1. Poems about not listening in class

Poems about not listening in class 1. Famous aphorisms about listening carefully in class

Only when you use the book can you regret it less. .

If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.

Young people don’t know how to study hard, and when you are old you will regret that you were late in studying.

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent.

I never tire of reading old books hundreds of times, and if I read them carefully and think deeply, I will know myself.

There are roads in the mountain of books, hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning, and hard work is the boat.

Read thousands of volumes and write like a master.

Reading should be like a hungry person throwing himself on bread.

I will be at the top of the mountain, encompassing all the small mountains.

I am familiar with three hundred Tang poems and can recite them even if I don’t know how to compose them.

The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying.

The best stimulus for learning is interest in the material being learned.

The illiterates of the future will no longer be people who cannot read, but people who have not learned to learn.

The method of reading is to proceed step by step, read thoroughly and think deeply.

When you look at mountains, your feelings will overflow from the mountains; when you look at the sea, your feelings will overflow from the sea.

Travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books.

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2. What are the poems that describe "class"

1. The prime years will not come back again, and it will be difficult to wake up in the morning again. . Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. (Tao Yuanming)

2. Tomorrow comes after tomorrow. There are so many tomorrows. If I live waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come, and old age will come. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")

3. Today is the same as today, how little today is! If you don’t do it today, when will this happen? It is a pity that today is not the day of a hundred years of life! If Yangu waits for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty, there will be Ming Dynasty affairs in the Ming Dynasty. I will compose today's poem for you. Please start working hard today. (Wen Jia's "Today's Poems")

4. If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. ("Long Song Xing")

5. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late. (Yan Zhenqing)

6. Reading is already late, and every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. ____Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems on White Deer Cave·Part 1"

7. After reading it on paper, I will realize that it must be done in detail. ____Lu You's "Winter Night Reading Shows Ziyu"

8. Black-haired people don't know how to study early, and white-haired people regret studying late. ____Yan Zhenqing's "Poem to Encourage Learning"

9. The lights are bright at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. ____Yan Zhenqing's "Poem to Encourage Learning"

10. Wealth must come from hard work, and a man must read five cars of books. ____Du Fu's "Bachelor's Thatched Cottage"

3. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about classmates not listening in class

★She is tall and has nothing to attract attention. , but she has a heart of gold.

She is my deskmate-Li Yan. On the second day of school this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table as her.

I didn’t care at first. How could a yellow-haired girl compare to the manly man I am? The next day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of the semester was Chinese classes. Now that the Chinese books were lost, what should I do about morning reading classes? I stood in front of my desk, dumbfounded. Staring at the blackboard blankly. At this time, my deskmate seemed to have discovered something. He stretched out his hand of friendship and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" Tell me, a tough man, shame on you! Don't say it. It's stuffy in my heart.

Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing." The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again.

Who knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here's the book for you.

Don't be careless in the future." What, give it to me. I couldn't believe my ears.

The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What...what, give it to me, what can you...what do you do?" It took me a long time to squeeze out a few words.

""It doesn't matter, I have a solution. ""Then what shall we do today?""Then let's watch together.

"So we started reading seriously. After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag.

However, after returning home, I opened it The Chinese books were neatly lying in the schoolbag. My eyes were moist when I read the book the next morning.

After class, I opened the old book and took a look. , the cover was torn, the upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I asked her to exchange it with a new book, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I found what she was copying on the table. It was strange that she had no homework in the morning.

I walked over, and she was copying two missing texts. I read a sentence on it and copied it on a white paper the size of a book. What came to my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and what appeared in front of me were lines of neat and elegant words.

Tired. She waved her arm, and then she concentrated on copying it. I was a little dissatisfied and decided to take it to copy, but she politely declined.

After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper. Then she stitched it up stitch by stitch. It was time for class, and she picked up the old book and listened carefully.

For a moment, my throat was aroused. Blocked by strong feelings, I was moved by the true love of my classmates and burst into tears of happiness and pride. ★ The autumn wind blew through the treetops and the yellow leaves drifted away. This scene reminded me of a long-lost friend.

My friend’s name is Ouyang Huimin. She is of medium height. She has a round face and big eyes full of energy. When you see her short black hair, you can tell that she is a lively and optimistic person. I have been with her for five years. We are like sisters. We always discuss everything and never stick to our own opinions.

Once, we met for a trip on Sunday. , we set off together, and halfway through, suddenly a foreign tourist came over with a map, pointed to a place on the map, and asked us how to get there.

By this time, the bus had already arrived. When we arrived, I urged her to get in the car quickly, but Huimin said, "We should help him find this place." "I said: "If we help him find it, it will take a while, and it will delay our trip.

"She said: "We are traveling, and this tourist is also traveling. What if we can't find the place like him, and the people who ask are just like us and ignore it, then what should we do? "I was finally convinced by her.

So we went to find the place together, and the tour guide completed our duties in about half an hour. We happily continued our trip.

I don’t know if it was because she did something good, but she was very happy to play. Later, she went abroad with her parents.

Although she and I were separated, our friendship was inseparable. We often exchange information. Her helpfulness and eagerness to help others have always been deeply imprinted in my mind.

★Xia Qinghui is my neighbor and my good "buddy". . One day, Xia Qinghui, I and a few friends in the yard got together, and someone suggested that the big neem tree behind the pig pen was full of green fruits, and we should pick them as weapons for a "war between officials and thieves".

Everyone responded immediately. We climbed up the tree, everyone was talking and laughing, and our pockets and trouser pockets were full.

We climbed down the tree and gathered around to show off our stuff to each other. Plenty of “gear” “There are dogs! "I don't know who screamed.

I turned around and saw, not far away, a big wolf dog staring at us "uninvited guests".

It is tall and strong, with shiny black hair.

Humph! He kept silent, what an insidious guy! Thirty-six Stratagems were the best, and everyone unanimously ran away as fast as they could. The wild fruits were scattered all over the ground. I was a big guy and landed at the end, panting.

The wolf dog is getting closer and closer, and I can almost hear the "whoosh" breath coming from its nose. Seeing that I was about to fall into the "wolf's mouth", I was so scared that my legs went weak and I simply stopped. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes closed... "Ouch - Ouch -", the painful cry of the wolf dog came to my ears. , Could it be that some outsider master used some unique hidden weapon to hit the wolf dog? I opened my eyes and saw a few stones hitting the wolfdog in the head.

Ah! It’s my good buddy Xia Qinghui. He shouted: "Zhao Qiang, run away!" while continuing to fight with the wolf dog. It was like taking a reassurance, and I calmed down suddenly, "Run? That is not enough for a brother! That kind of unkind and unjust villain , I am not ashamed to do it!" Picking up the small stones, I stood up to defend myself.

We both launched a fierce attack on the wolf dog at the same time. There was a "rain of bullets". The wolf dog couldn't resist it. Slowly, it retreated slowly. Suddenly, it turned around and fled into the forest with its tail between its legs. "Hahaha..." Our victorious laughter rang out on the path.

Xia Qinghui is really my "good buddy", but he is also my secret rival. ★He is very short. Compared with me, he is like a little white rabbit and a little field mouse.

He has a pair of small eyes, like two crescent moons hanging upside down on both sides of his nose. Whenever he smiles, his eyes turn into small slits.