In the afternoon, the math teacher in our class asked us to move newspapers and papers. When we moved back, the Chinese teacher stopped me and said, "The Chinese teacher in Class Two is looking for you." I came to her and bowed my head. I know something. Sure enough, the teacher of Class Two asked me, "Why did you hit our classmate? Do you know that we were still in class? " I didn't say anything. She added: "class is class, class is class, you can have fun after class and observe the class discipline." Hearing this, my face burned and my head sank deeper. She seemed to read my mind and let me go without giving me any more trouble.
Yes! No matter how depressed you are, you should control your emotions.
Mom criticized me.
After dinner in the afternoon, I did my homework at home and my mother was mopping the floor. Suddenly, I heard my good friend playing football downstairs. I want to play after reading it. I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to play." Mom listened and said, "no, you can't leave until you finish your homework!" . "I have to sit down and continue to do it, but I always think about my friends. Their laughter came from time to time, and I couldn't sit still any longer. I stood up and walked up to my mother angrily and said, "Why don't you let me play?"? They can play, why can't I play! " . "Mom said," because their homework has been finished, you haven't finished it. When you are finished, you can do anything you want. " I said, "I'm going out to play. Mom can't stand frowning, staring at my eyes and hitting my ass hard. My mother beat my ass red. I started crying and my mother ignored me. After a while, my mother came up to me and said, "Do you know this is wrong?" I looked down and said, "Mom, I'm sorry! I know you did it for me. I won't do it again. " Mother touched my head and smiled happily. "
That time, I was praised.
That time, I was praised.
"Ah to write a composition again. Why do teachers have to arrange compositions every Saturday and Sunday? " I sat on my desk and sighed.
Unconsciously, the composition in my mind has been conceived for five minutes, but I haven't figured it out yet. Just when I was at a loss, "evil thoughts" floated in my mind. I quickly found a composition book from the cupboard, flipped through it and copied it down. I handed it in on Monday.
In the second class, the teacher came into the classroom with a pile of composition books and smiled at me. As soon as he entered the door, the teacher said to the students earnestly, "Write down your true feelings, for example, like Yang Huiqing." As soon as my voice fell, my classmates focused on me. I don't think anyone will be dejected and despondent when encountering such a glorious thing! And so I became a depressed person. Because what the teacher handed in for correction was not mine, nor was it my composition that was praised. I'm ashamed.
After that, I will never copy my composition again, because it is not my thing after all. I think my affairs, whether good or bad, whether criticized or praised by others. As long as it is my own, I am full of confidence.
criticize
criticize
Criticism is something that everyone doesn't want to meet. Criticism is accusation, and everyone regards it as an enemy. But being criticized once changed my view of criticism, and I regarded criticism as a good friend.
One Sunday, my classmates and I went to the market to play and forgot to do our homework. When I am impatient, I write my homework with two pens. Although it is a bit difficult, I can write new words twice at a time. I secretly rejoice in my cleverness.
The inspection began and the team leader was cheated. I am so happy that I feel so talented. Just when I was smug, the teacher stood up and picked up my notebook and said, "Look at Yang Fei's homework …" I paused for a while and didn't speak. The original neat homework is too regular. The teacher found me writing with two pens at the same time, and the criticism began. I'm ashamed. Finally, I ended my criticism by being smarter than smarter. Yes, I'm smart. I'm not in the right place. I mused. I carefully tasted every word of the teacher. It turns out that the teacher's words are not only criticism, but also encouragement, encouragement and love. ...
Where there is introspection without criticism, how can there be correction? Later, I learned that there is encouragement and love in criticism. "Yang Yang, why don't you eat food?" Can you grow taller and eat more to make you feel hot? Is it cold? Is it warm? Yang Yang, what do you think of your clothes? What should you do ... "I've heard enough nagging mixed with criticism. However, after introspection today, it is so sweet to listen to my mother's criticism and nagging. This kind of criticism tells me the way to do things, and it is full of care and education.
Criticism is no longer an accusation in my eyes, but an encouragement, a care and a teaching. I regard criticism as a good friend.
It is hard to be criticized!
It is hard to be criticized!
Wen/Chang Bao's narrative work Ding Ding Yi ... The bell rang in waves, and the students came into the classroom one after another, quietly waiting for Jia Lao's arrival. Teacher Jia came to the classroom, with a bright smile on his face, and gave us a serious and meticulous lesson. After we finished some examples, we were asked to do the problems on the blackboard, and the students all buried themselves in writing. In the silent classroom, it seems as if you can only hear the sound of writing. After a minute or two, Teacher Jia said kindly, "Ok, now stop your pens. Let's check the answer. " Under the teacher's command, the students stopped laughing and writing, and some people raised their hands confidently. Teacher Jia asked Hu Weiwen to answer, and Hu Weiwen replied solemnly: "It should be equal to one and a half." But my answer is different from hers, which is equal to five eighths, and my classmates have no objection. I tried to summon up the courage to raise my hand, but I shrank back timidly. The teacher swept her eyes and saw Zhou Yang, so she called her. Zhou Yang said very grievance: "I ... I didn't succeed." Teacher Jia said nothing, but gave birth to her with a smile. The teacher saw me behind Zhou Yang and blurted out, "Where's Chang Bao?" I stood up slowly and prevaricated, unable to "squeeze" my words. At first, the teacher was very kind to me, but I was too scared to say the answer. The teacher was impatient and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter? Didn't you do it? " I hung my head and didn't dare to look the teacher in the eye, but I was afraid of what the teacher would say about me. This ambivalence is really indescribable. The little man in the brain here said, "Take courage and tell the answer. Wrong is wrong. At most, I will only scold a few words. No big deal. Leave it to fate! " The little man under his head said, "Do you want to ask for it and get a scolding? Silence! " I don't know which side to stand on, so I have to put aside these useless ideas and look at eight fifths in a daze. Teacher Jia couldn't stand it anymore: "So you mean Hu Weiwen is wrong?" Except me, the whole class said in unison, "Yes-!" I blindsided, "just a little! Wrong is wrong, right is right, tell your answer! Teacher Jia said angrily. All my classmates voted for me.