It's not easy to say I love you. You're welcome. Because I'm lazy, my article has been written badly. tian teacher has said it several times.
On Friday, my father is very busy. It's the first time to go home by bus, and it's very fulfilling. When this person is excited, he easily forgets things. In this way, Zhou Ji naturally forgot to write.
On Saturday, when I was about to write my weekly diary, the escort selected by tian teacher came to my mind. First of all, I don't want to be a flower escort. I just want to write this interesting story. This is the case. When the teacher said that flower girl would be chosen, many students immediately raised their hands, but when the teacher said that they would write a composition, no one raised their hands, including me. Through this incident, I found that my classmates are a little lazy like me.
Since I can't be an escort, I'd better not touch this subject. I found another reason not to write a weekly diary. The rest of the time, I was thinking about the theme. There is nothing unusual and nothing to write this week, so I think I will keep my weekly diary until Sunday.
Time flies, I have been looking for themes and found one after another. Maybe I'm out of stock, and there's nothing to write, and I feel it's hard to write. In this way, I put it down. When I came to school at night, I remembered that I didn't write the weekly diary. I thought about the theme all weekend, and I didn't move a word in other homework. I must finish other homework before writing my weekly diary.
One minute passed, and it was Monday morning in a blink of an eye. When I received my homework, I was lucky enough to get through this crisis. However, it has already escaped and is remembered by the selfless "Liu Daren". I am in a hurry. I'm going to finish my weekly diary in music class, but time is running out. I only wrote two thirds.
It's a good idea to bring it back to the cabin at noon, but I forgot to bring it. Before class in the afternoon, when I got to the classroom, the teacher had announced the list. Oh, that's really memorized I almost finished it.
Alas, Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji, it's really not easy to say I love you.
It's not easy to say I love you. I think the exam is a boring and liberating homework.
I am not afraid of exams. Before the mid-term exam, we were still playing around. As the saying goes, the big test is fun, and the quiz is fun! But as soon as I took the exam, I was completely fooled.
When I read the newspaper, I hate and rejoice. Hate what? I hate greetings from seven aunts and eight aunts during the Chinese New Year, and I hate mixed doubles after exams. What do you like? I hope I can test the knowledge for half a semester and decide which one needs to be strengthened according to the score.
There is an "emotional emperor" Xiao Liu in our class. His expression is often very rich. I can assure you that no one can beat him with his eyes. However, I think the world owes me a golden statuette. When I saw Reading 2, I felt that the expression on my face flashed by, and I was shocked! I've been on edge ever since I handed in my paper. The first exam gave me a blow.
Needless to say, simple exams in politics, open-book exams in history, and complicated mathematics, closed biology, just a 50-minute geography exam, is enough to beat the seventh-grade students in the city. The world is shaking and chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Look, what does "20E 160W" stand for? I thought for a long time and wrote a D (termination line) on the paper. If the geography teacher knows that I have filled in this way, I don't know what to do with me!
And that dichotomy painting, I don't understand it at all. I sighed when I watched my classmates work hard. Needless to say, the vernal equinox slipped away strangely, and I don't know where the summer solstice went. Needless to say, China flew away without a terminator line. It's just that the "strange" map of the winter solstice announced that I was geographically finished. I really want to take another geography teacher's class!
I love you so much and hate your guts! If you ask me why there are tears in my eyes? That's because I love and hate exams.
However, as a middle school student, exams are the normal state of life. It's not easy to say I love you during the exam! Since you can't escape, why not face it bravely and strive for it! Then, say loudly: exam, I am coming!
It's not easy to say I love you. Examination is a painful and boring process for me, especially Chinese, and Chinese examination is often the most frequent.
"Ding, ding", the harsh bell rang. The Chinese teacher solemnly walked into the classroom with a gloomy face, and the elegant birds in the classroom were silent. Then, the teacher tore open the sealed roll bag with a loud "Zi La", and the sound was as clear as the crushed instant noodles in the quiet classroom.
The test paper was handed out. I just glanced at the topic and the whole person was dumbfounded! "What is this shit! Give you a sentence and then let you answer what you mean. This is a word from the teacher. How do I know what this means? " My heart is wronged and helpless, my head is as anxious as ants on hot bricks, and my forehead is covered with a thick layer of sweat. I looked around and suddenly felt safe. It turns out that my seat is really in the right place at the right time, surrounded by schoolmasters and surrounded by me like a phalanx. I pretended not to be careful and threw my pen cover to my deskmate. Maybe I can get answers to some questions in the name of picking up my pen cover. I went as planned, but I didn't expect my deskmate to see through my little trick and cover the answer with many pencils and erasers, so that I couldn't see it at all. It seems that this cover is "white", so I have no choice but to do the test paper by myself.
After the exam, the Chinese teacher seems to have become an octopus, correcting eight papers with eight hands at the same time. It took only one day to correct all the papers in the class. Judging from the teacher's gentle eyes in class, my grades should not be very bad this time. I let out a long sigh, and the stone hanging in my throat finally fell to the ground.
"Zhang Xiaohua 80 points, still need to work hard. Li Xiaoping 95 points, good boy, please keep it up! The horse scored 95.5 points. This time, the progress is very great. The score is higher than the monitor. Everyone should learn from him! " ..... In everyone's encouraging applause, I bowed my head shyly. You know, this time it's thanks to the god of luck!
Hey, hello, Kaojun! Why is it so hard for me to love you? It's like riding a roller coaster, swinging up and down, but in the end it's smooth sailing. ...
It's not easy to say I love you. Because of the current epidemic situation, more than 400 million people in China/KLOC-0 can't move, so they can only stay at home honestly. School has been postponed repeatedly, but children's learning can't be delayed, so the government chooses to let primary and secondary school students teach online.
At first, I was filled with joy. Why? Because I can finally use my mobile phone aboveboard, and I can hear the familiar voices of teachers and classmates again. I don't know what happened to them. I believe everything is fine! Imagine that the teacher is very attentive in class and the students are very excited to listen carefully. And there are only four classes a day, and there is absolutely no pressure. Great! I'm ready, come on!
The first week was very pleasant, and the students answered questions actively. It can be seen that the students' situation is good. Needless to say, I finished my homework efficiently, listened carefully, took a lot of class notes and wrote every word clearly. My mother also praised my excellent performance. It seems that our study is in the process of adaptation, and good students are looking forward to the next class.
But it didn't last long. In the second week of online class, I gradually found something different. The students didn't actively answer the questions at first. Although the teacher is still so enthusiastic and explains every knowledge point vividly, they can feel that the students are not paying attention to the class as before.
I'm also starting to have some minor problems. Sometimes I have a headache after a long class time, and sometimes I feel sleepy in class. I have no choice but to pinch myself hard. What is even more frightening is that staring at the mobile phone every day makes my eyes more and more uncomfortable and blurred. Look at my class notes again and scribble a few lines. ...
After a day's online class, I feel more tired than at school. It's really not easy for me I really want to go back to school, sit in the spacious and bright classroom and look at the teacher's cheerful, serious and enthusiastic expression at that time. After class, I can run, jump and play games with my classmates on the playground.
I really hope that the epidemic will pass quickly, so that I can see my teachers and classmates again and stop using my mobile phone to communicate.
It's not easy to say I love you. Excellent composition 5 "Ding-Ding" Chinese class bell rings. I have an ominous feeling in my heart. With my sixth sense, I thought, "Oh, no! There may be an exam today! " Sure enough, the Chinese teacher rushed in and said in a panic, "There is no homework today for the Chinese monthly exam tomorrow. Let's go home and review! "
Hearing the news, we immediately gathered a piece of dark clouds on our heads, and soon they condensed into a big cloud, feeling that a storm will start tomorrow! Then the math and English teachers have announced that there will be a monthly exam tomorrow. Please prepare for the "battle". Our hearts seem to be weighed down by a heavy stone, and we can't help but sigh: "What? Tomorrow is the monthly exam! Hey, I'm going to bed today 12! "
When I got home, I rushed into the room and began to review nervously. I picked up the Chinese test paper first and worked hard. "Shua shua shua" just finished reading the basic part, and when I looked down, I found that there were more than 800 words of reading, and my head immediately became two. I finally finished a Chinese test paper like toothpaste, followed by a math test paper full of calculation questions. The above figures seem to run down from the test paper and fly in front of my eyes, making me dizzy. I drank a glass of water to clear my head and cheer myself up: "To get a good grade, do it!" " "Wanted to think, I grit my teeth and get a pen to write, but I really can't write in the middle. So I switched to English again. Unexpectedly, the English letters on the test paper are more naughty than numbers, running around in front of my eyes, making me unable to write at all. I looked at it with a pen for a long time. Then my mother came in and said, "Daughter, Miss Wang asked you to recite your composition. It is getting late. Don't do the test paper. Recite the composition quickly! "Just be careful during the exam." I nodded in agreement. So I finished reciting my composition, almost 10, and went to bed early at my mother's urging.
In the examination room, like a soldier on the battlefield, I "killed" into the enemy camp and fought side by side with my companions without looking back. The classroom was suddenly quiet, except for the "rustling" sound of writing and the sound of teachers' high heels ... I hope this "war" will end soon.
Exam, I want to say that it is not easy to love you!
It's not easy to say I love you. The third day is a flowing river. We are a group of boatmen who go upstream and are attracted by the strange scenery on the other side. We propped up a boat and set sail. However, on the way, we met a strong wind and sometimes a heavy rain, which made us feel at a loss and blinded us.
-grade three, it's not easy to say I love you!
The face between youth and maturity has become the best memory of my classmates for three years; During that time, there were laughter and occasional loneliness, which became a shining star in the cardamom years. Looking back, I still remember a lesson we had. The teacher explained with great interest, and we listened with relish. There is harmony behind the table. I still remember the game we lost. Although we lost, we stubbornly raised our heads and stubbornly believed that there was still a future. Now, we are about to sail to the other side, but we have an inseparable friendship. Let our tense future shine faintly ahead, making people both afraid and eager for hope. Maybe when we get to the other side, we will go our separate ways and wave goodbye at the fork in the road. On this last difficult road, we are in a dilemma.
As the countdown goes by, the current is getting more and more urgent, and we are rowing harder and harder, and we dare not slack off. I live a busy life at 3.1 every day, immersed in the ocean of problems. Three inches of sunshine outside, refracted through the window, broke into pieces and carved many mottles on the notebook. How warm it is, but it is difficult to smooth the ups and downs in my heart. The pen tip grazed the paper and black ink oozed out. The sultry afternoon was full of drowsiness, and my head drooped listlessly. The teacher still enthusiastically explained functional geometry, but there was only a sparse response under the podium. The teacher immediately became angry with the expression of hating iron and not producing steel, and we immediately became nervous under the podium, but it was still difficult to hide the tiredness on our faces. The birds parked in the treetops outside the window disappeared somehow, and perhaps even they were tired of such a dull life. We paddled the wooden paddle hard, and the sweat easily soaked the hair tips, and our hands were already numb. We only relied on our inner vision for the future and gritted our teeth.
Life in grade three is like an adventure in a river. Sometimes the wind howls, the rainstorm strikes, and sometimes it hits the fog and blinds your eyes. Failing the exam, the teacher stared at it; If you are lax in your study, the teacher will step up the push. Everyone wants to be the leader of this team. Invisible pressure suppressed me in the painful review process, leaving me no chance to breathe. Therefore, in the cracks of age, in the gaps of time, look for a little motivation to support yourself. In fact, what we want is so simple, just a tomorrow that we won't regret.
In the swift river, we sailed to the other side, and the journey was extremely difficult. It's not easy to say I love you in grade three!
It's not easy to say I love you. Excellent composition 7 went to my sister's house to play yesterday. My niece, in the fifth grade, is reciting English words assigned by the English tutoring class teacher. Maybe that's why we went. My niece was in a hurry to recite her mother's back, but she got stuck when she recited it. Every time, she left angrily in her mother's preaching and reprimanding. Seeing my niece like this, I was angry and sympathetic as a bystander. I am angry because my children don't have a good learning attitude and method at all, and such learning is time-consuming and doesn't go to work. Compassion is because the child is looking forward to the weekend and it's time to relax, but we adults insist on imposing something extra on her. Can she be happy? Finally, my niece barely finished reciting it. However, before the new injury healed, the old injury was brought up again. My niece had an argument with her mother because she couldn't attend the dance class: the mother wanted her daughter to have a skill and insisted on learning dance, but her daughter resolutely refused to pay tuition and wanted to give up. I tried to help my sister convince my niece, but the child was too tough and I was in a dilemma.
Why are children ungrateful? Is the child wrong? But in my memory, childhood is play. Although we don't have beautiful clothes and superior environment, we "rush" in the embrace of nature full and happy every day. Now that life is rich, children live in buildings, but they have no partners, put on beautiful clothes, but they have no happy childhood! Is it the parents' fault? When other mothers send their children to remedial classes and see that other children can sing and dance, will you let them choose to play again? Going out, there are internet cafes and game halls everywhere. Will you still let your children play with peace of mind? Faced with this situation, how would you choose? Although the remedial class-falling in love with you is really not easy! But we have no choice. At this time, what mothers need more is calm. On the basis of respecting and understanding children, skillfully guide: talk with children and exchange ideas. You can also make a progress plan with your children, give them timely encouragement, let them participate in some activities, and stimulate their interest.
Here, I also want to say to my niece: My son, I hope you can stick to it! Can understand my mother's good intentions!
It's not easy to say I love you. At the school gate, I ran out of breath. AARON Li, my deskmate, followed me, grabbed me and said solemnly, "Your shoelaces are untied." I froze for a moment, then looked down at my shoes. No, wow! "Great! Happy holidays. "
Early this morning, I packed my things and ran to school as fast as I could.
The mid-term exam is about to begin. As the saying goes, "when you get cold feet, you will be unhappy." I believe that it's not a bad thing to review suddenly.
At the school gate, I ran out of breath. AARON Li, the deskmate, chased me from behind, grabbed me and said solemnly, "Your shoelaces are untied." I froze for a moment, then looked down at my shoes. No, wow! "Great! Happy holidays. " AARON Li winked at me, made a face and left this half-ocean, half-earth, half-earth place and flew away. Festival, what festival is it today? I can't help slowing down. However, I don't want to think about it. Gao Yang, a health inspector from Class Two, came face to face. He smiled naively, patted me on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Your shoelaces are really open." I quickly looked down, hey, I dare to lie again, no way. I waved my fist angrily. "Happy April Fool's Day!" Gao Yang, who also fled, reminded me that today is April 1 day, April Fool's Day in western countries. I only blame myself for "reading sage books with all my heart and not listening to things outside the window." I forgot April Fool's Day.
Being "suddenly attacked" twice in a row, I raised my vigilance. When I came to the classroom, I put down my schoolbag and carefully took out my textbook. "hey!" I don't know which bastard slapped me on the back and disappeared without a trace, leaving me standing there in a daze. "Ha ha ..." "Hee hee ..." Everyone laughed wildly.
"See for yourself." Wan Shuping took a piece of paper from my back and handed it to me. Let me see. There are two words written on it. Wang Chunhui next to him strangely read: "I am a Japanese stupid pig, I am a Japanese stupid pig." Oh, my God, isn't that what Gazi and others said in the TV series Private Zhang Ga? My face was burning hot, but this group of "rabble" laughed and laughed wildly. "Who wrote it? Who wrote it? " I threw down my broom and shouted in pain.
The third period is a self-study class. I was thinking hard about a difficult problem when I suddenly felt someone patted me on the shoulder quietly. I turned around reflexively, looking for the "culprit" of the sticker. However, at this time, the students behind all covered their faces with textbooks and read the text aloud in an orderly way. God, I'm being teased again. I can't stop it. Admit it is bad luck. I reached out my hands and touched my spine for a long time, but I didn't touch anything. Huh? What's going on here? I showed it to my deskmate, and he said there was no note and nothing. So I was cheated again.
In this way, all day, I was highly nervous, and my brain was like a taut string, always holding (di) to prevent unexpected attacks. But in this way, I still can't escape the fate of being "punished", which can only add to the joke. I don't know when a foreign festival has arisen on campus, which is very popular with people who worship foreign things and flatter foreign countries. I believe many students have experienced similar pranks. All day, people were too nervous to say hello, and they all retreated half a step to their heads. Alas! I really don't want this to happen again. I really don't want to have such an "April Fool's Day" again.
It's not easy to say I love you on April Fool's Day!
It's not easy to say I love you. Excellent composition 9 "Oh, you are twelve years old and should be sensible. Why are you still like this? " I'm bored to death. My mother nags again, never letting go of a little thing every time. But yes, when I grow up, I should take on more, but I am so ambivalent about growing up that I am full of expectations and don't want to grow up. What should I do?
When I was a child, I was envious every time I watched my mother make up. Once, I imitated my mother's makeup and wore beautiful clothes and high heels. As a result, my distressed mother told me that I can't dress up until I grow up, and I can't wear high heels. At that time, I dreamed of growing up. There are many children riding bicycles in my yard. I was curious about bicycles and wanted to ride them, so I pestered my mother to buy me a bicycle, but my parents disagreed, saying that I could only ride a bicycle when I grew up. Adults took care of me when I was a child, so I thought I could take care of myself when I grew up. Every time I behave well, my mother praises me for growing up, and I am very happy. Also, every time I want to buy something, my mother doesn't agree, just say, when you grow up and earn money, you can buy whatever you want. Because of these wishes. Therefore, I am particularly eager to be an "adult".
But now that I am growing up, I feel that growing up is not as beautiful as I thought. With the increase of grade, it is more and more difficult to study, the pressure is increasing, and there are more and more things to worry about. I have to get up early every morning and then start a hard day. I am tired and hungry after school every day, but I still have to face a mountain of homework. Every time I watch the children in the kindergarten next door play happily, my envious eyes will be worn out. How comfortable they are. They can play carefree every day, but I have to bear such heavy pressure. I am really tired.
When I grow up, the pressure of studying becomes heavier and heavier. Every time the teacher finishes reading the exam results, my heart beats the most. I am most afraid of seeing my parents' disappointed eyes after failing the exam. I always try my best to work in the direction my parents expect, but they keep putting pressure on me, such as how much did I take in the exam? It's really annoying Weekend is a holiday, but I can't have a holiday. Whenever I want to go out to play, all I get is two words, no, alas, whenever I hear a child playing downstairs, I can't wait to fly. Every weekend, my father always urges me to do my homework. As long as I didn't finish it by Friday, they kept pushing me. It's really annoying Finally finished, I want to be free for a while, but I can't. I can't do anything. It's really annoying I miss the carefree days when I was a child.
Alas, it's not easy to say I love you since I was a child!
It's not easy to say I love you. With the growth of grades, exams become more and more important, because exams have a lot to do with whether teachers can raise their salaries and evaluate their professional titles. However, all these burdens are on students. There are more and more test papers, so I can do my homework for two or three hours. The teacher's endless nagging even canceled my favorite art class. It's unbearable.
When it comes to exams, people in all grades and classes are like machines, studying day and night, and one group goes to the battlefield. Of course, the competition between classes is not the fiercest, but the fiercest is the competition between people in the class. Your former good friend turned against you, but you were not happy for you after you were admitted, and you worked hard behind your back and made up your mind to "pull" you down.
The most painful thing is those of us who study better. What I told others was that he (she) didn't review with Ben. In fact, review is the most exciting. We fight in the dark, we have to fight to the death in our studies, and we have to try our best to win the first and second place, so that we can lose and be afraid of injury.
However, there is no way. In this society, there is no way to survive without high cultural knowledge. In a word, the winner is king and the loser is kou.
On the surface, the exam is to test our study results for a semester. In fact, it is simply to put pressure on students and make our burden heavier.
Although I am not afraid of exams, the pressure they bring to us makes me sick of exams.
"Exam", you said that love is not easy!