Every time I see a small tree broken for no reason; There are gray-black footprints on the white wall for a while, and then as a drawing board, messy paintings; My uncle just finished cleaning the dirty street. After a while, a lot of rubbish appeared in the street. My heart really hurts.
From now on, if I see such a phenomenon again, I must stop it. But there are still many civilized people.
For example, when there is a lot of rubbish on the ground, some students take the initiative to clean it up. He is in our class. Another time, an old lady wanted to cross the road, but there were too many cars to cross. A classmate helped her cross the road.
If every student in our class starts with their little things, our class will definitely become a civilized class.
I remember when I first came to the experimental primary school, I was still a young, ignorant, introverted and somewhat shy boy. Every time I speak in class, my legs tremble. Later, with the encouragement of my teacher, I gradually got rid of this problem and often took the initiative to participate in some school activities, which made me grow from a naive child to a sensible young pioneer.
When I first went to school, my handwriting was not good, and I often couldn't get an "A" when I wrote. Seeing other people's handwriting is so good, I am eager to write well from the bottom of my heart.
Later, under the teacher's supervision and guidance, my calligraphy improved significantly this semester, and my confidence was strengthened. Over the past year and a half, under the care and guidance of the experimental primary school teachers, I won the first prize of the 20th anniversary essay activity of the provincial language and literature magazine, the first national outstanding essay award for welcoming the Olympic Games, the violin art pacesetter, the learning pacesetter, and the artistic works award ... I love the experimental primary school, and the experimental primary school grew up with me: the school gate was built, the table tennis room was built, computers were used in every class, and the primary school attached to Beijing Normal University was connected to the internet and enrolled students. I would like to grow up with the experimental primary school and move towards a brilliant tomorrow together.
3. The essay topic "Me and School" is helpful to write about a school. It has always been linked with my 30-year life experience, and I am also witnessing the changes and development of the school.
I studied in a primary school in our village in the mid-1980s. At that time, the primary school in our village was the town center primary school, and children from several nearby villages came here to go to school, so the conditions were also the best in the primary schools in the village at that time.
There are always three rows of bungalows, with about five households in each row. The first two rows are classrooms and offices, and the last row is teachers' dormitory.
There are only tables and benches in the classroom. The bench was shared by two people at that time. There is no ceiling on the roof, but there are wooden beams with several electric lights hanging on them.
At that time, primary schools also had to study at night, and electric lights were very useful. Compared with today's children, childhood at that time may be monotonous and poor, but it is beautiful in my heart.
Each of us will have a small slate and a few pieces of chalk in our schoolbag, which are much thinner than those used by the teacher. Most schoolbags are also made of cloth. At that time, there were few schoolbags on both shoulders.
However, I have a red schoolbag with two shoulders that my father bought me from Heilongjiang. My classmates are particularly envious of me, so I regard it as the capital of trading friends, and I will exchange schoolbags with whoever plays best. At that time, it was common to change the back of schoolbags and pencil boxes with classmates.
Because each child only has one schoolbag and one pencil box. So in order not to let adults spend money, but also to feel the happiness brought by different schoolbags or pencil cases, the children came up with such a good idea.
The person who came up with this idea is really clever. Today's children will never experience this kind of happiness and friendship.
No matter which teacher attends class, it is almost the same scene: the teacher stands on a high platform with the class, talking and writing and drawing on the blackboard with chalk. Every time there is an exam, the teacher will come to class with an iron plate, wax paper and a pen with a needle.
After giving us homework, we began to spread wax paper on the iron plate and creak with a pen with a needle. At that time, I was particularly envious of this move. I kept looking at the teacher and thinking: What's it like to write on waxed paper with a stylus? When can I have such an iron plate and such a pen? About 1988, our village demolished a bungalow and built a two-story building, which is the first building in our village.
I thought it was beautiful. Little relatives from other villages come to my house to play, especially envious of me, because I can sit in the building and have classes. In the last year of primary school, I studied in the only two-story building in the village.
9 1, in junior high school, in our town. This is really a big school, with three small buildings and countless students (now think about it, there are 1000 people), but I felt a lot at that time, because children from more than a dozen villages in the town came here to go to school. I first saw the "projector" here. Whenever the teacher wants to have an open class, he will ask the students to move it to the podium and then pull a white curtain on the blackboard. This should be the most advanced teaching instrument at that time.
We looked at this novelty with wide eyes and couldn't help putting our hands on the booth after class. A big palm immediately appeared on the screen. Hehe, is this how the movie was made? The lack of knowledge makes me have no deeper thinking.
Learning, only learning is the only way out for a peasant child. 1995, I was admitted to a normal school and left home for the first time with the congratulations of my teacher and the expectations of my parents.
I saw the computer for the first time in this higher-level institution of learning. The teacher told us that it was called 386. When we turned on the computer, we saw a black screen. The teacher taught us to enter a long list of DOS commands to complete simple operations. I soon learned to type and play games on the computer.
I went home and chatted with my parents. They didn't know what a computer was. I study hard at school for my wonderful childhood teacher dream.
1998, I was assigned to work in an experimental primary school. I just walked out of the campus and re-entered the campus, just changed my identity. At that time, there was only one feeling in my heart: it was great that a rural child could teach in a school in the county.
My parents taught me to work hard, and I always remember my parents' simple teaching. When I first went to school to report, I tried to find the difference between it and my childhood school.
Too big: the classrooms are all buildings, and they are four floors. A stool is no longer a bench. There are also computer rooms, language rooms, dance rooms, laboratories and so on. It's almost the same as my normal school, and it's nothing compared with my childhood school.
I thought to myself how happy the children who can go to school here are. Such a good environment also provides a broader development space for itself. I secretly made up my mind that I must work hard to make some achievements.
When I first joined the work, teachers mainly used textbooks, textbooks, pens and notebooks to prepare lessons. At that time, there were only two computers for office use: one was 586 and the other was 486. The operating system of 586 is windows93, which is the most advanced and used to type files for leaders.
Because I know a little about computers, I am often lucky enough to be called by the leaders to help me print some documents. I studied dos at school, but it was windows93 at work. At that time, I really felt that there was a gap between what I learned from books and the actual work.
I took advantage of this opportunity to type documents and study secretly, and soon I mastered making various forms. It is also the first time to actually use a printer. At that time, printers were all pin-type, and the things they made were particularly loud and slow.
But even so, not everyone can use it. I am really glad that I have mastered a new technology early. The electrochemical equipment for teaching has not been greatly improved, and it is still a "projector".
The computers in the school computer room are all 386 and 486 without hard disks, and the monitors are all black and white. Students also learn simple DOS commands and logo languages. These boring knowledge make children lose interest in computers to some extent. The exam is coming, I think I can finally get a piece of iron plate and wax paper, but at that time there was a more advanced method: arranging the layout on the computer and printing it on wax paper with a needle printer, which was fast and neat. There were really some small ones at that time.
I am proud of my real age. I am proud of my real age. 400 words touched the anniversary-I am proud of my real age. The anniversary day has finally arrived. This is not only the birthday of our school, but also an important festival for all our teachers and students.
Although I was not selected to participate in the school celebration performance, I was equally happy and proud. I am proud of our school.
She has such a long history, from Maoxi Primary School in 1922 to "Ningbo Experimental Primary School" and "Primary School Attached to Ningbo University" today. After 90 years of hard work, she is strong and upright. I am proud of our school.
She has such a profound cultural heritage, from a private primary school at the beginning of its establishment to a "green school", "moral education experimental school", "modern educational technology experimental school" and "famous school with experimental demonstration window" today. She has been a bright spot for 90 years. I am proud of our school.
She has so many outstanding alumni, ranging from experts from China Academy of Engineering and famous economists in China to civil servants in charge of all aspects. She has been teaching for 90 years, educating people like scholars and fragrant plums. I am proud of our school, her excellence, her connotation and her achievements.
I am proud to study in this school, proud of her spacious and bright school building and advanced teaching facilities, and proud of her excellent and high-quality teachers. It is my pleasure to study in "Shixiao"; I am deeply honored to be in the same school with many experts and scholars; I feel honored to be able to associate with high-quality students on and off the stage; I feel lucky to have so many excellent teachers to teach me.
The stage was brilliant and the audience applauded constantly. The oath in Le He Hua Shi reminds me for the last time, "I am proud to be a real child today, and I will be proud to be a real child tomorrow".
As an oath on the stage, it went away with the end of the program, but as an oath under the stage, it has been deeply engraved in my heart, it is also my oath, it is my oath. Vows need to be adhered to, just like keeping promises and observing discipline. We should not only keep them, but also be firm.
As the saying goes, "Shushan has a hard road, and learning the sea is endless." This is persistence, perseverance, hardship, perseverance, perseverance.
"It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi." If you don't reach your oath, you won't pay it back. I will stick to my faith, face it, and face this just-started road to knowledge and study.
I will persevere in the spirit of "being practical and small"; I will unswervingly move towards a "really small" tomorrow; I will engrave my oath in my heart and move forward with perseverance! "I am proud of being small today, and I will be proud of being small tomorrow!" .
5. Parents write a composition: I have been telling the story of the school for almost three years.
As a junior high school student, I seem to be much older and changed. I still remember that interview when I was in the sixth grade-because it was a famous school ... it was okay, anyway, I needed an interview, and it was cruel for thousands of people to choose 500 people.
I remember that the teacher seemed to be a classroom for high school students-the books were still there, and some of them were bold-or rude. They took out high school students' books and read them. When they heard the cough, as soon as they saw it was the teacher, they quickly stuffed the book into the desk, and then put the baby there, speechless ... Fortunately, the teacher didn't see them (I seriously doubt that he pretended not to see them) and walked away. They are one kind of people, and most of them are another: they can't be more nervous.
The classmates who came in with me have been playing with her pen. Some people are sitting up and don't know what they are thinking. As for me, I never expected to get into this school. I'm just going through the motions at the request of my annoying mother.
I have no hope of going to this school, and I have never thought about going to this school. I'm still lazily chewing gum to kill time.
"Damn, wasting my weekend." That's what I thought at the time.
After a while, I wandered to the edge of the trash can, spit out chewing gum at will, and then walked back to my seat. I remember those people's eyes followed me all the time. I was surprised: why are you so nervous? The teacher came over and told us to be quiet and said a lot of cliches. Anyway, I didn't listen and didn't bother to listen-nonsense.
The interview was presided over by three female examiners. Female examiners should be kind and patient.
The exam is in English. To tell the truth, my English is not good. I can see that this time.
I stuttered through the article without reading many words. It's right there. I don't even know what article I'm reading. The answer to that question is even more ingenious: I didn't say whether the two questions were right or not, but I didn't answer the third question alone. I don't even know how I survived.
After the interview, there is a lottery. God decides, and no one knows. I didn't worship Buddha or make a wish, but I got in. It's really a trick. Others want to go in, but I don't.
If you don't advance, you will advance. I'm not returning it.
6. The topic of the composition is: (I love my campus) and (My growing story) Beautiful campus.
Our school is very beautiful. Whenever I walk into this lovely school, it makes me feel refreshed and relaxed.
In spring, our campus is full of flowers, bees are busy picking honey, and butterflies join in the fun, not to mention the birds singing and twittering, so happy! Grass crawled out of the soil, looking at this strange world, the earth seemed soft and the students were playing on it. There are still catkins in the campus in spring. The naughty little seed fell on the students' faces, which made them laugh.
In summer, the wind is very hot, and the students' faces are hot and hot, as hot as a stove. The playground seems to be cracked, and cicadas call in the tree, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot." The grass was too hot to lift its head and the flowers faded. They all hope for a heavy rain. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and it began to rain cats and dogs. Wash everything on the playground, the trees are greener, the flowers are redder and the grass is more energetic.
In autumn, there are yellow leaves everywhere in the school. Now there are only a few branches left on the lush tree. They are not happy. The tender skin of the grass has turned yellow. It seems that there are fallen leaves on campus, and it seems that ships are sailing and butterflies are flying. How beautiful!
In winter, the school becomes a white world wrapped in silver. The snow on the branches dressed the branches as silver bars, and the whole tree looked like a fairy dancing. The playground has been watered into a skating rink, and students can also play on it.
School is the world where we study and the paradise where we grow up. I love my school.
At the school gate, there is a publicity window on the left, which records the situation of the school and some excellent teachers. On the right are seven gold-plated characters pasted on scarlet granite. Shining in the sun, very dazzling. According to the teacher, it was written by the famous calligrapher Qi Gong. Walking into the school, there are four big trees on each side, guarding our school like soldiers. There are two publicity windows in the middle, one is for the teacher, and the other is for the flowing red flag of the weekly competition in each class.
When I was a child, I was a timid person, afraid to stay at home alone in broad daylight. With the growth of age, although I have made a lot of progress, I am still a little afraid of the dark and I really want to find a chance to practice my courage.
The opportunity has finally come. It was a Friday night. I am watching TV at leisure. My mother told me to go shopping in the supermarket. I thought to myself: this is a good opportunity to exercise my courage, and the money I get can also buy snacks. It's the best of both worlds. So, I rushed out of the door with the money.
However, as soon as I got out of the door, I regretted it a little. It was dark everywhere, and the trees on the roadside bared their teeth like monsters, which scared me to look aside. And I walked a path without street lights, so I could only walk a few steps and stop for a few seconds by the faint light in the residential building. In this way, I walked a dozen paces in fear, thinking: as long as I get to the place where there is light, I don't have to be afraid. It was so quiet all around, only hearing my heartbeat, I couldn't help but shrink my neck into my collar, just like a snail hiding in its shell for a sense of security. Suddenly, a white thing appeared in front of me, and I shouted "Ah". Unexpectedly, it was scared away by my voice, and I knew it was a white cat. At this time, I have already broken out in a cold sweat, hoping to leave this "horrible" place quickly. I quickened my pace and finally saw the signboard lights in the supermarket. I ran to the supermarket like a straw. ...
When I got to the supermarket, I was relieved and went home after shopping. I had to come to that dark path again, and the tense atmosphere hit me again. How can I be so timid? Don't! I want to be brave, I want to overcome my fear! I have to find a way. Then, I remembered the story of "Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse", thinking of their ridiculousness, and skipped forward. ...
Unconsciously, I have arrived at my door. I am both surprised and happy. I walked that path alone, and my heart was full of sweetness. Now, I am not afraid of the dark, because I know that fear comes from the heart. If I want to conquer fear, I must conquer myself.
7. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "The Story of Campus". Campus is our second home. There have been many colorful stories on campus. Let me choose the most impressive story to tell you! I still can't forget the tug-of-war and other competitions in our class in the fifth grade sports meeting.
Although it is winter, people always feel very hot on the playground. Before the game, some students were rubbing their hands, some took off their clothes and hats, and their faces were tight.
Our class is full of energy and ready to fight at any time. We all have the confidence to win. The teacher fixed the position of the hemp rope and both sides were ready.
"Du" only listened to the teacher's command, and the students worked hard all over and flushed. Our class is the strongest. He frowned, landed on his feet, crouched down, leaned back slightly, grabbed the hemp rope with both hands and pulled hard. The other party is not to be outdone, gnashing their teeth and never relaxing.
You won't let me go to our two classes, and I won't let you go. Some students are sweating profusely, but they still persevere and strive for the final victory.
The students behind gritted their teeth and tried their best, and they didn't relax until the last moment. "Du" teacher's whistle sounded, the game ended successfully, we won, the students were in high spirits and complacent, while the students in the other class were all sad, depressed and listless.
Tug of war not only exercises our bodies and cultivates our interests, but also makes us feel that unity is strength, and we must unite in the future to succeed. Stories on campus There are many things on campus.
There are big things and small things. At this time, there are two things that are the most common and common: studying and sweeping snow.
Why do you want to connect these two things? The reason is simple: when students talk about learning, they think of homework and exams first, and then teachers. When sweeping the snow at school, it is also the teacher who guides the students to work together.
It can be seen that there is a medium between these two things. Learning is nothing more than studying, taking exams, studying and taking exams again.
Just like when you grilled fish, put some oil on it; Bake it, turn it over and sprinkle some pepper. The final exam is also the final exam here.
Just in time for the mid-term exam, the "old farmer" who has never been to the "Palace" (East Multimedia) in my life went in for the first time. ! That's a joy in my heart! No, you should be careful when you come here, and don't let others catch the laughing stock. So I dare not move during the exam, dare not move after the exam, and even dare not go to the toilet.
Look around during the exam; After answering the paper, I glanced at it and saw that no students or teachers were looking at me, so I slammed it on the table. Although the voice is not loud and my head doesn't hurt, several people are staring at me.
Then I knew: I was still embarrassed! 1 1, it's snowing It usually snows, first sleet, then light snow, or medium snow, then heavy snow, and then two snowstorms, so this winter has passed.
But this time, the snow is different. After a few tears, I began to get angry. I grabbed a basin of snow and threw it into the ground like crazy! In a blink of an eye, the earth put on its winter coat. At this moment, I thought to myself: Do you think this snow will not be angry when it sees its vent being worn as a cotton-padded jacket? It seems that I was right. It's snowing even harder.
At this time, a scene came to my mind: it was dark and we arrived at school. The teacher began to instruct the students to clear the snow.
The students below laughed from time to time. Sleeping snow, already tired from splashing snow, was awakened by this laughter.
Thought: damn people! ! It's not enough punishment for you to laugh when you piss me off, is it? ! So he exerted all his strength and began to rain cats and dogs, and the snow began to fall endlessly ... It can be seen that the snow is not easy to provoke. We made her angry. Will she stop snowing for us at Christmas? That would be boring ... the story of the campus walks into the campus and everything looks so beautiful.
We read aloud in the clear morning, and started a tense day in the morning breeze, recording our energetic years. This is a campus story.
Life in grade three is tense and full, so we should be "immersed, all in English." Students often sit around to overcome difficulties. The problem of being sleepy for a long time was solved, and the students all laughed, as if the breeze had blown away the dark clouds.
A well-written "Jiangchengzi" written by a famous classmate: "Teenagers are crazy and boundless. They laughed at Lvliang, and after several years of sharpening their swords, they are going to try their best now ... "Such lofty aspirations have made me full of emotion surge and confidence. Knowledge points such as Ye Zhe, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, ABCD and the sound of power and light seem to be full of vitality and come to us with a smile.
At noon, the students were talking and laughing, and the classroom was full of vitality. But that day, we shed tears.
The teacher cheered us on in a hoarse voice. Looking at the tired and reluctant eyes of the teacher, we shed tears.
I don't want the teacher to worry about us anymore. For this love, we will try our best to achieve excellent results and repay our teachers. Yes, I will! Because our energy and love will work miracles! Once I went to the preparatory grade to give a report with a classmate. A boy asked, "elder sister, what do you think of the success or failure of life?" We paused for a moment. After a while, I said, "Pursuit and yearning are necessary in life, but real success is hard to come by."
I only hope that you, including ourselves, can complete the whole or incomplete journey of life. "They smiled, their faces full of sunshine and childishness.
We also laughed, because we had such a pure and happy life. Jingjing's campus has left us many stories, which are so wonderful and energetic.
There is a sincere friendship accompanied by blind date, a faint dawn, cheers and shouts flying all over the field, and a perfect artistic conception of red leaves and rain hitting banana in the sunset; There are teenagers sitting quietly at their desks, diligent gardeners, tension of 3. 1 minute, and more youthful vigor. Write it down, write down those energetic years, write down those campus stories that we can't forget.
8. A sunny afternoon with me, and the story of me and the cleaner.
It happened to be the western holiday Christmas, and the breeze was blowing gently. I am also in a good mood, humming a song in my mouth and walking on the way to school.
However, when I saw the scene in front of me, my mood suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy. Why? It turns out that there are many food bags and plastic bottles lying on the school road, and some plastic bags are still flying in the sky.
I also saw some students who didn't care about the environment throw their bags on the road after eating snacks. I picked up the bags and found that the food in these bags is the "three noes" food that the school forbids to eat and buy! Will seriously endanger our health! And seriously damaged the environment around the school! A cleaner came here, and he began to pick up garbage bags and plastic bottles discarded by his classmates. Seeing the lonely figure of the cleaner, I remembered a sentence: "Help others!" " .
So, I also began to help cleaners pick up garbage. The cleaner said to me gently, "Thank you, son."
Where are you going to school? Don't be late. I'll just clean it here. ""you're welcome. "
I said, "This is what I should do." Anyway, there's nothing meaningful to do if you go early. Why not help you? "Chatting with the cleaner's aunt, I picked up a lot of rubbish.
The cleaner took out his watch and said to me, "Look at your watch, son. It's almost class time. Go to school quickly. " Let me take a closer look, ah! It's 1: 45! We will be late soon! I hurried to say goodbye to the cleaner and ran forward like a bird.
On the road, on the road, I still vaguely heard the aunt cleaner's call "Let's go, children", which I still can't forget.
It makes me understand: happiness is a perfume when you sprinkle it on others.
9. Write an article on the topic of "The Story of Campus" and walk into the campus. Everything looks so beautiful with a faint fragrance. We read aloud in the clear morning, and started a tense day in the morning breeze, recording our energetic years. This is a campus story.
Life in grade three is tense and full, so we should be "immersed, all in English." Students often sit around to overcome difficulties. The problem of being sleepy for a long time was solved, and the students all laughed, as if the breeze had blown away the dark clouds. A well-written "Jiangchengzi" written by a famous classmate: "Teenagers are crazy and boundless. They laughed at Lvliang, and after several years of sharpening their swords, they are going to try their best now ... "Such lofty aspirations have made me full of emotion surge and confidence. Knowledge points such as Ye Zhe, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, ABCD and the sound of power and light seem to be full of vitality and come to us with a smile.
At noon, the students were talking and laughing, and the classroom was full of vitality. But that day, we shed tears. The teacher cheered us on in a hoarse voice. Looking at the tired and reluctant eyes of the teacher, we shed tears. I don't want the teacher to worry about us anymore. For this love, we will try our best to achieve excellent results and repay our teachers. Yes, I will! Because our energy and love will work miracles!
Once I went to the preparatory grade to give a report with a classmate. A boy asked, "elder sister, what do you think of the success or failure of life?" We paused for a moment. After a while, I said, "Pursuit and yearning are necessary in life, but real success is hard to come by." I only hope that you, including ourselves, can complete the complete or incomplete journey in life. "They smiled, their faces full of sunshine and childishness. We also laughed, because we had such a pure and happy life.
Jingjing's campus has left us many stories, which are so wonderful and energetic. There is a sincere friendship accompanied by blind date, a faint dawn, cheers and shouts flying all over the field, and a perfect artistic conception of red leaves and rain hitting banana in the sunset; There are teenagers sitting quietly at their desks, diligent gardeners, tension of 3. 1 minute, and more youthful vigor. Write it down, write down those energetic years, write down those campus stories that we can't forget.
10. It has become a part of my life to write narratives on the topic of stories. I didn't know anything about writing before, but after the guidance of my teacher, I found that writing is so beautiful. It can decorate an ordinary world with colorful language.
I vaguely remember that I started writing when I was in the third grade, and it is so ridiculous to recall my first composition. At that time, I just came into contact with composition and didn't know what writing was. From a sentence or two, I seem to understand what writing is.
Once, the teacher assigned the first composition entitled "My Mother". I still remember writing about my mother's appearance: "My mother is short, with big round eyes and a yellow face ..." A few days later, the teacher sent me my "debut" and asked me to do it again. At that time, my monk was very confused and accepted it. I said confidently, "teacher, it's yellow!" " You and I are both yellow people, both yellow people! "Say that finish, the teacher laughed. The teachers around also smiled. The teacher told me that my writing was too rigid. I was a little unconvinced at that time, and then asked the teacher, "Teacher, how can I write a good composition?" "The teacher told me," Reading is like writing. "
After school, I can't wait to run into the bookstore and read one composition book after another. I found the articles in the book well written and really wonderful. I really admire that an ordinary person and an ordinary thing can be interpreted so vividly. From then on, I made up my mind to write a good composition. So I bought a lot of literary works and kept a diary every day to improve my writing level. Later, when I was praised by my teacher, I was very happy. The teacher also told me: "writing a composition doesn't have to be written in gorgeous language, but with true feelings." This sentence became my motto when I wrote. From then on, I fell in love with writing.
Now I have written countless articles. Although not every article is well written, every article contains my sweat and hard work. Writing is always my pleasure. I believe that one day, I will write the most beautiful things in the world with my pen.