1: Memory on the blackboard

There is only one year left, and I will graduate in one year. I don't want to leave this school full of memories of joys and sorrows.

Read, study and attend classes with classmates. Being scolded by the teacher, we all bowed our heads silently and admitted our mistakes together. In class, everyone's eyes can't leave the blackboard.

Erase the words on the blackboard after writing, erase them, write them again, repeat them … in this way, a day has passed, a few days have passed, weeks and months have passed …

When I saw the blackboard again, I felt it was full of memories.

The blackboard is very old ... sometimes it is difficult to erase the words written on it, even if it is erased, it will shed faint traces ... maybe the chalk is too good.

Once, I was called to the blackboard by the teacher when I was doing a math problem, and I was severely criticized by the teacher because I forgot to write the answer to the last question. Once, as a class representative, I wrote my homework in the lower right corner of the blackboard every day, which was my place full of memories; Once, I was beaten by my teacher for scribbling on the blackboard. Once, I cried on the blackboard because of pain. ...

This blackboard reminds me a lot, and it may be my eternal memory.

2. Blackboard, it is not easy to say I love you. -inscription

Colorful flags were displayed in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1st Blackboard Contest entered the stage of exhibition and appraisal. The 12 blackboard newspapers from Class 1, Grade 1 to Class 4, Grade 3 in junior high school are lined up, full of poems and exquisite illustrations.

The party branch secretary personally announced the assessment results. When he finished reading the list of the third prize and the second prize, he paused, and the boiling playground was suddenly silent. "First prize-once every two years!" Wow-the applause thundered. I forgot to applaud-

A week ago, I accepted the task of taking part in the July 1st Blackboard Competition. When I returned to class, I was rejected. Several main backbones said that the competition standard was too high and they were facing the final exam review, so they really didn't have the energy and time to engage in such a blackboard newspaper.

Can we combine the July 1st Blackboard Contest with the review exam? I used my quick wits and suggested, "Our class will have a July 1st couplet and poetry contest! The exam just has this content. " Get the unanimous support of the Chinese teacher and the whole class! One song for each person, and the teacher corrects it himself! Wow! The manuscript is rich in sources and first-class in quality!

However, due to the lack of a clever couplet, I went to ask the Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back. He said to me: "you can help, you write it and I'll change it!" " "I searched my stomach and struggled for a long time. I wrote six pairs of couplets on the blackboard and asked the teacher to "write by hand", but it was rejected: "You said that others can't, and your own writing is not much better, and your eyes are superior! "I read my classmates' poems and couplets repeatedly, and finally wrote such a couplet:" Ancient poems, new poems and modern poems express your true feelings! Folk songs, folk songs, water songs, sing our party! " The teacher happily added a horizontal batch of Ode to July 1. Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "Ode to July 1" became a headline, and couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard newspaper, with 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics in the middle, which was seamless and interesting.

"Please invite the editor-in-chief of the blackboard newspaper every two years to give a speech!" My classmates gave me a hard push, and then I came to my senses. I quickly stepped onto the flag-raising platform and sincerely said, "Blackboard, I love you!" " "Applause!

Old things, fresh in my memory, dancing and writing, writing on the blackboard with affection.

3. Memory on the motherboard

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.

4; Memories 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.

5. Memories on the blackboard I passed the small blackboard again and couldn't help but stop. A "9" dot is embedded in the line of "10", which is out of place. The "9" point above is my name, however, I remind my lips. ...

Chemistry examination room for physical and chemical experiment operation skill examination. There is a classmate standing in front of each experimental desk, who is busy but has an answer. I am one of them. After heating for a period of time, the reagents of the same group of students are all blue, indicating that the sample to be tested is copper oxide. And mine has been cooked several times, and it is still transparent. Although I have a lot of doubts, I decided to respect the experimental facts and fill in "toner" on the test paper.

My hunch came true, and the invigilator successfully approved my paper. After a short stay, he made a big cross on "Toler". Soon, she turned around and wrote "9" on the blackboard.

9 points, my score in the physical and chemical experiment operation skill test is only 9 points, so big and dazzling, but it is so small in that row of "10" points. ...

All the students around me testified that my reagent didn't turn blue. Without saying anything, I hurried back to the experimental platform, picked up the unknown black solid and asked the teacher to do the experiment.

Once again, I was surprised at the result. After heating for a period of time, the reagent shows a pleasant blue color and is gently put into the test tube. ...

"I still feel wrong." I persisted as always and took out the dilute acid for the experiment. The teacher brought the PH test paper, and the acidity turned red and the alkalinity turned blue, preparing for the final and final exams.

I held my breath, stared at the test paper, and slowly dipped into reagent bottle, a rich and heavy sapphire blue that could not wait to spread, until it swallowed the whole test paper, deep, deep.

The answer is obvious. It turns out that the dilute acid I used in my experiment is alkali. I was right from beginning to end. Besides, I never gave up.

The students all think that the "9" on the blackboard should be changed to full mark. But I just smiled and didn't say anything, so let this "9" stay on the blackboard, because it is the result and witness that I insist on. Is it different from other "10" integrals? No, nine points can be that perfect.

"9" survived after all. At the same time, the nine dots on the blackboard and those stubborn reagents that refuse to turn blue will also be engraved in my memory, reminding me to stick to what I should not give up, such as objective facts that no one can refute.

This small blackboard and everything else will be my proudest memory and an inexhaustible motive force to inspire me to go on.

I hope it helps you, O(∩_∩)O~