It was the last time to distribute books in the library corner of the class. The students scrambled to get their favorite books one by one, only to see everyone stretching their necks and hands reaching for the books. Unwilling to lag behind, I competed with them and finally got my favorite book, Lei Feng, and ran home happily in my hand and read it carefully.
On Wednesday afternoon, I read my diary. Teacher Wei read my diary. Teacher Wei read Huang Rong's diary. It's about me and my classmates grabbing books. I hung my head in fear and wanted to find a hole to get into. Yes! A class cadre is a good example for students. How can you take the lead in doing bad things? Look at Lei Feng's consideration for others everywhere, and look at his diary: "Do more ordinary work and less beautiful words;": : I am much happier with others, regardless of personal gains and losses; If I were a dung beetles, what an honor it would be ... "How small I am compared with Lei Feng!
2. Fragment composition: Describe the teacher's severe criticism of the students' modality. 200 words "Teacher Lu is coming!" The news soon spread in the classroom. We immediately returned to our seats and waited for the arrival of Teacher Lu. When we were imagining what Miss Lu was like, I saw Miss Lu walk in with firm steps.
I narrowed my eyes and looked at Mr. Lu carefully: slightly fat body, small mouth, high nose embedded in the eyes slightly trapped in the eye socket.
Teacher Lu gave us a dignified look, and the whole class suddenly fell silent.
In the past few days, I have learned the power of Teacher Lu.
One day in class, I sat in my seat. Maybe it was because there was no good water last night. I actually dozed off in English class today. I was dreaming about that wonderful place when a loud noise hit me. "Sun Zhaojun, please answer the correct answer to this question!" I suddenly woke up from my dream and immediately stood at attention subconsciously: "Here!" "What is the answer to this question? ! The answer to this question is "I've been thinking hard. What was the question just now? The whole class seems to be quiet, no one is whispering, and everyone seems to want to see my jokes. I couldn't answer, so I bowed my head, and my face was spicy and even red, like a real monkey. In this short 2 minutes, I went to hell, where I was tortured and abused by children. After this incident, I never dared to stay with Teacher Lu again.
But there is one thing that should change my view of Mr. Lu. At noon that day, we brought fast food one after another. Yo! The food today is really good. There are braised pork, bean sprouts and vegetables. It is delicious. At this time, Liu Zuyan, the "villain", frowned. It turned out that he didn't like braised pork the most, so he picked up the basin and carefully moved it to the door, ready to dump it. At this time, Mr. Lu glanced at us: You, what's going on, make it clear! ""I don't like braised pork. " Liu Zuyan, who was asked by Teacher Lu, almost didn't cry. At this time, Teacher Lu did not scold Liu Zuyan, but gave Liu Zuyan the prawn in the bowl: "Eat quickly. If you don't eat it, it will get cold! "Although this kind of approachable words are a bit weird in Teacher Lu's mouth, it is very different from Teacher Lu in peacetime.
I heard from other old teachers that Mr. Lu's class was great, but I doubt it. But when Mr. Lu played games with us in class, I completely realized that Mr. Lu's class was so interesting. Why didn't I realize it before?
When did I find Teacher Lu's English class so interesting? Maybe it started from the moment I took English class seriously!
I was criticized by the teacher for doing something wrong in the composition about an unforgettable thing. I made a composition with 300 words (1) with the wrong title.
After today's Chinese class, the teacher asked us to show our parents the exam results and ask them to sign.
When I got home, I saw my mother busy cooking. I asked her to sign it. She said she would sign it later. But the next day before school, I opened my exercise book and found that my mother didn't sign it. My head is swollen and my face is red. I think I'm a good boy. I don't know how the teacher will punish me if I don't sign it. So, I came up with a "coup"-sign it myself. I put my notebook on the table and signed it myself with trembling hands. I was relieved after signing it, but I felt like a rabbit all morning, and I was not at ease in any class.
In the afternoon, the teacher asked me who signed it for me, and I said it was my father. But the teacher recognized my handwriting and read my mind. He touched my head and said earnestly, "The teacher will forgive you for forgetting to sign, but if you sign it yourself, that is to add mistakes to mistakes, and honesty is precious." I realized my mistake and shed tears of regret.
In the future, I will always remind myself to be an honest boy. Thank you for your criticism. Otherwise, this situation may happen again.
Someone criticized me for describing my psychological activities, so I had to sit there in a daze. What's more, the guy next to me is still smoking, and the smell of smoke is killing me. My nose feels terrible, so I have to turn around. Look around again, everyone is talking and laughing, without a trace of irritability. "How can they be so patient?" I thought angrily. Time seems to be deliberately against me-walking slowly, irritability and anxiety come to mind together, and I keep looking at my watch and staring at the slowly moving second hand. 4 1, 42, 43 ... I counted slowly, and a nameless fire lit up in my heart-why are you running so slowly!
My heart is very nervous. How can you stand it? I'm afraid that young soldier will suddenly jump up or scream. I dare not look at him. I can't bear to see my comrades burned alive. However, I still can't help watching it. I was expecting some miracle when the fire suddenly went out. My heart ached, and tears blurred my eyes.
In class, I don't even write my homework, I have been reciting it. If the teacher checks me and sees my back stuttering, will he criticize me? If only the teacher could spot-check the paragraphs I can recite, but I am afraid that the teacher will spot-check the paragraphs I can't recite, then I will be miserable! But after waiting for a long time, the teacher still didn't get me. After a while, my group won, and my deskmate was won by the teacher. He doesn't know his back well. The teacher said he would have a spot check this afternoon. I thought to myself: It must be my turn next time. Will my back be as bad as his ... But the teacher didn't spot-check me until class was over. I am very lucky today. If the teacher continues the spot check tomorrow, I must recite it well when I go home, so that I won't be criticized by the teacher for stuttering. )
Being criticized by the teacher for doing * * * bad things begins with "to err is human". Everyone must have been criticized countless times since he was a child.
Some people say that every criticism contains factors of success. So being criticized is not a bad thing.
Why? I can prove it with one thing. Once, I came to school just in time for the Chinese exam.
After sending it, I began to answer questions seriously. I have been doing well, but when I was near the finish line, I was suddenly stopped by a "roadblock". What should I do? I can't figure it out after thinking for a long time. It's better to cheat! I looked around and found that the teacher was leafing through something on the lecture table.
While the teacher was not looking, I picked up the textbook and copied it. After copying, I looked up and met the teacher's eyes. The teacher didn't say anything, but gave me a hard look.
After the exam, my heart was pounding and I had some bad ideas: Will I be found by the teacher? Will it be criticized? Will the teacher tell the parents? ..... Ah, what can I do! I came home with anxiety. The next day, I came to school as usual, but I was not in a good mood at all.
Finally, I was invited to the office by the teacher. I came to the office trembling, and the teacher said to me earnestly, "I didn't point it out in front of my classmates when you plagiarized yesterday."
Today, I don't want to say anything more, you know? What is the test? The first test is your honesty, and the second test is your grades. If you are dishonest, it's no use doing well in the exam. The teacher's words are over, you can go! "After listening to the teacher, I went out at a loss and lost in thought.
Although the mistakes made in this exam are unremarkable, the teacher's criticism will accompany me all my life. I will always remember the teacher's teaching: be honest.
I was criticized for this composition. The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dark, just like my mood at the moment.
I don't know when, there was a lot of heavy snow in the sky and it fell to the ground, rustling like something was broken, in my heart. The teacher's words stuck in my heart like needles, and my heart was about to drop blood.
I'm bored, I'm helpless! I obviously finished the composition assigned by the teacher, but I didn't bring it. Why doesn't the teacher believe me? Why do you criticize me with such vicious words? Moreover, those words were recorded by a tape recorder and played at the maximum volume over and over again in my mind.
Get out of the house and go to the suburbs for fun. As I walked, I thought about that morning.
Yesterday, I almost stayed up until ten o'clock to finish the composition assigned by the teacher. It was very late to get up the next morning, so I hurried to school without breakfast.
I rushed to school, my neck red and panting. Before I sat on the stool, the class representative came to collect my homework. I handed in a book in a hurry. After class, the teacher said to me, "The party is on the rocks. Please come to the office with me."
The teacher took out my exercise book, stared at me and asked, "Is this your composition?" The eyes, full of doubt and anger. I blushed and said falteringly, "Teacher, I ... I staggered this book."
I went back to the classroom for a long time, but I couldn't find my composition book. What are we going to do? I'm as anxious as ants in my pants.
I have no choice but to go to the office again. My face is redder and my words are less fluent: "Old …".
Teacher, I ... I didn't bring it. "
The teacher rolled his eyes and looked at me contemptuously: "I have taught for so many years, not for nothing." I still don't know your student's tricks? If you don't do your homework, say you didn't bring it. Even the children in kindergarten know this trick. Can you fool me? Honestly, didn't you write it? ""teacher, I ... I really want to write. "
I almost cried, I choked up. "oh! Not only do you not do your homework, but you also don't tell the truth.
How can a careless and dishonest student like you get such good grades? Oh, that's ridiculous! "Say that finish the teacher gave me a disdainful look. My mood at this time is neither anger nor sadness. It's a feeling that I can't even say, and it's a mixture of many emotions.
Among them, there are anger, sadness, helplessness, distress, and more confusion about the teacher ... When I returned to the classroom, I was surprised that I didn't cry, but touched my face, which was wet. Taste it with your mouth. It is salty. Is that sweat? No, that's tears.
Snowflakes continue to float, but they seem to be getting smaller. But my heavy heart is not easy at all.
Because today, I was criticized.