when i was in high school, there was a teacher who taught me more than that in was a very kind boy, 4 or 5 years older than us and taught us geography. we all liked to take his class, though geography was not our major course.
what impressed me a lot was his could see him always got angry only when we were too noisy in class,he often played soccer with used to be a very believable defender and never fouled on any of us.
we all liked to call him "teacher miao" and he was just like a friend, not a sonsy personality inspired me to be kind to everyone i was my well-beloved "teacher miao".
在我上高中的时候,有一位老师教了我很多东西,他是一个非常善良的男孩,比我们大四五岁,教我们地理。我们都喜欢上他的课,尽管地理不是我们的主修课。
给我留下深刻印象的是他总是在我们上课太吵闹的时候生气,他经常和我们一起踢足球,他曾经是一个非常可信的后卫,从来没有对我们任何人犯规。
我们都喜欢叫他“苗老师”,他就像一个朋友,而不是一个儿子的性格激励我对每个人都很好我是我深爱的“苗老师”。
在世间,令我感谢的人有很多,门口杂货店老板的微笑,维修工人的淳朴,快递小哥的诚实……都让我心怀感激,让我最感谢的是学校里一个小姐姐,她是劝导队长。
那天正好我值勤,我看书看得入迷了,忘记了时间。我坐着妈妈的电动车快马加鞭的赶到学校,急得满头是汗。踏进校园,我有一种不祥的预感。果然,签到单已经被队长收走了。这该怎么办?忘签到可是要被劝导队“踢”出去的,那一周两张笑脸券的奖品就没了!班级还会因此被扣分。那和乐班级的荣誉就因为我一个人而没得到,老师会怎样讽刺我,同学会怎样责怪我,而家长会怎样的批评我呢?我将成为众矢之的,想想就后怕。我不能一错再错,正事不能耽搁,就立即跑到我的岗位上去值勤。我心事重重的站在那儿。
“原来就是你呀,我还以为你没来呢!”一个甜美而又温柔的声音从耳边飘来,我循声望去,原来是队长过来巡视了。
她眨巴看大眼睛对我说:“今天是你第一次迟到,我就饶你一次,下不为例,再碰到就要打叉喽!”她笑盈盈地把签到单递给我,一脸真诚。我简直不敢相信眼前的一切,一股暖流涌上心头。她在我心目中的形象顿时高大了起来。
我签完了,双手奉上签到单,恭恭敬敬地连声说:“谢谢你,谢谢你。”望着她离去的背影,我欣喜万分,千言万语都不足以表达当时我内心的感激。
这件事一直到了今天,我还十分清晰地印在脑海里,感谢她帮助了我,她还教会了我任何时候要把他人装在心里,为他人着想,做一个善良的人。善良也因此而传递下去,我相信只要人人都献出一点爱,世界将变成美好的人间。
People often said: "The teacher is hard gardener, nurturing us; teachers like candles, burning their own, warm with us; teachers are spring, to the childrens minds into the knowledge of nectar." Think of this sentence, I think My class teacher Xue Mingqin teacher, she is my most admired a person.
Xue is rich in knowledge, like an encyclopedia. In class, she asked us to read, browse, and lead us in the ocean of knowledge, looking for the correct answer. She took the trouble to explain to us how to sentence, sentence, modify the sentence ... ... She takes knowledge as a spring and water in our hearts. Some classes do not understand the students, Xue teacher always patiently explain to them, until the students gradually solved the mystery.
Xue teacher lectures are very vivid, impressive, we often heard fascinated. In our fourth grade textbook, there is an article "July Tianshan", her voice that sounds, brought us into the beautiful Tianshan, we seem to see the towering snow peaks, melting snow, green primitive Forest, soft mountains, flowers ...
Xue teacher taught a very set of essays, she said: "The text seems to see mountains do not like flat." She let me know the composition comes from life is higher than life, she found a lot of good articles, or students good writing let us enjoy. My composition is not very good, see the composition of a headache. Once I wrote an essay "lazy revelation", she felt very good, told me to get the school newspaper up submission. In her encouragement, I gradually have confidence in writing.
Suhomlinski said that a good teacher is a person who understands psychology and pedagogy. Xue teacher all things pass, I hit my heart to admire her.
The people I respect the most is my father. He is a doctor. He always busy with work. Since I can remember, he never spent a whole weekend to stay with me. He goes to the hospital very early before I get up, and comes back home after I sleep. But I doesnt matter at all, he is hero to me. He devotes almost all the time to his patients, many lives are saved. He always said, a man should have dignity, integrity, honor, and most of all, be helpful to others. This affected me deeply, so I work hard so that someday I could be the man like my father.
我最尊敬的人是我的父亲。他是一名医生。他总是忙于工作。从我记事起,他从来没有花整个周末陪我。我起床前他很早就去了医院,我睡觉后他就回家了。但我一点也不在乎,他是我心目中的英雄。他几乎把所有的时间都花在他的病人身上,许多人的生命都得救了。他总是说,一个人应该有尊严、正直、荣誉,最重要的是,要乐于助人。这深深地影响了我,所以我努力工作,希望有一天我能成为像我父亲一样的人。
Who have their own most respected people, respect for the mother, but also respect for my father, and respect for grandparents, and respect teachers, classmates, friends. Those who can not finish can respect.
And my most respected person is my language teacher, my language teacher is very understanding, long not high nor short, the teachers hair is short, big eyes, nose high, dress style Very fashionable, what clothes to wear on her she can match with a good look.
The teachers temper sometimes sometimes bad, remember the last semester on the language class, when we classmates in class when talking, disturb the teacher class, the teacher sent a thunder, the students to the table to throw Go out, was a great voice, the class teacher also heard, and came to the classmate called out scolded a meal.
Language teacher also said in the class for a while, when I was almost scared to death by the teacher, I had to listen to the teacher lectures, class teacher does not speak what we say, but the class was suspended for a week.
Although the teacher is a bit fierce, but we still respect her, because she is better for our study, but very harsh on us, I like the teacher on our harsh, those who are too gentle teacher, our study is also irresponsible.
So my most respected person is my language teacher!
The man I admire most is the cleaner.
I remember that when I was six years old, there was such a story. The story happened in Yanshun road. That day, my mother and I were going to Beijing Zoo, so we were waiting for the bus by the side of the road very early. A dustman's grandfather was looking for something on the road. His face was wrinkled and his hands were rough like dried bark. He was wearing an old coat with an orange vest on it.
I asked my grandfather, "what are you doing?" My grandfather replied, "little friend, I'm sweeping the floor." I said, "why sweep the main road?" "Sweeping the floor can make the road clean and serve the people," he said
I saw him holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. He swept the scraps of paper into the dustpan with a broom. I was shocked by his skillful action.
It was winter, we were wearing warm clothes, I looked at the cleaner, I asked: "why don't you work with gloves?" "Inconvenient." "Why do you get up so early?" "I'm going to sweep the floor before people go to work." Said grandfather.
I finally learned about the toil of the cleaners. In order to let everyone have a clean environment, they are not afraid of tired and dirty, they are the people I admire most.
I admire a lot of people, there are respected teachers, unity and friendship of students, and dear mother. Among them, what I admire most is my mother.
My mother is wearing big glasses, glasses inside a pair of bright big eyes, she can see through other people's mind, life is particularly helpful.
"Didi, dada" a continuous drizzle started outside the window. It was overcast, and the patients in the hospital were more uncomfortable. My mother worked all day in the hospital to help the wounded and the wounded.
Once, at 1:00 in the morning, the Department called to ask her mother to go to the hospital, and her mother immediately rushed to the hospital to rescue the patient. My mother is really hard.
My mother always said that she would take me to play when her uncle and aunt came back to work. After hearing that, I was a little sad. But when I think of the patients who are suffering from the disease, I gradually understand my mother.
Another time I had a high fever of 40 degrees. It was raining that day. My mother held the only umbrella towards me. I was very moved. Therefore, I admire my mother more.
At this time, mother is at work, is busy. Mom, I admire you!
I respect the people, he is very ordinary, he is cleaners. Cleaners, how ordinary ordinary names, and even a lot of people are reluctant to mention them. However, every corner of life has the footsteps of their step by step.
The cleaners used his hands in exchange for the neatness and cleanliness of our city. Dawn dawn, when the black sky is also set with a few sparse residual stars, they will get up, holding the most simple tool broom, in every corner of the street busy open. In the humble position on the unknown work, in order to bring our home to a clean, a beautiful.
Cleaners are not only industrious, but also selfless dedication. Whether in the hot sun or snow, 365 days a year, from the nonstop this simple and difficult task. But there are many people in life not only do not support them, but also with a contemptuous look to see, and some people do not talk about health, random littering, destruction of the city appearance, and these cleaners, do not feel ashamed?
The cleaners are small, but how noble they are. Through the honeycomb, I saw a little bee, they are nervously brewing honey, it is not like a cleaner? They also use their hardworking hands to our life brewing sweet honey.
Cleaners are the epitome of thousands of laborers, the years of the ring to witness their contribution to the community, face wrinkles crisscross, engraved with selfless dedication of the noble spirit, full of silver is thought With all this effort. They used the hands of labor to create a beautiful life.
我尊重人民,他很平凡,他是清洁工。清洁工,多么普通的名字,甚至很多人都不愿提及。然而,生活的每一个角落都有自己一步一步的脚步。
清洁工们用他的双手来换取我们城市的整洁。拂晓时分,当黑色的天空中还镶嵌着几颗稀疏的残星时,它们就会站起来,手持最简单的工具扫帚,在街道的每个角落忙碌地开着。在卑微的地位上默默无闻的工作,才能带给我们一个干净、美丽的家。
清洁工不仅勤劳,而且无私奉献。无论是在炎热的阳光下还是在下雪中,一年365天,从此不停地完成这项简单而艰巨的任务。但有很多人在生活中不仅不支持他们,还带着轻蔑的目光看,还有一些人不讲卫生,乱丢垃圾,破坏市容,而这些清洁工,难道不感到羞耻吗?
清洁工虽小,但他们是多么高贵。穿过蜂巢,我看到一只小蜜蜂,它们正在紧张地酿蜂蜜,它不是像个清洁工吗?他们还用辛勤的双手为我们的生活酿制甜蜜的蜂蜜。
清洁工是千百名劳动者的缩影,岁月的年轮见证着他们对社会的贡献,脸上皱纹纵横交错,镌刻着无私奉献的崇高精神,满是银装素裹的是这一切的努力。他们用劳动的双手创造了美好的生活。
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