But I can't hold it, and my grip is numb, but I still haven't broken my egg. The students all felt incredible, and the scene was really wonderful. The following is a wonderful example of the composition of the third grade class I collected for you. I hope you like it.
Wonderful third-grade composition in class (1) Our PE teacher gave us a game lesson before Zha.
It was physical education class that day, but it was raining outside, so we had to play chess in the classroom. The irritating thing is that it's all gone. The teacher suggested, "Let's play some games!" On hearing the game, the whole class was full of energy at once. The teacher said, "let's play a game of' catching thieves' first!" But the students sitting in the middle of this game react faster than other students! " I thought: What kind of game should be like this? Forget it, anyway, my reaction must be faster than the two of them! Thinking, I looked at them both contemptuously. The teacher went on to say, "the students in the middle hold their right hands tightly, only extend their index fingers, and open their left fingers." The classmate on the right made his hand into the shape of cloth, while the classmate on the left clenched his fist and only extended his index finger. In this way, if the cloth hand wants to catch the little finger, the little finger has to escape. Can I count to three, two and one? ""good! " "Three, two, one! Start! " I grabbed Chen's hand at lightning speed and immediately pulled it back from me. Hahaha! I won!
The teacher invited several other students, including me. The teacher said that playing with the newspaper "7" made me uneasy. Reporting rule "7": Several people report in turn, according to 123456. It's 7 o'clock. Clap your hands instead of multiples of 7. Whoever reports, who reacts slowly, who makes mistakes, will be eliminated. It was a shoo-in, but 2 1 didn't count well and was laughed at by everyone. Alas, if I had known, I would have forgotten it first. ...
This course is really interesting!
Wonderful third-grade composition in class (II) Today, we had an interesting class. The teachers in this class are all our inexperienced fake teachers. I don't need to tell you how ridiculous this course is!
"Today, the application of this roll of paper depends on you." With teacher Zhang's announcement, our class is boiling, and everyone is scrambling to talk about this topic. Finally, we finally identified several small teachers, and in this way, the class began.
In fact, each has its own merits. I won't go into details here, but what impressed me the most was Zhang Zheng, a sports member of our class.
The first few little teachers didn't care if the students didn't understand. They are all asking themselves questions. When they finished speaking and listened to their classmates' suggestions, they returned to their seats. And this "Zhang" teacher learned the lessons of the previous few, and as soon as he came to the stage, he said, "Please read the questions together first!" Everyone thought it was very interesting, but I read it sentence by sentence, and the teacher began to talk about the topic regardless of whether it was neat or not. Maybe because I was too nervous, I played a lot of jokes. For example, I forgot to write the unit when I was drawing, saying that 60 meters is 60 centimeters, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. From time to time, Mr. Zhang turned to ask his classmates several questions, and the students who were asked didn't know what they were asking. That's ridiculous!
In a word, this class is really interesting, but it also exposes the students' shortcomings. We all hope that there will be more such classes in the future to make the class more interesting!
Today is Saturday, but our quiet campus has become lively.
Students from Class 3 and Class 4 all came to Boyi Hall for a long-awaited Chinese class. The teacher who came to teach us is an excellent teacher from Shanghai, Miss Yang. Teacher Yang won the first prize in the Shanghai Reading Competition. I feel very honored to attend Mr. Yang's class.
Class began, and the amiable teacher Yang appeared in front of us. Teacher Yang first asked the students to introduce themselves. The students introduced themselves one after another, and I quickly raised my hand. But Teacher Yang seemed to treat me like air, and walked past me, inviting other students. I am angry and annoyed, but I am not discouraged. I continued to raise my hand and waited for the teacher to let me answer. Finally, the teacher invited me and asked me, "Why did Bian Que dare to say that he could bring the prince back to life?" I replied, "Because Bian Que knew the cause of the prince's death from the guards, judging from his years of medical experience, the prince did not die." Say that finish, I quickly sat down, feeling both excited and excited. The teacher asked us another question. The students scrambled to raise their hands like a grove, eager for the teacher to invite them to express their wonderful opinions. Ding, when the bell rings, time is always so short and loved by others.
Teacher Yang's class is lively, interesting and wonderful, but it is still unsatisfactory. Hey! I really want to take another class like this.
Wonderful third-grade composition in class (Chapter 4) Seeing the composition topic in the examination room, my thoughts returned to the impressive Chinese class.
The classroom became noisy as soon as the bell rang. The students nervously recited the "I love this land" they learned yesterday. I looked nervously at the door with my back on my back, praying that the teacher would be late.
At this time, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom, and I was extremely nervous: "That's it, I completely forgot this morning ... If I ask questions later, it would be terrible ..."
The teacher cleared his throat and everyone stopped reciting. Sure enough, the teacher said, "Check your head and recite the text." His sharp eyes were mixed with a little encouragement to scan the class, and the classroom was silent, even quieter than when studying. I secretly looked around, and everyone's heads were almost low on the table, nervously looking at the book. The teacher suddenly added: "Today, my classmates will ask me questions."
Our heads were lifted in an instant, and our eyes turned to the teachers. We are all two monks-scratching our heads. I cast my questioning eyes on the same place, and she whispered, "What medicine is sold in the teacher's gourd?"
The teacher later said, "Reciting has always been a difficult task for students. A classmate asked me when I was reading this morning. Teachers always ask students to recite. Will they recite it by themselves? " I suddenly realized that in order for students to recite the meeting, teachers should first set an example, so I decided to recite this lesson by myself. "
We suddenly got excited, looked at the textbook carefully and checked whether there were any mistakes when the teacher recited it.
"If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat ..." The charming voice of the teacher echoed in the classroom, and we were brought into a brand-new world of poetry. In this world, there are poets who deeply love the motherland, hate the invaders, deeply love the motherland ravaged by Japan's iron hoof, and are passionate about contributing to the country. ...
After the teacher recited, we were still immersed in eloquent recitation. Then, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. The teacher's face burst into a happy smile. Outside at this time, the wind is rustling and birds are singing.
This is my favorite Chinese class.
Wonderful third-grade composition in class (Chapter 5) "Jingle bells, Jingle bells." The familiar bell rang and my thoughts drifted back to a composition class a few weeks ago, which was my favorite class. ...
It's a sunny morning. The teacher came before class and whispered to us, "I came so early today because I wanted to play a game with my classmates." As soon as the voice fell, the students were overjoyed and immediately jumped back to their seats, quietly listening to every word the teacher said.
This game is what we are very familiar with, "Draw others' noses". The rule is to cover your eyes with the teacher's scarf and draw a nose on a "face" on the blackboard.
The game started, and Xiao Lang was first drawn by the teacher. I saw him put a scarf on himself and slowly walked to the podium with a piece of white chalk. Every step he takes, he has to reach out and touch it, sweep it and judge whether he has reached his destination. However, by chance, I found that Xiao Lang easily bypassed the podium before his hand touched it! In less than a minute, he walked to the blackboard, easily picked up the chalk and drew a round nose under his eyes. Then he took off his scarf and returned to his seat with a smile. Looking at the accurate nose on the blackboard, I can't help thinking: Does Xiao Lang have perspective eyes? Looking around, everyone looked surprised.
In the second round, Xiaohong was hit. I saw her touching her hands forward like Xiao Lang, but she soon came to the front of the platform. Xiaohong's nose painting posture is similar to that of Xiao Lang. However, as soon as she took off her scarf, she smiled shyly and said to the teacher, "teacher, I can see the blackboard because the scarf is not fastened." Can I do it again? "
The teacher glanced at Xiaohong and nodded approvingly: "Actually, it's not because you didn't fasten it, but because this scarf is so thin that you can see the outside even if you fasten it." I want to tell you through this game that you should be honest ... "
After that, we will never do anything deceptive again. I like this class, because of its special significance, it will be engraved in my heart forever.
Wonderful class composition (Chapter VI) Several friends talked about their favorite classes together, and their thoughts returned to the impressive Chinese class-
Although the bell rang for the first class that day, no students went out to play, and everyone was nervously reciting the text learned yesterday. I looked at the door with my back and prayed that the teacher would come later. Just then, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom, and I was extremely nervous: "That's it, I forgot all about it this morning ... If I ask questions later, it would be terrible ..."
The teacher looked around the classroom and everyone stopped reciting. Sure enough, the teacher said, "Let's check the text recitation." His sharp eyes were mixed with a little encouragement to scan the class, and the classroom was silent, even quieter than when studying. I secretly looked around, and almost everyone's heads were low on the table. The teacher suddenly added: "Today, my classmates will ask me questions." Our heads were lifted in an instant, and our eyes were fixed on the teacher. We were both monks-scratching our heads. I cast a questioning look at my deskmate, and she whispered, "What medicine is sold in the teacher's gourd?"
The teacher went on slowly: "Reciting has always been a difficulty for students. A classmate asked me when I was studying this morning. Teachers always ask students to recite. Can I recite it myself? " I suddenly realized that in order for students to recite the meeting, teachers should first set an example, so I decided to recite this lesson by myself. "We suddenly got excited, looked at the textbook carefully and checked whether there were any mistakes when the teacher recited.
"If I were a bird/I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this storm-hit land is always filled with our rivers of grief and indignation ..." The charming voice of the teacher echoed in the classroom, and we were brought into a brand-new world of poetry. In this world, there are poets who love the motherland, poets who hate the invaders and poets who are dedicated to the country. ...
The teacher finished reciting quickly, but we were still immersed in vivid reciting. Then, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom. The teacher's face burst into a happy smile.
I have taken countless Chinese classes, but I will never forget this one.