, or nothing. In any case, we still have to sharpen our guns! The night train can't help but drive fast!
The next day, I mechanically walked into the exam room and sat upright in my seat waiting for the invigilator
teacher. My mind went blank. When I received the paper, my heart was pounding, my scalp was swollen, and the words on the paper jumped in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and shook my head, thinking about what my teacher had told me about being calm and looking at the simple questions first. So open
open your eyes to look at the question with full attention, pick a few small questions. At this point, the mind stabilized, the answer speed is faster. Will do the questions done, and then pick some seemingly will not and can not get accurate questions. At the same time to mobilize all the energy back
Recall how the teacher has talked about similar types of questions, the textbook and how to explain, east a rake west a broom, as much as possible to write. Then carefully "face" the problem, looking for a breakthrough, and try to solve it. This is where patience comes in,
At this point in time, my heart is beating faster and my mind is not as flexible as it should be. There was nothing I could do. But I was not willing to fail, so I regained my strength and reviewed the question again, and then I really answered a question, and I was in a great mood.
It's beautiful. But things can not always be perfect, some questions I brainstormed to no avail. I was so frustrated.
The 80 minutes flew by. I searched the "bean sprouts" and tried to find out what was wrong, even if it was a little bit. It was like having a chili pepper stuck in your throat.
Out of the exam room, we intensely discuss the answers, scores, want to know the success of the experience, the failure of the lessons of the mood with every second. The heart is suspended. Listened to the mouth and mouth of the discussion, and upset. Until the results were announced, and at that time that moment is a few happy, a few sad.
Exam, exam, that taste ah, is sweet? It is sour? It is bitter? Is it spicy? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
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Many students in the essay wrote: "test, test, test, the teacher's magic weapon; points, points, points, the student's life root." Recall the various types of large and small exams you have experienced, you can write the exams occurred in the interesting and unforgettable story,
You can write about the exams brought sweet and sour, smiles and tears, but also on the form of the examination, the content, the pros and cons of the examination to the examination of the examination style and discipline of the personal argument, show that the point of view. In addition, out of the first intention, the examination is not limited to the examination room
in, more can penetrate in many aspects of life. You can write the test of life, such as happened at home, school, class, society, all kinds of "test", all test your personality, character, refining your will
Will, but hope you can pass this time and again the size of the "test", to become a qualified student, a success. I hope that you can pass this "test" once and for all, and become a qualified student, a successful person.
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HELLO! I am a typical girl who is afraid of cockroaches. To tell you a few specific examples: (see do not laugh oh, or I will K you ha!)
That day, I just had to wash up and go to bed. Took a towel to wash your face, the water rushed down, the cockroach crawled out of the towel only to hear a heartbreaking scream: "Mom - cockroach ah, help!" Mom heard, what do not care to rush to the bathroom, the foot shoes to take off, "snap" sound, cockroaches from the washstand fell down
2. to meet you really good for the subject of writing an article in praise of the teacherPeople say that the teacher is a hard-working gardener, nurturing the flowers of our motherland. Yes, teachers with the wings of love, for us to block the wind and rain, so that we grow strong.
Our knowledge comes from teachers, and our growth can not be separated from teachers.
In our kindergarten, the teacher carefully cared for us, so that we are free every day, carefree life, into the school, the teacher taught us, like the dew as caring for us this young flower; teachers on our questions tirelessly explain, over and over again to repeat the explanation, until there is no one questioned, we are in the teachers under the cultivation of the hard work. Thrive and grow up healthy, but the teacher for us to become hoarse, for us to early silver hair, for us to insist on taking sick classes. Yes! Teacher, you for us to pay all, can pay everything. When we have been in the dreamland swim time, perhaps the teacher is still in the bright lamp under the hard work of correcting that mountain of homework; when we get off the playground in the playground happy, play, perhaps the teacher is still in the office of the serious preparation for the lesson; when we happily through a meaningful vacation, perhaps the teacher is in the study of those who pass the days and nights ah. Yes! Teacher, you have spent your life contributing to the cause of education, so that we can one day become the pillars of the motherland. Your earnest words echo in our ears: "When the youth is strong, the country is strong!" Yes! Teacher's love are cohesive in our body, cohesion in the great cause of education!
"Teacher!" Let us call out to you in deep affection, it is you, from our ignorance into a learned young man, it is you, with the hands of dedication to lift up our tomorrow! And we don't know where to begin to repay you! Your loving gaze is always cohesive in our bodies, we know that you are a teacher of the river, we are the small fish in the river, without you, who will be our nightfall lighthouse!
Teacher, you are a candle, burning themselves, illuminating our way forward; teacher, you are the spring rain, silently moisturizing our beautiful soul; teacher, you are the sky tree, for us to resist the wind and sun!
Teacher! We will always love you, the cohesive point of your love!
3. Write an essay "It's good to meet you"It's good to meet you.
You are my good "partner" and my biggest hobby. You are the national treasure of China, and you are also the record of an exciting historical story - the battle of Chu and Han.
Use the 32 pieces to tell the story of the battle that set the world. At the age of 4, I have stepped into a new starting point - learning.
I don't know whether it was because of my family's influence or my curiosity about the games people played on the road, but I chose to learn how to play Chinese chess. I bought many chess books and played chess with my grandfather at home.
As time went by, I realized that I was getting better and better at chess. Although I only knew a few moves and understood a few moves, for a 4-year-old child, such an impressive achievement was enough to make him proud among his peers.
But I'm not proud of it, and I'm still working hard to learn it. When I went to school, I didn't give up learning and practicing chess because of my studies.
Neither put down my homework nor chess. In this case, I still insisted on learning chess, and good luck came with it: the school organized a district chess selection contest, and I joined the competition.
Although I was at a disadvantage in terms of age, my strength was not inferior to that of my older brothers. I was able to make it all the way to the quarterfinals.
But there are two older brothers who are more skillful and have passed me. I can only look at the "first prize" and "top" passed by, can only get a "flower".
But this is for me, is the first time in the "4-year-old seed sown" on the harvest, the heart of the natural immense excitement. But it didn't reach the highest point.
"I have a long way to go in chess." I thought to myself.
So, I was even more excited to learn chess. I have just entered middle school, and looking back, I have passed many "harvest seasons".
Looking out of the window at the autumn scenery, I can not help but think of the past, my progress; looking to the future: I believe that success must belong to the people who work hard. And I believe that success must be the success of the people who are "looking for him a thousand times".
Chess, how many happy moments you made me have, how many memorable past events.
Chess has made me have many happy moments, many memorable memories.
4. It's good to meet you 400 wordsI couldn't help but stop my footsteps that time when I saw you in bloom.
At that time, you were exquisite, not a trace of dirt on the whole body, white in yellow, yellow in white. The sisters around you, some pure yellow, some pure white. Some of them are in bud, some are in full bloom, and some have already faded, leaving only a small flower seed, and a few yellowish whiskers. I found you inadvertently, you are so bright and lovely, although not yet in bloom, but already make people think of your beautiful appearance when you open. I have not yet approached you, I vaguely smelled the light fragrance from you, that seems to be also white, light and pleasant.
I went up to you and wanted to pick you off and take you with me, but I didn't because I couldn't bear to do it. I thought, if you bloomed, you must be very beautiful, I want to see you bloom.
I don't know how long, I came to you again. This time, I came to see you, just to, a fragrance on the face, I was overjoyed, I know, that is you finally open. I saw you again, and you were really, really beautiful. My pleasure cannot be expressed in words. At the same time, I was lost because when you bloomed, you were greeted by wilting. I admired your beauty and recorded it, deepening your face at its best in my mind and engraving it on my drawing board so that I would not forget you.
Now is the time of your greatest splendor. After the splendor is withered, before that, you desperately try to make the flower of life bloom more brilliantly and brilliantly, showing the dignity of your flower. After your defeat, I carefully planted your seeds in the pot, hoping that you can come back here again.
I can meet you really good, although you are an inconspicuous honeysuckle, not beautiful and not exuberant only close to the smell of dark incense, but you are a short struggle to vigorously interpret the life of a truth: no matter how long or short the life should be beautiful, brilliant, to do the best of themselves, not in vain to a trip to the next world.
5.How many times have I seen you, and how many times have I seen you, and how many times have I been in the boat on the river of memory, chasing after you, and in the nursery of my heart, gazing at you?
Although we have just met, but, teacher, your words that the whole class will never forget, but for a long time echoed in my ears 、、、、、、 that day, the heart of the dark clouds, see the rainstorm will come, the gusts of wind messed up my heartbeat,. I hand red fork densely covered language test paper, seems to be counting me, the heart of the bottle of five flavors overturned.
The wind rolled the scattered five flavors, blown to all parts of the body, my self-confidence by the red fork hard knocking. As if one more time, it will be shattered, tears finally flowed down indisputably.
The next day, you gave us the first language class, when you walked into the classroom, looked at the students or happy or sad expression, slightly smiled. The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie.
Finally, your eyes fell on my body, I hung my head down, look wooden, do not dare to look at your eyes. At that time I was so afraid, afraid of your look in the clip, even if just a trace of reproach and resentment.
Finally, I raised my head, I saw your clear eyes and not the slightest reproach, more encouragement, full of affinity with the voice in the classroom resounded: "I can understand the mood of everyone, where to fall where to climb up." Said, you took out a report card, "This is the report card of the opening examination, I only swept a few eyes, looked at everyone's name, and now start, I will all the grades are torn down, leaving just the name, from now on, in my class, no matter whether you used to be a superior student or a backward student, no matter whether you are a naughty boy or an introverted girl, in front of me is a brand new sheet of white paper, and I am looking forward to all of you! I hope you can draw a new picture.
Your gentle words, accompanied by the heart of the rain knocked on my heart, it is as sprinkled on my heart a ray of sunshine, dispersed the dark clouds, calm the wind, smoothed out my heart's anxiety and sadness. From then on, in the face of a copy of the fluttering to the test paper, I no longer flinch; hand in hand with thick books, I am no longer tired; the face of failure I'm no longer alone, because there is a conviction to support me ...... Quarter Avon.
6. It's good to meet you essay 200 wordsIt's good to have you, once upon a time, so dependent on you, can not leave you, you are so important to me.
When I first enrolled in school, we were in the same dormitory, and you were on my top bunk. Good results make me feel good about you, and you do friends. Time is fast, a year has passed, the arrival of summer vacation I do not know whether to be happy or to worry about it. Thinking back to our little by little, really is a good precious memories, I do not know how the first name temper will be so good, never angry. Every misunderstanding, every twist, are you first to admit defeat.
When I was in elementary school, I had too many friends, and I didn't know the preciousness of friendship, and I realized the weight of friendship when I met you.
Thank you for bringing me countless wonderful memories, it's good to have you!
7. It's good to meet you essayA small breeze brushed my cheeks, I opened my eyes and stared at the pool in front of me, Xiao Gui, I miss you, memories such as rewinding played in my mind, and finally fixed in that scene.
"Gui, look, those little shrimps are so interesting!" I pulled my playmate's hand and screamed excitedly, a gust of wind blew, the flowers flew all over the sky, like a dream, Chen Gui looked at the excited me and smiled helplessly, Gui is always much more mature than me. I pulled Gui running in the pool, mouth issued a silver bell like crisp laughter, if you can, I hope time will always stay in this most beautiful moment.
Running tired, we sat together on the lawn next to the pool, looking at the pool shrimp together. Just heard him mumble under his breath "Has it been that long?" "What?" "Let's just say we've known each other for like 6 years!" He said softly, I was stunned at first, yes, it's been 6 years, 6 years ago, Cinnamon moved next door to my house and became friends with me who had always longed for companionship.
He was like the sunshine that warmed my lonely and cold heart. After that, we were inseparable.
Thinking back to six years ago, we are still two brats, in life, he is always like an older brother to take care of me, learning, he is always better than me, but will always be very patient to teach me to do the problem. Although we always fight because of some small contradictions, but after all, they are after so many years, and will not do as a child like that.
It is also about five years ago one day, we are also hand in hand in the grass running wild, and then inadvertently found the pool, so this pool has become the best witness of our friendship. We had laughed and cried together by the pool.
The shrimp in the pool seemed to be like us. Then, all of a sudden, you told me you were moving out in two days, and I was so sad I was about to cry.
Two days passed quickly, and I looked at him with red eyes. He came over to me, shoulder to shoulder, put my arms around me, said "are almost gone, then we will be crazy once!" Then, it pulled my hand, ran toward the pool, screaming ...... Now, I came to the pool again, closed my eyes, loud and clear screams as if still ringing in my ears, I spent a few years to make myself strong, once thought it was a very long time, but in the twilight look back to the rolled over into a song of sadness, with the wind, and I also understand, I have a lot of time. Xiaogui, you have your living color, I have my smoke battlefield, even if fate forces us to separate, but I still heart you, it will be enough, regardless of whether we can meet again in the future, but we will always be good buddies.
Thank you, let me learn to be strong, accompany me through eight years of happy time. Gui, it's great to meet you.
8. Essay "It's good to meet you" write a personIt's good to meet you
Rows of surging waves beat the dust of the heart, the inspiration was struck by the waves, *** a pale. The time is full of dark regret, without the old spirit and elegance of my eyes are stationed in the past and future. I remember something that happened a few years ago that made me feel good about meeting you. It was raining incessantly. I stood at the bus station, my eyes anxiously looking at the direction of the public **** car will be driving, thinking; today this car is not with the nest cattle married ah.'' Alas, what bad luck. I lowered my head and looked at myself, clothes have been wet by the rain, tightly pasted on the body, as if pasted with a strong adhesive, the body slightly trembling, the whole body clenched at this time, from the opposite side of the road ran a little girl, look at the age of only seven or eight years old, with a red umbrella, feet splashed a few splashes. In the storm especially conspicuous. She ran over and stood beside me, sizing me up, gently moving the umbrella toward me, and said strangely; ''Big sister, it's raining, why don't you have an umbrella.'' ''Alas, little sister, it wasn't raining when I came out . It was just a little cloudy, I thought it wouldn't rain, and I was a little lazy, so I didn't bring one. I didn't realize that it was raining just as I arrived at the station.'' I said helplessly ''Big sister. Let's hold an umbrella.'' The little girl smiled innocently. After saying that, she moved the umbrella to my side and held it up high. I said excitedly, 'Little sister,' the people waiting for the train at the station watched us silently, and the people with umbrellas quietly moved their umbrellas to the side of those who didn't have one. All of a sudden, the station bloomed with colorful, gorgeous 'umbrella flowers'. Early spring rain like Xi Shi's tears like emotionally sprinkled in the silent station, usually familiar with everything now in the rain actually has a poetic charm. And sometimes there is no love between people anymore. Yesterday, I didn't have my umbrella with me again, but no one was willing to move it over. The Buddha once said, 'It takes 500 times of looking back in a previous life to get a brush with someone in this life.' How many times do we need to look back before we meet in this life. I just want to say to you; 'It's good to meet you.'