A pair of eyes shining with pure enthusiasm. Like a pair of diamonds that can open a stone, a tiny and beautiful nose.
Two thin lips are too expressive, as if ready to tie a ponytail at any time. Wear a blue dress, black pants and black shoes. This is my math teacher.
We like her very much. Sometimes she is strict, sometimes she is amiable, and sometimes she cares about us like a mother.
My math teacher is sometimes very kind. Her class is lively, interesting and easy to understand. She always takes every student seriously. If a classmate doesn't understand the teacher, she will speak patiently until he understands. This is my math teacher.
My math teacher is sometimes very strict. Recently, the teacher launched a "fake activity" in the class (as far as I know, it was to crack down on students who pretended to study). If the teacher catches you pretending to study, hehe, you should know the ending.
This is my math teacher, a strict and kind math teacher like my mother.
The composition of the sixth grade, the second article, the countryside, is familiar to everyone!
The sky is blue, the grass is so green and the flowers are still so sweet and beautiful. The cicadas in the tree kept calling, and the leaves were shining with dew. Bamboo grows and grows, and the wind blows bamboo naughtily, leaving a symphony of "rustling" ... All this should be familiar to everyone!
But they are not as harmonious and peaceful as you think. Do not believe, let's see how they live today:
Daisy is a famous "wild girl" in Shuhuahua Town, and she is restless for a moment. Today, she is going to put dry sand into Brother Liu's wet soil and stir it to make it thick and sticky. She is looking forward to brother Liu's expression. Tomorrow she wants to tear off a petal as a bookmark while Hydrangea's sister is taking a nap. The day after tomorrow, I will tear off Uncle Poplar's beard ... This is a disaster.
It turned out that the little daisy forgot to bury her footprints with sand after making sticky and thick mud, and that basin of soil is also precious red soil, which was collected around the gem mine and can cultivate new flower seeds. Article 56 of the Law of Caomuhua Town: All crimes related to reproduction shall be severely punished. The year before last, Brother Corn was sentenced to 8 years and 4 months in prison and fined 600 silver coins for planting flowers. (equivalent to our modern 654.38 million yuan) Little Daisy knows nothing about soil culture, but she still knows a little about the law. Now the little daisy panicked. What should she do? How to solve it? Daisy couldn't think of a way to hide it. ...
Not far away, stood a little girl. She walked slowly towards me. Who is she? She is me! Want to know me? Then let me introduce you!
My "wave head" is black and shiny, and there is a glimmer of light. My eyebrows are very light, like a crescent moon, and they are thick. My eyes are small and watery. If I am angry, my eyes will turn red. My mouth is also a cherry mouth, but if I get angry, you should be careful of my teeth. Click, your clothes may be red with blood.
I'm still a computer geek. A few days ago, I got up early. I sneaked into the electronic room. In a short time, I played all the mobile phones, computers and even tablets in the electronic room. "Ding Yinke, are you in the electronic room again?" Mom and Dad's room suddenly sounded, "I. . . . . I am reading a book! " I replied with trepidation, "Oh, nothing!"
Besides, I have many hobbies, such as reading. If I have a book in my hand, if I want to put it down, I must exchange it with another book. I also like swimming. Once, my father helped me to hold my breath and mumble, which made me feel worse and worse. "Crash", I rushed out of the water, "1 minute 29 seconds!" Dad looked at the timer in surprise.
This is me, this is the person who loves everyone, flowers are in full bloom, cars have a flat tire, and thieves go away! Do you like me?
The composition of grade six is like a book. Every day is every page of the book. Turn a page every day. But this book is different from other books. This book can only be read once!
Reading has made me understand a lot.
Reading makes me understand the preciousness of time-time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it; Reading makes us understand the importance of friendship-true friendship is like health, and its value is not known until it is lost; Reading, let me understand the importance of knowledge-knowledge changes fate; Reading made me understand the preciousness of life-I will never forget that living is a pleasure. Books are like my food. Without books, I feel like I am addicted to drugs. When I feel uncomfortable and depressed, I read books, because only books can bring me happiness. Now I have a soft spot for books and am fascinated. Only by reading more books can you understand the world and take the lead in knowledge and study. If you have less knowledge, it will be rare. It will be strange, and you will become a "rookie" and don't know what others know. Reading is accumulation, and the size of knowledge depends on accumulation. After that, I was accompanied by books every day, and when I couldn't see them, I felt something was missing. From then on, I stopped being naughty and found time to read. This book enriched my knowledge: it took me to heaven and understood the vastness of the universe; It takes me into the sea and understands the mystery of the ocean; It took me back to the past and learned some little-known things ... books are the golden key to open the treasure house of knowledge. Every good book is like an enlightenment teacher, guiding my direction. It tells me the principles of being a man, from which I can gain more knowledge and establish my life goals.
When I was in kindergarten, the books I came into contact with were children's textbooks, dad's newspapers and children's encyclopedias. Children's textbooks let me learn the most basic formulas, the simplest Chinese characters and the most basic words, which brought me into contact with "reading" and "learning" for the first time; There are always many things I can't understand in my father's newspaper, and most of them are Chinese characters I don't know, so I always read them with my father, but I don't know what to say.
After attending primary school, all the books I read are formal. Although the textbooks are simple, I like them very much. I started reading extracurricular books in the fourth grade. Although it is generally not too thick, it broadens my horizons and increases my knowledge.
Now, the scope of reading is getting wider and wider; Comic books are becoming more and more popular, and four classic novels have become essential books; Young writers' books are more and more "widely circulated"; Story books are also deeply loved ... "Robinson Crusoe" made me understand that being a man should be self-reliant; I also like the book Sister Braid. When reading her book, your heart will be inexplicably attracted by the plot in the book, and finally you will be moved to tears.
Reading can broaden our horizons, but what is a book?
A book is a friend. No matter you open it when you are happy or sad, it will accompany you silently.
A book is a teacher. He will teach you anytime, anywhere.
Books are rain and dew, nourishing those of us who have always loved learning. Reading can let us know a lot of knowledge and gain a lot of happiness, but it can teach us a lot of truth! I remember once, my parents and I went to the Great World to buy sportswear and suddenly saw Xinhua Bookstore. I told my parents to read alone. Looking at it, I forgot the time, which made my parents very anxious. Finally, my father bought back the books I didn't finish reading. Another time, after I finished my homework, I read in my bedroom. My mother asked me to have dinner after dinner, but I didn't hear it because I was immersed in the plot of the story! Later, my mother insisted on "kidnapping" me to the table, and I still ate and read my beloved story book at the table. I didn't put down the book until I finished reading one of the stories.
"Books are the nourishment of the whole world." Shakespeare made such a metaphor. "Life without books is like no sunshine, and wisdom without books is like a bird without wings." The poet Goethe also expressed the same feeling. "Reading a good book means talking to many noble people." Since ancient times, countless scholars and philosophers have been talking about the topic that reading makes people happy, even though they are far away from this era.
Book, I smell your book, just like lovers reunited after a long separation, so I rushed to hug you, swam in your arms and shared joys and sorrows with you. You are my life and will always be with me.
I like to eat all kinds of chicken wings, such as coke chicken wings, fried chicken wings and New Orleans chicken wings. As long as my father cooks a roast chicken, I will rush out like an arrow and eat all the chicken wings in the bowl for myself. Among these chicken wings, my favorite is the tip of Cao Ji's wing at the north gate.
Every time you pass by the north gate, you should buy some wing tips to eat. When you get it, stick it in your mouth, willy-nilly. Although it's spicy, I still like it. It usually takes five or six chicken wings to react and chase my mother for water. I have a characteristic when I eat wing tips, that is, I eat very slowly. When my mother ate five or six, I was still slowly enjoying my half, sucking up every bone and not letting go of a trace of meat.
Haha, I'm the famous "chicken wing" princess in our family.
My mother is a foodie. She is not the kind of snack eater you think (she doesn't like retail at all), but the fruit eater.
Mother likes to eat some strange fruits, such as kumquat and durian. She likes to eat all kinds of fruits, not only to eat, but also to buy. There are mountains of fruits at home, and she has to buy all kinds of fruits from supermarkets, roadside stalls, Taobao and other places to supplement this special fruit mountain.
What my father and I can't stand most is that my mother loves to eat stinky durian. As long as we are not around her, she will sneak into the supermarket to buy a big durian, hide in the company or the car to eat, and pretend not to eat anything after brushing her teeth.
My father is a gourmet producer in our family. What he is good at is conducting our kitchen symphony.
Listen, first of all, the sound of water, the symphony has officially started! "Chen Wenjing-"the kitchen knife cut quickly, and a little song flew. "Zi-"food is in the pot. "Zizi-"all kinds of dishes dance together in the pot. "Pa-"the plate fell on the plate. "Dinner is ready-"Then my father's cry came from the kitchen, just like the last climax of this symphony.
Dad racked his brains to think of a lot of dishes for us, making sure that the dishes are different every day. Every weekend, he will take us out to find delicious food and a rare tooth.
This is our gourmet family. Do you like it?
Being an artist is what I want to do most.
A few years ago, students from two other schools came to our school. I don't know what they are doing. The two of them are holding an empty bottle. There is also a table next to it, on which there are many things to draw. I am particularly puzzled. Are they going to draw on the bottle? How is it possible to draw on a bottle? What the hell are they doing? I have always been on their side on this issue. After a while, they turned an ordinary bottle into a bottle, and there was a very delicate picture outside the bottle. It's absolutely beautiful. At that time, I became interested in art.
I told my mother about it when I got home. I thought she wouldn't take it to heart, but the next day my mother bought me a table with a lot of painting materials on it. My mother said that if you want to be an artist, you must start with the basics. In this way, my mother will teach me to draw every day after school. A month or two passed, and I felt that my basic skills were almost enough, so I began to draw by myself. A few minutes later, my painting was finished. After I finish painting, show it to my mother. My mother says that the pictures you draw now are much better than before, but you should continue to practice. After listening to this sentence, I feel very happy and happy.
After a few months, I couldn't hold on and didn't want to paint. So whenever my mother asks me to paint, I always cut corners or make excuses not to paint. After a few days, my mother seems to find that I don't want to draw. So, my mother began to collect the experiences of many artists from the Internet to show me. After reading it, I found that it was successful step by step. Then my mother told me that they were bored in the middle of becoming artists, but they knew they couldn't give up halfway and go on step by step. Only by persistence can you become an artist. Nothing can be done by giving up halfway. Ever since my mother said this to me. Think for yourself! After listening to this sentence, I feel a little ashamed. And secretly determined to stick to it and not give up halfway like before.
Being an artist is what I want to do most. Will make me happy.
Father's love is like a towering mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Father's love is like a ray of sunshine, which makes my young heart not feel sad. Father's love is like a timely rain. When my heart is hurt, the rain will wash my broken heart. My father has always been taciturn. As long as I can remember, I have seldom seen my father. This is because my father travels all the year round to support his family. Every year when the Spring Festival comes, he will take the train all the way home, just for a reunion year, and then leave home to find a job in a suitable place in February at most.
My father and I only get along for a short month a year, and with visiting relatives, there are even fewer opportunities to meet. When I mentioned my father, I felt strange and kind in my heart. There is always an unspeakable feeling in my heart. It's really hard for me to describe my father. I tried to conceive in my mind: a rare hair, a pair of eyes with expectant eyes, a closed mouth, my back getting more and more camel, and I couldn't walk so smoothly. Oh! This is my father. Many people think that fathers should be strict and mothers should be gentle, but my parents' personalities are just the opposite. My father's gentleness is beyond my imagination, and my mother's sternness scares me.
Take this mid-term exam as an example. I failed this time. I showed my mother a report card full of bitterness. I know in my heart that the next rare storm is coming. First there was a flash of lightning and thunder. My mother said angrily, "I just got this score, which was not the case before." What happened this time? " Stop making excuses and tell me honestly what you have been doing all this time. "I closed my eyes in fear, and my mother raised her rough hand. A heavy slap fell on my face and tears ran down my cheeks. I am very sad, but I can only cry silently alone. That night, my father called back from Xinjiang. Needless to say, he must have asked about my grades. Because the exam results were not ideal, I was beaten without any mood. After receiving the phone call, my father said gently, "I heard from my mother that you didn't do well in the exam." Don't lose heart. Just analyze your carelessness and change it. "Study hard and don't delay yourself." I can hear the disappointment and sadness in my father's voice. But everything he said was calm, and it was meaningless to blame me.
I think the tenderness of my father and the sternness of my mother are condensed together, just like magic with incomparable power, which can make a turbid mind crystal clear in an instant. A family must have a gentle and strict elder, so as to make this sheltered harbor more perfect and make my mind less vulnerable. Behind the storm, I can taste the sweet fruit.
This is my father, a gentle and considerate farmer. He made me feel fatherly love, which is the same as maternal love,' selfless and unrequited'. Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion. This deep love for me can't be repaid, so I will repay it with an excellent result.
Here I want to say loudly: "Dad, I love you."
At dawn, I don't know when I tore the veil of night and painted the sky with a layer of blue. With the dawn, the flag-raising ceremony began.
When all eyes were focused on the sacred and solemn rostrum, a very discordant voice came. Li Ming's face is pale, and his slightly bowed body can't stop shaking. "Whoops, I, I didn't mean to. On the river, yes, I'm sorry ... ",Li Ming kept burping, frowning, squinting, his face covered with tears and snot, his hair stuck together, and his body was covered with filth. On the other hand, the original clean and tidy clothes are now vomited all over by Li Ming, and the back is covered with brown and smelly sticky things. On weekdays, Jiang Hua and Li Ming are sworn enemies. This time, Li Ming will be in trouble. Who knows, Youxi was not angry, but a hand held Li Ming, who had fallen, and kept patting her back and comforting him gently. "uncomfortable?" Asked Yu Ze concerned, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket and wiping the filth on his mouth for Li Ming. Li Ming lowered his head, and no one saw the crystal tears in his eyelids. His mouth moved unnaturally and said, "I'm sorry for getting your clothes dirty." "Never mind, nothing, feel better?" Then take out the mints from his pocket, peel them off and feed them to Li Ming. "It will be more comfortable ..." He said as he took off his coat and put it on Li Ming. In the cold winter, on only wore a thin sweater. In the cold wind, his figure looked so thin.
"Are you okay, Li Ming?" The teacher came in a hurry. Li Ming nodded weakly. Li Ming cleaned the dirty things on his face and body, and helped him sit down by the playground. At this time, the teacher handed Li a cup of hot tea: "Drink it quickly. Drinking such warm things in cold weather is good for your health! " "Then he patted Li Ming on the head and helped him sort out the messy clothes. The students also turned around to be caring and attentive. "Don't let Li Ming stand outside in winter, send him back to work! ""yes! Come on, Li Ming, I will help you! " "Li Ming ..."
Li Ming listened to the conversation of his classmates, and a warm current flowed through his heart. On the one hand, Xiao Dong and on the other hand, they carefully sent Li Ming to the clinic. Li Ming looked back at the five-star red flag rising against the morning sun in Ran Ran, Ran Ran. His eyes were filled with tears of emotion. The bright red color will be engraved in Li Ming's heart, and will be engraved in every classmate's heart forever.
Honesty and trustworthiness are the foundation of people and the traditional and beautiful moral character of the Chinese nation. Integrity means loyalty and sincerity, consistency in words and deeds, and consistency inside and outside; Keeping promise means keeping words and deeds in line, allowing others to do things, being able to fulfill and keep promises seriously. Keeping one's promise is a sign of honesty.
Throughout the ages, there are countless examples of honesty and trustworthiness. In ancient times, Sun Bin kept his promise, and Song Lian copied books overnight, and once participated in the honest godson; Today, Deng went on a date in the rain, Lenin returned the book on time and so on. They used their own steps to show the world the profound philosophy of 1, that is, only honest and trustworthy people can gain the trust and respect of others and make a difference.
Everyone must have heard the story of "Wolf", right? The little boy in the story lost the trust of others because he lied to others twice, which eventually led to the tragedy of being eaten by wolves. After listening to this story, shouldn't we learn some lessons from it? 1 People who have no integrity will only harm others and themselves in the end.
From this, I can't help but think of myself and one thing that I am dishonest. I remember it was when I was in the fourth grade. One day, I borrowed a book from my neighbor's good sister and asked her to return it three days later. But after I read that book, I couldn't let go of my love for it and wanted to keep it for myself. So I hid the book and lied to my sister that I didn't know where it was, but I couldn't find it. Sister was very angry when she heard this. From this time on, she will never be a good partner with me again. Now that I think about it, I am really ashamed and regret it. Compared with others, think about yourself, be honest and trustworthy, and not cheat. This is what everyone should do. What about me? I can't do it. At ordinary times, he keeps saying that he is a very honest man, but in order to be greedy and cheap, he lied, cheated his good partner and lost his friendship.
It's been a year, but it feels like it happened yesterday. It gave me an unforgettable lesson and inspired me to be an honest and trustworthy boy.