2. Poetry in class
Poetry about not listening to lectures in class 1. Famous aphorisms about listening carefully in class
Use books, hate less.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Teenagers don't know how to study hard, but old people regret studying late.
Read a book a hundred times and you will understand its meaning.
I never get tired of reading old books, but I don't know myself until I read them carefully.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
Reading should be like a hungry man jumping on bread.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see a hill.
I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can recite them even if I can't write them.
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
The best stimulus to study is interest in textbooks.
The future illiterates are no longer illiterate people, but people who have not learned to learn.
The method of reading is gradual, practice makes perfect and thoughtful.
Look at the mountains and the sea.
Take Wan Li Road and read thousands of books.
Welcome to adopt, I hope it will help you.
2. What poems describe "class"?
1. If you don't come back in your prime, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)
Tomorrow will follow tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
3. Today is today, how few today is! Not today, when! Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Write today's poem for you. Please start today. (Wen Jia's "Today's Poetry")
4. If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad. ("Long Songs")
This is the night for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Yan Zhenqing)
6. Reading is spring, and an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems of Bailudong (I)"
7. I feel like an armchair strategist and don't know how to do it. _ _ _ _ Lu You reads books on winter nights and shows them to children.
8. I don't know how to study hard early, but I regret learning late. _ _ _ _ Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning
9. This is the night for men to study. _ _ _ _ Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning
10. Wealth must come from hard work, and men must read five books. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Bai Xueshi's Cottage"
3. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about students not attending classes.
★ She, tall, has nothing extraordinary, but a heart of gold.
She is my deskmate-Li Yan. On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her.
At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me. The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground.
I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of the semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. What can I do to have an early class? I stood at my desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Come on, tough guy, shame on you! Come on, it's stuffy in my heart again
Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she has to report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing" the other party showed a surprised look. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again.
God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. After a moment's hesitation, she handed me the book: "Here you are.
Don't be all hands in the future. "What? Give it to me. I can't believe my ears.
I am a young girl who once looked down on me, and I can actually say this sentence. "What ... what, give it to me, how can you do this ... what can you do?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words.
""Never mind, I have an idea. " "What about today?" "Let's watch it together.
"So we began to study hard early. After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag.
However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet. She was reading an old book early the next day.
When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning. She does all the damn work.
I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there. She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words.
She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined.
After copying, she took out the paste, glued the paper on and sewed it hard. "Jingle bells ..." When the class began, she picked up old books and listened carefully.
For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride. ★ The autumn wind blows through the treetops, and the yellow leaves are scattered. This scene reminds me of a long-lost friend.
My friend's name is Ouyang Huimin, and she has a moderate figure. She has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan, and her eyes are big and full of vitality. When I saw her short black hair, I knew she was a lively and cheerful girl. I have been with her for five years, and we are like sisters. Everything we do is discussed and never sticks to our own opinions.
Once, we made an appointment to travel on Sunday. On this day, we set out together and walked halfway. Suddenly, a foreign tourist came up with a map and pointed to a place on the map and asked us how to get there.
At this time, the bus has arrived. I urged her to get on the bus quickly, and Huimin said, "We have to help him find this place." I said, "If it takes a while to help him find it, it will delay our trip.
"She said," we are here to travel, and this tourist is also here to travel. What if we can't find a place like him and the people who ask us ignore us like us? We should be in a hurry! "I was finally persuaded by her.
So they went to find a place together and completed the voluntary tour guide in about half an hour. We continued our journey happily.
I don't know if I had a good time because I did a good thing. Later, she went abroad with her parents.
Although I am separated from her, our friendship is inseparable, and we often exchange news. Her helpfulness and eagerness are deeply impressed on my mind.
★ Xia Qinghui is my neighbor and my good buddy. One day, Xia Qinghui and I got together with some friends in the yard. It was suggested that the big neem tree behind the pigsty was covered with olives and picked as a weapon to fight a "war between officials and thieves".
Everyone responded immediately. Climbing up the tree, everyone was talking and laughing, and their pockets and trouser pockets were bulging.
Sliding down the tree, we gathered together and showed off our enough "equipment" to each other. "There are dogs!" I don't know who shouted.
I turned my head and saw a big German shepherd eyeing us "uninvited guests" not far away. It is tall, strong and shiny.
Hum! Without saying a word, what a sinister guy! Thirty-six plans to go is the best policy, and everyone happens to happen to coincide, spreading their feet and trying to escape, and wild fruits are scattered all over the floor. I was so big that I was panting at last.
The German shepherd dog is getting closer and closer, and I can almost hear the "howl" in its nose. I'm about to fall into the wolf's mouth. I'm scared out of my wits and my legs are soft. I just stopped, calmly, closed my eyes ... "Ow-ow-",and there was a cry of German shepherd's pain in my ear. Is there a real master who beat the German shepherd with his unique hidden weapons? When I opened my eyes, several stones hit the German shepherd's forehead.
Ah! It's my good friend Xia Qinghui. He shouted, "Zhao Qiang, run!" While continuing to fight with the German shepherd, I suddenly calmed down like a reassurance. "Run? That's not enough buddy loyalty! I'm not ashamed to be such an unkind and unjust villain! " Picking up the pebbles, I stood up to defend myself.
At the same time, we launched a fierce attack on German shepherd. There was a "hail of bullets". German shepherd can't stand it, and slowly, slowly retreat. Suddenly, he turned and fled into the Woods with his tail between his legs. "Ha, ha, ha ....." Our victorious laughter came from the path.
Xia Qinghui is really my "good buddy", but he is also my opponent. He is short. Compared with me, he is like a white rabbit and a vole.
He has a pair of small eyes, like two curved moons hanging upside down on both sides of his nose. As long as he laughs, his eyes become a small crack.
Poems about lectures 1. Famous aphorisms about listening carefully in class
Use books, hate less.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Teenagers don't know how to study hard, but old people regret studying late.
Read a book a hundred times and you will understand its meaning.
I never get tired of reading old books, but I don't know myself until I read them carefully.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
Reading should be like a hungry man jumping on bread.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see a hill.
I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can recite them even if I can't write them.
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
The best stimulus to study is interest in textbooks.
The future illiterates are no longer illiterate people, but people who have not learned to learn.
The method of reading is gradual, practice makes perfect and thoughtful.
Look at the mountains and the sea.
Take Wan Li Road and read thousands of books.
Welcome to adopt, I hope it will help you.
2. Famous sayings about listening carefully in class
Use books, hate less.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Teenagers don't know how to study hard, but old people regret studying late.
Read a book a hundred times and you will understand its meaning.
I never get tired of reading old books, but I don't know myself until I read them carefully.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
Reading should be like a hungry man jumping on bread.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see a hill.
I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can recite them even if I can't write them.
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
The best stimulus to study is interest in textbooks.
The future illiterates are no longer illiterate people, but people who have not learned to learn.
The method of reading is gradual, practice makes perfect and thoughtful.
Look at the mountains and the sea.
Take Wan Li Road and read thousands of books.
Welcome to adopt, I hope it will help you.
3. Ask for sentences about attending classes.
Although she doesn't like to talk, she talks like a famous speaker.
Some talk, some fight and some noise in the classroom, but she, absorbed in solving problems, seems to forget everything around her.
More than 30 pairs of eyes in the classroom are staring at the podium. The new Chinese teacher is promulgating his "syllabus", and the loud voice echoes in the classroom. ...
The teacher's voice rises and falls, like a clear spring in the mountains flowing slowly through my heart.
Everyone sat in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, quietly feeling the hard-working gardener watering like dozens of flowers.
The teacher doesn't talk much, but it carries a lot of weight. Every word between the lines gently touches the students' heartstrings.
From time to time, the teacher's lecture sound and classmates' reading sound came from the classroom, like a harmonious ensemble.
I used to digress when I was doing math problems. This time, after the teacher's patient explanation, I learned to draw inferences from others, and many problems were solved.
The students were completely absorbed by the geography teacher's lecture. With the expression on his face, they sometimes meditate, sometimes glow, sometimes nod frequently, and sometimes bow their heads and smile.
English teachers write English sentences naturally and smoothly, just like writing beautiful notes on the blackboard.
Lang Lang's reading voice flew out from all the classrooms, like a touching children's chorus, with notes all over the sky.
Painting is my hobby. Whenever I spread out the drawing paper and pick up the brush, there is always an unspeakable joy in my heart.
The students stretched out their necks like geese being picked up, and their eyes were wide open, staring at the experimental cup.
As soon as the bell rings, the campus is quiet, just like the beach at low tide is calm again.
I saw that she was absorbed in calculation, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and seemed to forget everything around her.
He writes skillfully on the blackboard with chalk, just as girls are embroidering with embroidery needles.
In English class, the teacher asked us to write words silently. I can't remember a word, so I glanced back at Wang Xiaoyan's notebook. ...
There was silence in the classroom, only the pen tip rustled on the paper, as if speaking confidences softly and quietly. Under the fluorescent lamp, the spacious reading room is crowded with dark readers, some of whom are writing at their desks, some are meditating and some are mumbling.
He stood up at a loss, looked at his classmates and teachers, and then looked down at the textbook in front of him, pointing blindly at the book with one hand and dragging a corner with the other. Flushed, it took a long time to whisper, I don't know.
Everyone smiled at his flustered expression, some students were still imitating, some students were kindly reminding what the answer was, and some students were waiting for his next embarrassing moment.
The teacher frowned, holding a book in one hand and gently pushing her eyes on the bridge of her nose in the other. He came slowly, stared at him with stern eyes and said, did you hear my question clearly?
In English class, I did it straight and my expression was serious. I looked at the blackboard so intently that I didn't even blink. Suddenly, the teacher confessed loudly, "How to write this question?" I looked at the topic and thought: Why didn't I answer the most familiar general question? The result was scolded by the teacher.
In class, although the teacher's words are wonderful, the students seem to have no interest. Some draw cartoons on the table; Some people watch basketball games outside the window; Some fell asleep at their desks; Others look upright and sit upright, but their minds are long gone.
He did it directly, and his expression was quite serious. He looked at the blackboard so intently that he didn't even blink, as if he were listening carefully and thinking about the teacher's problems. The classmate next to him stole a look at him and felt that he was really a good student. I think he must have answers to this question. But when the teacher answered and asked everyone to take notes, he still looked at the blackboard with the same expression. The students next to him have black lines all over their faces.
4. What poems describe "class"?
1. If you don't come back in your prime, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)
Tomorrow will follow tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
3. Today is today, how few today is! Not today, when! Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Write today's poem for you. Please start today. (Wen Jia's "Today's Poetry")
4. If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad. ("Long Songs")
This is the night for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Yan Zhenqing)
6. Reading is spring, and an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems of Bailudong (I)"
7. I feel like an armchair strategist and don't know how to do it. _ _ _ _ Lu You reads books on winter nights and shows them to children.
8. I don't know how to study hard early, but I regret learning late. _ _ _ _ Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning
9. This is the night for men to study. _ _ _ _ Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning
10. Wealth must come from hard work, and men must read five books. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Bai Xueshi's Cottage"
5. Ask for sentences about attending classes.
Although she doesn't like to talk, she talks like a famous speaker.
Some talk, some fight and some noise in the classroom, but she, absorbed in solving problems, seems to forget everything around her. More than 30 pairs of eyes in the classroom are staring at the podium. The new Chinese teacher is promulgating his "syllabus", and the loud voice echoes in the classroom ... The teacher's voice is high and low, as if the mountain spring is flowing slowly in my heart.
Everyone sat in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, quietly feeling the hard-working gardener watering like dozens of flowers. The teacher doesn't talk much, but it carries a lot of weight. Every word between the lines gently touches the students' heartstrings.
From time to time, the teacher's lecture sound and classmates' reading sound came from the classroom, like a harmonious ensemble. I used to digress when I was doing math problems.
This time, after the teacher's patient explanation, I learned to draw inferences from others, and many problems were solved. The students were completely absorbed by the geography teacher's lecture. With the expression on his face, they sometimes meditate, sometimes glow, sometimes nod frequently, and sometimes bow their heads and smile.
English teachers write English sentences naturally and smoothly, just like writing beautiful notes on the blackboard. Lang Lang's reading voice flew out from all the classrooms, like a touching children's chorus, with notes all over the sky.
Painting is my hobby. Whenever I spread out the drawing paper and pick up the brush, there is always an unspeakable joy in my heart. The students stretched out their necks like geese being picked up, and their eyes were wide open, staring at the experimental cup.
As soon as the bell rang, the campus was quiet, just like the beach was calm again at low tide. I saw that she was absorbed in calculation, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and seemed to forget everything around her.
He writes skillfully on the blackboard with chalk, just as girls are embroidering with embroidery needles. In English class, the teacher asked us to write words silently. I can't remember a word, so I glanced back at Wang Xiaoyan's notebook ... There was silence in the classroom, only the tip of the pen rustled on the paper, as if talking confidentially and softly.
Under the fluorescent lamp, the spacious reading room is crowded with dark readers, some of whom are writing at their desks, some are meditating and some are mumbling. He stood up at a loss, looked at his classmates and teachers, and then looked down at the textbook in front of him, pointing blindly at the book with one hand and dragging a corner with the other.
Flushed, it took a long time to whisper, I don't know. Everyone smiled at his flustered expression, some students were still imitating, some students were kindly reminding what the answer was, and some students were waiting for his next embarrassing moment.
The teacher frowned, holding a book in one hand and gently pushing her eyes on the bridge of her nose in the other. He came slowly, stared at him with stern eyes and said, did you hear my question clearly? In English class, I did it straight and my expression was serious. I looked at the blackboard so intently that I didn't even blink. Suddenly, the teacher confessed loudly, "How to write this question?" I looked at the topic and thought: Why didn't I answer the most familiar general question? The result was scolded by the teacher.
In class, although the teacher's words are wonderful, the students seem to have no interest. Some draw cartoons on the table; Some people watch basketball games outside the window; Some fell asleep at their desks; Others look upright and sit upright, but their minds are long gone.
He did it directly, and his expression was quite serious. He looked at the blackboard so intently that he didn't even blink, as if he were listening carefully and thinking about the teacher's problems. The classmate next to him stole a look at him and felt that he was really a good student. I think he must have answers to this question.
But when the teacher answered and asked everyone to take notes, he still looked at the blackboard with the same expression. The students next to him have black lines all over their faces.