My Chinese teacher's surname is Chen and her name is. She is also our head teacher. She has big black eyes and a pair of glasses on her nose. She looks very knowledgeable.
Teacher Chen is very special in the class. Unlike other teachers, she doesn't talk much in every class and does a lot of homework. Instead, each class only focuses on the key parts of the text and the incomprehensible speeches, and the rest of the time guides us to analyze ourselves. Understand and do your homework. We discuss the problems we don't understand in class in time, and finally she gives us an evaluation, so that we have enough time to read in class. Think and finish your homework. She attaches great importance to cultivating our self-study ability.
Teacher Chen is rich in language and flexible in teaching methods. In Chinese class, the way she reads the text is fascinating, and it is a pleasure for us to listen to her read aloud in Mandarin. Once in the "Little Sandy" class, Teacher Chen read the text and was full of infinite sympathy for Little Sandy. In the teacher's emotional reading, it seemed that the unhappy little Sandy was standing in front of me. When I read the passage "Little Sandy is dying", the teacher's voice trembled and I couldn't help crying.
Teacher Chen is versatile. In the "Flower Tide" class, in order to let us better understand the text and understand what a begonia flower looks like, she drew a begonia flower with colored chalk, which looks like a real one from a distance. At that time, I really admired Mr. Chen. He taught Chinese and could draw pictures. Every singing contest, cultural performance. Teacher Chen either teaches the commander to swing or teaches us how to sing with emotion. She thought we were playing the piano during the performance. Because of Mr. Chen's guidance, our class has never been out of the top three every time we sing or perform.
Teacher Chen cares about every student in the class, no matter how good his grades are. Poor, she treats everyone equally. Whose parents are away on business, she asked who eats and lives in her own home. In fact, Miss Chen's family is not rich, but in order to help her classmates, she scrimps and saves.
I respect many teachers, but I admire Teacher Chen the most. She taught us a lot of knowledge and taught me how to be a man. I feel very happy to have such a good teacher.
One day, you came to us. At first, I was worried when I got the news that you were coming. Is teacher Zhang fierce? Is teacher Zhang strict? Will she punish the students? Countless little question marks are spinning in my head, which makes me dizzy.
In the first few days, everyone is strange, and you haven't had time to get familiar with it, because you don't want to waste any time preparing for the final exam.
Your first class taught us how to do reading comprehension. You taught us to start with the structure and content, and taught us several methods. So that we students who regard reading comprehension as a stumbling block gradually begin to like reading comprehension. You are very convincing to us in class, and your lecture is vivid and wonderful. When we made mistakes in answering the questions, she didn't criticize us, but gave some simple and easy-to-understand examples to guide us to find the correct answer. This will not hurt our self-esteem, but also stimulate our enthusiasm for raising our hands and broaden our thinking.
And composition class. You give us a topic first, then explain it to us around this topic, and then let's start writing. When you're finished, hand it in. A few days later, you walked into the classroom with a stack of compositions, dressed in elegant and fresh clothes, with a calm and calm expression on your thin and white face, and your clear eyes hidden behind the camera looked so sharp. Later, I found a book that you personally approved and pointed out the mistakes and improvement measures for us. Don't you feel tired of teaching so many classes and giving us batch after batch?
But when we first met, you went back quietly, leaving only a letter. The students' noses are sore after reading it. Although you left in a hurry, your great image, in my heart forever!
A place as beautiful as a fairyland, with colorful clouds floating and the wind full of fragrance, is like tourists admiring each other and mentioning that this beautiful Yinmeng Lake is like a fairyland. Who can not be fascinated by it! Go to Yinmeng Lake and get drunk in the warm wind there. Take part in the blue water this time and get in touch with nature!
The smell of food smells good.
When I arrived at Yinmeng Lake, I went to the "farmhouse" by boat. Everyone there was very hospitable, sitting in a spacious and beautiful pavilion, and the food was delicious. Here we go. The mouth-watering dishes have opened your eyes. I knew it must be delicious when I heard this name. Smell it carefully, and the aroma goes straight from the nasal cavity to the heart. The fragrance of this dish is unpredictable, fragrant and fragrant, mixed with fresh fragrance. It can really be described as "a burst of vegetable fragrance"!
Climbing on foot is easy.
I went to the farmhouse, drove to the mountain in the blink of an eye, and then went hiking to see the scenery. The trees in the mountains are lush, the rock roads are covered with moss, and the Mao Mao is fluffy and misty. This is a moss road covered with thick shade. Although it is in the prime of spring, the warm sun floats, but the sun can't penetrate. It creates a deep and quiet world for people. Through the Woods, leaving the shade, what emerges in front of you is "wild flowers everywhere" Sniffing sideways, the breeze mixed with fragrance makes people feel very comfortable. In the warm sunshine, the flowers look full of vitality. With the beautiful scenery, I can't help but sigh, "Mountaineering is really comfortable and effortless."
Clear and transparent pool
As soon as Feng turned around, his eyes suddenly lit up and a pool of water appeared. It's called Bishui Lake, like a mountain mirror. Very clear and transparent. You can bend down and lower your head to taste. The water is still sweet, and it is very comfortable to drink it.
A thrilling sight
In a blink of an eye, I came to the horizon that everyone yearned for, which was formed by the gap between two mountains.
Legend has it that two mountains compete for territory, collide with each other, and the rock in the middle falls off. As a result, a prince sealed them with an arrow, so this gap has been passed down to this day. Up to twenty or thirty meters, the surrounding rocks are steep and there are no steps. There are only thick iron ropes for people to climb, which is a sign of courage. The mouth of the cave is straight and straight, and you have to lean sideways to reach the mountain pass. It has always been a symbol of Yinmeng Lake.
On the way back, I hummed a little song. All the way is shady, thrilling and fragrant. I just think the scenery of Yin Meng Lake is picturesque.
Chinese composition in grade three 4 1. Listen carefully in class and follow the teacher.
2. Choose a classical Chinese counseling book that suits you.
3. Learn to adapt to junior high school life.
4, lay a good foundation (words, ancient poems, classical Chinese notes, literary common sense).
5. Read more famous books.
6. Pay attention to summing up the knowledge of classical Chinese.
First: mainly read more reference books and words.
Second, the way to improve reading ability is to listen to the teacher and take more notes in class, so as to understand the author's intentions and what he wrote and expressed.
Writing a composition should not only read more books, but also have the basis of writing, that is, writing an argumentative essay should discuss one thing, such as its advantages and disadvantages and its impact on society.
I think it's useless to go to cram school. I'm going to cram school for a week. I can't control my body and mind. I'm in a bad mood and have no passion in class. If you really want to go to cram school, it is the top student in the class, and ordinary people like us can't stand the torture of the bench.
Third, classical Chinese should pay more attention to the summary and induction of content words and function words, which are basically found in reference books.
In the peach blossom dream, a song ends with a sigh from the deep heart. This is Tao Qian's own spiritual exploration. His soul is accompanied by another self, which is the epitome of his lifelong dream and personality spirit. Finally, it presents an island, a world where peach blossoms fall. This is a dialogue between Tao Qian and himself. He just wants to do it for himself.
The night outside the window is thick and quiet, and it is time to think hard. If you understand more, you can have a good conversation with yourself, the one in your heart.
Look out the window more, you can get closer to the world, but you should also look at the mirror beside you.
Is there a moment? Coincidentally, a photo fell from my memory. The face on it was really familiar, but I couldn't remember his name. Maybe this man was not important in the past, but he is desperately exploring from my memory.
Looking back eagerly, I felt that I couldn't sit still, wandering back and forth in the room, constantly trying every plausible name in my mouth. Or stubborn, or persistent, just can't let go. I always feel that if I can't remember, there is a missing piece in the place where I can't find it, even a missing sand.
Forget it, it's a monster that eats people's hearts. She walked silently, but it hurt.
Have you ever had such a dream? I am in a big and tall city, and I don't know where to go. I walked like this, watching the red and yellow light blend together, facing the warm and charming sunset, my heart was very practical.
When I woke up, I found that I still remember my dream, or that it was a really deep memory. Where did I walk, where did I dream the same dream over and over again, and where did the feeling of being at home come from?
Dialogue with yourself is a confession to yourself and a bright light for the future life path.
Yourself, the source of so many day and night efforts, is it a dream? What did you dream about? The dream is in a palace in my heart, which can be vaguely felt, but it is not clear. Never mind, isn't it more real to be closer to it? Besides, there is love pushing us forward. The love of friends, teachers and parents is the driving force of our struggle, the hope of never giving up, and our wings to fly high.
When facing the mirror, there is another self in the mirror. The self in my heart is not only myself, but also the epitome of many people. Whenever I think of a person's name, it is a comfort; There are many places I have seen, and there are also cities I have seen. I am going home against the sunset, with the firm and warm strength of my parents on my shoulders.
On the way to the palace loaded with dreams, we should look up from time to time at the smiles and places around us with love. That's where our hearts wander when they are tired.
There is a place in this world that only we know, and that is memory.
Talk to yourself more and say hello to yourself.
In my daily life and study, my mother gave me meticulous care. I think everything she gave me is logical. I grew up with my mother's love and never thought about her hard work. It was not until I went to middle school that I finally understood. ...
I remember it was a late autumn weekend and my mother disappeared early in the morning. Dad said that mom had an important meeting in the morning and had gone to the company. No wonder I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and saw my mother sitting in front of the computer, so absorbed in her work that I didn't see her come out.
In the afternoon, the sunny weather suddenly darkened. Opening the window, I saw a light rain in the gray sky, and a chill blew in. It's too cold! I quickly closed the window. I can skip the remedial class this afternoon, thinking, my mother is back. Seeing my tired mother, I said, "Mom, you stayed up late to work overtime yesterday. You should have a rest. I won't attend class today. " My mother immediately saw through my "trick" and said, "No, I'll take you to class." Then, he helped me add two clothes and let me put on my hat and scarf.
When we were walking on the road, the cold wind blew harder. Yellow leaves are shivering in the wind, and the flowers and plants along the road are shrinking. Pedestrians in the street shrink their necks and walk backwards. My mother hugged me tightly. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother wore very few clothes. It turns out that my mother doesn't care about wearing thick clothes when she gets home. I turned to look at my mother, only to see her face flushed with cold, and the whistling wind blew her hair more messy. Looking at my mother, a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart. I reached out from my pocket and hugged my mother tightly. At this moment, I vividly remembered a famous saying of Ba Jin: Nothing in the world can be deeper than maternal love.
The wind kept blowing, and the yellow leaves jumped into the arms of Mother Earth with the cold wind. Sorry, mom, today. I understand your hard work. You have done too much for me.
My friend's attitude towards money. Now let me talk about it.
Liao Qianxi only sees money, just like a mouse sees white and delicious rice. I remember one time, I went out to play with him. I didn't expect his old man to be so lucky. As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw a shiny fifty-cent coin on the ground. He looked around quickly and picked it up when no one was around. Put it in his belt. After putting it in his belt, he smiled so happily that he almost laughed.
Brother fu is greedy for money and turns a blind eye. Even if it is a hundred-dollar bill, he just walks by and won't touch it at all. Brother Fu is really a man who treats money like dirt!
When Xu sees money, it won't exceed five dollars. He won't touch it at all. When I go out with him, if I see five dollars, he will pick it up at once. If it is a piece, he will scold; "Why not five pieces. He is really picky.
Zhou Ge's attitude towards money is endless and unpredictable. When he is in a bad mood, it is a curse not to pay for his life to be greedy. But when he is in a good mood, he makes a 360-degree turn when he sees money, kisses money crazily when he sees money, and money will think; What a good life, ho ho.
This is the attitude of my friends when they see money.
In my heart, what I hate most is rain. I don't understand why so many poets praise it or why rain is romantic. In my heart, it is horrible, it is sad, it is lonely.
I have hated rain since I was a child. I hate that intermittent, unpleasant, noisy and annoying sound. As long as it is rainy, I will frown, hold my chin in my hand and think about some unhappy things quietly like a fool. I don't know what to say about my family. Like many rural families, I left myself to my grandparents to take care of, and then my parents went out to work to earn money to support their families. Therefore, when I can remember, my parents left me, sometimes once a year, sometimes once every two or even three years. As for my parents, I only know that I miss them very much, but I have never tasted the love of my parents.
Like many left-behind children, they are bullied at school and dare not fight back. I was thin and studied well at that time, so I offended many bad children and was often scolded. Whenever I hear someone scold my mother, I will hit him, but I can't beat him and always go back with a black face. Grandma asked me affectionately what happened, and I kept sobbing. I sat in a chair and cried with my head down, thinking about my mother and father. Although I was very happy when I was a child, I was also full of sadness. When it rains, I will be unhappy, and I will think of those unhappiness. Whether I was a child, I grew up or now, the rain is full of my dissatisfaction with life. I am telling him that those memories are all in the rain.
In junior high school, I was still very thin, which may be the psychology of every child. I want to be strong and overthrow all those who look down on me. Start exercising, get to know all kinds of social people, bad students, skip classes, fight, smoke and drink. Fighting again and again, being beaten again and again, from the initial timidity to the final madness, my mind is full of hatred for my parents. Why can't they come to accompany me? Why should I be bullied? I will still feel sad in rainy days. This may be a habit. I cried to it, and I said, I don't want this either. I also want to be a good student, but why can't my parents come back to accompany me? Why should I be bullied? The rain is full of my tears and tears.
Now, I'm not the bad guy I used to be. However, at school, in my hometown, others saw me, and those who bullied me before dared not look at me with contemptuous sunshine. I became strong and fought with others. Whether others hit me alone or they shout at a group of people, I seldom suffer. However, I have achieved this step, my dream has come true, but I can't get my happiness. The disgust of family, the contempt of relatives, the contempt of all teachers, and the escape of classmates. Tired, I want to quit. 17 years old rain is so special. I'm not crying, but telling. Let me hear it.
It tells me the story from childhood to adulthood. It's so sad and weird. When I was a child, I was so good and obedient. In the end, I was so bad and so annoying. Is this still me? I feel worse listening to its voice than crying at it. I've changed a lot. Suddenly, I hate myself. My parents worked so hard to earn money by going out to work, so that I could study hard and get ahead. Yes, I'm ahead. I am the head of a bad boy, a soldier, a troublemaker and a black sheep. I did all this myself, and I did it myself.
So many words and so many memories. When I was a child, I was weak, but later I was strong. Is this a person? I can't believe it. Rain, still raining, is so painful, just like a needle, stabbing in my heart, just like a time machine, taking me to the past, that darling me, snuggling in my mother's arms, gently stroking my head.
I know it's just a dream, but I beg you, don't bother me, don't bother a bad boy like me with a naive dream. Listen, the sound of rain, it is telling, telling my past, I am listening, listening quietly, not disturbing, not disturbing. ...
Exercise brings me happiness. Exercise can keep me fit. Sports can also bring me fun. I like sports, especially running. My mother said that I loved running since I was a child. Although I didn't run very fast, I never stopped. Even if I am breathless, I will not give up. I must reach my destination.
At that time, I went to physical education class, and our PE teacher was not at home, and there was no substitute teacher. Our sports Committee counted the number of people, and then everyone was fired. I went to find some friends who had a good time to play with. Our game theme is running. This is my strong point. I am secretly happy. Before long, we started running, my friends pushed forward like the wind, and I slowly kept my strength in order to win the final sprint. So, as I ran, I told myself-"Come on! You'll succeed. Everyone else has been defeated by you. " This sentence also reminds me all the time: only success, no failure.
It gave me a firm belief, which is the starting point of my success. After running for more than four laps, my friends were already sweating, but I was full of energy. I overtook them and reached the prescribed finish line within the prescribed time. ...
Mountain climbing is also a special pleasure for me.
That was when I was in the fifth grade. On a hot summer day, I invited some close friends to climb the mountain. We are honest and trustworthy, and the appointed time cannot be changed. Fortunately, it is sunny today, which is very suitable for mountain climbing.
In the morning, after breakfast, we went to the top of the mountain together.
We are walking on a steep slope, and my figure is not afraid of climbing. My friend is fine. Pull me up. We pushed forward along the steep slope together ... Soon, we reached the top of the mountain and saw something we had never seen before-grass covered the earth and a house stood in the middle. There is a spherical pond beside it. I was particularly curious and went to the pond. I stepped on the mud and my feet sank gently. I think something is wrong. Fortunately, I moved very fast and didn't sink ... even if it wasn't particularly smooth, I enjoyed it.
Every morning, I put on a pair of sports shoes and go to a place where I can exercise ... At that time, I seemed to forget everything around me, concentrate on sports, face my opponents, try my best to surpass and win. When the opponent stands at his feet, looking at the vast blue sky, a permanent smile is engraved on his face.
I am very happy because I exercise. The ladder to happiness is waiting for us. Get ready, let's go!
10 the author has always disagreed with some so-called "literature" that is tinkering around the edges. He often uses popular themes, interspersed with a few seemingly meaningful and meaningful words, and made up a story for a pretence, and then ended up as a "noble Leng Yan" and called himself a "scholar". As everyone knows, this language can't be provoked. Throughout the ages, Du Fu's poems about the country and the people, and Lu Xun's essays with sharp words and precise words were fabricated. A pen is the most advantageous weapon for people who are good at using Chinese. However, people who have searched their stomachs and intestines can't write a story. They have pens in their hands, just like a left-handed person eating noodles with chopsticks in his right hand. Not only awkward posture, but also swollen face to pretend to be a "scholar"?
The country we live in has a history of 5,000 years, and the change of dynasties has brought various cultures. There are Tang poems in Tang Dynasty, Song Ci in Song Dynasty, Yuan Qu in Yuan Dynasty and Han Fu in Han Dynasty. Born in this era, we are happy. With the rapid development of information, we can easily get all kinds of information from the Internet and get a glimpse of the languages of the last 5,000 years.
Language is the foundation of a country. She appeared from under our feet. Looking up from our window, she is an old man, a young man, a girl and a baby. Good advertising words are the credit of China people. This widely circulated story also has China clues. We began to learn Chinese when we were still in infancy, and we also learned Chinese. Don't say that science students can abandon Chinese because of the division of arts and sciences? ! You live in this country and associate with others. Who doesn't appreciate people who speak more elegantly? Our country's culture is extensive and profound, and thousands of Chinese characters have been created. It is impossible to know them all in a lifetime, and there are tens of millions of sentences added up. How can you speak Chinese without learning? Those who despise China people so much are people who have not raised their heads to have a good look at the world. Although they are not Ding Bai, they are not scholars.
I am still young, I don't know the difficulty of literary creation, and I am not good at poetry, but I still know a little about the meaning of Chinese. Chinese has always been with us. It is neither a word nor a language, but there are words and languages in Chinese. Now some scholars are willing to spend their whole lives studying her, which shows that the charm of Chinese is not inferior to others. They also hope that China people will not look down on China people. When Chinese people pass by, they will appreciate them carefully and let them know the depth of culture and the world.
I am a poor student, and I wrote 800 words, the meaning is very shallow. Readers should not take it amiss. Thank you very much at this point.