1, a 300-word composition from the sixth grade, has always encouraged me to study hard and bring myself a better life when I grow up.
School begins, a new semester, new troubles and new pressures. When I stepped into this classroom again, it was still the familiar classmate who accompanied me for six years, or the familiar noise. I should come when I am happy, that is-hand in my homework. I take out my homework and pray that I don't forget to bring any homework, but people forget to bring a homework. Sure enough, I was scolded by the teacher, alas! This is an unforgettable beginning of school.
At this moment, the teacher came in with a smile. He said to us earnestly, "classmates, we meet again." This is our last year together, so I hope to cherish the time and seize the last chance to be admitted to your ideal junior high school. "
Unconsciously, time slipped away in our laughter, but we haven't found it yet, but our hope for learning has not been extinguished. As sixth graders, we are under great pressure. But we should turn pressure into motivation and try our best to get into our ideal school.
Spring breeze blew away yesterday's sadness and brought today's good mood with flowers.
This afternoon, the school held the opening ceremony as scheduled to donate money for poor students. At the beginning of the opening ceremony, Mr. President delivered a speech. It's great to listen to the president's speech. I am very excited to hear these inspiring words. I feel like a sailor about to sail, eager to try and prepare for battle. But I feel like a young eagle about to fight the sky in Wan Li, flying towards the sky and the rising sun. How wonderful it is to study and live happily and carefree in this pure land of ethnic primary schools under the inculcation of teachers and the care and love of students! The school is like a big family, a big garden, which connects the hearts of teachers and students and changes the hearts of children of all ethnic groups into friendship, sunshine and unity!
The power of snowflakes is to connect the sky and the earth; The power of flowers is to make the air full of fragrance; The strength of ethnic primary schools is to make every child's smile more sunny.
Before you know it, it's been a week since school started. Although I just started school, I feel very tired this week. The course is full, and I'm a little breathless, but it's good to take a break, talk and laugh, and relax. New semester, new curriculum, new teacher.
This semester, we changed our math teacher. Her surname is Liang. Although she looks ordinary, she has her own way. Let all naughty boys in our class concentrate on her class. I kind of admire her.
Every day, English. Count. English, three subjects. It makes my head spin. Even the time to play ball was taken away by the three of them. Who called me Moses? Every day my mother is like an instructor, giving lectures by my side. Let's go Hurry up, I feel very tired! .
Today is Friday, because physical education class in our class is taught by two teachers. Another thing I will never forget is physical education class in the afternoon. Shortly after my nap, I asked Miss Li of the Sports Committee if she wanted to go to the playground for class. Teacher Li said, "It's not his class". He is in the fifth grade class. So I asked my math teacher, and she also said it wasn't my class. We asked the English and Chinese teachers again and said they didn't send us to physical education class. We scratched our heads and went back to the classroom. Tintin, Tintin ... Class begins, and our fans are open.
This week, although I am very tired. But I am still struggling happily.
The long-awaited opening day has finally arrived. Get up early in the morning, carry the schoolbag packed yesterday, grab something to eat and go to school.
Walking, cheerful mood gradually became uneasy, because I bid farewell to my alma mater-"Nanmenwai Primary School" and set foot on a new school-Linghe Primary School. How will I face all this strangeness? -A teaching building inlaid with the words "Linghe Primary School" caught Mu Ran's eye. I look for those familiar faces inside and outside with a feeling of anxiety. Finally, I saw my old friend Zhou Zhiming by the playground. I ran over with relief and saw xu teacher of our alma mater. Don't mention how happy you are. For the first time, I realized that friendship is more cordial and teachers and students are more respectful.
Xu teacher led us to find a new class, and I secretly made up my mind that in the towering teaching building and spacious and bright new classroom, I should not only study hard and get good grades, but also establish new friendships with these strange faces. Respect teachers and love students, and be a good student with excellent academic performance.