On July 3rd, I went to Ma Site School to attend a training class. After the Olympics math class, I changed my position, rested for ten minutes, and continued my composition class.

This composition class is about short people cleaning the blackboard. The teacher asked four students to scribble on the blackboard first. Everyone "Qi Xin made concerted efforts" to paint the blackboard at sixes and sevens, and not a corner remained untouched.

Then, the teacher chose Robin, the shortest person in our class. Wearing a ponytail, a pink T-shirt and dark blue jeans, she walked slowly to the podium. She hesitated, took the blackboard eraser, and began to wipe it from the lower right corner, vigorously wiping the chalk marks on the blackboard, with her left hand hanging beside her and her right hand shaking her head.

Then, she began to wipe the upper part. She held the blackboard in her left hand, her right hand gradually straightened, her toes slowly stood on tiptoe, her head gradually leaned back, and she tried to "straighten herself".

When wiping the edge of the blackboard, her gesture turns left and right, and sometimes she wipes it with a corner of the blackboard eraser.

Finally, when it was time to wipe the top, I saw her feet slightly open, her left and right hands bent and her head lifted to the maximum. She squatted down, jumped up like a frog, slapped her left hand on the blackboard at the fastest speed, grabbed the eraser with her right hand and waved it quickly, then fell down. Repeatedly, I still couldn't erase the chalk marks.

She tilted her head and looked helplessly at the row of chalk marks, which made her feel far behind. I can see that she is depressed and anxious and doesn't know what to do.

The students saw it, some laughed, some cheered, and some were expressionless. Everyone rushed to give her advice, but it was useless. Finally, I asked another classmate to help her clean. It seems that it will grow taller in the future, or the blackboard will not be wiped!

2. 150 The composition describing the actions of two students to clean the blackboard between classes is Thursday, and it's my turn to clean the blackboard again.

After class, I looked at the dense words on the blackboard and thought, this time it's not as easy as last time! It's not easy to wipe! I picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped it from top to bottom, from left to right ... I finally finished wiping it, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

But when I got back to my seat, I found that there were still faint handwriting reflected on the blackboard. What shall we do? My arm is too sour to lift. Forget it. I've already wiped it anyway. I was about to sit down with my head down when I saw the red scarf on my chest at a glance. It seems to say to me, "Don't just think about yourself. The teacher will have to write on the blackboard later in class. Can students see clearly? "

Thinking of this, I quickly stepped onto the platform and picked up the blackboard eraser. This time I wiped it carefully, and the dust fell on my head, clothes and hands like snowflakes. The lower part of the blackboard was finally wiped clean. I stretched out my arm, stood on tiptoe and began to wipe. Although my arm is sore and numb, I keep rubbing it hard. Only a small part of the blackboard is out of reach. I moved to the stool, stepped on it carefully and continued to wipe it carefully. The stool moved back and forth four times before the whole blackboard was polished black and shiny.

And at this time, I am like a face. But I still smiled happily when I thought that my classmates could clearly see the words on the blackboard.

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1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when * * * rings, you are like a ship, turning the textbooks parked in the harbor into pulp with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.

Grandpa has a bronzed face, eyes like two bells and a wisp of goatee floating on his pointed chin. He is tall and has broad shoulders. Although he is over 70 years old, he can speak with a powerful voice like Hong Zhong. Even the young man can't keep up with him when he walks.

3. Dad has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of big eyes are always shining with stern eyes. Probably because of long-term mental work, the deep wrinkles on his forehead are commensurate with his age of less than forty.

4, my brother's eyes are highly myopic, and he can't live without glasses everywhere, just like a "blind man". Just take off his glasses and he will look like a sheep in front of me. One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair. He asked me to bring him some soap to drink. I proudly thought: Hum! I'll run errands for you first, and then my treat. After a while, my brother craned his neck and beat soap bubbles all over his face. As soon as I saw the time was up, I quietly took my brother's basin away. After rubbing his hair, my brother went to wash his hair and took a handful of water and an empty one. He hurried to look for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap bubbles made him burst into tears. He groped his way like a blind man, groping around, and finally picked up a towel and wiped his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred, so he went to find his glasses.

5. Xiao Maotou is very small, and his head is only as big as my big doll; His face is round and red, like a big apple. She slept soundly, her eyes closed tightly, like two lines; Two eyebrows are like two crescent moons; Small mouth often moves, as if sucking milk. She was wrapped in a small quilt, tied tightly by a rope and did not move.

6. My sister is ten years old this year and is in the third grade of primary school. On her red face, a pair of big eyes are smart. Black hair, two curved eyebrows, like a crescent moon. One of her white teeth is missing. When she smiles, she becomes an open tooth, which is very cute.

7. Xiao Ju is 14 years old this year, but his figure is not high, his arms are still so small, his cheekbones are still protruding, and his ten fingers are like a pile of dead bamboo branches, which seems to be broken when folded; Because she is thin, she looks very light.

4. How can our class write a note on the blackboard eraser? His name is XXX. Because he is not tall, he sits in the first row. He always looks very serious in class, but his academic performance is not very satisfactory. Sometimes I feel that giving is not proportional to returning, so I am talking about a child like him. He has a habit that every time the teacher leaves the classroom after class, he is always cleaning the blackboard. It should not be said that he is sure. It has always been this short and serious little boy. And he works hard every time, as if afraid of who is better than him. All the students in our class affectionately call him the blackboard eraser.

Once I finally couldn't help asking him curiously: "Blackboard Eraser, why do you always rush to clean the blackboard?"

"Because I don't want to let this disgusting thing on the damn blackboard torture me 1 minute! ! ! "

"Ah ... SOGA…… ..."

5. How to write a composition that I learned to clean the blackboard?

Today is the duty of our group. As I am the tallest, the task of cleaning the blackboard falls on my head.

I'll erase the chalk words with the blackboard eraser first, then take a rag, soak it in water, wring it out and clean the blackboard. When I was almost finished, I met a problem: there was a black stain on the blackboard. I thought: I must clean it up. Various methods have been tried, and finally the black stain was removed in one breath.

The students standing by all gave thumbs up and said, "You are great". I said, "Nothing, nothing." I thought to myself: I did really well today.

6. Write a process of cleaning the blackboard, using sequential words, what to do first and then what to do. I picked up the blackboard eraser and erased the following contents first. White chalk dust flies in the movement of the blackboard eraser.

I wiped all the chalk words below, and then stood on tiptoe to wipe the middle line. I'm not tall, so it's hard to polish and my arms are sore. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me how hard our teacher should work. Her neat blackboard writing facilitates our study, but their arms and legs are so tired.

Thinking of this, I clean the blackboard harder. If we can't do anything important for our teachers, we can at least guarantee a clean environment. I can't erase the words on the top blackboard, so I have to move a chair and stand on it to erase the last line.

By the time I finished cleaning the blackboard, my head was already dizzy.

7. Write a composition from the perspective of the blackboard. Memories of 400 words on the blackboard

There is always a blackboard in front of the classroom from school. If we look back at the school days with fast-forward lens, it must be that people come and go in front of the blackboard, and the contents on the blackboard are full and empty, empty and full. In this process, it seems that only the list of students on duty written in the upper left corner of the blackboard has not changed. There are always people who manually write down the words "students on duty", followed by several names. I don't know how the owners of these names feel.

At least when I was a child, I hated being a student on duty. When I saw my name written reluctantly on the blackboard, my heart was inevitably sad. At that time, the strength was small, and it always took more than half an hour for a student to be on duty. After hard work, the teacher always says things like "sissy" and "I certainly didn't do anything at home".

Once it was my turn to be on duty and have a holiday at noon. I discussed it with several other students on duty and decided to unify my voice: don't ask, don't know, don't do it, blame the public anyway. I went home happily after the noon holiday. Maybe I was so happy that I left my holiday homework at school. On the way back to school, I felt a little uneasy: will our classroom be the only one that is still in a mess? I pushed open the door of the classroom and found our head teacher cleaning the blackboard with a rag on his foot. The teacher smiled at me naturally: "I forgot to say that the students on duty at noon today will be on duty, and everyone probably forgot." Anyway, I'm fine, so I'll clean it myself. "

I froze for a while, nodded stupidly, then picked up the broom and cleaned the classroom with the class teacher. Chatting while cleaning, the class teacher who usually looks strict is also very talkative. She just graduated from college and is not tall. She had to tiptoe to clean the blackboard. "It's not the first time anyway, and I'm very happy to help you clean the classroom." The teacher didn't complain about such labor. "Besides, you children don't do housework at ordinary times, and you can't clean it." After cleaning, looking at the bright classroom, I also have a sense of satisfaction. I climbed into the chair carefully and wrote down the names of the teacher and me under the duty student in the upper left corner of the blackboard.

Now, I always cherish every opportunity to be a student on duty. This opportunity to do something for everyone is actually rare. In school, there will be the burden of schoolwork and fierce competition, but more is pure happiness, such as the happiness brought by labor. Just as the list of students on duty is just the corner of the blackboard, that memory is just the corner of the good memories in the school, which I cherish very much.

8. Composition about the blackboard: The 600-word blackboard is an indispensable prop in the classroom, and the teacher uses the magic of wisdom to gather wisdom here; The blackboard is the stage for Mr. Starlight Glimmer, who teaches us knowledge as a star. Blackboard, a photo album we recall, witnessed the joys and sorrows of our five-year-old classmates-our growth and sublimation from ignorance to spreading our wings.

When the bright sunshine entered the classroom, the teacher's chalk kept writing on the blackboard, which reminded me of that memory on the blackboard.

The Chinese teacher is here. On the blackboard, she depicts the world with various amorous feelings-Feng Jicai who stirred up a hornet's nest, Zhu Ziqing who dozed in Yangzhou Teahouse, Spartacus who galloped on the battlefield of freedom, Confucius who taught students in accordance with their aptitude ... from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to Greek mythology; From a flower in the garden to a comrade-in-arms of the old Red Army ... we walked into the classroom with infinite imagination of the world. The notes on the blackboard are a guide map and a time machine, which carry us through time and space, dreams and reality.

When the math teacher comes, the world of mathematics is endless, which requires both bold speculation and careful argumentation. We walked into the classroom with infinite thinking about the world. The teacher's blackboard writing is the best navigation. Everyone sometimes raises a pen, sometimes thinks, and is excited to solve every problem. Blackboard is a passage full of infrared rays, which needs us to cross carefully.

The English teacher came, and all the knowledge of English grammar theory and English sentence patterns ... puzzled us. We want to talk freely with foreigners, so we cheer up and remember every word and sentence on the blackboard. Outside school, we help foreigners in the city solve their difficulties.

9. The essay describing the action effect is 80 to 100 words. I immediately reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly and threw the wind wheel to the ground, which squashed it. In terms of age and strength, he can't compare with me. Of course, I won a complete victory, so I proudly walked out, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. -Lu Xun

He is already in the living room, and his clothes are wrinkled. I suddenly shouted to him: Why don't you take off your clothes and go to bed? ! After a loud roar, I stupidly realized why I forgot to help him take it off before going to bed. I turned around in shame and brought him a comb to comb his hair. He obediently sat down and asked me to help him sort out his short black hair. I dipped the towel in the water, rubbed his face awkwardly and stiffly, and shaved off his new beard. -& lt； ; Finally admit that you are old >

He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. -& lt； ; Back off >

There are many people flying kites in the square, standing, sitting and running. I saw that they all looked up with their mouths open, with a spool in one hand and a long line in the other, and their eyes were tightly fixed on their kites.

Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, just like

Many fish eyes and small pieces of tofu are kept inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. Pot in the "foreign stove"

(kerosene doesn't blow the stove), the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night now, and the house is very old, although

The "foreign light" is on, but it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The foreign stove is too high, dad.

Kiss often stands up, slightly upturned face, bright eyes, from the dense heat into chopsticks, pick up tofu, one by one.

Put it in our soy sauce dish. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. this

No eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; es1000a

The table looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from his father's chopsticks in the hot air.

It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I are sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou.

In the teaching, it was written in advance: "We will visit the West Lake, whether in winter." The moonlight that night was really good, and now I think it's still like a photo.

My treat. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine, on the lake.

It seems that we are the only rowing boat. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver.

Son. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan wrote two poems: "Count the stars, count the lights."

Recognize the fishing village and understate the traces in the distance. "We don't talk much, just paddling. I gradually fell asleep. P jun

"Hello", I just raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, so

The edge is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. It's already ten o'clock.

That was many years ago, and Mr. S wrote frequently. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he collected special tax in a special tax bureau.

I haven't heard from you since.

After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. Only one, two.

The long street in the village. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, a little light shines on people's windows.

Walking with torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. There is wind and sky in the pine forest on the mountain.

The shadows of the last two birds. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter,

It is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because of walking

There are too few people, and sometimes there is sound. It sounds like a distant wind, but it's actually outside the window. We are outside.

Passers-by often just sit at home except going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although outside

It is always winter, but it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, and when I came back, the wide windows in the kitchen downstairs were open side by side.

Next to them are their mother and son; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us;

The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she's dead. Let's go

Four years later, I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.

Zhu Ziqing Winter