Our school has a beautiful campus. If you don't believe me, just listen to me!
As soon as I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was two small bowl-shaped flower beds on the left and right sides of the school gate. It is full of bright flowers and gives off a burst of charming fragrance. There are two bright street lamps beside the flower bed. They are like a pair of loyal guards guarding the campus, staying there day and night, guarding our school. Further on, you will see a big "S"-shaped corridor, which is full of overlapping wisteria, and it is full-time to keep out the sun for us. In spring, the flowers of wisteria quietly open unconsciously, adding a vibrant vitality to spring. Whenever there is a break, the students go to the seaside promenade to play. Next to the promenade, there is a boulder engraved with the four characters of "generosity" written by the founder of our experimental primary school, which teaches us to have noble moral character from childhood and to take on heavy responsibilities when we grow up.
Now look to the right, that is a branch of our school, the education building of Jiashan mentally handicapped school. Some mentally retarded students can also study happily on campus. In front of the mentally handicapped school is a big flower bed with many osmanthus trees, magnolia trees and lush bushes. Magnolia is in full bloom in spring, osmanthus is fragrant in autumn, and shrubs are evergreen all the year round.
We are in the hall now, and the eight striking characters of "unity, cooperation, pragmatism and innovation" are hung high in front of the hall. There are lanterns carefully made by students during the Lantern Festival in the hall. Look for it, look at the lantern I made and hung on it! On the left wall of the hall, there are profiles and photos of all the teachers. In the east, there is a teachers' canteen. On the upper floor of the hall, there is a teacher's office. In front is the teaching building and special classroom, where students learn all kinds of knowledge every day. Further on, a small garden suddenly appeared, where the magnolia is fragrant, the pine trees are tall and straight, and the pomegranate branches are full of fruits. The most beautiful magnolia in this season, look, some are in full bloom, one after another like a smiling little girl, so brilliant; Some are in bud and will bloom anytime and anywhere; Some are still full of flowers and skinny, like shy little girls, unwilling to lift their snow-white veil. When the magnolia flowers are all in full bloom, walking around the campus, the fragrance is refreshing, making people reluctant to leave for a long time! Do you know that?/You know what? Why are there so many magnolias on our campus? Because Magnolia is our school flower!
In front of the small garden is a stepped classroom and a stormy playground. Whenever it rains, our physical education class is spent on the stormy playground. Ok, now, we come to the big playground. In the middle of the big playground is an oval lawn, which is our football field and of course the place where students roll on it after class. The red runway surrounds the green football field, forming a sharp contrast. On the west side of the playground is the commander's desk where the five-star red flag rises every morning. Around the big playground, there are tall and straight camphor trees, and the branches and leaves of camphor trees, which are evergreen all the year round, grow luxuriantly, sheltering us from the wind in winter and shading us in summer, and paying silently. To the southwest of the playground is a "concentration camp" for fitness equipment, including spacewalkers, ladders, horizontal bars and parallel bars. These devices attract students deeply and are the best places for us to exercise.
How's it going? Is our school big enough and beautiful enough? I believe you all want to enjoy it? You are always welcome to visit us!
Our school is located in a new school on the right side of Huancheng Road in Gaolan County. There is a story about this school. The municipal government intends to build an entertainment plaza in the new campus, but our old school was changed into a school because of poor facilities. We will never forget the day when we moved to the new school.
All classes organized students to wait in the classroom before nine o'clock that day. The faces of day students show the joy of moving into a new environment, while our boarding students are waiting for their parents with a sad face. First of all, the students of Class One, led by the head teacher and classroom teacher, lined up for the new school. And our hearts have been hanging, afraid that our parents didn't come before we left, afraid that our parents would come but couldn't find us after we left. At this time, Class Three has started to go further, and my heart is very confused. Just then, I found a figure rushing into the school at the school gate. I saw from a distance that it was my mother. I rushed over and pulled my mother into the dormitory. I don't know what to do. I had to ask my mother to wait for me in the dormitory, so I went back to the classroom and set off for the new school with everyone.
When we came to the new school, all the classes were waiting on campus, and the last class finally arrived. The high-decibel loudspeaker is the principal's statement on the construction of the new campus. We are all waiting for the seniors to dissolve, so that we can experience the different atmosphere of the new campus. After more than an hour, we finally arrived. We swam impatiently to the teaching building, full of joy and happiness, but forgot that my mother was still waiting in the old school. Near noon, the life teacher asked us boarders to bring daily necessities. This time, I remembered that my mother was still in the dormitory, and I ran to the old school without looking at the new school.
When I held the dormitory door to catch my breath, I found that my mother was gone. I'm really worried. This is the county seat. My mother is from the countryside and is not familiar with this place. what can I do? I stumbled to the school gate. As soon as I got to the school gate, I saw my mother coming with something. I ran to see my mother. Originally, my mother saw that our dormitory was too dirty, so she went out and bought a broom and a bag of stuffing for me to eat. I cried with my mother in my arms, not only for a broom and a bag of stuffed skin, but also because my mother knew that many teachers would wear fashionable clothes when they moved today, so that students could change into clothes that they didn't usually wear. My mother is afraid of losing face for me and being bullied and belittled at school. So my mother hid in the dormitory until someone left before coming out to buy something for me.
Father loves mountains, and I believe maternal love is greater than mountains. I will never forget this day. On the first day of this new school, a mother who only moved a bed for her son but was afraid of humiliating her son shed tears on this day, and I will not cry for today's tears in vain. I will repay my parents with the best results!
Thirdly, I remember the appearance of falling leaves two years ago-inscription.
On the avenue, walking in the campus, I looked up at the leaves on the branches, and the tips of the leaves had turned yellow. Listening to the rain rustling in my ear, getting denser and louder. But I have no intention of holding an umbrella and letting it hit me, longing for it to make a sound. Because I know the symphony has reached its climax. Nervous notes are constantly being struck, jumping on the leaves on the ground, on my body and in my heart. It turns out that I have always been part of this symphony, which makes me very excited. No matter how wet your clothes are, you must wander in this symphony.
Walking on the boulevard of campus, just like stepping into middle school two years ago, sublimated with the autumn rain. Now I hear the symphony struck by the rain, but my mood is no longer so light. This passionate symphony tells me to appreciate the scenery on campus more, because in the next year, when I set foot on the same avenue again, I will only rush by. In this autumn rain, I was pushed into another door. It leads to a new stage, and the passionate symphony reminds me that I must speed up my steps and rush ahead. This autumn rain symphony really reached its climax, but can the previous notes continue to be passionate? Autumn wind does not speak, autumn rain does not speak, and continues to rustle on the leaves.
I see, it's not that there is no answer, but that my question is not appropriate enough. The notes of the future, autumn wind doesn't know, nor does autumn rain. Because I am not just a note of this symphony, but the whole movement. How the notes in front depend on my front. It turns out that this symphony is only for me and only for me. I hold it, I keep it. I want to listen to the stimulation of music, but I don't want this magnificent climax to come to an abrupt end, so I pushed myself into another door instead of being forced by the autumn rain. After this door, I have a new inspiration and know how to compose this movement, so that the climax will always be passionate.
I compose music, conduct in performances, and play in performances. It seems that I can hear it in advance, and the music is still loud.
Third grade campus composition 4. The stream flows pure, without the torrent in summer and the cold in winter.
The grass swings quietly, without the vitality of summer and the cold of winter;
The leaves are slowly fluttering, without the splendor of summer and the yellow of winter. ...
Nature began to change quietly, and the breeze blew on my face with the smell of harvest.
The landscape of the campus has also changed. The red flowers and green grass are no longer bright, the leaves gradually lose moisture and fall to the ground. The once blooming osmanthus and those unknown flowers have withered, leaving a faint fragrance on the ground.
The most beautiful is the backstreet, where two rows of unknown trees are full of yellow flowers. With the slight cold wind falling, a big stage of flowers is formed, and many small flowers are flying in the air waiting to land. There are many morning glories growing outside the sparse iron fence, pink, yellow, blue and purple, some are ordinary and some are particularly beautiful.
What I admire most is that flowers can grow freely and happily; As a spectator, I am just pitifully imprisoned in the iron fence, looking forward to going home, picking a morning glory with my own hands and running freely with a smile like a flower. ...
Autumn on campus is beautiful and colorful, giving people inner warmth and comfort. And this autumn has some sadness, unique sadness!
A gust of wind blows, a flower falls and a tear flows.
Campus, a beautiful word.
When it rains, there are big and small, and the water babies on the ground are one after another. I walked inside with a beautiful seven-color umbrella. Bang, splash, time stopped. Just then, I looked down and saw that I was in Shui Ying, holding a seven-color umbrella. My heart is shining, my face can't hide my inner joy, and my mouth slightly rises. I like the color shadow I saw at that moment. It is beautiful and happy. Right in front of the teaching building.
It is still raining. Look at the ripples on the puddle. Too dense. Bang, bang, bang. It is my footsteps. When the water splashed, I felt very sunny and happy.
Holding a hot cup, warm and tiny raindrops in your hand drop on your clothes. When I returned to the classroom, I saw the patterns on the sleeves arranged neatly, as if dancing on my clothes. Lovely raindrops, let me touch you with clear spots. At that moment, I was full of love, bright smile and full of love for you as a dancer. I can't bear to let you go. Stay a little longer! That color is photocopied in my heart and printed on the campus path. The red smile hides pink bubbles in my heart!
It is still raining. Look at flowers, leaves and fish ponds. It is so clingy, tick-tock, naughty rain drops in every corner, which won't bother you, but will only bring you surprises.
Walking in the small garden, I saw a harmonious and lovely long axis under the slightly drizzling scenery. You see, this raindrop sticks to the leaves and doesn't want to slip, and the leaves don't feel heavy. On the contrary, he accepted it happily and let him decorate himself more brightly and beautifully. You see, small raindrops inserted in the coat of flowers are harmless. They make flowers replenish water, become beautiful, make flowers more colorful and make grass more beautiful. The frothy goldfish exposed their heads, flowers and grass. Ye Er gathered in this beautiful painting in her coat full of gems, leaving me with this beautiful colorful shadow, which was printed in the beautiful small garden and in my heart.
Campus is the secret garden in my heart. Here, I not only study and learn knowledge, but also leave colorful shadows in my heart.
There are colored shadows in my campus. Let me share these beautiful pictures with you!
I am a junior three student, and I like to play. I always laugh and stare blankly in class, but who knows that learning doesn't have to sit there and learn honestly! If you are interested in class, if you are not interested in sitting, you should sit. It is better to study happily.
I like my school life. Although talking, I am still very happy. I felt a lot of happiness and happiness there, and I felt its happiness.
Physical education examination is a compulsory course in grade three. Although it is actually physical exercise, it is inevitable that there will be some bumps in the training. I remember this training is called falling disability. Long jump is very interesting. The PE teacher said that if you can't jump far, you can jump in big strides. The PE teacher's words really hurt me. As long as I jump, I will fall. alas
It's time for big recess training in the afternoon. What bad luck this time! No matter whether I walk or stand, I will fall on my knees, but my wrestling is still rewarding. Everyone will help me when I fall. At that moment, my heart was warm, and I talked about how sad I was before. The bad things will pass. I like my school very much.
Once upon a time, I tried to draw a picture for my "friend". The picture is beautiful. The cold words of "friends" froze the picture at that moment. I use dark blue, I use light, and outline the warm artistic conception after reduction. I filled it with darkness and dazzling white, even if the tears were "hand-painted" without artistic conception. Although very sad, but still very happy.
School life is sometimes beautiful and sometimes bleak, but in my eyes, no matter what happens at school, I will face it calmly and it is beautiful. I will never forget my wonderful campus life. I love your school.
Grade three: happiness, my happiness.
The first mid-term exam in grade three has just passed. Looking back silently, I find how many days and nights can no longer be redeemed. Before I could count the messy footprints behind me, the end of the year came again, and the new year waved to me again-the bell in November has rung! Hey! ! ! Time flies, the sun and the moon flies. It has been two months since I entered the third grade!
I still remember when I first entered the third grade, the teacher said to us earnestly:' I'd rather lose a few pounds this year.
You can't regret it next June! The headmaster also slowed down (sent) to our class. My parents are even more nervous than us. Under the pressure of layers, we are nervous when we are not nervous!
By the third day, we were somewhat excited and happy about this word, and there were some confusions and fears. On the third day, there were no flowers and birds; There is no singing and laughing in the third grade; There is no play and games in grade three. Grade three is just a monotonous activity at home and school! If you want to use color to describe the difference between grade three and childhood, then childhood is colorful and grade three is black and white!
The third day is coming, should all the' interference' go away quietly? Should I drown in the sea of practice and exams?
By the third grade, we will be much more mature and sensible. You made me feel proud and heavy in the third grade, and you made me suddenly enlightened-I understood the importance of learning. My feelings for you are very complicated: thank you or complain! I firmly choose' thank you'.
On the third day, your arrival seemed to tell me that the boat of fate had appeared, and the drums had started in June, sounding the assembly number of the final sprint!
Come on! Take action now and fight for a better tomorrow for you!
Comments: In the face of various invisible pressures in the third grade, the author did not complain, but chose to "blow the assembly number of the final sprint"! The author has such a mentality that learning is the most valuable and pressure is also the driving force. I believe you can get good grades.
It was a Chinese class two years ago.
"The teacher will stop here in this class and see what other questions the students are not clear about?" A wonderful Chinese class ended five minutes before the bell rang. As usual, Mr. Wang used these five minutes to answer students' questions freely. "Teacher," a classmate with average academic performance-A raised his right hand. Now I can't remember what question he asked at that time. I feel that this question is unique and related to the text just finished, so the students are staring at the teacher, waiting for him to give us an answer. However, in the face of A's question, Mr. Wang does not seem to be relaxed. He lowered his head and frowned and thought.
Jingle, the bell is ringing. Teacher Wang looked up at us and finally spit out a few words: "I don't know this."
The whole class was immediately shocked. He is the best teacher in the class and all the students admire him. In this case, even if he casually perfunctory words, we will certainly not doubt that he will not have such a humiliating scene.
There was silence in the classroom. Miss Wang blushed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, classmate. I'll go back and check again and give you an answer tomorrow. " A also stood up with a red face and said awkwardly, "teacher, I asked blindly." I don't know if there is any problem with this problem itself. " Teacher Wang smiled and then said seriously, "No, you did very well. This problem is really something I should have noticed but didn't notice. Don't lie to take care of the teacher's face. Face is not important. It is important that you learn accurate knowledge. Therefore, as a teacher, we must be honest. Class is over! "
The students watched Mr. Wang leave the classroom with envy. Teacher Wang deserves our love, because in this unforgettable lesson, we not only learned knowledge, but also learned how to be a man.