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Unforgettable criticism

From the first grade to the fourth grade of primary school, my compositions are very good, often praised by the teacher. But after entering the fifth grade, I don't know why, my writing level plummeted. Today is the first time that I have been criticized by my teacher in my writing class.

Last Thursday composition class, I according to the teacher's request, in a hurry to finish looking at the picture composition, then handed over to the teacher. At that time, I didn't think much about it. I always felt that at my level, I could definitely score high.

But today, when commenting on the composition, the teacher first read an article, which surprised me. It turned out that the teacher read it was written by me. At that time, I was not so happy, because according to the habit of Mr. Zhong, I began to read articles that the teacher thought were well written and read them as model essays. But when the teacher finished reading, the whole class laughed. It is said that this article is poorly written, the language is not fluent, and the imagination is unreasonable. In some places, because of my carelessness, I can't even make a sentence and make a joke.

Although the teacher didn't name me, I knew that this was my masterpiece. My face turned red in a moment, and I lowered my head silently. I really wanted to get a good seam under my feet. The students are looking for the author of the article everywhere with their eyes wide open, as if they guessed it was me and cast strange eyes on me one after another. I'm like sitting on a needle blanket. I feel uncomfortable all over. I really want the bell to ring at the end of this class, so that I can avoid this embarrassing situation.

When I came back home in the evening, I told my mother about it. My mother stared at me for a long time and said to me in a heavy and profound way: 'Ning Ning, you have published articles before and always think that your articles are well written. You are proud and satisfied with the status quo, and you can't calm down and think hard. That's why today's situation has come into being. Mom hopes you don't get discouraged, cheer up and start from scratch. Mom believes that you can write good articles through your own efforts. '

After listening to my mother's words, I seem to understand the truth and the reason why I failed before. I immediately ran back to the study, took out the Chinese book, carefully pondered the author's writing method. I secretly determined to study hard, absorb the advantages of others, enrich my mind, and strive to be praised by the teacher in the next composition class. About unforgettable composition: an unforgettable thing_ 550 words I have done countless interesting things when I was a child, any one can make you laugh, but the most unforgettable thing is that & hellip; & hellip;

When I was a child, my mother told me that fire is a very dangerous thing. If I was not careful, I might burn my house down. In order not to let me touch the fire, she also lied to me that if I played with fire, I would wet the bed. If I wet the bed, she would spank me. When I was a child, I was afraid of spanking, because my mother was more irritable than my father, so my mother would not be merciful. Because I was afraid of spanking, I didn't touch a match for a long time. However, after being honest for a while, my hand itched again. My mother didn't let me touch it, but what do I want to do? One day, when my mother was not at home, I went into the kitchen carefully and found many things in the drawer, such as towel, handkerchief, mask, etc. Suddenly, I saw a small box, which said: matches. Ah! It's a match! I found it! I looked at the box of matches, and I was distressed. Do I play or not? Don't play, my hands itch; play, what if I wet the bed? In this way, a period of time passed, and it was not easy for me to decide. I slowly pulled out a match and struck it gently. Looking at the little light, I was full of joy. But after a while, I saw that the match was about to burn my finger, so I quickly threw it to the ground. The match that was thrown to the ground still didn't go out, so I stepped on it with my feet and finally put it out.

I had to go to bed in the evening. I went to the bathroom 11 times in a row. Then my sister and I slowly lay down and fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamt that I peed in bed and my mother was beating me with a feather duster. I kept crying and my voice was hoarse; I suddenly woke up, thought of the dream, quickly turned up the quilt, found a map on the quilt, I was stunned, thought that my mother would hit my ass, and cried, the mother who was looking for food heard my cry, ran over, saw me cry, called me up, I whipped up, my mother looked, laughed, said: 'your sister wet the bed, what do you cry for? It turns out that my sister is sleeping on the map.

Ah! My heart suddenly relaxed. Students who can't be forgotten_ In my eyes, classmate affection is not the feeling of flattering and flattering in front of others. I think the real classmate affection should be very 'alternative', for example, the competition between students, the laughter between students, the mutual help between students, the tolerance between students & hellip; & hellip;

Competition between classmates. Class first is not won by fists, nor by tears for sympathy. The real first is won by good conduct and academic performance. No, before the end of the "crusade" against other classes, our class started a war. In our class, many students are candidates for the champion. In order to surpass each other in an exam, they redouble their efforts and greet each other during the day. But in the evening, they are red eyed and devour the spiritual food.

I remember a famous person said: 'when you are intoxicated with success, you should thank your competitors, because they give you the motivation to make progress. 'To tell you the truth, I really appreciate their continuous efforts, so that I always think of danger in times of peace and keep my achievements.

Encouragement between classmates. This' encouragement 'refers to the help of my best friend in some languages. I remember when I was depressed, the encouragement between my classmates became so important.

People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. We will usher in the first 'departure' in our lives. In the heart has too many does not give up, too many farewells. But no matter where I go, I will never forget the teachers who have taught us earnestly, let alone the classmates who have been with me for six years.

No matter where the next starting point is, I will remember my brothers and sisters who have been classmates for six years. Six years of ups and downs, we have experienced countless ups and downs together. In the future, they may all be changed from "read. 4" to "read. 4" hw.COM.cn ”Push changes for you and disappear, but no matter how can not erase the precious friendship between us & hellip; & hellip; an unforgettable criticism_ 600 words

It happened not long ago, which is unforgettable to me.

A monthly math exam before the midterm. Because of my carelessness, I regard a pair of buckets as a bucket. Six minutes later, he went eastward. But God is not interesting enough. I have to make another mistake. A few days of anxiety brought bitter results. When the teacher read the grade, he emphasized: "Liu Yuxuan, 27, 81. 'My God! I have been wandering back in the middle and upper reaches of the drop to the bottom 14, a total failure score. It's like thousands of bees are buzzing in my head. It seems that another lesson is inevitable.

On the way home, my heart was like 15 buckets of water. The reproachful eyes of the family came to mind. Finally got to the house. I'm not in the mood to eat. I sit on my own and swing back and forth. Mother seemed to see something, told me to come to the bedroom, closed the door, asked me: 'is the result down, how many points? It took me a long time to blurt out a few words. Mom asked me what happened. I thought that it was all caused by carelessness, but I didn't say it. Mother see I don't want to say, also don't ask to go on, let me at night don't go to tutorial class, to the teacher asked for leave, oneself at home introspection.

After a while, I heard my mother call the math teacher to ask about the situation. It was a long few minutes later. My mother came in and said: 'the teacher said that you are impetuous recently, and your mind is not in study at all. You can make mistakes in simple questions, but you can make mistakes in difficult ones. 'I lowered my head and blushed.

I thought it was over, but on Saturday, when I was in junior high school, I was asked by the teacher. After we reported our grades, we found that I was the last one. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. Like Xiangzi, I went through the ice and snow and the red sun. After school, all the students left, leaving me alone. The teacher said that I would do more homework than others every time. Every word seems to break my heart.

When I was at school on Monday, I was called to the office by my math teacher. I'm ready to be scolded. However, instead of scolding me, the teacher encouraged me to say: 'it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam this time. I hope you can continue to work hard and get good grades next time. 'when I got out of the teacher's office, I was full of confidence again. Failure is the mother of success. I believe I will succeed.

This criticism and lesson is unforgettable to me. At the same time, I realized my mother's care and kindness to me, and the teacher's strictness and kindness to me. Also let me understand a truth -- sunshine always after the wind and rain, opportunities are always left to those who are prepared. So, I'm going to turn resistance into motivation. I believe that tomorrow, I will be more excellent! Unforgettable criticism_ Look at you, you can make mistakes in such a careless and simple question! Let you have a good check, you don't listen to & hellip; & hellip; 'my father's words still reverberate in my ears, which is a criticism that I will never forget & hellip; & hellip;

That time mathematics final examination, I entered the examination room full of confidence. First of all, I skimmed the examination paper and found that there was no problem in this paper. So I finished the paper in a hurry and thought: the topic is so simple this time, I can definitely get more than 95 points! However, the result was unexpected. In the face of the bright red '93' and the four big forks on the test paper, I was very unhappy, because I knew how to write the so-called 'wrong problem' above: the figure problem was to subtract a triangle from a semicircle, but I calculated it into a whole circle carelessly. In this way, the four points were deducted; and the three calculation problems were all because I was so careless and miscalculated that I lost three points & hellip; & hellip; and when my father knew the whole story, he was even more furious and furious. He also severely criticized and educated me: 'look at you, you can make mistakes in such a careless and simple question! Let you have a good check, you don't listen, now OK, lost seven points in vain, you say that seven points should not be lost & hellip; & hellip; 'after listening to my father's words, my heart aches, and a feeling of guilt arises spontaneously & hellip; & hellip;

Dad's severe criticism not only made me take things more seriously, but also helped me get rid of my carelessness. Unforgettable memories_ I remember that year, I met a little boy in that school. His name was book.

We often play together. As soon as class is over every day, we immediately go to the willow garden of our school to play. We play and laugh every day. We are really very happy. But by the time of the fourth grade division, we are no longer at the same table or in the same class. Are we still good friends? It's a question that's been going on to me