It was the autumn of 2005. I said goodbye to kindergarten. One afternoon when I was in primary school, I was playing in my grandpa's pavilion. My mother suddenly came to see me. I'm surprised that it's not time to get off work. Besides, my mother brought a big bag of snacks. I called my mother and ran over. My mother took my little hand and said, Jiejie, your father and I are going to Dongying to do something. This may take some time. You must listen to your master.
When I was a child, I was placed at my grandfather's house, and my parents left in a hurry. When I was at school, I saw my classmates being sent by my mother and picked up by my mother after school. I was very uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything. I was afraid that my master would worry, so I buried it in my heart.
Who knows that my mother is not in business, but ill. After listening to the words of the master and my little brother, I know the truth. I don't care about my mother. Sometimes I can't eat at first, and no one combs my hair. Teacher Xin, the head teacher, combs my hair. Sometimes when she sees that I haven't eaten, she gives me her own food. I am very grateful to her. She takes care of me like her mother. Two months later, my mother came back, her face sallow, her body lost several laps and she couldn't walk steadily. Even after a few steps, the sweat of the bean is falling. I feel horrible. I helped my mother and gave her water to drink. My mother touched my head happily and said that my daughter has grown up and is sensible.
I have always done well in my class, and my mother has always been very pleased. From now on, my mother will go to Dongying for hospitalization once every two months, and when she comes back, she will bring me a bunch of fun toys and delicious food. I'm so happy.
Two years later, my mother happily said to me: Jie Jie, my illness is cured, I won't go, I will accompany you. After listening to my mother's words, I couldn't control my feelings any more and threw myself into her arms and burst into tears.
Growing up, my mother loved me very much and gave me a lot. I will repay her with more love. Sometimes, a grain of sand, though humble, is also a fortune; Although pearls are precious, they are also rare. We pursue infinite things infinitely, so it is better to cherish the little things around us, which will make you miss your life.
2. Combined with the background of junior high school composition, every pine tree is more robust and upright under the background of steep mountains and ups and downs; Under the background of the surging sea, every seagull is more brave and fearless; The background of the stars burning is a dark night; The background of silent milestone is a long road.
In fact, both things and people have their own backgrounds. Its growth and charm will be different in different backgrounds, and the background gives it a freshness and agility. Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is a famous lyric prose about scenery.
This article is a highly harmonious unity of poetry, emotion and painting. Reading it like wine is intoxicating. But when it was placed in the background of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's times, it was endowed with another charm and noble sentiment.
With things like this, how can people be inferior? How many immortal figures in history have shown their unique selves in a unique background? In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai, who was rich and prosperous, was wild and unruly, and refused to "spoil his eyebrows and bow down to serve the dignitaries". In that bold and broad background, Li Bai showed his unruly self; In the feudal society where civil servants love money and military officers are afraid of death, Yu Qian sang "I am not afraid of death, I want to stay innocent in the world", and his light shines through the ages in the dark background.
What about us? From the moment we were born, we were placed in the background of love and created the background of progress with our own hands. Go to success in difficulties and hardships.
Some people may say that their background is not good enough. What's the problem? People often say: "How wide the heart is, how big the stage is." No matter what kind of background, it can be a stage for your dance.
Poverty? Then it just shows your strength; Do you have money? Then your success can prove your indifference and vulgarity; Are you in poor health? That just reflects your indelible firm belief. Isn't the pine tree growing on the steep mountain stronger and more straight? It will no longer be afraid of wind and rain; Isn't the petrel soaring on the surging sea more brave and fearless? They will no longer avoid the storm; Isn't the burning star more radiant and dazzling in the dark night? Everything has its own background, and any background can be beautiful because of things, which will also make things different.
We live in our own background, no matter good or bad, we must constantly build ourselves and show our unique self in the background! The second article The outside of the Herb Garden in my heart is dark, and the sky seems to be falling. I watched the raindrops falling on the eaves outside through the clean window, and my thoughts drifted to the classroom of my primary school and to the Herb Garden that will always belong to me. In spring, under the guidance of the teacher, we learned to jump the rubber band.
In front of the classroom, a light green rubber band was pulled open by two students with a smile. The teacher changed his sneakers, the first one. Pointing her toes to the ground, she hooked a rubber band, and exerted a little force under her legs. At that moment, she jumped up and gracefully rotated 90 degrees in the air. Her loose hair flew with the wind, which was much more beautiful than the advertisement. The wonderful jump seems to be a selfless hug with the blue sky, affectionate and sweet, shy and lively, and everyone can't join according to his own body.
We sang beautiful pop songs and danced neatly. Occasionally, someone breaks, and everyone laughs at her, but she won't be angry and will laugh with us. This jumping again and again, and the mumbling dialogue with the sky again and again, bring us unlimited fun and live in our memories.
In summer, we changed a game, and everyone blew bubbles with straws. Pour some water and sprinkle some washing powder. The teacher took us to create a first time: making bubble water for the first time and blowing it ourselves.
After class, we can't wait to take out the bubble water, put the thick straw into the water, and then take a long, slow breath into the straw, and a big bubble is produced immediately. As soon as we let go, the bubbles floated softly and drew a beautiful line above the classroom. Sometimes, when the breath is blown too fast, a series of small bubbles will emerge. They fly very fast, wandering in a group of big bubbles, bumping into one from time to time and seeing a few drops of water splashing down. We always look at it while blowing, wondering how there can be such a beautiful thing! Sometimes, just throw the straw down to see who has the biggest bubble and whose bubble "bursts" by itself.
This summer, our memories are vague, with the smell of washing powder, telling us something quietly. In autumn, we began to play wood games.
Several people were in a circle at the door of the classroom, and the teacher shouted, "Don't show your front teeth!" " "Say that finish, all the people did not move, some grinned, some were still fighting, all at that moment, as if time had frozen in the air, no one moved again, and the teacher came to us with a smile. Finally, someone couldn't help it and squatted on the ground laughing, so everyone crowded together to laugh, while the teacher, standing outside, was a little proud and happy.
We play different games in winter. We stood by the wall and played "squeeze, squeeze, blow, blow". Everyone is wearing cotton-padded jackets, huddled by the wall, and there are open spaces on both sides. After the start, everyone crowded around, trying to squeeze out the people next to them. The poor loser was squeezed out of the market.
During a break, laughter echoed in the teaching building. We laughed, screamed and warmed up. Lu Xun has his herb garden full of green flowers, and I have my school full of laughter and laughter, my herb garden.
Okay？ I hope so.
Write a composition of not less than 600 words according to the junior middle school text. I love my family's 600-word composition.
"Oh, it hurts! Mom, when you pull my tooth, it doesn't hurt at all. What happened this time? " It turned out that my mother held my little brother in one hand and checked my loose teeth in the other. Who knows, my brother can't sit still and his whole body is twisted. With a wave of his hand, he hit his mother on the arm and indirectly pulled out my tooth. Hearing my screams and seeing my painful expression, he actually giggled. This troublemaker really makes me laugh and cry! This is my happy home.
Every member of the family cares about each other, helps each other, and is happy. My parents not only have their own work and study, but also have different division of labor at home. Dad is mainly responsible for the purchase of daily necessities and large items at home and the maintenance of household appliances. My father is gentle, organized and articulate. He especially hopes that I can grow up healthily and happily. "Study hard and have fun." This is what my father often tells me. In addition, my father also attaches great importance to cultivating my logical thinking ability, often playing brain teasers with me, buying me educational toys and so on. Always after I have a good time, let me do some Olympic math problems. Not to mention, the effect is particularly good, which is worth learning.
Mother is a kind-hearted, outspoken person with high enthusiasm for doing things. Under her careful arrangement, our little life is full of flavor. My mother pays great attention to cultivating my reading habits. Whenever my composition is read as a model essay in class or published in the school magazine, my classmates will look at me with envy, which also depends on my mother's efforts. I not only learned a lot from books, but also gained confidence and happiness. My mother often says to me, "it is very important to do anything with heart and persistence." If you can do it, I believe you will be better. " I really understand the meaning of this sentence now.
I go home from school every day and finish my homework. I either teach my brother to speak, read children's songs and Chinese studies to him, or read books and exchange feelings with my parents. Speaking of this, it reminds me of a song: "My father is a boat, my mother is a sail, carrying my little self to the golden shore …" This is my happy home, and I love my family.
4. Composition: Entering junior high school Chinese textbooks can just give relevant materials into the colorful world of Chinese.
Hello, teachers. Professor Wang Minqin said: Learning and mastering textbooks is always for teachers.
Basic skills. Today, the majority of Chinese teachers should thoroughly study the curriculum standards and put the teaching materials in a very high position to grasp.
Starting from the characteristics and laws of Chinese education, we should construct an open and dynamic Chinese curriculum to make Chinese become
Teaching produces poetic flowers. Next, I'll talk to you about Chinese teaching in junior high school from four aspects.
Understanding of materials.
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, the basic concepts of the course
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Basic requirements of curriculum standards for Chinese teaching in junior middle schools.
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Writing intention and style characteristics of teaching materials.
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, junior high school Chinese textbook content and teaching suggestions.
First of all, talk about the basic concepts of curriculum.
The basic concept of Chinese curriculum is an important basis for compiling Chinese teaching materials.
It is also the Chinese teacher who handles teaching.
Materials are the basis of science teaching.
"Chinese Curriculum Standard" puts forward the basic concept of curriculum from four aspects:
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Comprehensively improve students' Chinese literacy.
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Correctly grasp the characteristics of Chinese education
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Actively advocate independent, cooperative and inquiry learning methods.
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Strive to create an open and energetic Chinese course.
The concept of Chinese curriculum points out the direction for our teaching and learning, and the goal of Chinese curriculum is our teaching.
And put forward basic requirements for learning and learning.
Second, talk about the basic requirements of curriculum standards for junior high school Chinese teaching.
Chinese curriculum standard
According to knowledge and ability, process and method,
Emotional attitudes and values
Dimension, from five aspects: reading and writing, reading, writing, oral communication and comprehensive learning.
Target * * *
40
Articles. This includes literacy.
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Articles; read
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The article, in which the reading method and speed are important.
And put forward specific requirements for reading all kinds of articles and extracurricular reading.
writing
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Articles,
Sense of need
Sincere feelings, creative content expression, able to write various styles, as well as the amount of composition and writing practice per academic year.
There are requirements. Oral communication
eight
Article, comprehensive learning
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Articles. The realization of these goals runs through junior high school for three years.
In teaching
5. What compositions should be written for the expression of Chinese composition in junior high school textbooks? Mom, I thank you. This is a kind word. Mom plays an indispensable role around us and shapes our lives.
If we are tea, mother is a teacup; If we are kites, mother will be the thread that leads us to dream the world. If we are a ship, mother will be a shining beacon in the dark sea, guiding us to escape from the sinister deep sea. And my mother has been guiding me forward.
"No.39, No.85" When I heard the teacher announce the math scores of Unit 3, the joy I expected in my heart disappeared into the boundless darkness like a bright meteor. My mood is as bad as the rain outside the window. I sat alone in the classroom, looking at the bright red and harsh scores, tears in my eyes rolled down the test paper like broken beads.
I cried and blamed myself. I asked myself again and again why I did so badly in the exam and whether my efforts would be in vain. I walked out of the school with helpless and sad steps, and what I saw was my mother's kind figure. I walked over.
Mom saw me rubbing my eyes red. My mother asked sadly, "What's the matter?" "Fail the exam."
I said in despair. "Oh."
Mom nodded and continued, "Son, just because you didn't do well in this exam doesn't mean you will do the same next time. You just have to work hard in the future. Failure is a common occurrence in military strategists. You should treat your achievements with a normal heart. It's always sunny after a storm. You will succeed as long as you work hard. We share joys and sorrows, and share joys and sorrows. I will cheer for you next time and take a good test. " Do you know that?/You know what? "ah! Mom.
Your unpretentious words, like a breeze, dispersed the confusion in my heart, blew up my happiness and made my dim eyes look good. I nodded my head.
Later, I tried my best to get a 100 score. I went home happily and told my mother, who said, "I did well in the exam this time. Don't be proud next time."
I nodded again. Ah! Mom, you encouraged me when I was depressed, but when I got good grades, you said to me, "Don't be proud."
When I meet the "traffic light" of life, it is like a crutch, helping me through the ups and downs of life. Ah! Mom, I can't thank you enough for a hundred times, and I can't repay you with a gift, let alone wash my feet for a thousand times.
Here, I can only say one thing to you: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you for your help." Ah! Mom, you are the second sun in my life! Teacher, thank you for letting time fly. Are you okay? Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.
Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future. Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.
Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today. Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.
Teacher, I want to say to you: every day you walk onto the podium with a straight face, and our happy mood after class is destroyed again. How I wish you could smile at the moment! At the beginning of the class, you were frowning all the time and suddenly woke up a classmate who was absent-minded to answer the question. Classmates Zhang Er and Shang are at a loss, and the answer is wrong.
The teacher suddenly flew into a rage and asked him what was wrong. "The students in the back told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher didn't laugh. He still frowned and stared at us like an arrow. We had to shut up immediately and sit quietly.
At this time, how we hope the teacher can smile! In this way, your unhappiness and your classmates' carelessness may drift away in a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile. After class, many students ran to the podium and wanted to talk to you, but they were busy asking you, "What is it?" We were just about to speak when we were embarrassed to speak.
At that time, how we hoped that you could smile and chat with us easily! "Smile, ten years younger, we will learn better; Laughing is really relaxing, worrying and sad. " I have written such children's songs or poems before, but I dare not sing them. When can I sing them happily in front of you? Finally, teacher, I want to say to you: the new year has come, I wish you good health, happiness, harmony and beauty, and spend every day happily! Good people are safe all their lives! ! Dad, I thank you. I have a father, just like other fathers, but different from other fathers.
Dad is not only my father, but he should be grateful for whatever he does. My father is a math teacher in primary school, from grade one to grade six.
The school where my father works is a remote primary school. It's a long journey from home to school. It's difficult to walk, there are many cars and it's dangerous. I run on the road for two hours every day. My father is going to send me to a nearby school. After all, I was only five or six years old then, but I was determined not to go. I will go anywhere where my father works. My father and I are inseparable.
Dad is a good math teacher. Ask him questions, and he can always answer them easily, Dad.