The fourth grade Chinese composition article 1 "Walking on the country road, the old cow who came back at dusk is my companion.
There is a sunset on the chest of the blue sky, and colorful clouds are sunset clothes ... "
What a beautiful song! What a charming pastoral scenery!
In the spring of the third grade, my parents finally satisfied my wish and took me to the countryside in Jiangnan.
In the early morning, we came to the dock by the river, boarded the ferry and went to Jiangnan. The warm spring breeze blows my face, the vigorous seagulls fly freely on the river, and the clear river flows eastward.
After landing, we walked on a country road with large orange orchards on both sides of the road. In the orange orchard, clusters of white orange flowers are dotted with green leaves. The smell of orange blossoms came to the nose. Deep in the orange orchard, there is a family. Rhubarb dog in front of the door shouted when he saw a stranger. At this time, a peasant woman in her thirties came out with big eyes and red clothes. When she saw us, she warmly let us have a rest in the yard. This is a three-story farm yard, followed by a big melon shed. An old hen and a group of furry chicks are foraging in the grass. Two big fat pigs are walking leisurely on the grass. There is a small round table under the grape trellis. After we sat down, the host brought us a plate of golden dried sweet potatoes and a pot of green tea. Dried sweet potatoes are fragrant and sweet. Green tea is fragrant and refreshing in the mouth, with endless aftertaste. This scene is really comfortable.
When we said goodbye, the host warmly invited us to come back when the oranges were ripe in autumn.
Life is a sunny sun, colorful and dazzling, while love is a rainbow under the blue sky and dazzling. Sunshine is more energetic because of the rainbow, and life is more exciting because of love.
Hua Yiwei, a general doctor who moved all over China, took the spirit of being honest and clean for the people and serving the people wholeheartedly as his life standard. He is a person who will always live in people's hearts, often seeking happiness for the people, and can still adhere to personal integrity until the last moment of his life. Hua Yiwei's wife, her evaluation is dull: he just did his duty as a doctor. Why would he do that? Just because of love, because of love for society, love for the people, love for the motherland, and more because of his love for work. The connotation of love is vividly written by Hua Yiwei in his life, and the fragrance of ink floats around everyone he has served. Love poured into Hua Yiwei's long life, and his life was more valuable and meaningful because of love. His behavior tells the present and inspires the future: life is more exciting because of love.
Human love is great, but the love of animals and plants is not inferior, and nature is also the sky of love. When the sun is shining, the sun scatters love all over the earth, and plants enjoy selfless and warm love from the sun, such as maternal love. Out of love, they release oxygen in their bodies, let them fly freely, carefully protect carbon dioxide, convey their desire for love and purify their hearts. How wonderful nature is! The sun has love and serves everyone, so his life is irreplaceable. Plants feel the joy of being loved and full of vitality. Oxygen danced gracefully in the air and gracefully wrote a big word: love. And carbon dioxide has been baptized by the soul, and pure love is all over the body. Give someone a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand. While spreading love, your body is also fragrant. Their lives seem to be full of color at once. In short, life is more exciting because of love.
If life is an unpainted painting, then love is the palette in your hand, which can make this painting no longer ordinary and make life more exciting because of love.
When you hear this topic, you will definitely ask, "Who is your friend?" Don't worry, I'll tell you now. His name is Ge Hanyang. He has a pair of heavy eyebrows, a slightly tilted nose, red lips and a white face. He is not only handsome, but also knowledgeable. But don't think that my grades are not as good as his, but equal. Why do I admire him? It is because of his unremitting efforts and diligent study spirit that I can't catch up with, and I really admire him.
Once, the teacher wrote a question on the blackboard for us to do. The class ended before the students finished. Many students snickered and thought, "God helps me, too. This class is over. At this time, the students squeezed out of the classroom. I wanted to go with Ge Hanyang, so I called him. Who knows, he is still writing, so I said, "don't go yet, everyone else has left, you." I thought to myself: What a fool! If there is a way in heaven, you won't go. If there is no road in hell, you can vote. Who knows, he said, "You go first, and then I'll leave after I finish writing." It's totally different from what I expected. I'm surprised. I didn't expect him to answer like this. From then on, I decided to learn from him, so I was influenced by him and stayed after writing.
Another class, the teacher assigned homework. After class, many students want to go home and write. But when I went to play with Ge Hanyang, he was doing his homework carefully. He said, "I'll go as soon as I finish." I have to play by myself. After a while, I came to see him again, but he was reviewing his Chinese. I went over and said a lot, saying that class was over, and I was not tired, so I promised to go out with me. My friend really loves studying. Some students may think he is a nerd, but I think he is a person worthy of my study and admiration.
Someone once said that health is more important than money; Life is more important than health.
My friend's cousin, 13 years old, senior one. She laughs all day. When she asks about her grades, she always promises to do well in the exam. As a result, the mid-term grade was the sixth from the bottom of the class. The little girl was blinded at once and said in her diary, "I'm sorry, teacher!" Sorry, mom and dad! I have no face to see anyone, I might as well go diving and die. " Her deskmate saw her diary and secretly reported it to the teacher. Only when the teacher did the ideological work did she give up the idea of suicide. Later I asked her, and she smiled and said, "What's the matter? There is another one in our class who wants to commit suicide by jumping off a building. " Suicides range from college students to middle school students and even primary school students. For parents and schools, the situation is getting worse.
Yes, there are not a few students who want to "die" from exams. They scold their parents and teachers and laugh at their classmates. I once made a questionnaire survey in the class where I taught, and more than 80% of them had suicidal thoughts, and the number of middle school students who committed suicide was also increasing. These flower-like lives wither in the moment of youth because of a temporary impulse. Why? Don't they realize the beauty of life? Or have we neglected the education of cherishing students' lives in our education? There is an ancient saying that "filial piety is influenced by parents", and suicide is unfilial to parents; Western religions say that people who commit suicide can't go to heaven, and all their sins can't be forgiven by God. I have seen patients in hospitals who are pushed out of the operating room by doctors with tubes all over their bodies, and I have also seen patients struggling with the disease in their beds. At that time, I really felt that life was so precious that nothing else was worth mentioning in front of life.
Young friends, please cherish your life! Cherish life, learn to be kind to yourself, learn to fly yourself, and make yourself closer to nature. There are many interesting things in life, and there are also many beautiful things in life. We can try to do what we like. Playing football, surfing the Internet, going for an outing with friends, swimming in the sea, fishing by the stream, watching comedies, climbing favorite mountains, watching waterfalls and listening to the sound of the waves … There are so many things waiting for us to do, and so many joys need us to participate. We run, we jump, we laugh, we sing, and this beauty is all because of life. Cherish life and make it valuable. Enrich yourself and improve yourself. For the enrichment of life and the perfection of life, you have no reason not to work hard, but to make life wonderful because of struggle. Cherish life, but also learn to treat life with a normal heart, adjust your mentality in time, and face everything in life calmly.
Believe that there are no obstacles in life. Let's embark on the road of life with such a little poem: I walk into life with a smile, no matter how life rewards me. Give me an apartment? I am a cheerful river; Call me rough? I am a mountain of solemn thinking; Reward me with happiness? I am a swallow flying in the air; Repay my misfortune? I am a strong bamboo, and I can bear thousands of blows.
The taste of learning Chinese is sometimes as bitter as chocolate; Sometimes as sour as plums; Sometimes as sweet as candy. ...
difficult
"Little C97" teacher announced the results on the podium. I silently prayed "Little W …" and hesitated for a few minutes when I heard the teacher's voice. Her eyes stayed on my test paper for a while, and finally she said, "Xiao W, 78 points ..." My eyes widened with disbelief, and my mind went blank. How can this happen? ...
At this moment, my heart seems to have melted a piece of dark chocolate, and a bitter taste pervades.
ferment
At night, I sit alone by the window and stare at the distance. Eyes, already crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, but tears ran down my cheeks and wet the test paper with poor scores that I just handed out. My heart is like eating a very sour plum, and that kind of acid has been lingering in my heart.
Moonlight, like running water, quietly sprinkled on the table. I looked up and tried to stretch my mind. Suddenly, a tall and straight figure caught my eye. Oh, this is a photo of poplar. The poplar in the photo, after being attacked by a storm, is still tall and straight, as if it would never be a soldier. Looking at it, I was lost in thought ... Poplar can withstand wind and rain, why can't I? Failure only represents yesterday, only the past. I want to face up to failure and start over.
Tears on the face turned into strength and poured into the whole body. I looked at the paper soaked with tears, wiped away tears, picked up a pen and began to sum up, looking for the reasons for failure and correcting past mistakes. I want this failure to be my motivation!
sweet food
Another exam. I walked out of the examination room with a sigh of relief. I believe in myself, and I will do it this time.
A few days later, the teacher announced the results, and I was full of expectations ... The teacher finally read my name, "Little W95…… ..."
I made it! Full of joy, just like eating a candy, a little bit of sweetness with a little bit of victory.
I have experienced the ups and downs of learning Chinese, and will work harder in the future!
My Chinese teacher's surname is Cai, and everyone affectionately calls her "teacher". Maybe you've met her? She has been rated as an "excellent teacher" many times!
She is about thirty or forty years old and of medium build. A thick head of hair is black and shiny, and eyebrows are thin and curved, like willow leaves. A pair of big eyes are clear and beautiful, and their lips are relatively red, like two rose petals. They are often witty in class and make us laugh.
Teacher Cai's Chinese class is very good, lively and interesting. She teaches us to remember by association when we encounter difficult words and easy typos. We often make mistakes when we talk about "repentance and teaching". She asked us to observe these two words carefully, and we found that they all have "every", but the radicals are different. It turns out that "regret" is related to mood, while "teaching" is related to words. I remembered it later and never missed it. When it comes to the key points and details of the text, she will explain them in detail, analyze them in simple terms and give us examples, so that we can imitate writing exercises.
Teacher Cai is also very humorous. I remember that once the school held a classic reading performance, and a poem was practiced repeatedly. At first, we were still alive and kicking, just like grass withered by the sun, listless. The teacher told us a joke that a merchant needed to print a lot of invoices, so he came to the printing factory to print them. It was supposed to be sent to Urumqi, but the printing factory accidentally printed them into birds, and the consignee waited left and right, but the goods could not be received. He called the businessman and asked him. When the merchant checked, it turned out that the printing factory printed "Wu" as "bird". "Ha ha ha" everyone burst into laughter and immediately had the spirit to rehearse it again.
Teacher Cai is still like our mother. Once a classmate in our class threw up. It was the final exam. Teacher Cai is in a hurry and asks the invigilator to pay more attention to this classmate. When the exam was over, she quickly contacted her classmates' parents until she heard the doctor say that it was nothing serious, and her frowning brows stretched out.
How can I not like such a patient and mother-like teacher?
A few days ago, I saw that the onion outside my window was covered with black bugs, and some bugs were flying around the onion. After a few days, some onions gradually withered. I asked my father to buy some pesticides to get rid of these bad things. However, dad said: pesticides are toxic and bad for your health. Hearing this, I lost confidence like a deflated ball.
At this time, an idea came to my mind: although there is no pesticide, I can do it myself! At first, I took a pot of water and poured it on those hateful bugs. I thought the worm would be scared away by the water, but the worm didn't mind the water at all and still flew around the pot of onions. I didn't lose heart when I didn't succeed the first time, so I started the second experiment.
Since you are not afraid of cold water, you can't use boiled water! I said disdainfully. I brought a pot of freshly boiled water and poured it into the onion pot. As I expected, those bugs panicked and crawled around on the onion. I smiled contentedly and spit out four words from my mouth: culpable of punishment! After a while, I came out to have a look again and found that those bugs still occupied the onion pot, which surprised me greatly. Angry and annoyed, I grabbed an ashtray next to me, poured the water and ash into the onion basin, and left angrily.
The next morning, I went to see the pot of green onions again. I was surprised to find that all the bugs in the pot were gone, leaving only a pot of green onions. Now I don't understand: how did those bugs disappear at once? Is it grey water? I asked my father why ash can kill insects. Dad said: I don't know. I ran into the study again, intending to check the information, but I still couldn't find the answer after searching for a long time.
I believe I can find the secret. There is science everywhere in life. In this world, there are many secrets waiting for us to explore!
One Sunday, my mother and I finally brought home the parrot hatched from grandma's house.
These two parrots have purple-blue spots on their foreheads and faces, yellow-black pinstripes on their upper bodies, green spots on their waists and lower bodies, green spots on their throats, green tail feathers, and gray mouths and feet. It's a man and a woman with a clear voice. At first, they didn't like being close to people. They always stay away when feeding, and only fly over to eat after I leave. But not long after, when feeding them, they will bend down to eat, but when things are put in my hand, they dare not come near. At first, they would look at them with puzzled eyes and keep blinking, as if they were afraid that I would catch them. Seeing that I didn't move, they tentatively came over and bit the food in my hand twice. They looked up at me and saw that I didn't mean to hurt them, so they ate with confidence. Once, when I was feeding them, I hung vegetables on the cage and prepared to open it. They seemed to feel something, turned around and dragged me in before I put the food in.
Now they chirp all day, but they don't bark when they rest. Wake me up on time when I get up every day. They live on my balcony. Although they are a little annoying sometimes, they also add a lot of happiness to my life.
That day, I'm going to take a composition guidance class. I prepare lessons carefully. Many writing theories, such as topic examination, writing purpose, material selection and so on. I'm going to make full use of multimedia to arouse students' senses, so that students can write this exercise well. Despite this, my heart is still not practical enough.
I have never been in such a comfortable mood since I took over this poor class, not only because of the poor knowledge of the students. But the attitude of learning really makes me dare not compliment, especially the composition, which makes students have a headache, and I have a headache even more. Many students write more than three lines every time they hand in their compositions. Deal with it. Ask them, and they always say they can't write, and there's nothing to write. At first, I was very annoyed. You know, this is a sixth grader! In class, I severely criticized the name and asked the students to rewrite it. But the composition handed in is still the same. What a pity! My anger flared up again, and I found some students angrily. I feel much better after the storm. "Teacher, I have spent a lot of time and tried my best." "Teacher, I really have nothing to write. Every day is like this ... "Students face my harsh eyes, their chins cling to their chests, and tears can't help but brush down. Well, I'm really helpless. The thought that they are already graduating classes, if we don't try to cultivate their interest in writing and improve their writing ability, can students still be promoted to Grade One? Anxiety is inevitable in my heart. So every time I do writing instruction, I talk about how to start, how to end and how to write in detail. The students seem to listen carefully, but the exercises written have not improved much, which always makes people feel empty talk, lies and big talk, and they have no real feeling at all. Students don't like PE classes, so they are always uninterested. I am also struggling to find a good way to interest students. Because of this, I walked into the classroom with a little frustration.
I want to turn on the computer to prepare the courseware for this writing class. Oh dear, the key is missing. I heard that the computer key was missing, so my classmates gathered around to help me find it. I looked all over the altar and drawers, but I couldn't find the key. I can't find my trouser pocket. I'm a little worried. I said to myself, "What happened? I obviously took it. How can it be gone? " Everyone is worried about me. "Did you forget to bring it?" "See if it's on the ground." "It may be in your desk." Everyone is talking and busy looking for it. Around the altar, the corridor. They looked carefully and searched carefully. "Chen, please look in the drawer of my desk at once," I said eagerly. Soon, Chen came back panting and said he couldn't find it. Oh, no, my elaborate design is ruined. After listening to my words, I felt anxious, disappointed and sorry, and all kinds of feelings were revealed on my classmates' faces. I feel a sense of gratitude when I see how enthusiastic they are. Suddenly, a voice of surprise came, "Found it! I found it! This is the key! " Everyone cheered, not to mention how happy they were. In just five minutes, the whole class took action for a key, which made everyone experience a series of emotional changes of anxiety, disappointment, regret and surprise. On second thought, hey, isn't this a good writing material? I am very excited. Clap your hands, everyone immediately quieted down, struck while the iron was hot and asked, "What happened just now?" "We looked for the key with the teacher." "How did you find it?" Students have raised their hands to answer, but they don't even like to raise their hands to speak. Wei Haipei, who often causes laughter in the class because of his unsmooth speech, also speaks clearly and won everyone's applause. I immediately inspired them that there is a lot to write about what happened to us and around us. See if you pay attention. "Can you write down what just happened?" "yes." Encouraged by me, everyone said loudly with confidence. All right! Write as you say, in one go, and students have entered the writing state. What is written on the students' faces this time is not sadness, but joy. Before long, everyone handed in their homework one after another. Watch the exercises handed in by the students. I smiled, and the scene just now was vividly reproduced in everyone's pen. What makes me happy is that Wei Haipei really doesn't believe that he can write such a good article even though he is most afraid of writing at ordinary times. After the lecture, the students showed great interest and hoped that the teacher would show their homework. Because this kind of writing makes them feel relaxed and happy, gain a sense of accomplishment and taste the sweetness of writing. Ah, what a surprise. One carelessness brought such a big gain.
How to let students unload their writing burden and make writing easy and enjoyable? I was inspired this time. I have no personal experience. How can students write exercises that satisfy me? How can big talk, empty talk and lies not fill students' homework? Therefore, teachers should try their best to create situations, and students should actively participate in activities and practices, so that they can have something to say, write and express. This writing instruction class broke my preset teaching idea, but I lost my key and inadvertently let my classmates devote themselves to finding the key. Because this is something they have experienced personally, it is easy to stimulate their writing enthusiasm. There is no need for a teacher to be an abstract writing guide. Since then, I have paid special attention to guiding students to write some Chinese practice activities. Let them write around. For example, a debate contest, story meeting, small production, handwritten newspaper, editing composition collection and so on. I ask students to write in real time. They have ready-made materials and don't have to worry about what to write as before. "Teacher, I don't have a headache for writing anymore." "Teacher, I like taking fitness classes." Interest in homework gradually sowed seeds in students' hearts. For primary school students, it is better to create more scenes than boring writing knowledge, so that students can realize themselves, get inspiration and improve their writing level by participating in practical activities.