1 The exam is the summary of learning. The term is over, it's time to sum up knowledge wonderfully!
A few days ago, it was the final exam, and I started the exam wholeheartedly.
I took the math test in the morning, and I wrote it carefully. I wrote smoothly all the way and finished it in more than ten minutes. Then, I should check it. I was afraid of missing this and miscalculating that, so I picked up the draft paper, raised the fountain pen and carefully checked one question after another. After I checked it five times, I was finally relieved.
The next exam was English, and the teacher actually said, "There is something wrong with the radio. Let's write a written test first, and then check it carefully! " "Great, the whole class screamed," huh? "After a while, I began to listen. but ...
Who knows the sound of this broadcast? It's simply shouting while covering your mouth. You can't hear clearly! I calmed down and was relieved to find that I could still write the answer.
Then there is a Chinese exam in the afternoon, most afraid of composition. I wrote and checked, and finally, the final exam was over.
Yesterday, I handed out the test paper, which was quite satisfactory: 98 points for math, 0/00 for English/kloc and 92 points for Chinese, with a total score of 290. I won the "Three Good Students Award". I am in the eighth grade, so I can have a good year!
Today is the day when Wang Dongqing was informed, but the result is surprising. I think everyone should be surprised that a freshman's two courses add up to less than 70 points.
My aunt was disappointed at this time. She was very angry when she saw her child so disappointing, and my brother felt ashamed. She is a repeat student. I can't imagine how she faced that test paper, how she faced every bite of rice, how she faced every step of school, and how she faced every penny spent.
She is also aware of the seriousness of this matter. I guess she was sad when she came back from school. What she thinks about is not grades or grades, but how to avoid parents and relatives and their criticism. What you think is what you think after all, and you can't escape the fact.
Finally, at noon, Wang Dongqing walked to my house with heavy steps. At this time, she felt uneasy and ran away after lunch in a hurry.
But things always have results. At dinner, that is, at the time of the final judgment, after unified consultation, we finally reached an agreement to let Wang Dongqing go back to his hometown to go to school.
Once my aunt was full of hope for her, but she was disappointed again and again.
Although she let us down, we still hope that she will study hard and live up to everyone's expectations.
As soon as the bell rang for the first exam, a little head appeared on the glass in the corridor, looking around and shouting, "Mr. Wu is here, Mr. Wu is here, the first exam." You can see that it must be the monitor He Shuyu. However, after hearing what he said, the students were all nervous, because there was an exam today, and it was the first time. If you don't do well in the exam, you will be beaten when you go home. Therefore, the students have butterflies in their stomach. After about a minute or two, Mr. Wu came, holding a thick stack of test papers in his hand, holding his head high and walking to the podium, loudly announcing, "Now start the exam!" Attention, everyone should take a piece of paper and think carefully about the answer sheet. Do the questions carefully, and the papers must be clean and tidy. I hope everyone can do well in the exam. The time is 60 minutes. "
As soon as they got the test paper, the students couldn't wait to pick up their pens and start the paper. The classroom suddenly became silent.
If you listen carefully, you can only hear the sound of pens and pencils rustling on the test paper.
The saying "Time is like running water" is so right. If you don't believe me, listen: "Jingle bells! Ding Lingling! " When the bell rang, Mr. Wu urged everyone to hand in their papers quickly. At this time, the classroom is a mess, and some have answers; Some quickly add a few more strokes; Some stare at the test paper …
"The examination room is the battlefield" is true. Yes! Who doesn't want to play beautifully in the first game?
Digging and searching in memory, I found unforgettable criticism and beautiful and happy praise. Criticism makes me turn over a new leaf and go all the way to perfection, while praise makes me move forward with confidence.
When I was very young, a "thank you" appeared in my heart. No matter to my family or friends, there are always people who praise me for being polite. At that time, I felt that praise was like a flower, planted in my heart. The root and seed of that flower are called politeness.
When I grew up, I learned to appreciate. When I saw grandpa's paintings, I couldn't help saying, "Wow! It's so beautiful! " Grandpa smiled from ear to ear and repeatedly praised me for being really good at talking. At that time, I felt that there were several grasses beside the flowers in my heart, and the dew on the grass was called praise.
In the first grade, I fell in love with helping others. If I have something that others need, I will give it to others without thinking. Later, for some reason, I had a group of friends around me. When I saw the teacher write down the comment "You help others", I felt in my heart that there was a stream next to those grasses, and the fish in the stream was called helping others.
In recent years, I have written more and more seriously, and the correct rate is getting higher and higher. Seeing the good score on the paper, the flowers in my heart seem to bloom suddenly. When I heard my friend say that I was awesome, I felt that I had another forest in my heart, and the birds on the tree were serious.
Praise is pleasant, but it is earned through hard work. Then let me refuel and make the soul garden more beautiful!
Since I became a student with a schoolbag on my back, I have gone through countless exams, all of which are like passing clouds. But I will never forget the English unit exercise in Grade Three.
"Ding ..." The bell on campus reached the classroom with the teacher's footsteps. I saw the teacher holding a white test paper in his hand, and the air in the classroom seemed to solidify. Needless to say, we also know that the exam has begun.
After getting the test paper, I can't wait to write down the class, name and student number, and then browse the test paper quickly. Wow! This paper is not difficult at all!
I listened to the teacher's listening part in a hurry, then carefully finished the test paper, and then checked it twice. I feel no problem, so I can rest assured. Look at the students again. Some frown and think hard; Some have answers and are trying to write. I think: no matter how simple the paper is, you can't relax. So, I checked it carefully. ...
Three days later, I always walk into the classroom with my test paper in my arms. First, the teacher summed up the overall situation of the exam. Most students get excellent grades, and we all think the teacher must be very happy. What's more, I only made three small mistakes, which belong to a higher and better excellent level!
This exam really made everyone happy. Until now, I still remember it clearly.
I came to school early and reviewed carefully. Half an hour later, Mr. Luo came into the classroom with a stack of test papers, and the tense exam began. But then I thought, "No! Calm down and think about it! " So I read the article again carefully. Sure enough, I was suddenly enlightened. I was so happy that I grabbed my pen and answered it quickly.
Remove the "obstacles" and finally the composition. I had planned it long ago, so I took a pen and started writing with confidence. Halfway through the writing, there was a sentence "stuck". I thought about it, and when I was scratching my head, my eyes lit up. "I see!" " I continued to write hard.
Oh! Finally finished. Just as I put pen to paper, "jingle bells!" The winding bell rings. "What a coincidence!" I gave my paper to the teacher, which relieved me.
Back to my seat, I took out an extracurricular book to relieve myself. ...
"Jingle bells!" The bell for the second exam rang again. "So soon!" I packed my extracurricular books in a hurry and began to meet the English exam. I don't know how long it will take. ...
Sixth grade: Liao Ting
Examinations are like fighting a cold, which makes people feel weak. Examinations are like taking medicine, which makes people feel painful and uncomfortable. Only those who have tasted the exam know.
On the morning of the exam, I was so nervous that I couldn't eat breakfast. My heart is overwhelmed by a big stone. Although I know I practiced writing evaluation and test paper yesterday, I am still afraid of writing wrong answers in the exam.
When I got to the classroom, I took out my textbook to preview Chinese. I haven't finished reading it. "When! When! When! When! " The bell of the exam rang in my ear. Holding the test paper, my hands are shaking badly and my heart can't stop beating. I was nervous when I wrote the test paper. Later, I thought about what my mother said while writing, "Take a deep breath and relax, and write slowly and carefully." I slowly relaxed, took a deep breath and finished writing carefully, but my hands were still shaking badly. When I finally checked my paper, I asked God to protect me from making mistakes.
Today, I finally finished my Chinese exam and breathed a sigh of relief. But the thought of taking a math test tomorrow made me panic again. Because I always wanted to score 100, at home, I quickly reviewed all the mathematics taught by my teacher, so I was tired to prepare for tomorrow's math exam.
As the saying goes, "Pain is happiness." This sentence is absolutely correct. After the exam, I got 100 in every subject. Although I got a gift of full marks, I still hope that there will never be an exam.
Students must be familiar with 8 exams in 300 words for the sixth grade exam composition, right? But this unusual exam deeply touched me.
The teacher came to us slowly with a stack of papers. There was an exam in the last composition class? However, I was shocked as soon as the test paper came out-the filial piety test paper.
I finished this test paper as usual, and every time I answered a question, my heart was sour. It turns out that I did too little for my mother, but my mother gave us a lot selflessly.
When I answered the last two questions, I felt even more guilty-did I contradict my mother? Do you complain about your mother? My eyes are wet, and my mind is full of things my mother has done for me, making me good food and buying me delicious food. I also complained to my mother and had contradictions. My mother has done so much for me that I want to repay her. As a child, do I deserve her? My mother's waistline and weight are the most common things, but I don't know. Am I good enough for my mother?
My mind is still full of my mother's kindness to me, and my eyes are wet. It's not too late to honor your parents from now on. I want to do my best to help my parents and give them good grades. Although this is a small matter, every small matter can reflect the love for parents!
Turn your smiling face to your parents, not your unfilial face to them. Now, it is not too late. This is my biggest feeling on this Mother's Day. Now I want to say loudly: "Dad, Mom, I love you!" " "
I have been on tenterhooks at home these days, because the final exam results of the first volume of my fifth grade will be announced tomorrow. If I don't do well in this exam, will my parents be disappointed in me? Will there be a dish called "Fried Meat with Bamboo Shoots"? I seem to see handfuls of bright red forks woven into a big net and wrapped me tightly, making me unable to move.
Today, I'm going to school to get the test paper. The classroom was quiet, only to hear the sound of "rustling" papers and the teacher's voice reading scores, "Hua!" My heart thumped, and a classmate accidentally knocked over the book.
The teacher looked at the scores of many students, but few of them were good. Dad's stern eyes appeared in front of my eyes from time to time. Some students are dejected and despondent, like a defeated rooster; Some strike the table straight and sigh there; Others don't care, turning their pens.
"Ye Silent, how many points did you get?"
"A hundred."
"I heard that only two people in our class seem to get 90 points, except Rong Nianqing, who are you!"
Listening to the conversation of the classmates next to me, my palms are sweating. Oh, my God, I can't believe I didn't even get 90 points. God bless, I will enter the top three in my class!
"Ye Xing, 88 points, second in the class." What? I'm second? Only 89 points? What should I do? Will mom and dad scold me? My grades have regressed a lot.
Sixth grade: Ren
The mood after the exam is like a bluestone road wet by rain, a little damp and gloomy, maybe a little moldy and bitter. Examinations, big and small, are constantly tormenting people's nerves. For several days in a row, the exam is like a rope, letting you run around him. Even if there is a little deviation, it will be immediately condemned, and I feel sorry for the teacher and the painstaking efforts of my parents.
The nervous exam is finally over, a little excited and a little scared. I can't wait to know my score and have a happy holiday, but I'm afraid I won't do well in the exam and will be criticized by my parents and teachers.
Put your troubles behind you and spend this holiday happily. My parents have been encouraging me to get high marks since I got home. I was deeply moved. I studied hard and then washed my hands of it. Now I have been trying to review my lessons, write winter vacation homework carefully and arrange my own time.
After the exam, I feel relaxed and nervous one after another. Winter vacation homework relaxed and his grades were tense. In order to welcome the next sixth grade, I am relieved.