When I am tired, she will give me a chair to sit in her arms, give me some books and let me enter the world of books.
I will encounter difficulties in my study. The difficulty is the net. I am a bird that is often trapped in the net. It was she who opened the net and let me fly high; It was she who gave me a blue sky and let me fight hard in this world.
Sometimes I am very naughty and often want to do something I shouldn't do. She wrote "Ten No" on the wall newspaper for me, just like putting on a "golden hoop curse" for me, so that I can always beat myself, beat myself and educate myself. Don't you think she looks like my mother?
When I was in trouble, she gave me a good environment, opened the window in my heart, let me see the beauty and splendor of the world, and blew the spring breeze of love into my heart.
When the storm came, she said to us, "Come to me, son." We threw ourselves into her arms and felt extremely happy, warm and happy. Isn't she our mother?
When I was sick, she said to me, "Son, be strong, not only to overcome the disease, but also to study hard." Mom is here, you don't have to be afraid, your classmates are all around you. " You will get better soon. "Under her care, my illness soon recovered, and with the help of my classmates, my study soon caught up.
When I couldn't find what I was looking for, she told me, "impatience can't achieve my goal." At this time, my brothers and sisters-classmates came to help me, and I thought, "They must have done what my mother said. I can't forget her-my class, my mother.
I will go to the world in the future. She paved a spacious and bright road for me and guided me to a brilliant and beautiful tomorrow. She seems to be saying to me: "success is just around the corner, try to move forward!" " My son. "
She is my mother, our lovely class. I love her, I want to protect her and make her more beautiful with my wisdom and achievements.
My class collective composition 600 words 2 Our Class 3, Grade 2, Senior High School is a United and harmonious family, and it is a collective with the title of "civilized class".
The Chinese teacher in our class is a tall young teacher. His smile is always sincere. He loves us and trusts us. He believes that the students in our class (3) can rise with the sun tomorrow and rush to the peak of knowledge. His surname is Mao, but Mr. Mao is never rash. Teacher Mao's teaching method is different, which makes students learn easily and happily. Of course, it is more important to let us love learning Chinese and get the best grades. Teacher Mao loves not only literature but also music. He can play the violin, cello and erhu, as well as the harmonica and flute. How's it going? Our teacher is not bad!
The math teacher is Miss Chen. Teacher Chen is a very capable teacher. He is usually unsmiling, in sharp contrast to the teacher's humor, but he doesn't look fierce at all. Teacher Chen has a lovely son with curly hair, which is as interesting as Teacher Chen. I'll show you around sometime.
There are many naughty boys in the class. They called each other "iron buddies" and vowed to "share weal and woe". "Fu" hasn't come yet, but "difficulties" have come a lot. As soon as they saw the teacher's stern eyes, they betrayed each other. That's a fool. Among them, the "naughty king", known as "potato" or "careless", is very "cow" in front of male students, but very afraid of girls. Maybe he and the girl were "enemies" in their previous lives. The naughty boy can sing many popular songs and knows singers like the back of his hand. After class, he often chases and fights with boys, but when he comes to class, his eyes are straight. Say, is it a good boy or a bad boy?
Of course, there are also some glib "little talents" in the class, such as Yang. She is a lovely girl, and everything in the class is inseparable from her. Yang can also play the guzheng, but he has one shortcoming, that is, he is a little timid. You scared her with a fake snake. I bet she will run around crying. If you don't believe me, scare her.
Grade 2 (3) is an honor class, and we always win a championship in every competition. Ask our slogan, that is: "I'm afraid I can't do it, but I'm afraid I can't think of it." You, if you want to know all our secrets, welcome to Class 3, Grade 2.
My class collective composition 600 words 3 In our student days, on this long and colorful road, we laughed, grieved, succeeded, failed and lost ... It was our class collective who accompanied us through all this, and our classmates who lived together day and night. When we succeed, it is the result of the joint efforts of everyone in the class. When we are sad and frustrated, it is every classmate in the class who comforts and inspires each other, and we regain our confidence. When we were sick, it was our classmates who gave us help and warmth. A warm class group is like our second family!
In the time we spend together day and night, there are many interesting things, and every minute is so full and happy.
Take the singing contest as an example. Every morning, students arrive at school early, and melodious songs fly out of the window of Class 6 (1). After the painstaking rehearsal and practice of the whole class, it finally ushered in the moment of raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while. During the competition, the students held their heads high and smiled. We all looked at the conductor in unison, and we all worked hard for it. We give confident smiles and cheerful songs to the judges and audience in front of us. When the last note ended, we welcomed the applause of the audience and were proud of the class, which was more desirable than any joy.
However, these days, the whole class was blown down by the "flu" wind. Since moving into the new school, bad things have happened one after another, which has reduced the reputation of our class. Once upon a time, people's favorite elves were never found in our class, and they all became bad children in the eyes of teachers. A few days ago, our classmates cheated collectively, which disappointed the teacher. What caused these bad things? It is because the students are no longer as United and friendly as before, and everyone has their own selfishness: everyone wants to get good grades in the exam, get praise from the teacher and become the pride of the class, but we all forget that the reward from cheating is dirty. I hope the students will stand up again, save the honor of Class 6 (1), make efforts to turn over a new leaf, study hard and make Class 6 (1) shine again. composition
I love my class, and you let me know what collective pride is. In front of us is a more colorful and intense 6-year primary school life, and our class will accompany us through it and move towards a better future!
My class collective composition 600 words Uncle Qiu Si has packed his bags and left with chrysanthemums and grass. He is reluctant to say goodbye to everything. Prepare for the arrival of Sister Dong.
On campus, chrysanthemums and grass are just withered bodies. In order to make the campus full of vigor and vitality, we are going to pull out the dead bodies of chrysanthemum and grass, and wait for Brother Chun to wake them up. Our task in Class Two, Grade Seven is to transport chrysanthemums and grasses to an empty corner and let them fall asleep quietly. At first we thought it was too simple. Isn't that where they are transported? Who's afraid of who? But when the teacher led us, we were all shocked. It is almost as high as a hill. The teacher pulled us out of our surprise and said to us, "Students are lazy and brave. I believe that 72 of our classmates are the best. " It is this sentence that encourages us. So the students started a lively activity. Look, some students hold them in their hands, some students put them in glass bags, and some two people push them with cars. How hard they work! Even Mr. Sun is not idle. He is responsible for filling up the car of the classmate who pulls the car. Miss Man Liting in our class is also working hard regardless of her image. Not to mention Chen, a small doctor who is usually honest and introverted, he is really full of energy; Liu Ran was ill. She said we wouldn't let her do it, but she said, "Doing more exercise is good for your health. If you don't let me do it, you are hurting me. " We smiled helplessly. God seems to have a problem with us, and it's getting hotter and hotter. But the students are not afraid of heat, dirty and tired, and they are carefully stacked and moved. Sometimes tell a few jokes, and sometimes help each other move. Look, Wang Hongying is almost a little nurse. If students are stabbed, bled or cut, they will be bandaged. Finally, through our joint efforts, both the grass and the chrysanthemum fell asleep.
Although the students have become clay figurines covered in sweat, the joy of success is permeated in our hearts. After this activity, even if I encounter any difficulties in the future, I will solve them easily.