There are many firsts in life: the first time to wash clothes, the first time to cook, the first time to brush your teeth, the first time to ride a bicycle, the first time to dress yourself, the first time to give a speech... ...But as time goes by, I have forgotten it, but the moment when I was praised in public by the teacher for the first time is deeply imprinted in my memory.
That day was the day I just entered fifth grade, and I became a fifth-grade primary school student. When I took the first composition class, my composition became an outstanding composition with wonderful and bold imaginative content. When the teacher read it to the whole class, my young heart was filled with pride and pride.
I clearly remember that the title of that essay was "The Earth of the Future". I boldly imagined what the future Earth would look like and the development of human technology. The teacher’s comments on my composition were: rich in content, bold in imagination, and hardworking. When I took it as a text, the teacher told me that my composition was very good. It not only had bold imaginative content, but also had an innovative spirit. It was considered an excellent composition. After listening to the teacher's evaluation of my composition, I fell in love with writing compositions. When writing a composition, I feel as if it is the moment for me to show off my skills; when writing a composition, I feel extremely happy; when writing a composition, I seem to have entered a world I am familiar with.
I will always remember who made me enter the world of composition, who made me like reading extracurricular books, and who made me increase my confidence in composition, that is our class teacher ——Teacher Li.
What a wonderful first time! That time made me really happy, proud and proud. That time is really unforgettable for me. I want to thank my teacher, thank you - teacher!
Last semester, in order to commemorate the "December 9th Movement", the school held a cultural performance in the afternoon. The program of the art performance was rich and colorful, with beautiful dances and melodious songs, but the most unforgettable thing for me was the electronic piano solo I performed on behalf of our class.
It was almost time for me to perform, so I came to the stage and got ready. My classmates also kept encouraging me, and I secretly made up my mind to win glory for the class. Unconsciously, the chorus of class (1) has ended, and it is our class's turn. "Now please enjoy the electronic piano solo "Spanish Bullfight" from Class 6 (2)." The host's silver bell-like voice came to my ears. I confidently walked to the center of the stage with brisk steps, smiled and bowed to everyone, and then neatly returned to the electronic keyboard. I thought about the encouragement from my father, mother, teachers and classmates before the performance, and I felt calmer. I sat upright, adjusted the tone and rhythm, and then started playing with all my concentration. The first few lines are the most passionate part of the whole song. My hands danced rapidly on the snow-white keys, and my head nodded involuntarily. The sound of the piano was light and crisp, and I seemed to see the bustling and ancient streets of Spain. A fierce bullfight is going on. The brave matadors were shaking red silk with their hands, fighting with the bull in front of me... I was intoxicated in this warm artistic conception, forgetting that I was on the stage, forgetting that I was playing for everyone, as if I was a A majestic bullfighter wearing a cape.
When the music reached the beautiful part, the cow was exhausted. The bullfighter walked around the bull proudly, watching its every move... The song gradually reached its climax. Suddenly, the bull rushed towards the bullfighter like crazy. At this critical moment, The bullfighter waved the red silk cloth and ducked, but the bull was in vain. It was a God-given opportunity. The matador plunged his sword into the bull's back as hard as he could. Ah, victory! The crowd cheered until their throats were broken and their palms were numb from clapping, but they still could not express their excitement...
The music was played, but everyone was still immersed in the warm atmosphere. I took a closer look and saw that the classmates in the audience were smiling and looking at me with pairs of eyes, as if to say: "You are awesome!" I succeeded, and I walked off the stage happily.
In the end, although our class won second place, I was still very happy. no pain no gain. This is what I earned with my hard work and sweat. The road of art is still long, and higher goals are still ahead, and I have to work harder to pursue them.
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When I was a child, I was an introverted, timid and timid child. My academic performance was not very good but not very bad either. I did not like to participate in class activities. But I don't want to cause trouble for the class cadres, so that I can't be found among the good students, and my name is not found among the bad students. I have no friends, and I don’t like to play with everyone. Most of the time, I either read novels or stare at the glass in the window in a daze. In the world of teachers and classmates, I am a dispensable person. I used my superficial indifference to cover up my inner inferiority.
In the first semester of the second grade of junior high school, a new Chinese teacher named Xie came to the class. He was very ugly, wore glasses with the bottom of a wine bottle, spoke in a loud voice, and was not attractive at all. People like it.
In a composition class two months later, after she had almost exhausted all her gorgeous words to praise a composition, she suddenly shouted my name and asked me to go to the podium to get my composition. I read it to my classmates. At that time, it was absolutely a great honor for a student's composition to be used as a model essay by the teacher. In the envious eyes of my classmates, my face swelled up like a piece of red cloth that had just been dyed, and in my mind There was a blank. I don’t know what happened next. I only remember that time when I heard my own applause for the first time in fourteen years of my life, and that accidental honor became the most original motivation in my life.
Sixteen years later, I have become a well-known local writer. On May Day, I went back to my hometown to visit my father. I happened to meet Teacher Xie in the small county town in my hometown. She has retired. , I stood in front of her and called Teacher Xie several times, telling her that I was a student in Class 46 of the County No. 2 Middle School where she taught. She just shook her head, obviously she no longer remembered me.
I pulled her into the nearby cafe and told her that her words "Cinnabar, come and take your composition to read to the classmates" sixteen years ago changed my life. I also told her She, that article was put together by me at 2 o'clock in the morning after reading "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" all night.
“Oh, I remembered, it was the article about my hometown, right? If I remember correctly, the first paragraph was copied from "Joseph of Arimathea" by the Lebanese poet Gibran Sentence: I love my hometown, the spring of its singing, its summer of joy, its autumn of passion..."
I was shocked, it turned out that Teacher Xie knew about me from the beginning The article was plagiarized. Instead of exposing me, she gave me the honor that I was most proud of at the time. If she had given me sarcasm instead of encouragement, I think my life would have been different today. A life.
“The primary stage of composition is imitation. You know where to copy, and you know which paragraph to copy is more in line with the central idea you want to express. This is already a great achievement among your peers. . I have always believed that a good teacher is actually a good farmer. All he has to do is believe that every seed can grow into a towering tree, and work hard to find the most suitable soil for them to grow..."
"I believe that every seed can grow into a towering tree, and strive to find the most suitable soil for them to grow..." I chewed on this sentence, and at that moment, I suddenly hoped that all people, Especially since all the teachers can hear this.
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Everyone’s growth is inseparable from encouragement, a trusting look, a few sincere words... In the process of my growth, I have received There were many such encouragements, among which the most unforgettable encouragement for me was that time - I used to be a little girl who was very careless in studying. With this idea, I still remember that time, we were going to hold a Chinese language test. (One week later) I always thought that my Chinese language skills were pretty good, and there was no need to review which unit or lesson, so I I didn't care at all. Seeing that others were so serious about reviewing Chinese language books every day, I just pretended not to see it and didn't take the review seriously. Time flew by, and the week passed quickly. On the day of the exam, I was very confident. The exam papers were handed out one after another. I looked at the previous questions casually, "Such a simple basic question, it turns out I don't know how to do it." Just review it and you will be able to do it." I started to do it meticulously, and at the end, Cheng Yaojin suddenly came out, "Ah! Why are the reading questions so difficult?" I was uneasy. Thinking about it, the exam time passed quickly and it was time to collect the papers. I still couldn't think of anything, so I handed the roll to the teacher and returned to my seat frustrated. The test results came out, and I didn’t do well in the test, so I felt depressed and realized that I was wrong. I didn’t review well, so I did very poorly in the test. (My heart felt like a stone was weighing on me.) I couldn’t calm down for a long time. , the teacher also asked parents to sign, "It's over." I felt even more uneasy. What should I tell my mother when I get home? When I got home, the stone in my heart became even heavier. I was downcast. When my mother saw me like this, maybe it meant something had happened. She asked me in a sweet voice: "What's wrong? What happened today?" Are you in a bad mood? Or..." I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes: "Mom, I..." "If you have anything, just tell your mother, don't keep it to yourself. In the heart.
"We took the exam, I passed it..." When I said this, I wanted to dig a crack in the ground and crawl in, "Isn't it good?" It's okay! Mom won’t care. Just because you failed in one exam doesn’t mean you won’t do well in future exams! Work harder in the future, think about the reasons why you failed in the exam this time, make corrections, and you will definitely do well in the exam next time! "My mother smiled and said to me that I cried again, thinking: I did not do well in the exam this time. Instead of criticizing me severely or blaming me, my mother smiled and talked to me. I was stunned... ...In the days that followed, I changed and became more sensible and serious than before. It was all because of the extraordinary encouragement my mother gave me that time that I became like this. That encouragement became like A big tree will always take root in my mind and I will never forget it. All three essays are good, I hope you will adopt them