Not long ago, probably in my last semester. The rain on the horizon somehow "smashed" on my head. Under the eaves for a long time. The rain didn't turn down. The wind is blowing so hard. Take the schoolbag, cover your head with an umbrella and run. Come on, come on, here we are. After running for less than a few minutes, I finally came to school. "NO, all wet, especially my schoolbag, is really of, what pouring rain for no reason. I won't be a' soaked chicken' if it rains lightly! " I complained. Looking into the rain, a mother and daughter walked on the school road. Mother quietly leaned her umbrella against her daughter and looked at the daughter beside the loving mother, short and thin. While talking and laughing with my mother, I watched, but I didn't go upstairs. I wouldn't stop until the mother left, otherwise ... It seems that the mother's family is poor and her umbrella is broken. I saw that the little girl seemed to know that the umbrella was a bit shabby. I was embarrassed and quickly pushed her mother into the rain and told her to go home. Mother is nothing, just run into the rain, it should be that this mother still has to work. I turned my head and looked up and down at the little girl who was going to go upstairs and enter the classroom. Looking at her like that, she should be a grade 2 or 3 student. "Forget, forget, this time is really finished. Self-study early! " I ran in the direction of the classroom ...
A corner of the campus is very small. What happened was unknown. Is the memory that has disappeared the best? Don't quarrel, don't quarrel over trifles ... This is not good.
Not long ago, probably in my last semester. The rain on the horizon somehow "smashed" on my head. Under the eaves for a long time. The rain didn't turn down. The wind is blowing so hard. Take the schoolbag, cover your head with an umbrella and run. Come on, come on, here we are. After running for less than a few minutes, I finally came to school. "NO, all wet, especially my schoolbag, is really of, what pouring rain for no reason. I won't be a' soaked chicken' if it rains lightly! " I complained. Looking into the rain, a mother and daughter walked on the school road. Mother quietly leaned her umbrella against her daughter and looked at the daughter beside the loving mother, short and thin. While talking and laughing with my mother, I watched, but I didn't go upstairs. I wouldn't stop until the mother left, otherwise ... It seems that the mother's family is poor and her umbrella is broken. I saw that the little girl seemed to know that the umbrella was a bit shabby. I was embarrassed and quickly pushed her mother into the rain and told her to go home. Mother is nothing, just run into the rain, it should be that this mother still has to work. I turned my head and looked up and down at the little girl who was going to go upstairs and enter the classroom. Looking at her like that, she should be a grade 2 or 3 student. "Forget, forget, this time is really finished. Self-study early! " I ran in the direction of the classroom ...
Sure enough, as I expected, I got the teacher's approval for the first time in early self-study
Self-study class early ... It's nothing.
After the first class ... There is nothing wrong.
After the second class ... something happened ... in the corner of the school toilet.
When I walked out of the classroom, I couldn't hold it anymore. Go to w.c. at once ... It's a little noisy to walk out of w.c. As soon as I turn around, the scene I see is a quarrel. Really, why quarrel for no reason? I have nothing to do when I am full, and I am bored. Look at the formation of the two of them, and they have to fight! Alas! In this situation, it is still necessary for the teacher to come out to resolve this matter ...
After school at noon, I went downstairs. It was still raining, so I borrowed an umbrella from my classmate. Looking west and east, I saw the little girl again. I wanted to go but I couldn't. I still wanted to wait until the mother arrived. After a long wait, the mother came, still holding the broken umbrella, and the little girl saw her. I immediately pulled my mother to a corner, and my drooping ears immediately stood up. I leaned over there and only vaguely heard: "Really, didn't I tell you not to take this umbrella this morning?" You still take it. " I poked my ear, only to hear what the mother said was a changed tone: don't, don't do this. "As she spoke, her mother took the little girl's hand." Hum! " The little girl unreasonably shook off her mother's hand. I saw it, and I was almost furious. I really wanted to pick up my slap and hit the little girl in the face. But, but, I ... I stared at the mother's face, which was tired and pale. I really couldn't help it. I opened my umbrella and left ...
In the rain, I thought a lot. Why can't the children in the world understand their mother's mind? Why do mothers in the world have to be so tolerant of their children? Why, why ...
It's raining harder and harder. Here we go, the horizon is crying. It thundered, "rumbling!" It's so loud, the rain and thunder are so loud, so loud ...
What happened at school Composition 2: What happened at school
Teacher's Day is coming, and the students are busy preparing their own programs, but they always feel that they are not perfect, so they ask Li Sa, who has the most ideas, to come prepared: "Ha, ha, ha, I have been ready for a long time, and that is-poetry reading!" "Poetry reading? He is so funny, "Doudou laughed." Is it: Ah! Dear teacher, what you pay is what we all get? , too earthy! " After listening to this sentence, Li Sa shook his head and said that he was not like this, but spoke his mind and composed a poem. After listening to this, everyone talked about it and agreed. "Well, since everyone agrees, I'll send you paper, and everyone will write it now!"
Teacher Zhao Mi didn't know anything about it, but she was also surprised. Everyone was always happy when they met her. But when I met her this time, all of them bowed their heads and avoided him.
Time flies, so it jumped to 9. 10。 Behind the red curtain stood a row of neatly dressed students, with notebooks in their hands and a deep bow, and began: "Li Sa," a local beam of sunshine spilled into my window, which was the warmth you brought to my mother; When the first spring rain blows over the earth, it is the green you are watering my life; No matter whether I am a poplar or a bush in the future, you will always be the gardener, and I will bless you with green: you have worked hard, teacher! " The poetry reading led by Li Sa touched teacher Zhao Mi and the audience.
Back in the class, the students secretly picked their thumbs at Li Sa, and Li Sa proudly said to the teacher, "Teacher, is there any thunder?" The teacher nodded dramatically, and there were laughter and blessings in the classroom. "Before class is over, I want to talk to you. Who came up with this idea?" "Li Wei!" The students replied in unison, "Then why didn't you tell me?" Zhang Peng scrambled to answer: "A surprise for you?" Is it? The teacher's eyes widened in surprise!
What happened at school Composition 3: What happened at school
Jia Pingwa said, "A person's life, whether it's suffering, happiness, gain or loss, the most important thing is that there can be no Yue Hui in a clear spring in his heart." Just like in this vast world and all sentient beings, whether it is mediocrity, glory, failure or success, the most important thing is to have a pair of eyes that will discover the warm and beautiful things in life and the meaning of existence.
I think of some very small things, which happened in a very ordinary campus. But in fact, they are warm and beautiful and precious.
The first thing that happened on campus.
My memory of this matter is incredibly clear.
It was the unified examination at the end of the first year of high school, because it was related to the quality of the class in the second year of high school, and everyone was particularly nervous and serious.
I found that I forgot to bring my 2B pencil when the English exam was five minutes away, and my heart was suddenly on fire, which means that I will lose the score of multiple-choice questions, which accounts for 70% of the test paper. The unimaginable consequences made me anxious to sit on the steps outside the examination room, tears pattering off, and the students around the examination room were all strangers because of the random arrangement of the examination room, so I couldn't ask anyone for help at all. composition
When I was disheartened and ready to go into the examination room, a clear voice came into my ear, "What's wrong with you, classmate?"
I raised my slightly swollen eyes. It was a beautiful girl with a shallow smile. I murmured, "I forgot to bring my 2B pencil. This is over." She thought about it, took out her own from her pencil case, snapped it in two, gave me the cut end, and said to me, "Go in quickly, don't delay the exam."
I remember that she was the last one to come in our examination room. I remember the way she quickly grinds the tip of a pencil on the ground in the sun. I remember her clear voice and beautiful.
Laughing, I remember the sour warmth and rolling touch in my heart ...
-The second thing that happened on campus.
When I was in junior high school, I took part in an essay contest in the city and successfully entered the semi-finals. However, in the early stage of the semi-finals, the Chinese teacher was hospitalized due to illness. But she didn't ignore my competition. On the third day of her hospitalization, she sneaked back to school to guide me to finish my composition.
It is really a small thing, but it has made me remember it for so many years. It's not because I care so much about the competition and the first place I won later, but because I have mixed feelings and sadness at the thought that the Chinese teacher endured the pain to explain this revision to me.
Later, I realized that happiness is actually the process of discovery. As an old saying goes, there is no lack of warmth and beauty in life, but there is a lack of discovery. They wear humble clothes and ordinary clothes, and walk around everyone. Just to see if you can see happiness. Have you got it?
What happened at school Composition 4: What happened at school
School, you must be familiar with the word. It is the world where we study. Every day, we have to study. Everything there is so familiar. Teachers and classmates, let us be happy and full. Many things happen to us every day, especially at school ...
After class concert: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves …" I let go of my voice. The deskmate got the message. Make way for a bright road for me. "I found that book for you." I nodded gratefully. I went out to play for a while, and they were all playing hamburgers. I'm getting carried away with them. My deskmate asked me to help him with a problem. I sang again: "Wait a minute, maybe next minute!" " Oh, my god My music addiction is quite serious!
Reading in class: Shh, keep your voice down, the teacher is giving a lecture! It's class time now, and each of our classmates is listening carefully. In this class, we learn "Dad and Me". Ouch! This dad, too ... That! I only have the money to go home by bus and buy books for my son. It was so touching, and there was still heavy snow at that time! If it's me, hi! It will definitely be used for riding. Tut tut tut! Not simple! The teacher also told us to read aloud, the wind, the rain, the sound of reading, and the sound was heard ...
Touching event: class is over again, Ding Dong: Lost and Found notice, Ding Bo found a wallet at the school gate. Crimson, with Doraemon graphics on it, please come to the General Affairs Office to collect it immediately. Dial it again. Every time I hear this voice, my heart warms up. How pure our hearts are. Whatever you find, give it to the general affairs office. Ah!
I can't finish talking about things at school. Let's talk about it next time!
What happened at school Composition 5: What happened at school
We are young, and the wings of dreams are constantly flying, bearing my hopes. School is the road to a better future and the way for us to enjoy life. We are constantly striving to realize our dreams.
Colorful fireworks are swearing to us our youth, familiar corridors, familiar breezes, and familiar sunshine. The only strangeness is the extra horizontal sign on the classroom door, which is not just a horizontal sign, but a sign of our growth. We have matured in school and want to wave goodbye to our youth once. We watched our schoolmates come to a new learning environment. I can't help but think of my arrival. I came here with the same curiosity as them and felt strange around me. I watched my younger brothers and sisters running on the playground and squandering their youth, and suddenly I felt like I had grown up. We began to grab seats in the canteen with our younger brothers and sisters, and listened to them singing the songs we once sang. I really felt the rush of time.
Meeting Chenyang every day, standing on our playground and listening to the password, we started our journey, shouting loud slogans on the rubber runway, which was the beginning of the day, waving goodbye to Chenyang, and we went back to the familiar classroom with English words and classical Chinese on our backs, and casually read it early. After dinner, we were filled with the smell of rice everywhere, running and running, so the breakfast ended in a strong struggle. Cheer up to meet the day's class, honestly talk with relish about the chalk flying around, yawning heavily, and almost closing my eyes. In this way, the day passed in a fog, and our youth passed year after year.