When I first entered the school, the school had begun to take shape, with two teaching buildings and an office building. The first floor and the second floor are connected by corridors respectively, but they are not very modern. A year later, multi-functional buildings sprang up like mushrooms after rain, including computer room, multi-functional hall, nature room, art room, martial arts school and warm cabin. The degree of modernization is not what it used to be. There are two computer rooms, the number of computers has increased to more than 100, and each teacher has a computer. In the computer world, under the careful guidance of teachers, I learned the skills of drawing, typing, searching information, taking photos and chatting online. The "two machines and one scene" in the classroom is no longer a "decoration", but is fully utilized. We often receive vivid, intuitive and colorful education. The teacher's lesson preparation is no longer written in the notebook, but typed in the computer. There are many new things. During the holidays, I have foreign teachers to help me with my English. My English is expected to reach Level 3 next year.
"Ding Lingling-",in the afternoon, the fourth class "Rest assured class" began. Many students happily participate in various interest group activities, such as calligraphy, art, nature, track and field, swimming and so on. Under the arrangement and guidance of the teacher, I can use my brain independently and develop my own specialties and hobbies. I like painting, joined the art group, and had a painting published in early education.
There are two small gardens in front of the teaching building, and then another garden is opened next to the new building. There are all kinds of flowers in the garden. Spring has come, flowers are blooming and flowers are overflowing. Little bees buzzed around, some stopped in the flowers and were busy collecting honey; Beautiful butterflies like flowers and dancing. It's really full of spring scenery, which makes people relaxed and happy.
When I entered school, I was 7 years old and short. I remember the teacher told me to "write on the blackboard" and I had to stand on tiptoe. Now I am 1 1 years old and my height 1. 58 meters, will be a senior. For four years, our school has developed rapidly. I have a close relationship with the school and thrive in her arms.
Stories on campus are like seashells on the seashore, large and small, countless, colorful and varied. I picked up a few pieces today and told you something described in the shell pattern.
The stories on campus are very interesting. Before class, there will always be a few naughty children singing little stars or gourd dolls. Before singing a few words, a large group of students will shout, but this will only happen before class except math class. In class, there will always be a few people who are not afraid of being beaten and put a pile of books in front of the table to block themselves, and then they will daydream on the table. But after all, I can't escape the eagle eye of the teacher. The teacher's eyes were fixed on him, as if several sharp knives would fly out at any time. Fix him on the wall. Always shout "Pony, get up and answer the next question." Some classmates around him beat him a few times, and he stood up in a daze and anxiously asked his friends around him for help. But the class is over and the question is finished. Where is the next question? He faltered and scratched his head for a long time without saying a word. The students all laughed at this moment. After class, the classmates sitting next to him will ask him, "Brother Ma, are you awake?" He will immediately answer: "I didn't wake up, I was awakened by the teacher." "Ha ha ha ..." There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.
The story on campus is very touching. In the women's 400-meter relay race of the sports meeting, half an hour before the game, the women in the class warmed up in the playground against the cold wind. Before the game started, they cheered each other hand in hand. Although they are not the best, they are unique. After taking their positions, our first athlete flew out like an arrow, took the lead in a few seconds, and then ran aside and shouted at the top of his lungs after a perfect relay. The second classmate also ran very fast, but at the critical moment, the baton fell to the ground, and she fell, but she still tried her best to get down, grabbed the baton and continued running. The third and fourth students are in the back. It is not ideal to catch up with the version. After the game, they took responsibility for each other. Although the result is not ideal, the scene of the game is very touching.
The story on campus is bitter. Entering the third grade, the devil training to meet us is coming. Run at least four or five laps around the playground every day, and there will be more than a dozen laps on the day of going to physical education class.
Homework is getting more and more every day, sometimes I arrive at 12, and I will take a nap on my desk after I get to the classroom in the morning.
The amount of physical exercise is rising rapidly. Boys sometimes hang monkeys on ladders in one class, while girls practice sit-ups every time.
The story on campus records the growth process of every student on campus, exudes our different youthful atmosphere, writes our different historical mileage and takes us to the next chapter. Campus stories are salty, bitter and sour, but they will all become sweet memories.
Campus Story Composition 3 Walking into this small campus, you will be attracted by this eyeful of green, how dark the old banyan tree is, how vibrant the clumps of green radish are, and how confident every primary school student is to wear that touch of green. I like this green campus. It brings me confidence, warmth and growth.
Shi Xiao and I have too many unforgettable stories, one of which is the most unforgettable, that is, the first time I stood under the national flag to give a speech.
It was a day in the third grade because I was a reading star. Teacher Wu, the head teacher, recommended me to attend a speech under a national flag to introduce the reading of history books to the whole school. I'm going to give a speech on stage soon. I'm so nervous. I held my speech tightly in my hand, saving myself a sweat. It's like grasping at straws and not daring to relax for a moment. The speech was covered with dense circle sketches, which were all marks made by Mr. Wu when he accompanied me to practice my speech and instructed me to pronounce words and intonation these days. Now, they are like gobbledygook, I can't understand a word. Although I have practiced for countless times, the mood, pause and stress of the speech have been unstable. Will you forget the words when you get to the stage later? Will you not be emotional? Will it make a joke? I flashed countless images of failure in my mind. At this moment, a warm voice sounded in my ear. "What's the matter, nervous?" It's that beautiful host teacher. She smiled at me and said to me, "Come on, you are the best students standing here to give a speech." I looked up and took a deep breath. I saw full of green, the campus playground, lush and refreshing. I seem to be full of confidence again at once. Yes, Mr. Wu encouraged me yesterday. I just recited the manuscript I practiced these days on the stage again!
It's finally my turn to go on stage. I walked confidently onto the stage, and all the teachers and students in the school listened to my speech quietly. At that moment, how proud I was! Thanks to the experience of this speech, I gained confidence.
Experimental primary school, this is a place full of stories. I don't know how many years have passed and how many people have given time to this green campus and left stories to him. The story between Shi Xiao and me began in 20xx, and I will always thank Shi Xiao for every happy story.
As long as you face the sun, you can't see the shadow; Only when you are full of hope for the future can you keep running.
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Time slipped through my fingers in the blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, I have entered junior high school for two years. In the past two years, I have laughed, cried, been naive and grown up. I learned a lot, felt a lot and experienced a lot from that campus. I have too many stories with the campus.
"physical education class studies by himself today!" With the teacher's loud voice, the students cheered, and in an instant, there was no familiar figure on the playground. I found a cool place to sit down, only to find that there are clover all around, and three small leaves are connected by stems, swaying in the breeze like fan leaves. I really doubt that the cool breeze is blowing from this leaf. People say that four-leaf clover represents luck, so what does four-leaf clover represent? It means laughter to me! Remember to look for a four-leaf clover with friends. I picked some clover on my way to school and chewed it as I walked. The sweet and sour taste has always remained in my mouth. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't been to the botanical garden for a long time, so I flew over.
The experimental building is empty and sunny outside, but it is cool all year round. Walking into the botanical garden, my ears echoed with the ticking of water, and the surrounding plants were watery. Just like the Chu Qing after a long rain, the air is very moist and fresh, and a shallow fragrance hangs over me. That is the fragrance of kumquat flowers, like a pair of white hands holding golden stamens. It looks so weak, but it shows a kind of strength. At this time, a touch of red figure attracted me. It stands out from the crowd and stands tall on the branches. Red is better than fire. There is a fire-like passion concurrent and burning. It's camellia Dark green leaves lifted it to the top of the stage, and it struggled to grow and bloom. I stroked it and smiled. They are all beautiful, and beauty lies in boldness. Show yourself, beauty lies in unyielding vitality.
I suddenly realized that what I have been lacking all this time is this kind of passionate and energetic heart that is not afraid of difficulties.
The tenacity of flowers and plants needs no words, and I am ready to run to the sun. This is a story between me and the campus, and I will remember it.
There are many flowers and trees in my alma mater in junior high school, and I don't even know their names. The tree is not very tall and lush, but it is enough to cover the small world of several people in hot summer days. Almost every tree on campus has our own story.
At that time, I felt that physical education class was nothing more than eating and chatting for us. Therefore, physical education class has become my most anticipated class. Every time we go to physical education class, we rush to the canteen first, and the canteen is almost full of our classmates. Everyone is chattering about what to buy and what food is delicious. Before long, the originally noisy canteen gradually quieted down. The boys went to play ball games, while the girls formed a small group with their close classmates, each holding a bag of snacks and sitting on the floor under the tree at will.
As soon as the snack bag was opened, several claws stuck out, and soon there was only one packaging bag left. We are not busy eating, and we don't know who started the conversation. We will express our opinions or opinions if we disagree. We will discuss in all directions until the bell rings and we will go back to the classroom with a smile. The unfinished topic will definitely continue in the next class. On the physical education class, it was the tree of silence that gave us a small world to play in.
For me, it is most pleasant to put the time after school at noon. It's sunny and a little dazzling, and there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. At this time, we need a cool place to enjoy these beautiful scenery. Yes! It is most comfortable to sit or lie in the shade of a tree at this time. So we found a bigger tree and lay down directly. The grass tickles us playfully, and the breeze blows the hair pinned to our ears. The sun is no longer dazzling, and it looks more beautiful against the blue sky and white clouds. From time to time, a bird or dragonfly lingers under the treetops. In the busy third day, what I like best is the small world covered by white clouds, blue sky and not so big trees.
During the school sports meeting, each class should occupy a space as the base camp of Benbao, and our class is right under the biggest tree in the school. The lush leaves blocked the strong sunshine and gave the athletes a rest after the game. It is precisely because of the protection of the big tree that we are more energetic and have won one championship after another on the field.
Ah! The shade of the campus not only gives us a space to enjoy the most beautiful scenery, but also witnesses our step-by-step growth from an urchin and the process from sweating to winning the first place successfully. Here, every tree that is not tall, every tree that bends over, and every tree that leaves its leaves in autumn have left me too many memories.
Outside the campus story composition hall 6, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. "Sitting in a corner of the campus, humming a ditty. Everywhere is the breath of youth, everywhere is the trace of an English dictionary in the hands of seniors and sisters, and everywhere is our timeless memories on campus.
Classroom, learning symphony
"Math class again!"
Thursday is a day when the whole class must keep full study spirit. There are three math classes today, and the spirit of 12 must be played! From time to time, some students can't help but be confused. If you listen carefully, you may hear your classmates snoring. Unfortunately, there is a math test (quiz) again.
"The class representative will come to get the test paper." As soon as the teacher's words fell, a "nightmare" full of problems came to your hand. To tell the truth, I was very nervous at that time, afraid of making mistakes in solving the quadratic equation of one yuan, but I still had to bite my teeth, just for forty minutes! Who's afraid of who!
The classroom is very quiet, and there are always students scribbling drafts. What should I do? What a pressure! I am more and more impetuous and drink a glass of water from time to time. I can't do it at all. "How can this question have a root number!" I couldn't help muttering to myself. I was even more stressed when I watched my deskmate concentrate on writing the topic. Oh, who cares? Forget caution!
Drinking water can slowly cool my restless heart. I handed in my answer sheet and my grades were satisfactory. Sure enough, competition is the driving force of learning. Learning makes us want to compete, and motivation creates this wonderful "learning symphony". Come on!
Playground, women's struggle song
Who says women are inferior to men? Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "women don't let their eyebrows". Girls are also very chic on the playground runway!
Another section, physical education class, was 600 meters today. Usually I run 400 meters at most, but it's not a test, and suddenly I feel that there is a trend of Taishan topping. Everyone carefully prepares for the activity, "Ready, run!" The wind is very strong, and the surrounding leaves rustle and fly. In such a strong resistance environment, everyone took their legs and ran to the finish line! My heart supports us like a belief. Soon, a lap was finished. Unexpectedly, several girls passed by me and ran towards the finish line quickly. It is very beautiful. Naturally, we should go all out and continue to pursue victory!
How can a woman lose to a man? Now everyone insists on running every day. On the runway, the contestants played a song of struggle. ...
Campus, story serenade
In class, students are learning; On the playground, running footprints ... are the most beautiful stories left by the campus in the mood for love!