Memories on the blackboard

When it comes to "the memory on the blackboard", many stories related to the blackboard spring up in my mind like movies. Some are happy, sad and exciting ... However, what I remember most is the four seasons in the black newspaper.

One of my memories: spring on the blackboard. It was an appreciation class of ancient poetry. When the Chinese teacher wrote the word Qingming squarely on the blackboard, the teacher turned to the students and said humorously, "Today, we will learn the poem Qingming written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and we will enjoy the drizzling spring rain on the blackboard." Then the teacher read the poem to us in her clear and mellow voice. The teacher not only led us to learn the rhythm and quantity of reading aloud, but also let us know the origin of China's unique "Tomb-Sweeping Day". From then on, I love the blackboard, and I love the spring with human touch.

Memory 2: Summer on the blackboard. In another Chinese class, the teacher arranged the colored pens we brought early for drawing. Before class, the teacher hung a picture of the West Lake Lotus in the upper left corner of the blackboard. When the teacher wrote down the topic "Look at Jingci Temple seeing Lin Zifang off", the students suddenly realized. It turns out that this class is to learn Yang Wanli's poems about lotus. Interestingly, the teacher asked the students to draw their own understanding of poetry with the poem "Lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers have different colors in the sun", and then tell your reasons. This time, I learned the true meaning of "painting in poetry".

Memory 2: Autumn on the blackboard. At that time, I was studying Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si. For the first time, I read the bleak mood and realized the homesickness of the wanderer "Qiu Si" from the three groups of close-ups of "a dead vine and a faint crow, a small bridge and a flowing family, and a thin horse on an ancient road".

Memory 2: Winter on the blackboard. In addition to enjoying the four seasons of nature and humanity from the stories on the blackboard, I also felt the writer's love for his hometown in Lao She's Winter in Jinan.

I love the spring, summer, autumn and winter on the blackboard in my memory, and I love the teacher's inculcation more.

Comments: The cut-in angle chosen by the author of this article is novel and unique. The four clips are like a montage of a movie, which makes the title come alive. In addition, the material content recalled in the text is only skillfully combined with the memory on the blackboard, which naturally highlights the theme of memory. It is worth learning that although the author chooses the content and scenes of Chinese class, the reasons for expressing memory are rich and varied, each with its own merits. For example, the memory left on the blackboard in spring is a clear rainy scene, and the memory left on the blackboard in summer is the teacher's heuristic teaching ... The article is coordinated and complete from beginning to end. It is also our cultural aesthetic habit to adopt the opening introduction and ending summary before and after four paragraphs, which is also called envelope as the structure. The structure of such an article seems to have a beginning and an end, which makes people clear at a glance. In addition, the language of this article is clear and easy to understand, both popular and literary. end

Be a "walker"

I want to be a "walker" if I can.

On quiet nights, I like to sit alone. I like to set up the erhu and slowly pull the bow. The smell of wood fills the nose. Some rusty ones are still tight, and the two strings overlap, so I can rub them lightly and slide them again. I don't mind if rosin falls on my pants. Aside from the material around me, in the melodious music, I seem to have come to another paradise. I am deeply infatuated with erhu.

But suddenly one day, I found that not everyone has high respect for erhu. I stood in the classroom and talked happily about my wish to be an erhu player when I grow up. Everyone watched me dance with interest, but there was ridicule in their eyes. They cheered for the piano player's heroic performance. When they saw the beggars sitting on the street playing erhu occasionally, they turned to me, and there was an unclear color in their eyes, which made my heart ache. Looking at the old beggar in the street and listening to his intermittent hoarse erhu sound, I was speechless. The students gradually walked away, but I stopped in the corner and remained in a daze.

I still like to be deeply immersed in my own world, with only erhu silently accompanying me. In the dark, I am a lonely singer, singing old songs that others don't like to hear. Then, finally one night, I decided to let this melodious resound through the sky.

I began to attend art festivals frequently, and at class parties, I also shuttled back and forth with my erhu on my back. When I picked up the erhu, I was there. I sigh like an old man in the moonlight and groan like knocking on a crutch. I don't ask listeners to shed tears, but I ask them to listen to my inner voice, listen to my attachment to the erhu and wake up their sleeping hearts. I tried my best to tear up the last A?vagho?a in the horse race. I don't want everyone to have a boiling passion, but I want them to feel my inner anger-why are you laughing at the erhu and yelling at the piano?

When the music is over, I will stand up quietly and bow to them. I thank them for being dumbfounded, because I know that they have understood what I want to say: behind the erhu is the wisdom and culture of China, which is gorgeous, simple, magnificent and amorous feelings, and can be played with two strings.

We can't forget that it was our voice, the cry from China.

Be a "walker", convey your wishes with your own actions, and be willing to wake up everyone's sleeping hearts. Action, though insignificant, has opened a beautiful flower for the road of cultural inheritance. Me, proud!

If I can, I want to be a "walker" and travel around the world with my erhu.

comment

Erhu, which takes me out of the shackles of my body, makes me very happy, but the "rustic" erhu is not as good as the "foreign" piano, and even encounters a subtle tease. It was this kind of teasing that awakened my action, picked up the erhu and let others hear my heart and China's cry. In this article, the author made a subtle expression of the great righteousness, and pursued it in action, skillfully interweaving personal feelings with national feelings. The article emphasizes the refinement of words, such as "stop", like a stranded ship, feel dejected; In the end, piety and piety are among them. There are also long and rhythmic sentences.

Wen 3 be a "walker"

I once read a story, which made me have mixed feelings after reading it.

An old farmer had a very clever son. He was very complacent and always praised his talent. One night at dinner, my son was talking about his "heroic legend". The old farmer stood up and shouted to his son, "Hands up!" " The son didn't understand but did it. The old farmer said with tears in his eyes, "son, dad has no future in this life, so I'm counting on you." But remember, your hands are higher than your head. Everything is not about talking or thinking, but doing it. "

This story reminds me of an idiom "easier said than done".

In this fast-changing high-tech "flying" world, action seems to be slipping away from us step by step. We have long been used to many cold machines doing everything for us. We just want to make life more comfortable.

Also, when we walk on clean streets, no one will bend down to pick up scraps of paper, but coldly say, "Never mind, the sanitation workers will sweep." When we see that those who spare no effort to help us are in trouble, we will only shout: "Come on, you can do it!" " "There is no sign that the hands in those pockets want to stretch out. When we see a test paper, it must be easy to remember it, but it is difficult to write it during the exam. Action is far less than thought, but it is more important than all this.

There is an old saying: "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road." It can be seen how important it is to be a "walker". This truth has been circulated for thousands of years, but many people don't understand it.

Alas! Perhaps this is the sorrow of an era! But we can't let go. Look at those historical footprints: Lu Xun awakened the people with the cry of facing life directly; Helen Keller realized the transformation of life with firm will; Gou Jian, the King of Yue, finally achieved the great cause of rejuvenating the country. These historical sites are tirelessly calling us to be "walkers".

Let yesterday go with the wind, but we must study hard and be a "walker" in the future.

We are the post-90s generation with passion and sunshine, so don't let ourselves become "giants of thought and dwarfs of action". Let's be a "walker", interpret the meaning of life with actions and express the beauty of life with actions!

comment

An article that is described and discussed is very free, that is, exciting. A classic story leads to the topic of "behavior", and then leads to the understanding that "action is far less than what you think, but more important than everything" from the perspective of big society and small phenomena. What is commendable is that the author points out that "action is far less than thinking" is the sorrow of an era and is willing to interpret the meaning of "walker" with action in the name of post-90 s.

Wen 4 be a "walker"

When I opened the book, I admired Xi Murong's adventures in San Mao Sahara, wandering in the grassland. Closing the book, I thought why I didn't witness this beauty with my own actions, so I simply packed my bags and set off.

I have been to Jinggangshan, giving up taking the bus and insisting on trampling on the red land with my feet. For this reason, my feet are always hurt by stones. Rough Redmi was hard to swallow, and he was panting halfway up the mountain, but I insisted on the word "walker". Dense Woods, strange bamboos, simple locals along the way, the joy when I arrived at Huangnigang, and all the things that I couldn't understand when I took the bus were photographed by me in action. When I reached the top of the mountain, I couldn't help thinking of what Mao Zedong said: "Walking in the mountains is as difficult as iron". In a flash, I really gained a kind of persistence and perseverance, and I changed from a dwarf to a giant in action.

I have also been to the pontoon bridge in Ganzhou. At first, I saw the seemingly fragile pontoon bridge lying across the vast river. I was timid and wanted to turn around and leave, but when I saw that everyone had set foot on it, I had to bite the bullet and put out a foot. Suddenly dizzy, I stepped on a few steps, but quickly adjusted my center of gravity and boldly moved forward. Old Pontoon's "Ji Ga Ji Ga" sound is very nice, just like singing Kunqu Opera shallowly. Bending down, I saw that the nails firmly nailed into the stake were a little rusty, and many ancient and beautiful cracks extended from the board and sank a little. I don't know how many people have heard footsteps on this pontoon bridge since the Song Dynasty. But with the ancient city wall on the shore, I guess they are a group of chivalrous people who travel all over the world and care about the world, singing "It is better to mourn for the people than to die." The gurgling river will also witness a group of Hakka women walking with tea baskets on their backs, singing and laughing, leaving their vitality. Numerous steps in the past have aggravated its depth.

At the end of the day, I was a little reluctant, so I had to step on it one step at a time, thinking that if I just turned around and left, how could I harvest the beautiful traces left by these years? Only through my actions can I witness the depth of this history.

When I came back, my luggage was full of determination when I grew up, and I understood the beauty of history, and of course there was more. ...

I am no longer a simple walker. As a walker, I am stepping on my heart with my own feet.

comment

The author's narrative is clean and lacks gorgeous details, but it is tense. The sound, color, shape and spirit in the text are in perfect harmony with the artistic conception of the characters. Every word in the text is full of emotion. Writing about scenery means writing about people. The association in the article seems to be natural. If Woolf's Spots on the Wall is imaginative, it is pitiful. Such beauty comes from action, and the author gains a deep understanding of life in action.

Wen 5 bid farewell to the past

Farewell internet bar

My dear Internet cafe, since I met you, I have experienced unprecedented happiness. I want to play games, you play with me; I want to see a movie, you accompany me; I want to chat, you chat with me ... you always accompany me willingly. Your tenderness and thoughtfulness make me feel warm. So I miss you in class, miss you after class, miss you when I eat, and miss you when I sleep. It's like being separated from Sanqiu one day! I can't imagine how I would live without you. But now I have to say goodbye to you, and that annoying old class gave me an ultimatum! The other day, Lao Ban discovered the inseparable relationship between you and me. First of all, he talked to me over and over again. After seeing no effect, he even gnashed his teeth and said to me, "* * *, I'm warning you for the last time." If you don't make a clean break with the Internet cafe, I'll let your parents take you home for renovation. " I don't want to ruin my image as a "good son" in the eyes of my parents. I have no choice but to wronged you, dear. But please believe me. I'll come back for you soon.

Say goodbye to the red light

Mr. famous red light (failing), I never thought that you would take the initiative to let me buy you a train ticket to the south. You used to haunt me and stay on my test paper for so long, but you refused to leave anyway. Now that you have offered to leave, I am very ... so happy! Tell me quietly, who made you change your mind? What? It's that annoying old class who did your job in private! What magic does he have to make you obey him? It seems that I underestimated him. Seriously, when you leave, you'd better never come back.

Say goodbye to the old class

I have a batch of award certificates in front of me. Looking at it, I can't help thinking of my beloved old class! Back then, I was addicted to Internet cafes, with three main courses and red lanterns hanging high. Many teachers think I'm hopeless, but you talk to me again and again and carefully analyze the pros and cons for me. As a last resort, you gave me an ultimatum, and I really said goodbye to the Internet cafe. You will seize this change of mine and praise me strongly at the class meeting, saying that as long as I have confidence in myself, I will definitely make a comeback. I found the answer from your firm eyes. From then on, I, who was often late for fun, disappeared and was replaced by a diligent and enterprising me. But I left too much homework behind. At this time, you extended a helping hand to me, tirelessly explained it to me again and again, and mobilized teachers and classmates to care about me and help me. Gradually, my grades blossomed like sesame seeds-higher and higher, and finally I won this coveted award-winning book. Dear old classmates, I want to say goodbye to you. I really hate to part with you! Goodbye, old class, I will definitely come back to see you!

The comments of this article can stand out mainly because of the following highlights: First, the concept is unique. The focus of the article is to bid farewell to the teacher and write about the teacher's concern for himself. However, the author broke away from the routine, first wrote farewell to the Internet cafe, then wrote farewell to the red light, and finally seemed to involve the teacher. In fact, the first two episodes are to prepare for the final farewell, and successfully shape the image of a class teacher who cares about himself. The feelings are sincere and natural, and there is no trace of an axe. Second, the language is fresh. The author's words are so funny that people can't help laughing. For example, when I wrote Farewell to the Red Light, with the help of my teacher, I eliminated the phenomenon of failure: "I never expected that you would take the initiative to let me buy you a train ticket to the south." You used to haunt me and stay on my test paper for so long, but you refused to leave anyway. Now that you have offered to leave, I'll just do it ... so happy! "The examinee's lively personality is vivid on the paper, and the language humor is refreshing.

Wen 6 "Pain" loves life.

I am an out-and-out rural child. As long as I can remember, my father has told me many times that rural children are tougher than urban children. For more than ten years, I have grown up in "painful" love.

I don't know if it's God's blessing or other reasons. When I graduated from primary school, I was admitted to a private middle school in the county for free because of my excellent grades.

I still clearly remember that on the day of school, my father rode the old "Phoenix" that accompanied him for more than 20 years and carried the bedding for me. I followed, carrying big bags and small bags, riding all the way. Along the way, the father and the daughter didn't say a word. I know, dad is still in a hurry to go to work. He said that ten dollars would be deducted for absenteeism for half a day.

When I came to the new school, everything seemed so fresh. There were so many people in the school, just like going to the market. Cars, vans and motorcycles are parked at the school gate. Dad leaned his broken "Phoenix" against a small tree, unlocked, carrying a bedroll and walking through the crowd. I followed my father closely for fear of losing him. I was surrounded by adults and had a hard time getting through. Dad helped me find the dormitory and chose a bed by the window. Dad says it's sunny here, not wet, and warm in winter. As for other comforts, I didn't say a word. I put down my bedroll and turned away. "Dad!" I let out a cry and my father turned around. "What's the matter?" I looked at my father silently, just smiled bitterly, turned around and left again. I held back my tears and made my own bed. Watching other parents help their children tidy their bedding and things, my tears came down, but I wiped them off at once. Dad said that children in rural areas need to be strong.

From now on, every school holiday, I will go home by myself, sometimes by car, sometimes on foot. When I get home, I make a fire to cook and clean my room, and then I wait for my parents and my brother to come back while reading. This is a habit I have developed for many years and has never changed.

Time flies, and it is three years in a blink of an eye. The mid-term exam is coming today, and I got up at five in the morning. Mom went to work in the factory last night and hasn't come back yet. Dad went to work early. I cook my own rice. After dinner, I go to the examination room by bus. Just as I was about to walk into the entrance of the examination room, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision. Never thought, it was dad, who came riding his broken "Phoenix". Suddenly, a feeling of heartache flowed all over the body, tears could not stop, and kept spinning in my eyes. "Dad, why are you here? You are short of more than ten dollars for a day's work! " "No matter how busy the farm work is, I don't trust you to take the exam alone. Come on in, the exam is coming soon. Dad is waiting for you outside. "

Writing here, my tears can't help flowing down again. Dad, don't worry, I will do well in the exam, because you are waiting for me outside. If you entrust me for many years, it will always hurt me. ...

This is a very rare full-mark composition in the examination room. The remarkable features of this article lie in the following three points:

First, the selection of materials is full of personality. The author's dialogue has profound understanding and unique experience. Through the ordinary things that many people see in their daily lives, the theme of fatherly love is achieved. It is this "special love" that endows "special me" and shapes the spirit of self-improvement and independent enterprising.

Second, the narrative angle is small. The author chooses "Dad", "Sending the girl to school" and "Accompanying the girl in the senior high school entrance examination" to show his great fatherly love, which is inseparable from his keen observation ability and rich emotional resources. Third, feelings are simple and natural. "Touching people, don't worry about love first." Between the lines, the author's infinite affection is everywhere. This kind of emotion, unpretentious, true and natural, unpretentious, makes people cry when reading it, which shows that the young author's language and writing skills make people taste and admire.

Wen 7 rejoices in peace.

Life is a song, because the harmonious combination of different tones constitutes a cheerful and beautiful song. -inscription

Class article

The monitor made a long speech on the platform: "Come on, students! There are still two weeks to figure out the exam. Cheer up and say,' Eat hard and you will be a master'. Victory must belong to us! " So, in class, everyone speaks enthusiastically and is not ashamed to ask questions; After class, there was less noise and more discussion. We work hard in the spirit of "glory for the class" and "class honor belongs to everyone"

Finally, there is another shining flag in our classroom.

Playground article

The annual spring sports meeting is here. Look, the runaway wild horse running on the grassland, the official long-distance runner in our class-Xiao, is approaching the finish line step by step with his perseverance and endurance. Our team is not to be outdone, "Come on! Come on, little A! You are the best! " The sound is surging, and the waves are higher than the waves. "Oh, we won! ! "Little A finally rushed to the finish line first.

As a result, our classroom has another eye-catching "best collective award".

Dormitory supplies

"I heard that it is necessary to re-evaluate the' civilized dormitory'?" Little K said excitedly.

"Really, head nurse, then we must work hard and strive for' three consecutive championships'!"

"Really, head nurse, we should carry forward the glorious tradition and make persistent efforts!"

"Really, chief, we should dare to innovate and climb the peak!"

As always, we work and rest on time; We are down-to-earth and use our brains; We greet each other and move forward hand in hand.

The appraisal result was finally announced, and everything came true.

In this way, we work hard, we reap the fruits and we make progress together.

In this way, we live in harmony and we are happy.

June is full of vitality. This June, the same vitality, the same vitality, the same youth!

-P.S.

comment

The beauty of this article lies in the humorous language style. The words "class", "playground" and "dormitory" show that the article is relaxed, a true portrayal of students' life, in line with students' thinking characteristics, and makes people feel very cordial. Although there are few pens used to describe language and action, they can grasp the characteristics of characters and write very vividly. In this description, readers can appreciate the power of detail description. Second, the little author is ingenious and keeps up with the pulse of the times. At the end of the article, point out the theme, live in harmony and live happily.