Last Saturday, I went to the open space downstairs to ride my bike.
After going down, dad took out a brand-new bike from the garage. Said it was for me to ride. I looked at the bike and thought: Everyone else rides so easily. With my ability, I'm sure I can learn quickly. So, I sat on my bike and started riding. However, just after riding to about 50 cm, my hand seems to be out of control and I can't control the front of the car completely. I fell to the ground with my car and had a "close contact" with the cement road. I got up from the ground, helped my bike and got on it again. However, like last time, I just rode a short distance and fell down again. However, I still didn't give up and continued to get up from the ground. In this way, I rode until 2 pm. The last time I rode, I gripped the front of the car with both hands and stepped on it slowly. Dad has been encouraging me and telling me to relax. I suddenly got up the courage, worked hard and finally learned to ride a bike. I can also ride a bike to play like others.
In the process of learning to ride a bike, I learned a truth: don't be proud of anything, persevere and stand up from where you fell. Only in this way can you succeed.
My Chinese teacher has black hair, a high nose and a tall figure. His clothes are very neat and simple. A pair of black talking eyes, whenever we behave well, our faces will smile and our eyes will narrow into a crescent, as if to say, "You are fine, come on!" " Come on! "If we don't obey the discipline, her eyes will immediately open wide and stare at us, as if to say," You can't do this, you should concentrate in class.
Once, when I was playing in class, the teacher found me. She stared at me with stern eyes, as if to say, "Don't play in class, pay attention to the class and learn the knowledge taught today." I will sit up straight and listen carefully. The teacher's eyes immediately showed a satisfied look.
This is my Chinese teacher, with a pair of big eyes full of energy and talking, both kind and strict.
My family members are all "landlubbers", and my parents can only breed dogs twice. So, my mother signed me up for a swimming class.
From the first day, I was very nervous: what if I can't learn? Wouldn't that be disappointing to mom's expectations? It was three years ago that I went swimming in school, and I have forgotten the basic skills. Besides, the children I study with are all seven or eight years old, and I am a head taller than them! Don't lose face! I came to the YMCA swimming pool with trepidation.
I met my swimming teacher, Bill. The teacher asked us to learn the pedal part of freestyle first, so that the thighs and the body kept a line and the calves kept turning up and down. It's easier said than done. Either my thighs participate in the flip, or I flip too fast, and it will be boring if I don't achieve my goal. It's really bad. As soon as I swim, people around me burst into laughter. Some people laughed and said, "I'm not young, but I can't swim as well as us." Throw it here. Throw it here. Stupid! "I was shy and sad, and I shed tears unconsciously. I secretly made up my mind that I must learn swimming well and find my self-esteem!
In the subsequent study, I worked very hard. After class, I practiced in the free swimming area for half an hour more than others, but I didn't learn well. Occasionally, I scream and cry. My mother saw it and comforted me and said, "Don't worry, son, I'll give you a single subject."
The teacher in Class One is tall and thin, and she is very enthusiastic about me. She taught me freestyle, breaststroke and backstroke hand in hand. Yes, when learning freestyle hand movements, I always can't reach forward hard, and she is also sad. At this moment, she had a brainwave and said, "Well, I'll swim in front of you, and every time you move, try to touch the plastic board in my hand ..." I think it's a good idea. So, I did it. After a few classes, I can reach forward without a board. And I swim much faster and my posture is more standard. The teacher said happily, "Well, good swim! Swim well ... "
In four months, my swimming skills have advanced by leaps and bounds. I not only learned freestyle, breaststroke and backstroke, but also practiced it very well, raising the swimming level of "carp", only two grades away from the top "shark". Often attracts people's admiration. Mom smiled and said, "You are the first' water duck' in our family."
How happy it is to learn to swim!
Look, this middle-aged teacher wearing a black gabardine tunic suit, black wide-brimmed glasses and a smile is our respected Chinese teacher-Teacher Lu. Teacher Lu is knowledgeable and has rich teaching experience. He is always so relaxed, lively, lively and interesting in class. We especially like listening to his composition class. His lectures are always so funny, humorous and fascinating that we are all interested. We unconsciously fell in love with composition and gradually understood the "mystery" of writing.
Ding, the bell rang, and this section is a composition class. Teacher Lu strode into the classroom. Today, he is very excited. He went to the podium, smiled and said, "Students, I am very happy today. Do you know why I am happy? " We all smiled and shook our heads. Teacher Lu went on to say, "I went to the bazaar this morning and bought two old hens for one yuan." Do you think I can be unhappy? " The students burst into laughter, and Zhang Jin laughed so hard that he couldn't even keep his waist straight. I thought: Teacher Lu must be joking again. But Teacher Lu said solemnly, "Really, I never lie. If you don't believe me, I will read it to you. " After that, he picked up a composition book and read it aloud. It turned out that a classmate wrote in his composition that he and his father went to the bazaar to buy chickens, and his father only paid one yuan for two big fat hens. The students suddenly realized that Mr. Lu was criticizing some students for making up their compositions regardless of the facts. Teacher Lu said: "No matter how vivid your description is and how rich your words are, an untrue article is meaningless and not a good composition." I think I often make this mistake. For example, when I used to write an autumn outing, I always wrote "Spring is beautiful, flowers are blooming ..." From then on, students should always think carefully and understand deeply when writing compositions. Ask teachers, parents or consult materials if you don't understand questions, and similar mistakes will be greatly reduced.
Another composition class. Today, Teacher Lu, who has always been affable, suddenly dragged Lu Jun out of the door. We were all too scared to breathe. Unexpectedly, Teacher Lu closed the door, turned around and said with a smile: "Students, don't be nervous. Now I want to test your eyesight. Are you familiar with Lu Jun? " "Familiar!" The students answered in unison. Teacher Lu then asked everyone, "What color and style clothes do you think Lu Jun is wearing today? Are you wearing leather shoes, cloth shoes or running shoes? " Everyone was stunned by this question and no one said a word. After a while, Teacher Lu called Lu Jun into the classroom, and we only took a look at him: he was wearing a sky-blue zipper shirt. Under the sea blue trousers, I wore a pair of liberation shoes. Teacher Lu smiled and said to us, "This is called careful observation." Then I told a few short stories that I carefully observed, and then arranged for us to observe the campus garden. This time we looked more carefully. Every kind of flowers and plants in Washington, DC, from their colors to shapes, living habits and laws, have been observed in depth, and some even consult relevant reference books. Everyone wrote a better composition this time. Through this incident, we know that only careful observation can make a good composition.
This is how Teacher Lu guides us in our study and composition. You said, we have such an excellent Chinese teacher, can we not be happy? How can I not have a strong interest in writing?
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I dare to say so boldly: "Unhappy people will be super happy when they come to our class." This is not bragging. Our class is happy because there are so many happy children, full of childlike laughter and naughty things, and there are so many interesting classes below.
Let's tell you a story about how we played tricks on our math teacher. In the review stage, time is the most precious. It can be said that one more class will give you more knowledge. In math class, the teacher wrote the correct answer on the blackboard, so as not to let us shout "stand up".
But when we were naughty, some students shouted, "Stand up and salute." The whole class shouted, "Hello, teacher." I didn't expect the teacher to ignore us. "Stand up again and salute again." Another student shouted, "goodbye, teacher." We played a joke on the teacher when he wasn't paying attention.
I thought the teacher would laugh when I heard it, but I unexpectedly continued to write questions. "Fight with us and watch together!" The students didn't stop, but kept shouting, "Stand up again and salute again." "Farewell to the teacher!" The teacher smiled, but still wrote the question. "Stand up again and salute again." "Teacher, rest in peace." "Ha ha, ha ha ha ..." The teacher was finally amused by us.
English teachers are self-aware. Knowing that our class is funny, they like to make us laugh. In class, the teacher was grading papers when suddenly a classmate came up and said, "I'll evaluate the papers of the most handsome classmate in our class."
So he picked up the boy's paper and the whole class burst into laughter. Because this classmate is a famous super narcissist in our class, teachers like Sipin and Biology all know it. The next thing is even funnier. The narcissist actually stood up and waved to the class as if to show that he was the most handsome person in the class.
Note 6 of Chinese Weekly Sometimes people only pay attention to the classroom in school, but ignore the classroom in life.
Fighting with my brother on the road at night, suddenly a bad smell came to my nose. It turned out to be a garbage pit. There is a sign on the edge of the pit, and the words on it are vague, but they can also be vaguely recognized. "No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no.
"Elder sister, it can't be said for certain to take out the garbage. Right? " My brother asked me.
"yes."
"Then why is there so much rubbish here?"
"The others fell here." Get angry when you think about it.
"Why?"
"Perhaps for convenience. You don't want to learn to destroy the cleanliness of the public for your own cleanliness! "
My brother nodded and looked at the place where the garbage was piled up. I wonder if you understand me. As a child, he often doesn't understand the truth. He just learns from others.
"They can't read?" My brother looked at me.
I'm speechless. ...
Are they really illiterate? I clearly saw the sign "Don't trample on the grass", but I still walked on it. The trash can clearly marked "recyclable" and "non-recyclable" is a mess at the foot; Obviously seeing the "no smoking" sign, it makes public places foggy ... they are not illiterate, they are just illiterate. No one stopped, no one woke up, and lived in a muddle, making others and their own world a mess. Let's calm down and listen carefully to the inner voice and moral voice. Strengthen the intellectual circle of the mind and resolutely not be illiterate!
This is a moral lesson as well as a "Chinese lesson".
Our Chinese teacher's surname is Zhao, and her name is. Teacher Zhao is very serious in class and smiles after class. She is a very young teacher. She teaches well and likes her classmates very much Sometimes students with high scores get rewards from teachers.
Teachers usually wear ponytails. Her face is oval, her eyes are like two shining stars, and her nose is like a curved moon. There are a pair of talking mouths under the nose. She looks good in any color. The teacher is really beautiful.
One of the characteristics of teachers is their love of reading. When we do our homework in class, they are reading books. I call my teacher a nerd. Another feature of her is her love of running. As long as there is no Chinese in the third class, she will come down to run. She is really a PE teacher.
Our Chinese teacher is both beautiful and amiable. I like my Chinese teacher. What about you?