What traces have I left in these six years? When I think of those piles of desirable past events ... six years in a hurry, there are countless desirable past events.
Soon, soon, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus, the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and walk into the new school with reluctant affection and start a new study life.
Six years ago, I came to this campus-the seventh primary school. I met my teachers and classmates who lived with me day and night, and opened the photo album. The photos inside remind me of the first grade of primary school. Look, this is a picture of us on Children's Day. The students stood there stupidly, as if they had forgotten their movements. Looking at it, I couldn't help laughing.
The day of * * * three years ago was my most unforgettable day. As a teacher, I was elected as the monitor. I was very excited.
Today, six years later, I have completely changed myself. I am an ordinary classmate. ..................................................................................................................................................................................
When I spent 13 this summer, I had my first alma mater in my life. Suddenly, 24 names flashed through my mind. ...
Today, I got up early and saw a layer of dust on my floor. I'm going to help my mother clean. So, I picked up the broom and tried to sweep the dust, but the dust was too light, and it didn't listen to me. Later, my mother told me that I couldn't sweep it with too much strength, so I swept it gently and finally cleaned it up.
I had a rest, and then I went to clean the floor. I wiped the whole floor again and again. My mother said to me, "You can't wipe it with a towel. Wash it if you want, and only clean towels can wipe the floor clean. " After listening to my mother, I cleaned it again. This time, I cleaned the floor. Looking at the spotless floor, my mother and I smiled happily.
Diary of Grade Six Students 3 The last class this afternoon was "Traffic Safety Theme", and the teacher showed us a video about traffic safety.
At first sight, our whole class was shocked. How many people died in car accidents? See if you can shed tears.
After a while, I looked at these people. They were news reports and said, "These people had car accidents because they violated traffic rules and got into trouble with the pedestrians who were hit." I feel sorry for those who have been in car accidents. My father was also hit, but he was safe and sound.
Later, the teacher took a picture of us watching the video in the back.
Today's class meeting let me give my father a good warning. "Pay attention to safety"
Diary of Grade Six Students 4 This evening, I saw a puzzling math problem. The topic is: 37 students want to cross the river. There is an empty boat at the ferry that can only take five people. How many times must they cross the river with this boat at least?
Careless people often ignore the "empty boat", that is, forget to have a gondola, so they can only take four people at a time. In this way, 37 people subtract one rowing classmate, leaving 36 students, 36 divided by 4 equals 9, and the classmate who worked as a boatman on the other side for the last time also landed 4, so it takes at least 9 trips.
Diary of Grade 6 students 5 "Hey, summer vacation is coming, hum, now you can sleep late!" " "I crossed my legs and thought happily. But who knows? ...
"Buzz, buzz ..." Close my eyes. When my mind is at the junction of lucidity and confusion, this sound will clearly pierce the eardrum and haunt my mind closely. It rises and falls, and it is near and far away ... Alas, annoying mosquitoes always disturb my lucid dreams.
I absently raised my hand and waved it twice with all my strength. Oh, the sound suddenly disappeared. So I began to fall asleep again. However, gradually, gradually, the voice "Buzz, Buzz ..." followed.
In this way, I don't know how many times I have tossed it over and over again. Tell me, can you sleep well?
Not only that, the noise on the road makes me restless for a moment. It is not the "beep" sound of cars, nor the noise of pedestrians. They are intertwined. How can I sleep?
I finally got through these two levels, and when my upper and lower eyelids were about to collapse, I was waiting for a groggy sleep. But suddenly, there was another thunder! Dad pressed the TV switch as soon as he entered the room after the night shift, and then there was a continuous program sound. ...
Alas, it's too difficult to have a good sleep!
The completion of the Chinese mid-term exam in the diary of a sixth-grade student made everyone panic. Everyone did well in the math exam, 100. It depends on the language if you want to rank first.
"Ding" is in class, and everyone is still chattering. Suddenly, the whole class was quiet. Needless to say-the teacher is coming! "Miss Yang seems to have a paper in his hand. It won't be a mid-term exam paper! "I was very excited to see the teacher with a big piece of paper in his hand. Midterm paper! You will know the score! I asked my deskmate. But he ignored me.
"The highest score is 96. 5 points, with an average score of 84. 7, the excellent rate is 55. " After talking for a while, Teacher Yang finally opened the paper in his hand. "Look, that's the paper I'm talking about!" I was so excited that I poked my deskmate. That's really a paper! However, how many points did I get? Will it exceed 80 points? I can't help worrying at the thought of this. If it is really more than 80 points, then I am finished. Mathematics is obviously too good, and Chinese is really bad. The test paper has been handed out, and I am anxious to see the score at once. Suddenly, my heart was filled with joy-I was 96 years old. Five points! Wow! Great, in that case, it won't be too low. So my mother will reward me. Great! My heart is full of joy. "Let's see what's wrong." I said to myself, open the test paper. Oh, no, this, this, this is going on! The teacher offered a reward of 100 "fit", and I actually wrote "fit". What should I do? 100 times! Is this to copy me to death? I like it very much. what am I supposed to do？ My mood plummeted, and it turned sunny to cloudy. I am looking down. Alas, I also misspelled the word "cooperation" of "reward" 20 times and wrote it as "harmony". Oh, my God, this is a double whammy! What should I do? I can't help it, I can only copy it now!
Alas, my carelessness is hateful, otherwise I wouldn't have deducted these points and copied them so many times! No matter what you do, remember to be careful again!
Diary of Grade Six Students 7 In our daily life, everything is inseparable from mathematics, which shows how close mathematics is to us.
During the summer vacation, my parents and I went to my cousin's house to play. I was thirsty on the road, so my father had to buy mineral water from the nearby grocery store. There is a rule in the grocery store: if you buy three bottles of mineral water, you can get a bottle of mineral water, and the price of a bottle of mineral water is 1 yuan. When my father saw it, he gave 10 yuan to the grocery store owner and said, "The boss bought 10 bottle of water." I got the water and drank it hungrily, and soon I drank two bottles. Before I came to my senses, there were several empty bottles. Dad asked me, "Lingling,1how many bottles of mineral water can 0 yuan exchange?" I think: I drank 10 bottles of water, and 9 empty bottles were exchanged for 3 bottles of mineral water. At this time, three empty bottles were exchanged for 1 bottle of mineral water ... and there were two empty bottles left. I happily said to my father, "Dad, I have worked it out, that is, 14 bottle of mineral water, and there are two empty bottles left." Dad smiled and said, "Think again!" I said thoughtfully, "we can borrow an empty bottle from the grocery store owner and return it to the boss after drinking it." Oh! We can drink 15 bottles of mineral water. " Dad nodded in praise.
Mathematics is to use it flexibly and integrate theory with practice. Only by mastering the knowledge of mathematics can mathematics serve us better. So we should learn mathematics well and make mathematics a good helper in our study and life.
Last Friday, the teacher asked us to send a handwritten newspaper about "Welcome the New Year". After class, I flew home, found an 8-inch piece of paper and looked up the information of "Welcome the New Year".
After a while, my mother asked me to write at my cousin's house. When I got to my cousin's house and got ready to do it seriously, my cousin asked me to write quickly and play with him. After listening to his words, I lost my mind. I opened my schoolbag and took out a blank sheet of paper at random. I thought, "It's too difficult to write an article. Let's draw first! " "
I'm going to draw a house on white paper, but I can draw, but it looks like a book. I don't care at all. Keep painting. Then I simply wrote a poem in the blank. After I read it, I was a little embarrassed to read it myself. But I wanted to play with my cousin, so I stuffed the handwritten newspaper into my schoolbag and went to play by myself.
On Monday, when I was about to hand in my handwritten newspaper, my classmates grabbed my handwritten newspaper and took a look. He said to me, "the newspaper you copied by hand is really ugly, and the paper is not used correctly." I brought it back and found it was opened on 16. The students are all eight years old. Look at their beautiful pictures and neat handwriting. I really can't take it anymore, so I quickly stuffed it into my schoolbag and prepared to go home and retake it. I thought, "Be serious for the second time, don't be distracted."
After school, I got into the study, turned on the computer, and concentrated on finding articles, poems and pictures about "Chinese New Year". It took me more than an hour to determine the contents of the handwritten newspaper. I took out my pencil, ruler and marker, and distributed the printed ones first. I designed a group of children to set off firecrackers in front of a house. In order to draw this picture well, I changed it again and again, rubbed it again and again, and it took me more than 30 minutes to finish it. I nodded with satisfaction, rubbed my sour and hard arm, made persistent efforts and began to write articles. I picked up a pen, neatly wrote an article "The Origin of the New Year", and wrote five ancient poems about the New Year at the top right of the masthead. I finally finished reading the handwritten newspaper and looked up. It was already dark. I think the article is neatly written and the picture is vivid. I am so proud that even the little people in the picture seem to praise me! The next morning, I confidently took out my handwritten newspaper and handed it to the teacher. I thought, "I have spent so much effort, and I will be praised by my teacher." My handwritten newspaper will definitely appear on the wall of the class to beautify our class 503. " Next time I write a newspaper by hand, I will be the same as the second time.
Today, jiaozi is in our home. I jump and jump happily.
I started to pack jiaozi. I was a little unconvinced when I saw my parents' bags. I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, can I wrap it up?" Mom said, "Can you do it?"
I said, "Why not?" So my parents and I hired jiaozi.
I picked up the dumpling skin, put the stuffing in, and pinched it with my hand. Ah, the skin is broken. My mother said, "Can't you?"
I am embarrassed to say, "I am a war hero-a wounded soldier."
After listening to this sentence, everyone began to laugh, and I followed suit.
Alas, it's not easy to package jiaozi. It seems that trivial housework is also learned and should not be underestimated.
Open the page in the diary of a sixth-grade student and feel the fleeting time of memory. After graduation, I want to bid farewell to good memories. Time can't hear my call, and go on relentlessly. Six years of spring outing is nothing more than dribs and drabs with partners. The last time is like a fleeting snowflake, short and precious. When I was a child, I wondered why adults always talked about childhood, and when they talked about it, their eyes showed their thoughts about childhood. I should bury the last spring outing in primary school and leave sweet memories.
Six tourist carriages were filled with laughter and the silence of mobile phones. The winding road is accompanied by charming scenery. The sun shines on the golden river, the birds lie flat on the river and then disappear into the clouds. Students put down their mobile phones and quietly watched the greetings from the sunset. When you come to Jiang Xinyu West Park, you will see modern amusement buildings, pavilions without ancient customs and charm, crystal clear streams and only water parks that have been stopped. Birds enjoy the cool in the shade, while we are exposed to the hot sun, and the dazzling sunshine blocks our view, so our personal photos will be fixed here. The scorching sun and green space are suitable for boys' sunny personality. The shutter sound of the camera can't help but arouse the tension in the girls' hearts, and form a group to talk about "I don't know where to put my hand when taking pictures, so embarrassing!" "The face will be swollen, what should I do!" At this time, a golden sentence appeared in the corner: "This is how people who have no black history of childhood come over." I praised it silently, but no one cared. This topic has nothing to do with my life. How can a woman like me care? As long as the lens of the camera can hold me, I am satisfied. The photographer's sister took us to a quiet willow forest. Yes, this is a "disaster". It's time for girls to take pictures. It turns out that I am the second girl. Because the first girl was timid, I was moved to the first place by the ruthless fingers of the photographer's sister. "Is it not taking pictures? How embarrassing! " The pose is the most troublesome: the photographer keeps asking me to put a small flower. This posture is so cute that I have been resisting it as a man. "Is watermelon sweet?" Ordinary students: "sweet." Me: "Huh?" Although the mouth is cute, it looks big when you look closely. "The pig is not handsome." Ordinary students: "Not handsome." Me: "Not as handsome as me." Photographer's sister: "Are there any handsome guys over there? Look at me. " I looked blank: "There is no me there!" A second before the shutter was pressed, the world seemed to freeze here. Catkin flies in the air with the spring breeze, imbued with the vitality of spring. The breeze caressed my eyes. The moment I pressed the shutter, I rolled my eyes inexplicably, and all the students present were shocked. After taking the photo, it seems that I just went to the battlefield, my hair is messy, my eyes are erratic, I have a cup of iced tea in my mouth, and I complain about the zero lunch. We should change the spring outing to survival in the wild, and then we will camp in the muddy grass to eat, but our simple survival needs are also blocked by the camera. Sitting on the ground and listening to the teacher's explanation, succulents like me were pricked by grass, and the soil was deeply reflected on my classmates' pants. The youthful and energetic little white shoes became the special shoes for Uncle Digger. I don't know if the teacher's sideline is real estate, and students have to "tear down" wherever they camp. After many twists and turns, I can finally have Chinese food before twelve o'clock and spend a pleasant and short afternoon shouting slogans of gambling and fighting landlords. ...
Close this page, look back and find yourself changing. Six years is like a dream. Unconsciously, we are facing separation. No, we should leave smiling.