Composition 1 the final exam of the first year of junior high school, a dialogue, plucking the heartstrings and lighting the heart lights. We grew up quietly in conversations again and again.
After entering junior high school, there is less and less communication with parents and teachers. I am like a turtle, huddled in a hard shell, leaving only two eyes to peep at the outside world lazily, enjoying the freedom of self-righteousness. Unconsciously, my grades dropped. Teachers and parents talked to me more than once. I simply closed my eyes and turned a blind eye to the teacher who shook my head.
In this way, I spent a semester in a daze When I "opened my eyes", it was the critical moment to prepare for the final exam. I was standing at the desk of the Chinese teacher.
There is a grade record book on the desk, which records the Chinese dictation results of the whole class for one semester. Look at my thread carefully, just like a little urchin sitting on a slide.
"This is the last time I talk to you this semester." The Chinese teacher's voice is deep but gentle, and there is an irresistible force. "I have been looking for you many times, and I believe that you and I are tired."
I closed my lips and said nothing, trying to build an "iron wall" with my usual indifference.
"I really want to know what you are thinking. Look at your dictation ... although it can't fully reflect your Chinese learning, it can at least reflect your learning attitude to some extent ... Have you really spent all your energy on your study? Don't need all of it, even if it's only 80% ... huh? " For the teacher's words, I just kept silent and listened with my head down. I ... refused to talk.
"I am full of hope for you. I think you are an understanding and aura girl ... now ... I hope you don't delay work!" The teacher smiled like a self-deprecating smile, and I froze-"dragging my legs"? I thought I could "fool around" this day, but I never thought about it like this ... why?
"Remember when you entered junior high school, everyone pretended to be the honor of primary school, the battalion chief, the squadron leader ... everyone was at the same starting line. Now, you are falling behind others. Are you ... willing? "
Tears poured down my eyes. Hearing the words behind the teacher intermittently, I kept asking myself, "Why?"
An idea came to my mind: "I want to work hard, I want to catch up and impress the teacher!" " "
I cried a lot that day. Maybe this is the first time that my hard turtle shell has been broken. Today is the final exam. I'm not sure if I can make rapid progress, but I'm sure that one day, I'll let my teachers rebuild their confidence in me.
I will remember this conversation, whether it is between me and my teacher or between me and myself!
My first story seems to have begun.
The first month; Every morning, I always walk to the school gate with my schoolbag and seven textbooks on my back, and look at the words' Welcome to No.17 Middle School' on the school gate. I'm a little secretly pleased. However, when I entered the school gate and went to class, I opened the door and saw strange smiling faces. I'm really at a loss. They are all classmates, but they are all born like this. In order to make friends as soon as possible, I really can't keep a cold face, so I have to say' good morning' to each other awkwardly or nod and smile. Although it's unnatural, I'm still warm when I hear the other person's response.
The second month; It's really silly to suddenly accept the challenge of four additional subjects. I looked at the textbook and listened to the teacher's explanation stupidly. Finally, I have a little knowledge. When it comes to the exam, most of the questions are still very confusing. Occasionally, the teacher left a workbook and started, feeling dizzy. I wanted to copy the answer, but I felt something was wrong. I have to ask questions without shame, as Confucius said. In this way, 90% of the questions can be answered when answering questions. Seeing that the challenges of the four subjects have been solved, the joy in my heart is self-evident
The third month; 1February is coming, the final exam is coming, all the courses are finished, and teachers of all subjects begin to test our actual level, which is euphemistically called proficiency test, but even exams, big exams and quizzes come in a hurry, and dozens of papers are in front of us. We are not afraid of this. What can we do if we fail? Others are not young enough, and the teacher is afraid that we think so. Because we think so, how can we progress? So I started to make a big list. The purpose is to let us know our level in the class. This method is not simple. How can I put it? The level difference, others don't know, this list, others found, no matter where you go, you can always hear someone behind you saying, "God, I thought he studied well. In fact, that's all. " How can you not work hard after hearing these comments? And at this time; ; The teacher's goal has also been achieved.
The fourth month; The intense and busy review is over, and the final exam-the final exam is coming.
Oh, my god My first story has just begun. ...
Recently, it is difficult for animals to survive because of human wanton destruction of the environment. So King Tiger decided to hold an animal congress.
The tiger called the cuckoo and said solemnly, "cuckoo, the king is going to hold an animal meeting." You tell everyone that there will be a meeting in Houshan Forest at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon to discuss environmental pollution. "cuckoo nodded and said," yes, your majesty. " Say that finish and fly out. Cuckoo flapped its wings and shouted in the air, "Your Majesty said that there will be an animal meeting tomorrow, so please gather in Houshan Forest at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. "
At three o'clock the next afternoon, the animals came one after another. However, many animals were seriously injured and limped. The tiger frowned and said seriously, "I know you are in pain, so let's talk about it today!" " I declare the animal congress open now. "
The lark stood listlessly on the branch and said, "I used to have a beautiful bird's nest, but human beings were too bad." They cut down trees desperately and ruined my home. I am homeless now. " It's nothing. They also shot at us. My parents were killed by them. I am alone now, alas! "
At this time, the fox came out and stamped his feet and said, "Yes, yes, they will eat our meat. It's disgusting!" " I really can't stand it! "
The monkey jumped out and said angrily, "We monkeys are worse!" " Originally, our family lived happily together, but humans always separated us and took my parents to the zoo to perform for them. If you don't listen, you will be beaten. "
The rabbit jumped out and gnashed her teeth and said, "Yes, human beings are really hateful! Talking about caring for small animals, but actually catching us everywhere! "
"We help people catch pests. Not only do they not protect us, but they always use us to stew meat. " The frog gave a long sigh.
When everyone had finished speaking, the tiger cleared his throat and said, "Since everyone has opinions and there is no place for us here, let's act together and go to another planet!" " The animals said in unison, "Good!" "Then how can we get there?" When the tiger asked, everyone was lost in thought again.
After a while, the clever fox stood up and said, "there is something called a spaceship in the world, which should be able to send us there." Let's build some big ships. " Everyone thinks it's a good idea.
In less than a month, animal Qi Xin made several spaceships and flew to Planet M together. From then on, no one can kill them at will, and they live a beautiful life.
There will always be some students who don't study hard and choose to cheat during the exam. There is such a classmate around me.
It was two years ago in retrospect. In the examination room, I was about to "cram for the last minute", but there was such a dialogue in my ear: "Come on! Have you finished reading that small copy? The invigilator is here! " Another hoarse voice said, "Soon. There are also the last two paragraphs. " Hearing this, the two students are Zhifeng and Gang Kai. I thought to myself: these two people don't study hard at ordinary times. By this time, they want to cheat! Forget them, I want to study hard!
Soon the invigilator came, and boy, there were two, the first and the last. See how you cheat. The first class is English. I glanced at the test paper. Yes, almost all of them. I answered the question carefully and checked it several times. I feel all right. I'm ready to relax. But my eraser suddenly dropped. I bent down to get my eraser and saw Zhifeng and Gangkai passing notes. This hand is also drunk. Chi Feng took out the prepared note and put it in the crack under the table just now. Then he secretly took it out from the crack under the table and wrote the answer, and then put it back. Because Zhifeng's seat is in front of the box, and a series of actions are clean and neat, leaving no traces, it is "premeditated" at first glance. Shit! The invigilator saw it. That little note also disappeared like life. The invigilator asked them to stand up. I thought: they are dead this time. But I didn't think of it. Zhifeng's brain is smart enough He just stood up and stepped on the note. The invigilator searched for a long time, but found no note, so he let them sit down. In the following time, they have been using this method to answer questions, because their "solving skills" are more superb, and even the invigilator did not notice it.
In the next few exams, they cheated in different ways.
A few days later, the time bomb finally exploded. I don't have to be afraid until the exam is over. Fortunately, there was no "serious injury" (the exam was ok, but there were not many careless places), but some students were different and some were "seriously injured"; Some were "blown into disability"; Some of them were "blown beyond recognition", but after a few words from the "emergency nurse" (teacher), many students were saved. Most students are going to "save enough money to buy bulletproof vests for the battlefield" next semester, so as not to be so "bombed" next semester.
Don't be afraid of the peak ahead, believe that you can climb to the top. —— Inscription Whenever I face difficulties, I will always go forward regardless of difficulties, because there is always a word that encourages me. I remember that day, when the science test paper was handed out, I saw the unsatisfactory results on the test paper, and my heart was in a state of anxiety: this must be criticized by my father. After school, I bowed my head, walked to the door with trepidation and knocked shyly. Father knew I was coming, so he quickly opened the door for me. The door creaked open and my father saw my depression. For an instant, my father seemed to read my mind. He really knows me as a father! My father said to me, "Son, put away your schoolbag. Dad will take you to climb the mountain, which will definitely make you happy. " Climb the mountain! I am surprised that my father never likes climbing mountains. He refused to ask him several times. I didn't think much, and I didn't hesitate. I put down my schoolbag and went climbing with my father. Came to the foot of the mountain, looked up at the peak, a large lush trees, like rolling green waves, was blown by a gust of wind. Birds in the mountains are singing happily, as if welcoming us. Now, I feel much better. "What are you waiting for? Come up! " Father said to me in front. I came to my senses and trotted up the hill. The scenery along the mountain road is beautiful, and the grass dances against the breeze. There were bursts of flowers in the distance. I thought to myself: this mountain is not very high, but it is so beautiful inside. Will it be more beautiful at the top? I ran to the top in three steps. Halfway up the mountain, I was panting and out of breath. My father stood by me and looked at me kindly. I looked into my father's eyes as if to tell me, "What's the matter? Where is the determination to climb to the top of the mountain just now? I don't want my son. " I took a sip of water, refreshed myself and walked on to the top of the mountain. I walked and thought: I believe I can do it! I climbed to the top of the mountain and walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Ruian City. The whole city of Ruian is like a watercolor painting in the south of the Yangtze River. My melancholy disappeared. I looked back at my father. My father smiled and said to me, "Son, there are mountains of difficulties. As long as you have confidence and perseverance, you can reach the top. " . Remember, the mountain is only that high! "Although it was just a simple climb that day, it was deeply imprinted in my mind. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I always face them and never flinch. There is always a voice echoing in my ear: the mountain is only that high! this
The final exam composition 6 of junior one finally ended the exam today! I'm only in grade one, and I'm full of expectations. Now, I have worked hard for a semester and ushered in a three-day exam. The exam was very difficult for Kobe. I was dazzled and caught off guard.
On the first morning, I took Chinese and geography exams and reviewed at home in the afternoon. You know, my Chinese is one of the best, but my geography is terrible. So the night before, I read the geography book One Night and reviewed geography well. But when I took the Chinese exam, I was at a loss. I was so busy remembering geography that I forgot all about my favorite language. I really draw water with a sieve!
I took math and biology exams the next morning and reviewed at home in the afternoon. Today, I'm completely finished, because my math is average and my geography is still poor. I think today is my "end". I took the math exam. I don't think math should be difficult. I also listened to the teacher in class. It shouldn't be difficult to get 80 points. I also found that mathematics is really simple. Even if I can't write, I can work out the answer with a little brain. After the math test, it is the candidate. I wrote a lot from memory in the book, and there are nearly 50 points left, but I can't remember the answer clearly. I think it's really over, but I still stick to my principle that I can never leave a blank, so even if I can't write, I can only write what I really answered the teacher-if you fail the exam, you must not leave a blank. Routine, write what you know, guess what you know, and scribble if you can't, at least 40 points. The third day, finally the last day of the exam. I think it's finally the last day, and I can go to play after the exam. Ha ha ha, I can't help laughing when I think of it! I took the exam, especially English, history and politics. These courses are just my strengths, especially politics and English. My two courses are before the whole grade 10, and I have never scored 90 points. After school (afternoon) is finally over, and the semester is over. There is a feeling of being reluctant to part with school, teachers and classmates for an instant ... tears suddenly burst into my eyes and I cried. I was with everyone at school, and those feelings that I couldn't give up flashed through my mind.
Perhaps, because of the tears on the third day of the exam, I really could not bear to leave school. I seem to feel the joy of being with everyone at school. Perhaps, in the future, I will no longer lie in bed and go to school early every day to meet my good friends. Perhaps, I will really change my view of my school and friends because of the first final exam in junior high school.
Reading a beautiful article is better than afternoon tea. Reading a beautiful article is better than the cool breeze in early spring. Reading a good article is a kind of redemptive comfort to the bustling mind, which makes ordinary people living in today's bizarre society come into contact with real enjoyment and happiness. This kind of happiness has nothing to do with fame and fortune, this kind of happiness has nothing to do with power and status, and this kind of happiness even has nothing to do with where you are and how your status is. All people who use the same language can enjoy it and get happiness from it.
Unfortunately, in this fast-paced modern life and this efficiency-oriented society. Among all the results-oriented values, too few people are willing to hold a cup of green tea and a good roll and immerse themselves in a good article in the afternoon sun after watching a movie or TV series. What have we lost in today's fast food culture? In today's visual shock brought by film and television, do we still have imagination? When the thrilling and bizarre plot of online novels attracts our attention today, where can our hearts rest? How do children who grow up step by step in this atmosphere understand "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and wisdom"? How to understand "indifferent to ambition, quiet in the distance"?
Yes, the ancients also said that "it is better to believe in books than to have no books", but I believe that there will be a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers. Under the correct guidance of adults, learning the culture of Laozi and Zhuangzi will not necessarily cause children to passively avoid the world, but will guide them to stick to their original heart and be indifferent to fame and fortune. Similarly, learning the works of genius that have gone through hardships and carefully reading the feelings of compassion and loneliness that seem to flow in their blood will not make children lose their wings and hate the world, but will make them strong and resolute. "Reading a book is talking to many noble people." Everyone is born a blank sheet of paper. If you want to educate your children well, it is not enough to rely on the strength of relatives and teachers around you. I hope that children in the new era will not be arrogant, pretentious and gentle.
Everyone is an ordinary and special existence in the world, and may not be as brave and firm as ostrovsky, but we must have our own beliefs and responsibilities on the way to our dreams. You don't have to be detached and dusty like Laozi and Zhuangzi, but you should also have your own free and easy confidence when you encounter setbacks. Life should be like a cup of light green tea. May you be treated gently by the whole world, even if you don't, you should be able to appreciate the blooming flowers and accept the world with fallen leaves all over the ground.
Today, I want to introduce a teacher to you. She is our political teacher. She is an energetic big sister, and her big eyes set off her beautiful temperament. Unfortunately, however, the political teacher only taught us for a year and left.
The laughter-loving character of the political teacher has won our favor and made us willing to trust, respect, communicate with and make friends with her.
There is no doubt that the political teacher's class is the most active, and the students in the class don't like the political teacher's class. Politics class is particularly interesting. Sometimes we rehearse our own plays, and everyone is eager to try and try to be both a director and an actor. That's good. Well, how can I put it? Can only understand, can't express. "Teacher, teacher, choose me, choose me!" Everyone raised their hands when the teacher chose "actors". "Oh, why didn't you choose me!" This is the complaint of the students who didn't choose. Whenever this happens, the political teacher always says, "Students, don't be sad, maybe you will be elected next time!" " "Yes, there is still a chance. At the thought of still having a chance, the students who were not selected pouted and turned into sweet smiles. Sometimes, the political teacher will choose a few small judges from among us, and let us judge and choose "the best drama" and "the best actor and actress". Drama should not be performed as we think, but should be combined with what we have learned or will learn in drama, and the sentences should be logical and clear. The political teacher has exercised our courage and made us learn and be happy in play. Class is over, and we are still unfinished. It's the first time we find ringtones so annoying.
The political teacher also asked the political class representatives to write down the word "positive" in their notebooks. If a student answers once, he or she will write down his or her name in the notebook and add a note after it. At the end of the semester, the political teacher will give prizes to the top five students. Wow, this is unheard of and unprecedented, which greatly stimulates our interest in learning. We prepare for ourselves before class, so that we can better answer the questions raised by the political teacher in class; After-class review is to answer questions during the political teacher's surprise inspection, so as to add a few more "positive" words. Over time, we have developed the habit of previewing and reviewing regularly, which is very helpful for our study, greatly improving our study efficiency, improving our political lessons, learning the content well, and making the whole person relaxed a lot!
That is to say, my political teacher, after listening to my introduction, did you also fall in love with her-an energetic and good teacher?
Unconsciously, the yellow butterfly flew to the ground, the white clothes were covered with yellow spots, and my eyes were still white-the snow had just come, and winter seemed to be "cheering" for the middle period.
It is frighteningly cold in the morning, and the cold chill is ready to welcome the arrival of snowflakes. Autumn is still reluctant to go, fallen leaves linger on the soil, the tree wants to keep the red skirt, but the north wind is ungrateful, "whirring" off the dead leaves, and snowflakes finally come in droves.
Snow, it rains heavily. After a while, he changed into a white evening dress, and the wind played a passion rhapsody for him. The climax of music is that people's frozen hearts are restless, and the students in the class look at the snow outside the window, more and more, faster and bigger! The bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom cheering, the silent winter was awakened, and the rhapsody reached its climax again!
Sitting alone in the tree in autumn, staring. Maple leaves hang on the branches and sway with the wind. The rustling sound among the leaves is like a spell sung by an elf, rising and falling, like cheering for winter and seeing off for autumn. On weekdays, the dancing butterfly can't move, and its beautiful dance is ruthlessly shattered by the snow, like a meteor across the white field of vision. "It's time to go," Qiu thought while looking at the scenery. After that, I reluctantly left.
The snow gradually subsided, the music gradually faded, and the autumn shadow gradually disappeared without a trace. Everyone realized her departure, and the fiery heart calmed down again. The man who smashed the snowball fight stopped and said goodbye silently. Two people or one person, holding an umbrella, there are snowflakes floating on the umbrella surface, and all the colorful umbrella flowers are covered with white, which becomes extremely white. People hiding under umbrellas reach out and let snowflakes float in their hands. Unlike cold and hard ice, snowflakes become water and are soft. Whiteness makes this school extraordinarily holy. Time passes slowly.
Snow struggles to shine, and it grows into goose feathers, just like a fairyland. People sitting by the window can enjoy themselves, reach out and grab them, and pieces of "goose feathers" fall on their palms. "White falls, prosperity falls", white comes, prosperity should go. At noon, people get rid of their busyness. Sleeping on my stomach, sitting reading, walking and watching the scenery … all returned to the original appearance.
Looking back, I haven't been so happy for a long time, and it hasn't snowed so hard. The snow finally stopped, and the trees and houses were covered with snow. Just after the mid-term exam, I was ready to give up studying because I didn't do well in the exam. Suddenly I froze-the snowflake that had just stopped was flying with all its strength! Listen.
"Young people, don't give up your dreams easily, and don't choose comfort at the age when you can bear hardships most." I picked up the book and walked into the classroom.
10 It's another autumn. Under a blue sky, patches of golden rice fields and strings of heavy ears of rice are filled with mature joy, just like oil painting, which is my deepest fascination with autumn.
Today, it's the day when our whole family mobilized to cut rice. The water in the rice field has already been drained, and Daohuaxiang said it was a good year. However, the frog's voice has been replaced by the rumble of machines. My uncle pushes a small harvester and walks effortlessly along a straight line. Rice seems very obedient. As soon as the harvester passed, it lay on one side, just like planing the rice field again, quickly and neatly. While we were not idle, we played a game of cooking: I handed the lying rice to my brother, my brother handed it to my cousin, and my cousin finally handed it to my father. Father put the rice into the electric rice thresher, and the ears of rice were stripped clean at once, and then the rice was stripped continuously on the other side. In a blink of an eye, a handful of rice turned into bare rice stalks, and full grains of rice remained inside.
Although the autumn sunshine is no longer hot, we are busy, but we are also sweating like rain. At noon, my mother brought lunch with a bamboo basket, which is our favorite sesame wheat cake. Tired body and hungry stomach make me feel that "this cake should only be in the sky, but it is rare to eat on earth"!
After dinner, in the shade, the autumn wind blows gently. Dad said to his uncle, "Life is getting better and better now. With high technology, cutting rice is easy and fast. The morning is over, and we still have time to go fishing in the afternoon! " "Yes, brother, I remember when I was a child, it was really a painful memory for us to cut rice. At dawn, my parents dragged me to the field, and I had to cut it until dark. It took several days to finish, and my waist was almost straight. " Uncle went on to say, "What's more, there used to be leeches in the field, so we kept running in the field in order not to be sucked away by them ...". Haha, my brother and sister and I couldn't help laughing. It turns out that my father and uncle were "running teenagers" when they were young!
Through this rice cutting, I realized golden rice fields, flowers in spring, fruits in autumn, a sweat and a harvest! I also want to work hard on the road of learning, shed hard sweat and meet the future harvest!