In the last class before graduation, the 600-word composition flew by and the white horse flashed by. The 20xx college entrance examination arrived as scheduled, and it has been xx years since my college entrance examination. The scorching sun and mottled light and shadow seemed to drag me into the last sprint time in Kuanzhai Lane's school.
Graduation from high school means that everyone will choose the right time valve for the opening of life direction, and the pure academic career is coming to an end. In the classroom, the process of reading, standing up and saluting in the morning will gradually drift away. It is the mileage of youth and ignorance, and it is also the simplest etiquette of poetry and calligraphy. The desk blackboard corridor will record the last lesson that everyone here is going through, whether it is a classmate or a teacher.
I remember that in the hot summer of xx, xx was still hidden in Kuanzhai Lane, the old imperial city of xx, one week before the college entrance examination. Students are no longer as busy reviewing the rhythm as before, and even wander around the school in twos and threes to see if they can pick up the bricks left by the old imperial city and leave some thoughts for their high school career here.
I still remember having lunch in the school cafeteria. After the final exam mobilization class, everyone went home to make final preparations for the final exam. The atmosphere in the classroom is very relaxed. Even my deskmate and I are still discussing whether there is too much sugar in the shredded red pepper in the school cafeteria at noon. When the head teacher walked into the classroom, he stepped onto the podium and shouted, as always: Class! Then there is the trio of "Stand up and salute the teacher" by the students on duty. After the last class, the head teacher turned around and wrote four big characters "forward" on the blackboard with chalk. Sincere information and feelings are not displayed here. Everyone tacitly took out their prepared notebooks and began to leave messages and sign each other, saying a few words and drawing a few strokes on the paper.
The last lesson of life, there is no explanation of exercises and the majestic atmosphere of nervous preparation. Three years of classmates, simple getting along day and night, and a small life between desks and campus have already condensed this class into a meridian. "Gathering is a fire, and scattering is all over the sky. Don't be full of peaches and plums, just ask everyone to be blessed. " The last sentence of the head teacher is still engraved in my mind. Twenty years have passed. At that time, the mood of the class teacher could have been understood. I also hope that when the college entrance examination is held every year, students will volunteer to see the world!
The composition bell rang in the last class before graduation, but this time, instead of slapping into the classroom as usual, the students felt that something sad had happened and walked slowly into the classroom without saying a word. Students, today is the last lesson I will give you. The teacher said, read and review. I'll look at you again. When you graduate, I will still remember you. In the past, there were always classmates gossiping in class, but this time no one gossiping. Everyone was concentrating on reviewing, preparing for a good grade in the senior high school entrance examination and getting into a famous university. Teachers don't just stay there. The teacher looked at the students' faces carefully one by one. When they graduate, they still remember their faces.
Before graduation, there are always kind students who turn off the tap water of the water dispenser; Time cannot be locked. You want to lock him up and keep him here, but you just can't stop. Time waits for no one, so you are afraid of what you are afraid of. Finally, the last thing students want to hear is that the bell rings. In the past, the students thought that ringing the bell was enough to go out to play, but this time they felt that they should not ring the bell because they had to review for a while. No, they want to keep their beloved teachers and classmates.
The teacher finally spoke: it's time to get the graduation photo. However, some students were still sitting in front of their desks to review, until the teacher repeatedly urged them to drag them out. There are always students who have a lot of troubles when they come here, such as tying their shoelaces and going to the toilet. In fact, they all want to keep their teachers and classmates. Don't take pictures of graduation photo too early and then leave separately. They also want to commemorate that parting moment. But the photographer pressed the shutter at that moment. Since then, the graduation photo has been preserved by the students. The college entrance examination is coming, and the students follow the teacher's advice and prepare themselves psychologically.
The college entrance examination list came out, and all the students did well in the exam. They all went to see the teacher with their own gifts. Thank you for your guidance, which made us get high marks. Teacher, thank you for your education these years. You have worked hard. The teacher was very moved and said, "You're welcome, students. This is what I should do. Congratulations on your high score. " .
After leaving their teachers' home, they returned to their classrooms and found that the handwritten newspaper on the wall had faded and the books lent to students had already been taken away. The classroom is empty and no one is there. After leaving, a group of students on duty cleaned there just to create a good learning environment for freshmen and let them study comfortably in the classroom.
The last class before graduation Composition 600 words 3 In the last class before graduation, the class teacher watched the students study by themselves as usual. At this moment, there seems to be a thousand words to say goodbye, but he only said: "You read again, and I will come to see you again." Ordinary words can't cover up his inner feelings and deep love, and he needs to understand it with his heart to better understand it.
Everyone's youth has a strict class teacher. When you joke with your classmate in class, he always appears outside the window; He ruthlessly confiscated the lipstick and comic books you brought into the class; He always talks earnestly about the truth that makes your ears cocoon; He pointed to the red cross on your paper and tortured your soul: "Did I ask this question?" His face is always straight, and he is the most difficult person for you to please. But under the stern appearance, there is a loving heart. This kind of love can only be felt with your heart. Every ignorant teenager has struggled with his teacher. We all have teachers' nicknames; Imitate the teacher's accent, shh; The teacher whispered back when he spoke; When the news came that the head teacher was going on a business trip, he struck the table with excitement. There are contradictions and opposites between teaching and learning, and teachers will forgive us for these naughty behaviors.
But in recent years, there have been some distressing phenomena in society. Some people yell at teachers in the WeChat group because their children's test scores are not good; Someone took someone to beat the class teacher who just got off work in the middle of the night, because the mobile phone was confiscated; Someone went to the Education Bureau to accuse the teacher of insulting the children because the teacher was very critical. Many teachers lament that they don't want to take care of it, but they don't dare to take care of it at all. Since ancient times, strict teachers have made excellent students. I advise students and parents all over the world not to misread the teacher's love with secular eyes, and not to hurt your heart because you don't understand it. A person's understanding of the teacher determines his perspective. My parents often tell me that when you leave campus, you will understand that strictness is the truest love. As an adult, you will find that "boss" and "old class" are very different. When you fail the stage examination, the boss will say, "If you don't do well, you don't have to come to work." And the old class will say, "now you know you haven't worked hard, right?" Never mind, the teacher believes that you will do well in the next exam! " The teacher is the one who always forgives you, encourages you, and most hopes that you will surpass him. The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and countless successful people will mention the teacher's hard cultivation and strict requirements in their speeches. Perhaps by this time, many people can understand the teacher's love more deeply and realize its purity and massiness.
"On Teachers" said: "Teachers, therefore, are taught by the profession to solve doubts." Teachers should not only impart knowledge and answer questions, but also water the flowers with love. To cultivate a tree, it is necessary to prune the branches slanting from the side, let alone educate a person. I hope all the students in the world can understand the teacher's strictness and read the teacher's silent love and selfless heart as soon as possible.
In the last class before graduation, the composition was 600 words, with four words "Ding Ling Ling". The bell rang happily and the students were called back to their seats. Several students sitting at the door looked around and stared at the movement in the corridor. Many people are writing at their desks and filling in the records of popular graduates. A pair of deskmates are also flushed because of a ruler.
The teacher came in with a big cardboard box in his hand. She stacked the things in the cardboard boxes neatly on the table. There are 58 brand-new books in front of us, like a wall. The teacher looked at us silently for a long time and said, "Tomorrow is the graduation exam. This is your last Chinese class in six years. I gave everyone a book with my message in it. "
Hearing this sentence, the yawning classmate rubbed his eyes and cheered at once. There was a sound of chairs scratching the floor, and everyone pulled their chairs forward to get closer to the teacher. The teacher opened a book and looked at the words in it. His eyes were red and some students began to sob. The deskmate whispered, "Don't cry, be strong." But I couldn't help it, and tears fell from my eyes. I sat there, thinking about my teacher's kindness to me, my classmates' concern for me, and my campus together for six years. A lot of things haven't been done yet, but time doesn't allow, so I can't help crying.
In the vague tears, I saw little X climb onto the platform. She is the strongest girl in our class. I haven't seen her cry for six years. We secretly call her a "cold-blooded animal". The teacher touched her face, blushed, and said softly, "Learn to laugh often. People laugh most beautifully." Little X smiled brightly and gave the teacher a big hug. But at the moment when she turned and walked off the platform, I clearly saw that a drop of crystal slipped across her face, followed by two or three drops, forming a small ditch. She used to try to keep calm, but for the tears on her face, no one would believe that she had cried.
I turned my head and saw a white paper towel handed to me. The deskmate smiled and said, "dry your tears and go up to get the book!" " "At this moment, I heard the teacher calling my name. The teacher put his hand on my shoulder, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "We will be separated soon. Go to junior high school and continue to work hard! "It suddenly occurred to me that two years ago, it was the same weather, and the teacher faced me like this. That day, she taught me to open my mouth. I managed to squeeze out a smile, but I was hugged by the teacher. I kissed her cheek gently, and more tears poured out.
Naughty bag xx also cried, and the teacher took his hand and choked and said, "Middle school can't play all day. You can learn well by reading more books during holidays. The teacher believes you. " Xx's face was deformed by crying, and his eyes were swollen as big as goldfish.
Little X, who has always hated the teacher, bowed respectfully to the teacher, which was quite unexpected. In a flash, the whole class burst into thunderous applause. The teacher patted him on the shoulder and whispered a few words. Little X nodded and walked off the platform under the teacher's gaze.
The students said goodbye to each other, and the class was shrouded in sadness. Students who are still arguing before class hug each other and cry. My deskmate reached out and pulled my hands together. It's tight, and my hand hurts. I just hope we will never be apart. Many students leave their seats to hug their friends. A group of boys who laughed at us for not being strong enough cried even harder. A large piece of clothes is wet, xx faces are put together, and xx hands are pulled together. This is really a different kind of scenery.
Ding, the damn bell rings endlessly. The head teacher came into the classroom and explained the exam items in a hurry. Don't forget to say when you leave, "the sixth grade teacher has a meeting. We must go. " The teacher wiped the tears on her face, glanced at her classmates with nostalgia and walked out of the classroom. In the long corridor, the teacher's figure disappeared at the corner in the blink of an eye, but it could not take away our disappointment and sadness.