作文并不是很好,可是就是您的一句话,改变了我对作文无趣的想法:
您说过:“作文一定要真,真的事情就是从生活中积累来的。”从此,我便观察起生活,我发现了生活其实也很有趣。比如,听完同学讲的一个小笑话后有什么想法;逛街时看见有人买衣服在讲价;考试前后的心情。还有我不停的看作文书,有时觉得看没有读记得快,便一个人躲在厕所高声朗读。再加上我学了一年的作文,作文水平有了明显的提高。老师,我的点滴进步也有您的一份功劳,是您为我打下了一定的基础。
老师,9月10日那天,有好多同学都送了礼物表示感谢,我却没有送,那是因为我知道您不是希望每年都得到学生的礼物,而是每年都希望得到学生最好的成绩,因为那是学生的改变,也是对您工作的肯定。
老师,您的爱,像一股暖流,永远温暖着学生的心;老师,您的爱,又像一把熊熊燃烧的火焰,照亮我学习的前程,我将终生难忘!
老师,您辛苦了!
祝:
一帆风顺工作顺利!
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20xx年XX月XX日
蓝天因为有了白云的点缀更加美丽;土地因为有了雨水的滋润更加肥沃;面包因为有了酵母的发酵更加美味。而我,因为喜欢你所以写下你。谢谢你我的英语老师。
晚风吹过院子里的梧桐树,落叶是嫩绿的,美的可爱,但那又如何,它最后的结局也只是凋落。在我的眼里,周围的一切都是黑色的,虚无的,每个认的脸上都洋溢着难看的,可怕的笑容,让人看了了之后心里压抑。往日所看到的鱼儿嬉戏,鸟儿鸣转,也早以化为乌有。
我好像变了一个人,变得很陌生,连我自己都不知道怎么了,我开始害怕、甚至厌恶周围的一切。我开始逃避世人千篇一律的关心与安慰,与其说是安慰,其实也不过是讲大道理而以,令人忌惮。
晚自习的最后一节课,听到公开课要穿短袖,我心里一惊,怎么办?难道!不,不可以!我心里忐忑不安,我跑到办公室,推开大门,气喘呼呼的跑到英语老师的面前。她先是一惊,愣了几秒,随后便轻声说道:好,你可以不穿。我长叹一口气,心也总算放下来了,刚准备走,她却叫住我,我便立马感觉又有无数的大道理即将砸向我。但并没有,她先说了我的优点,心思细腻,不过到也没错。交谈的时候,我无意中发现,她的眼神竟如此温柔,里面似乎有着星辰大海。她笑着问我:你有什么梦想吗?没有你适合当作家,心里医生也可以我呆呆的望着她,灰暗的世界里增添了几分前所未有的色彩,这感觉很奇妙,让人很兴奋。
我吗?我艰难的挤出了一丝微笑,默默地低下了头,作家就算了吧,我写作不好。她摸了摸我的头,那一瞬间,我冰冷无助的心像是得到了救赎,明明只是一个简单的动作,却使我眼眶一红,鼻子一酸,泪水随着脸颊流了下来。
我的英语老师,她没有向我讲那些千篇一律的大道理,什么现在只需要学习,不要胡思乱想,不要这些世人认为很正确的话,她都没说,她只给我讲了她儿时的叛逆,并告诉我,我想的这些东西是每个人青春期都会想的,我也不是异类。时光匆匆,我们也该回宿舍坠入梦香了。
回宿舍的路上,我们有说有笑,我也渐渐明白了,人是不会凭空诞生的,所有的诞生都是上天早就安排好的,每个人活着都有自己的使命,而我也在老师的帮助下找到了活着的目标当一个作家。
谢谢你,我的英语老师。
夜色昏暗,我蜷缩在角落,远处走来一个模糊的身影,那个身影向我伸出了双手,把我引领到光明的地方。冥冥之中,我看清了,是您我的英语老师。
她的眼睛大而亮,生气的时候就会眯成一条缝,我们都不愿见到这条缝,因为每当看到这条缝的时候,就意味着我们又挨批了。她的嘴不大,话却很多,嘴唇厚厚的,我们都说是因为说话太多,被磨厚的。她笑的时候,总是把嘴歪向一边,看起来很好笑,不过保持的时间很短,转瞬即逝。
有一天,老师大概是道听途说到几句我们班同学说她的“好话”,作为班主任,面子挂不住,心中不爽,刚一上课就对我们大吼开“德育课”,说了将近半小时也没有停下来的意思,大家见形势不妙,都忍气吞声、一言不发,我却按捺不住了,就起身说了句:“老师,该上课了!”,这下我可惹了祸了,老师把她的怒火都烧在了我的身上。她用手撑着讲台,眯着眼睛,不住的\'数落我,直到第二节课的铃声响起,她才不得不结束了她无休止的责备。
但从这次起,老师对我要求特别严格,但凡有一点做得不到位的事情,老师就会把我叫到办公室里批评,对我做错的题和不会的题也会仔细讲解并直到我听明白为止。这对我英语成绩的提升无疑起了莫大的作用。
至于老师总爱拖堂、总绷着脸、布置作业多,归根结底,还是为了能提高我们的成绩,虽然办法略有不妥,可也不能直接否定。
李老师,我希望您能改变教学方式,做一名亲切的、受同学们欢迎的好老师,希望我的梦想可以成真。
李老师是我的语文老师。她大约三十岁。她非常漂亮和年轻。她的头发是棕色的卷发。
Miss Li always wears a blue coat . I think her favourite colour will be blue .
李小姐总是穿着一件蓝色的外套。我认为她最喜欢的颜色是蓝色的。
Miss Li is very friendly and kindly .Her classes are very interesting ,we all like to have Chinese class .
李小姐是非常友好和善良。她的`课很有趣,我们都喜欢上语文课。
She always smiles when she speak to us .Sometimes she is very strict with us,when we make a mistake,she often makes us stand up .
她总是微笑的时候,她对我们说的。有时候她对我们非常严厉,当我们犯了错误时,她经常让我们站起来。
Miss Li often sticks to have lessons when she is ill , She looked weak,but still beautiful .
李小姐常常上课时,她病了,她看起来很虚弱,但依然美丽。
Miss Li love us very much, she teaches us so carefully .I think she is a good teacher. We all love her,too .
李老师很爱我们,她非常细心的教我们。我认为她是个好老师。我们都爱她。
I think teachers are like candles , giving off light for others by burning themselves 。
我想,老师就像蜡烛,照亮别人燃烧自己。
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