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Something happened in the classroom

The little alarm clock in front of the bed 'ticking, ticking' walked slowly. I tossed and turned in bed. After lying for a long time, I still couldn't sleep. My mind was full of what happened in the classroom during the day.

In June, the scorching sun is like fire, and cicadas cry all over the sky. Many people are greedy for the cool time in the morning, and I am no exception. So I was late. I had to buy some steamed bread on the road, park the car and walk upstairs. No one saw it, but the sound of the book first came to our ears. No! It seems that the students have begun to read early. I stepped into the door of the classroom. Suddenly, all the sound of reading stopped. The quiet classroom was like a drop of cold water splashing into the oil pan - silently. Then a burst of earth shaking laughter rang out - I was still biting half a steamed bread in my mouth!

I angrily went to my seat and threw away the culprit who made me a joke - seeing that brother steamed bread was about to have close contact with the earth, I killed Cheng Yaojin halfway and stopped it. I look, cut! It turned out that Wang Tong was always against me. Her eyes were burning, her veins were showing, and she looked like she was going to eat people. She came angrily, holding the half steamed bread in her hand and put it on my table. Pretending to be a good man is hypocritical! I raised my hand in disdain and waved the steamed bread to the ground. I looked at her triumphantly, pointing at me angrily, speechless.

She slapped her palms on my desk and knocked all my stationery down. 'Wang Jia --' her voice was gnashing her teeth. ' Food is the painstaking work of the farmer uncle for a year. Is that how you treat the painstaking work of others? How many people are there in the world? 1.3 billion! If everyone throws one like you, there will be 1.3 billion steamed buns, 1.3 billion! It will take a farmer's whole life!!! " Of course I won't let her win. I said impatiently, 'there's no exaggeration! Just a few steamed buns! It's my money. It's none of your business! I see, you are the octopus's hand -- the tube is wide! " You -- 'she was so angry that she couldn't speak. Her tears kept rolling in her eyes. She was stubborn and refused to fall.

When everyone saw this, they all talked about it. Suddenly, saliva flew all over the class. " I support Wang Tong. We should not waste food. " I support Wang Jia. People can spend their money! " Wasting food shouldn't have been. " Yes& lsquo; Who knows, every grain of Chinese food is hard & rsquo You don't care what people do! " namely! What do you care about others? "& lsquo; There are no idle fields in the world, and the farmer is still starving& rsquo; You're wasting food! " Waste is the first of the country's three bad habits. Wang Jia, you shouldn't! " Have you ever thought that maybe steamed bread is not delicious? " Ignorance! Didn't Mozi say that& lsquo; Nothing in the world is beautiful& rsquo;'& hellip;& hellip; After a long dispute, everyone agreed: support Wang Tong and live frugally. And I have already understood in the conversation of my classmates that we should live frugally and not waste any resources.

I stepped onto the podium, bowed deeply to the surprised students, and said in a deep voice, 'thank you for letting me know how to live a frugal life, thank you!' I turned around and said to Wang Tong with guilt, 'I'm sorry, does it still hurt?' It doesn't hurt! " She burst into tears and smiled. She came forward, took my hand and said, 'let's be good friends!' Well! " We picked up the scattered stationery and went back to our seats to start early reading. Inadvertently, I looked up and looked out of the window. In the heat of ordinary days, I was a little gentle today.

Before falling asleep, I couldn't help thinking of a pair of couplets:

Inherit the former ancestors' virtue, diligence and thrift, and inspire future generations to read and plough. Time in the classroom can fly_ 1100 words in the afternoon, the sun shines on the body through the glass. It is extremely warm and comfortable. A faint sleepiness hits the heart and lasts for a long time. Wu began to read the lengthy textbooks. In addition to the slightly noisy voice of the teacher, the classroom was very quiet. Three or two students fell on the table to take a nap, and more of them were wandering too empty.

Shouldn't such a day be very pleasant? The comfortable wind led me out of the classroom door. For a moment, the sun shone on my eyes and my vision was bright. The boys have flocked out of the classroom in groups. When they find a sunny place, they stop and chat. The topic is jumping from games to NBA. Everyone likes to talk about it, but they just don't dance. Most of the girls prefer to stay in the classroom, slightly hunched back, lying on the desk and writing hard. The thin shoulder blades are easy to see, and there are sweat drops on their forehead flowing into their collars along their cheeks, which disappear in a moment. The electric fan on the ceiling 'squeaks and squeaks', tenaciously resisting the traces of years. The more it struggles, the more it shakes, which makes the people sitting under the electric fan panic all day. It is said that the classroom is a place to study, the playground is an area to play, and the school is a place to carry all our youth and dreams. Take a deep breath, there is the smell of grass in March, the smell of red walls and white tiles, the smell of white clouds in the sky, and the smell of bleach on the school uniform & hellip& hellip; All these things remind me that this is my school, my class, an indelible and irreplaceable memory in my life.

It's probably noon. Everyone does their homework, chats or recites words from each other in the classroom, which seems to have formed two kinds of atmosphere. One group mainly focuses on learning. Some people get together to discuss topics, learn ancient poems and words from each other, and teach others to do questions. The other group, led by boys, sat around a table and talked with great interest. They didn't care how untimely it was to chat now, and they didn't think it was too hot to squeeze together. The result attracted the teacher's great dissatisfaction.

"What are so many of you doing together? You're definitely not talking about learning!" The sound was mixed with a smoke of gunpowder. " We're warming up! " The teacher suddenly lost his smile, but the idea of getting angry disappeared without a trace. The answer is ironic. After laughing, I was a little distracted and thought that I had been here for four years, joy, sadness, confusion, helplessness, grievance, excitement and excitement & hellip& hellip; It seems that I have experienced all my life here, and I can't help feeling a little stunned. It is often said that a class is a small society, which is not surprising.

Suddenly someone took my hand, and his eyes focused. He found that it was his best friend standing in front of me, staring at me with an expression of 'quick soul recovery'. " What's the matter? " What's the matter? Everyone in the class has left. Have you forgotten the sports meeting? " Naturally, there is a face of 'completely lost to you', 'we want to cheer you on, our class is the most united!'-- The collective I am in is a group full of laughter, often quarrelling, but still with good feelings. It is a place to carry dreams. I am proud of it, or it is proud of us. " Hello -- 'friends in the distance, shrunk into a silhouette in the sun. They smiled and waved as if it were a grand farewell,' don't be stunned there. Whether you come or not, we can go & hellip& hellip;' The sound of playing and making noise. Like a warm and beautiful fairy tale. Chicken feathers flying in the classroom_ 600 words today, every student in our composition class likes and worries about chicken feathers. Because we launched a 'fierce chicken feather blowing Competition' today.

First of all, Mr. Gong introduced the methods and rules of the competition: "when blowing chicken feathers, you should blow them up from the red line. If the chicken feathers fall on the territory of which side, the H side will lose and win two of the three innings." After introducing the rules, the fierce competition began. All the players were fully prepared and put on a confident posture. The cheerleaders were also ready to cheer.

The way male students play is very fun! Some, regardless of their own image, actually lay on the ground and blew, making the students laugh. I don't know which naughty member of the 'Victorious' team turned the blade of the air conditioner down. Although they were careless, they blew with twelve points of concentration. Some of them puffed their cheeks and blew hard, while others stared at the chicken feathers flying in the classroom; Some were caught off guard and dropped their feathers on their own territory & hellip& hellip;' The winning team lost a game like this, but they were burning with anxiety! Some team members quarreled. Finally, under the patient guidance of the captain, he finally worked together to defeat the other party.

Although we are girls, we are no worse than boys! I am honored to be divided into the second group of girls. As soon as the first group is ready, it's our turn to play. Although we stand on the side of the air conditioner like the 'winning team', we will never do that stupid thing. Our 'apple team' vs' Geely team 'game officially began. We learned from the male students, stretched our necks, pouted and stared at the chicken feathers. The boys were also there to watch the game with great interest. However, we always blow the chicken feather on the blackboard. The chicken feather is like a stubborn 'child' and always wants to throw into the arms of the blackboard sister. We finally blew the chicken feather to each other's territory with great effort. Yeah, after nearly 20 rounds, we won the first game. Our necks were stiff in the long first inning. At the command of Mr. Gong, the second game began again. We had to cheer up and fight another game. This time, the chicken feather was more obedient and no longer flew to the blackboard, but it never landed and finally landed in the field of Geely. The second game was over and we won. " Geely team 'refused to accept the request to fight again. The teacher said, fight again in a few days!

It's not important to win or lose the game. Friendship comes first and the game comes second, so the students are very happy. Laughter in the classroom_ The laughter in the 400 word classroom has the warmth to melt the snow and the power to open your heart. It -- warms my heart.

One afternoon, the classroom was silent, and the students buried themselves in their homework. Inadvertently, a typo quietly left footprints. I quickly turned around and found the correction tape from my schoolbag. I was secretly glad I had brought it.

When I turned around, I looked up and saw the two students at the front table stunned. Then I immediately buried my head in looking for something. A moment later, two pairs of white hands holding correction tapes of different colors reached out to me. Two colorful correction tapes are safely placed on the desk, shining golden light against the dazzling sunrise. I was stunned and became at a loss for a moment. At this time, Xu Zhen, his usual "friend at the same table", turned around. Unknowingly, he scratched the back of his head, giggled and said, "just tell me!" She handed over the correction tape.

I looked at three different correction tapes and was in a trance. I was stunned for a long time before I calmed down. I smiled awkwardly, shook the correction tape in my hand and smiled bitterly. When the three of them saw it, they drew a beautiful arc at the corners of their mouths and burst out their smile -- so sweet and beautiful.

Three pairs of white hands and three correction tapes of different colors reached me together. At that moment, I was deeply moved by three sincere hearts. They, those three different faces, three different kinds of laughter, intertwined