Chapter 1: Recalling primary school life
Time flies like a shuttle 'my primary school time is running to the end. I cried and laughed at school. I closed my eyes and remembered the past. Our school has a very big door. When you go in, you can see a wide playground. Look at the neat rows of trees. At the beginning of spring, the buds on the trees have filled the treetops. The tender trees are very lovely. Next to the playground is the teaching building. Look at the sound of books in the classroom. You have been moved by this scene. Speaking of the classroom, I can't help thinking of my teacher. I like Chinese teacher best. Her last name is Yang Qiong. She is very kind. I call her Miss Yang. Miss Yang is very beautiful. She is in her twenties and has long hair. She is also very good to us. She often takes us to action. Don't scold us for making mistakes. Once we were addicted to the Internet and went to the Internet cafe. After a while, the teacher found us and said to us, 'I don't forbid you to go online. Tell me when you go to the Internet cafe, you know?' In this way, the teacher forgave us. In school, I inevitably meet some annoying people, such as he Guiliang and Wu Peiling. When I meet them, I can only avoid them. Sometimes they also do some bad things, such as stealing and beating & hellip& hellip; We can only be vigilant! be vigilant! Be more vigilant. Once, one of us lost something, and we had to stay in school to find out. Later, it was found out that it was them. In the six years of primary school, there were many things that made people laugh. I remember our English class. Because English words are so difficult to memorize, we find some words that are homophonic with words to remember. Sometimes when the homonyms of some words are the same or similar to the nicknames of some students, we can't help making some jokes. Yes, six years of primary school passed in a hurry. This is just a turning point in my life. Some people have infinite brilliance after this; Some people sink; Yes & hellip& hellip; I can't give up. I have to think about my ideal. What meets me is the brightest sunshine tomorrow!
Chapter 2: Recalling primary school life
In the twinkling of an eye, six years of primary school have passed. We have learned Pinyin from yiyiyaya following the first grade teacher, and now we have graduated from the sixth grade. In the six years of primary school, there are too many stories with deep memories. Now in retrospect, it seems that you can clearly see the teacher's kind face and think of the students who fight together in their spare time & hellip& hellip; The most unforgettable Teacher in my memory is teacher Zheng who taught me Chinese in grades 4 ~ 6. In my eyes: the school is like a huge garden; Teachers are like hardworking gardeners; We are like young flowers. When we are 'thirsty', you irrigate us with the dew of knowledge; When we are hungry, you give us fertile soil and let us thrive; When we are cold, you will take us out of the garden and let us enjoy the sunshine. You took great pains to take good care of us. When you saw us thrive, you smiled happily. What you smiled was so brilliant and so sweet. Mr. Zheng is the teacher who is most kind to me. She pulled me back from the cliff of literature; It was her who changed my love of learning from my love of learning; It was her that made me love writing composition instead of writing composition. From the fourth grade did not write a composition, deceived the teacher did not bring, let you be greatly disappointed; The 50 or 60 points written by the fifth grade made you think about giving up me, but you didn't. stick to it and cultivate me slowly; Finally, more than 90 points in Grade 6. How much effort and sweat have you condensed in this process! As the saying goes: the kindness of a drop of water should be reported by a spring. My achievements are the best reward for you! Now, I graduated and want to leave the teacher. classmate. Alma mater, there are too many reluctant to give up. Then, let me study hard, grow into the pillars of the motherland, and then come back together with my classmates! The memory of my alma mater is beautiful, and my gratitude to my alma mater is sincere. Here, I want to thank the teachers for their hard cultivation! Goodbye, the teacher who gives us knowledge! Goodbye, our alma mater! Wish your alma mater a better tomorrow!
Chapter 3: Recalling primary school life
When I entered junior high school, I was so happy because I finally escaped the darkness of primary school. I entered the strange classroom. There were several pots of flowers and plants on the windowsill. The noise in the classroom brought me into middle school. After class, the teacher's humor and understanding of students brought me closer to middle school life. When my friends still miss primary school life and feel uncomfortable with junior high school life, I am already happy to get rid of the unbearable primary school life. I soon integrated into junior high school life. However, after a long time, I miss the not dark primary school life. When Lang Lang's reading voice learning task is not tight, the Chinese teacher, the respected 'sir', will spare a class time for us to read the text one by one, and the result is always unsatisfactory. " Stop reading! What are you reading? This is! " Some students can't read the text & hellip& hellip;' Whenever this time, I can't help thinking of us in primary school. At that time, we were still very young and would do everything very seriously. How the teacher told us to read, we tried to read aloud with emotion according to the teacher's requirements. There are many Chinese classes in primary school, so the teacher has enough time to teach us to read the text. Where to reread, where to pause, where to read a certain tone, the teachers guide us hand in hand, and all the students enjoy it and immerse themselves in the artistic conception of the text. I can't remember most of the texts we read, so I vaguely remember a few sentences: '& hellip& hellip; Ignoring the meal, Bart picked up the lamb and ran quickly to the pasture & hellip& hellip;' These words, let us read them, make people seem to be on the scene and deeply feel the mood of the protagonist. At that time, we didn't know all kinds of reading skills and what was' cadence ', but our level was far beyond this level. " That's sixth grade. I don't remember who started it or how I invented it. I only remember the laughter at that time. The comrades in the circle around me (including me of course) call writing homework in advance 'despicable'. As long as they find that a comrade has written or is writing homework that the teacher has not assigned in advance, they yell 'despicable' at this person angrily (of course, when the teacher is away, if the teacher is there, they have to keep a low voice). This person often remains silent and continues the action just now. But it is also strange that we are willing to be called 'despicable' by others, and we can see 'despicable' comrades in progress almost all the time. Gradually, we simplified it into one word: inferiority. When we see someone 'despicable', we say to him in an unusual tone: 'really & lsquo; Inferiority & rsquo; It's too late! " The man smiled there without raising his head. " How many times has the devil had a real 'Physical Education' since he stepped into the threshold of middle school? To put it bluntly, our physical education class is over. The difference between class and over class is only that we have 35 minutes more time and can't make a loud noise in the teaching building. I began to miss physical education in Grade 6. The adjunct teachers in our primary school teach by grade, so we must change our PE teachers when we enter the sixth grade. Use one word to summarize the physical education class of that year, that is' devil '. That year, our muscles and bones remained in pain. We have two physical education classes a week. In the first class, the teacher gives the pain to each student in physical education more or less. The teacher is not responsible for the 'sequelae' left, but can only bear and endure it by himself. When we are glad that the 'sequelae' will disappear, the storm comes again. The old wound has not healed, and has been baptized by wind and rain. Who has ever experienced that feeling? You must ask, is it so terrible? Is the teacher corporal punishment? No, let me introduce it. Long jump, sitting body flexion, jogging and back pedaling (these two items are all prepared for running). In the second semester, there are forward roll, back roll, straight leg back roll, cross fork and vertical fork (unfortunately, we have graduated before we can practice these two items). These are the contents of class training. Many of us couldn't cross 1.8 meters in the long jump, so the teacher asked us to jump steps (three by three) and frogs in each class. After class, we supported each other and held the railing. It was not easy to return to the distant classroom. As for the forward bending of the sitting body, we don't bother to use cushions. We just 'stand down and bend down', that is, stand straight on the edge of a table, keep the body down as far as possible, and stretch the hand down as far as possible. Remember that it seems to be ten centimeters beyond our feet. This makes our classmates practice. It's called a pain! The PE teacher also moved the legs of some students. The students cried out in pain. We watched the excitement nearby. I believe you can imagine other contents. This is our 'devil' physical education class. In the twinkling of an eye, I will be promoted to the third day of junior high school. Junior high school life does bring me more light and happiness, but it seems to have lost something at the same time.
Chapter 4: memories of primary school life
Time always passes so fast. In the blink of an eye, I will say goodbye to my primary school life! This also means that I will enter junior high school. My six-year primary school life makes me taste the ups and downs of life for the first time, and I feel it deeply. I vaguely remember that six years ago, my parents took my young hand and took me into Jinxing primary school. Jinxing primary school is not an urban primary school, but a very simple rural primary school. Maybe it's because of the rural primary school. We have a very relaxed life. We can run to the playground after class every day. Even after lunch at noon, we can run out of the school and buy things in the shop outside. The teacher saw it and just criticized it. Because of our freedom, our class is always at the bottom of each term. Although my grades are always among the best, as a class cadre, I am also worried about the class. Until two years ago, the school was to be transformed into Yu Pingbo memorial hall, so all our students went to Quyuan primary school. This is a town primary school with many rules and countless activities. This is very difficult for rural students. Because of this, my grades fell a lot. Mom and Dad were worried when they were driving. They asked me to go to school on Saturday. Of course, I didn't read in school, but some make-up classes on the street. Finally, my grades recovered, but when my family bought a computer, my grades fell again. However, my mother stopped me from surfing the Internet, so my grades recovered soon. I remember a month ago, good junior high school started enrollment activities. I especially want to go to the most famous huashengda Chinese learning school in the region. I think I can do it, but the title of the test paper is a little too unexpected. It's too difficult! In this way, I didn't pass the exam. Remember that day, the confiscated admission phone. I closed the door and shut myself in. I cried all day and night. My father encouraged me and said, 'it doesn't matter! It's just a small entrance examination. They don't want you