1. Essay on the campus scenery of Hongqiao Primary School in Harbin
There are also innocent and lively primary school students... It is a beautiful place. The kapok tree to the east of the playground is full of fiery red flowers. Like a burning fire.
In spring, the trees sprout new branches, the buzzing of bees, and colorful flowers decorate the campus vividly.
In the summer, there are purple ones located on the north side of Guangmei Highway in Yangcun Town. The one with a not-so-impressive appearance is our school - Yangcun Central Primary School.
Our campus has tall teaching buildings and various flowers, plants and trees. Lychee and longan fruits are hidden in the leaves, attracting students to watch them every day, and the tender green leaves grow. The lychee and longan trees are full of flowers, attracting many bees, golden leaves, and pink and white flowers. The grass on the playground also secretly poked its head out.
In autumn, the leaves of the old locust trees turn yellow, the banyan trees, and the trees grow green and green, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the playground tightly. The two old locust trees in the middle of the playground are like two big open green velvet umbrellas. Jiulixiang is not afraid of the arrival of the autumn wind at all. It is still so green. The grass on the playground has also changed into new clothes. The students all love it. Come play on the grass.
Winter. The Rhododendron to the north of the playground has beautiful flowers, which look like flower umbrellas from a distance. The sunflowers on the east side of the playground have bloomed, and they seem to be smiling at us. It is a beautiful garden-like campus, with the northwest wind blowing through the treetops. But the trees on campus are still full of vitality.
Our campus has beautiful scenery all year round*** Person 2. The fourth grader of primary school wrote an essay about the scenery of the campus in Hongqiao Primary School in Yueqing City
My beautiful campus I study in In a beautiful school, it is beautiful all year round! In spring, the trees sprout new branches, the grass sprouts its little head, and the peach blossoms bloom particularly beautifully as if they are competing with other flowers to announce the spring.
The small lilac flower also works hard to show off its unique purple color, which seems to be more colorful than the peach blossoms, making people feel very comfortable after seeing it! The weather in summer is very hot, and the poplar and pine trees are so green that it dazzles your eyes! People sitting under the umbrella-like tree are comfortable and cool. Sometimes it rains lightly, and the students play and play under the trees, which is a lot of fun.
In autumn, it is a fairy wearing golden clothes. It uses its clothes to soothe the heat of the sun and bring refreshment and brightness to the earth.
This season, the chrysanthemums in the flower beds on campus are in various shapes and forms, and they are the most charming! In winter, when the campus is covered with thick silver, the pines and cypresses in the trees are stronger than before, like a warrior, guarding the campus. Ah, I love my beautiful campus. 3. Essay on the campus scenery of Hongqiao Primary School in Harbin
Located on the north side of Guangmei Highway in Yangcun Town, our school, Yangcun Central Primary School, has an unimpressive appearance.
Our campus has tall teaching buildings, various flowers, plants and trees, as well as innocent and lively primary school students... It is a beautiful place. In spring, trees sprout new branches and grow green leaves.
The grass on the playground also peeked out secretly. The kapok tree to the east of the playground was full of fiery red flowers, like balls of burning fire. The lychee and longan trees are full of flowers, attracting many bees. The buzzing sound of the bees and the colorful flowers decorate the campus vividly.
In summer, the trees grow lushly, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the playground tightly. The two old locust trees in the middle of the playground are like two big green velvet umbrellas opened.
The sunflowers on the east side of the playground have bloomed, as if they are smiling at us. Lychees and longan fruits are hidden among the leaves, attracting students to watch them every day.
In autumn, the leaves of the old locust tree turn yellow. The banyan tree, golden leaf, and gulixiang are not afraid of the arrival of the autumn wind at all. They are still so green. The grass on the playground has also put on new clothes. The classmates They all love to play on the grass. In winter, the northwest wind blows through the treetops.
But the trees on campus are still full of vitality. The Rhododendron to the north of the playground grows beautiful flowers, including purple and pink and white, which look like flower umbrellas from a distance.
Our campus is a beautiful garden-style campus with beautiful scenery all year round, and it is also a good place for us to grow. 4. A 600-word essay about a primary school teacher
When writing this topic, I feel it is both ordinary and popular.
However, when I think of the teacher's daily care for me, I feel very excited. It is said that teachers are like gardeners, because teachers are working hard to cultivate the future pillars of the motherland.
It is said that teachers are like bees, working non-stop all day long, collecting nectar to nourish the pillars of the motherland. On our long road of life, a teacher is like a crutch.
From the age of babbling, we begin to accept the care of teachers. In short, on our growth path, we cannot lack the help that teachers bring to us. Teachers are like my second parents, caring about us all the time and giving us light and heat.
When we encounter difficulties, the teacher will help us; when we encounter setbacks, the teacher will comfort and encourage us; it is really difficult for us to repay the teacher's selfless dedication. The teachers' requirements are not high. As long as we study hard and grow up, they will be satisfied.
Teacher, I want to say to you: You are like a candle, burning yourself silently, pointing the way for us in the vast sea of ??learning. You have cultivated us from an ignorant child to a comprehensively developed student. How much hard work and sweat the teacher has condensed here! Teacher, you give us knowledge, give us strength, and give us the courage to overcome.
Teacher, you are like the sea, we are a small fish. You use the thin waves to swim for us, so that we can grow up in this ocean of knowledge. As the saying goes: "A day is a teacher. I will always be a father. "Teacher will always be respected and loved by us. Here I say from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you, teacher." 5. Anshan Hongqiao Essay 150 words
Goral flying across, feel again. The touching and spectacular scene made my eyes blurred with tears, and I was deeply moved. Because this great love between animals reminds me of ourselves as humans. Because this kind of great love also exists in the world, and it is passed around us...
During the earthquake in Wenchuan, Sichuan, many heroes emerged to save people. Regardless of their own safety, they (she) snatched back fresh lives from the hands of death again and again. They used death to exchange the lives of others. Isn't this the great love in the world? ! The one who impressed me the most was a teacher named Tan Qianqiu. When the earthquake came, he opened his arms without hesitation to cover the students tightly under him. He would rather trade his own death for the lives of the students. Isn't this kind of love written with a capital character of life in it? Are we around? !
Not only the Sichuan earthquake, but also this great love exists in our daily lives. "The most beautiful mother" Wu Juping caught the little girl who fell from the stairs with her bare hands; "the most beautiful driver" Uncle Wu Bin endured severe pain to stop the car in an unexpected situation, protecting the safety of everyone in the car. And he left us.
Not only these characters we all know, but also around us, there is this kind of great love. I remember one time when I was in class at school, I suddenly felt dizzy. I couldn't pay attention to the teachers and classmates who were in class. I vomited all over the floor before I could run out... It was the classmates around me who helped me up. The teacher helped me to the office, brought me water to wash my face, and poured me boiling water; it was the classmates who cleaned up the "mess" in that place for me and cleaned up my desk. This love is still unforgettable to me.
And my parents, they were even more heartbroken for ***.
When I was sick, it was my father who ran before and after me, and my mother who guarded my bedside and told me that famous story...
What is love? The sickle-headed sheep gave us the answer! What is love? The aged goral in front of Sad Cliff gave us the answer! What is love? The people around us give us the answer! In fact, there are many answers, because there is such great love in our school communication blog. There are selfless teachers, diligent little bloggers, and many parents and friends who are obliged to comment on our articles. them. Isn't this love? Isn’t it love that is being conveyed? !
After closing the book, the scene of the sickle-headed sheep flying across the cliff is still lingering in front of my eyes. I seem to have heard the last words of the sickle-headed sheep. 6. Where can I find a good teacher to teach composition in Hongqiao Town, Yueqing
p>Incredible craftsmanship, a beautiful scene in the world.
This is the feeling I had when I first arrived at Yunding Mountain. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a pasture, where cattle and sheep gathered together, making endless noises, and it was very noisy.
As soon as I came here, I smelled the refreshing breeze of nature. Walking a hundred and twenty steps forward, the green color of the mountainside appears in front of you.
Looking up, the cliffs are steep, the top of the mountain goes straight through the clouds, and the clouds hover around the mountain peaks. Drinking water from the horse pond is sparkling.
When you go to Yunding Mountain, you must experience the feeling of "not afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, and being at the highest level". In the early morning, heavy fog filled the mountains, and the hiking trails seemed to be invisible.
The ethereal sound of bells and flutes floats in my ears from time to time. As we groped forward, the fog became thicker and thicker, and it seemed like a vast ocean, submerging us in it.
The red sun is rising in the distance. Under the cover of mist, it is as red as red vermilion and as warm as spring. The vast sea of ????forests is already around you, and there are trivial sounds in the forest, like the chirping of insects and beasts, as if the vegetation in the forest are also whispering in secret, breaking the silence of dawn and opening the music of today.
The birch trees tower into the sky, and Yunbin stands upright. The wind from the valley blows, and the forest sea becomes vast expanse of blue waves and misty water.
When we climbed the mountain again, a strong wind passed by, and the woods under our feet danced with the wind. The sound is unpredictable, like the roar of a dragon or the roar of a tiger. Its majestic momentum is better than the tenderness of the water town; thousands of miles of tree embankments are better than the rippling blue waves of the West Lake. 7. A 200-word essay on my primary school teacher
Now that I am in junior high school, I still miss the events of primary school. The events in primary school are vivid in my mind, especially my head teacher.
Remember her serious attitude when giving lectures; remember her dedicated expression when grading homework; remember her dedicated expression when leading a team. She is a good teacher. I remember she would help us ask for leave when we were sick, and would also help us with our missed homework. I also remember that she would not favor good students nor give up on bad students. Remember that she would lecture on topics seriously over and over again.
Her beautiful long hair flutters in the wind, her shining eyes blink, her cherry-like mouth is inciting, and her short stature gives us students a sense of intimacy.
In the blink of an eye, I came to junior high school, a new beginning, but I will always remember you, primary school teacher. 8. Write an explanatory essay on the No. 1 Middle School of Hongqiao Town, Yueqing City
Beigan Junior High School is located at the foot of the beautiful Beigan Mountain. It is a modern middle school with a larger scale and better equipment. The first thing you see is a large semicircular square.
The square is paved with beige and blue bricks, with a small flower bed on each side. Looking further forward, I saw a very tall building, which was the observation building of our school.
Walking in, the wall on the right is covered with awards our school has won over the years since its establishment. After walking out of the sightseeing building, turn right, walk up a few steps, and arrive at the teaching building where we study.
The teaching building *** has four floors, and our classroom is on the easternmost side of the fourth floor. The classroom is about 8.5 meters long, 6.5 meters wide and 3 meters high. There are two doors at the front and rear with windows on both sides.
At the front of the classroom, there is a blackboard and multimedia. During class, teachers can use multimedia teaching, which makes our learning more convenient.
At the back of the classroom, there is a blackboard newspaper posted by our classmates, as well as a clock. The clock is ticking, as if to remind us to cherish every minute and every second.
From the blackboard, we can learn more knowledge that cannot be learned in textbooks. Walking down the teaching building, we came to the southernmost end of the school, where we have a relatively concentrated green circle in our school.
In the middle of the circular square is a large circular flower bed with flowers and a big tree planted in it. To the left of the tree is a row of stone chairs in a semicircle.
Above the stone chair is a shelf made of wood, covered with vines. Our team members used one sentence to describe the place: "Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes."
"There are many such green areas, such as the plan next to the canteen, the peach blossoms in the corner of the playground. From now on, the pomegranate trees next to the No. 2 teaching building all have their own stories. A campus should never be a simple splicing of buildings, nor should it be a simple transfer of knowledge.
Each of its trees, flowers, and stones should have its own story, a different story. This is not only a place where we study, but also a place where we retain our youth. It is an eternal memory that remains deep in our hearts. 9. Write an essay on "Hongqiao New Town"
My father always answers questions in very clear language, satisfying every student who comes to ask questions. For me, my father is even more partial, saying over and over again , until I fully understand. My father is not relaxed at all about my studies. Most of my academic performance is due to my father. He is a teacher at school and a father at home. My father is still a teacher at home, and he uses his spare time , taught me writing, painting... and other talents. I don't think there are many teachers who take the trouble to teach their students like this. When I go home to do homework, I also ask my dad if I don't understand the questions. As soon as dad tells me, I understand. , so my homework always gets 100 points. Dad loves his children like an ordinary dad, but it is not just dad who is the starting point, dad is also my friend. Friends are partners who care about each other, play together, and are close to each other. There is no father-daughter gap between me and my father, we are just like friends. We watch TV together. Although our interests are different, my father tells me the news he has watched, and I tell him my favorite animations and share our happiness. , can always help each other. When we encounter difficult problems, my father will argue with me. I will tell my reasons, and he will tell his own, and the arguments will often turn red. In the end, sometimes my father is wrong, and sometimes I think wrong. , Anyway, the topic is completely understood. When I am free, I teach my dad to play games. My dad skips rope with me, plays ball with me, and plays rock-scissors with me. Dad is like my little friend. . Whether dad is a teacher or a friend, dad is dad, and dad is revealed in his words and actions. Thank you, dad. 10. An unforgettable primary school teacher essay of more than 500 words
Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a river. In the blink of an eye, five years have gone away from me like clouds. I am already in the sixth grade. The life in primary school makes me miss it; it makes me obsessed with it; it makes me reminisce about it. Now, our classmates have only been together for one year, and I can’t help but feel a lot of emotions when I think of all the past events.
There is only one short year left in my alma mater, more than a thousand days. I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and careful irrigation of the "gardener" - the teacher, I thrive and grow into a big tree. I will repay my motherland and my alma mater in the future. Give back to the teacher. Listening to the teacher’s instructions over and over again, listening to the teacher’s teachings over and over again, and relying on the classmates’ mutual help and encouragement, our classmates are all growing together. It seems that the sound of our reading is still echoing in the class, our laughter seems to be lingering on the playground, and our playful figures are still there on the campus. In every corner, we have left unforgettable memories. The past is still vivid in my eyes and my memory is still in my heart.
I have learned a lot from the teachings of my alma mater. I made many friends, and also received the teacher’s kind words and new knowledge, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy.
I left many unforgettable past events and many good memories at my alma mater. The most important thing is that I got the best education and a compass for how to behave in the future. But now I don’t have much time at my alma mater. I suddenly look back and review the past, as if the teachers who urged me, the teachers who encouraged us, and the lovely campus have all been lost in the Li song we sang. I don’t know why. By that time we had become the big brothers and sisters in school, role models for our younger siblings.
Now I look back and think of the teacher’s teachings, the sound of our reading, and the laughter of my classmates. They are all still lingering in my ears. I will seize the last year to stay in my alma mater and take a look at the lovely students. On campus, look at the teachers who teach us, look at the classmates who encourage me, and cherish the last days when pens and inkstones meet each other.
There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Time is gone and will never come back. I will always remember the teacher’s advice and be an upright Chinese. Remember, tomorrow Sanbao will be proud of me. ah! Beautiful campus, how much joy and inspiration you brought to me will be unforgettable in my life.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, and before you know it, six years of primary school life is about to pass in the blink of an eye. The historic school at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. The trees here are shady, the books are loud here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we have left so many childhood footprints and so many happy laughters. How unforgettable life in primary school is!
I remember when I was in first grade, it was a parent open day, and many parents came into our classroom to listen to the class. This is Teacher Huang's Chinese class. She asked us to read Lesson 17 "Autumn" aloud and we read it aloud. As I read, I began to lose interest, so I took a piece of eraser from the drawer to play with and put the book upright on the table. I thought that the teacher would not see me playing. I was playing and looked at the teacher, who was staring at me. I even forgot to put the eraser in the drawer and started reading with everyone again. After class, Teacher Huang took me to the office to talk and criticized me for deserting in class. Suddenly, I felt not only regret, but also shame...
Another time in an open English class in the second grade, Teacher Chen asked me to come out to the podium and perform a fruit selling performance in English. I walked to the podium proudly. Not only did I fail to pronounce the English words accurately, but I also didn't know that the teacher was angry. Teacher Chen asked another classmate to perform. The teacher immediately stopped being angry and was still laughing. After class, the teacher rewarded the classmate with a small red flower, but I didn't. At this time, my face turned red and I couldn't help but lower my head in shame.
The past six years of primary school life are so vivid in my mind that I will never forget them. Having lived in primary school for six years, I am already a graduating class student today. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My life in elementary school has made me live a fulfilling, happy and unforgettable life.