Ah! I finally finished learning Unit 6 of Chinese, and I felt relaxed all over. However, the tense exam is about to begin again. After school in the afternoon, Mr. Chen asked us to go home and review the content of this unit carefully to prepare for tomorrow's Chinese exam. After hearing the news, the students all sighed: "How to take the exam again! It seems that I can't play at home today. " I don't care. "What's the big deal about the exam? Wait and see! I am a genius, and I will definitely get the first place if I don't review my book! " Looking at my nervous classmates, I secretly laughed at them.
When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag as usual and couldn't wait to sit at my computer desk and play the game Delta Force. I got carried away with excitement. I can't bear to turn off the computer until my mother urges me to eat again and again.
After dinner, I hurried through my math homework, watched TV for a while, and went to bed. I have completely forgotten the Chinese exam.
The next day, the time for the exam finally arrived. In the classroom, many students scrambled to turn over a few pages a few minutes before the exam, and some students picked up "weapons" to get through. There is a lot of noise in the classroom, such as tearing paper, throwing books and sharpening pencils. After a while, Mr. Chen walked into the classroom with a serious face. The classroom was immediately quiet, and the students were waiting to hand out the test papers. As soon as the exam bell rang, the students began to answer questions nervously. The classroom is very quiet, only the rustling sound of writing is heard, and occasionally there is a slight cough or two.
In the examination room, I was sweating with anxiety. Why can't I answer so many questions? It turns out that I can't remember how to write those familiar new words. The first page is barely ok, but the second page is not. All the problems have become "obstacles" in front of me, and I can't think through them. I looked around and my classmates were busy writing. Their faces are full of confidence, and some students have finished their answers. I really regret ... seeing that the exam time is coming to an end, I have to scribble on the paper and give it to the teacher.
After the exam, all the students spoke loudly and were in high spirits, singing, jumping and laughing like birds out of the cage, not to mention how relaxed and happy they were. I am sad and unhappy, alas! Some people are really happy, others are sad.
A week later, the results came down, and when the teacher announced the results, my heart was pounding with tension. There is no me in the top ten, and there is no me in the top twenty. After I squeezed into twenty, my classmates all laughed: "I still came first in the exam, and the last one was almost the same." My face turned red at once, and I bowed my head in the laughter of my classmates. I was so ashamed that I just wanted to find a gap to drill down. The teacher seriously criticized me: "Genius comes from diligence. How can you be a genius without diligence? " My heart hurts like a needle. I lay on my desk, trying not to cry, but "Jin Doudou" was still dripping.
Yes! I was laughed at by my classmates because of my complacency, severely criticized by my teacher, and learned the true meaning of "modesty makes people progress, pride makes people lag behind" From then on, whenever I get some achievements and feel proud, I will think of this lesson, which urges me to forge ahead and encourages myself.
Now, my parents took me to a new home. It has beautiful scenery and comfortable environment, and is close to the school. This is really the best place to live. I fell in love with this new home immediately.
One night, my cousin came to my house as a guest and searched for a long time before he found my house. I think: my cousin is not familiar with this place. I'll take my cousin down to see this beautiful community later.
After dinner, I took the initiative to be my cousin's guide and showed him around the community. Finally, we came to Qianping Fitness Center. I ran to the double knives, grabbed them with both hands, kicked my legs up, pressed them down hard, and proudly said to my cousin, "What's the matter? Did I practice well? I often do sports here. " As soon as I finished, my hand slipped and I fell off the parallel bars, hitting the back of my head. Ouch, it hurts! When I touch the back of my head, my hands are covered with blood. I was scared and shouted, "Oh, no, it's bleeding!" " It's bleeding! "My cousin was also shocked, and immediately informed my mother to take me.
Here we are. I had two stitches and several layers of gauze wrapped around my head. It's really hard! On the way home, I thought: If I had been more careful and not so careless, this would not have happened. My mother always reminds me to be safe. When I was at school, the teacher also mentioned safety first. I didn't care. Now I remember everything they said. Alas, it's true: if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer!
This is really an unforgettable lesson. Students, you must pay attention to safety when playing!
In my mind, there is an unusual lesson that I will never forget. At that time, if mom and dad hadn't come back in time, I would have died in a raging fire for fun.
I remember when I was six years old, I fell in love with playing with fire out of a psychology of looking for fun. One day, my parents were cooking. I ran into my mother's room and found a box of matches. I saw the words "children please don't play with fire" on the matchbox, but I ignored it. Let alone follow him. In order to have fun, I don't care much! So I found some paper and wiped it on the eraser beside the matchbox. Wow! I am surprised, it is on fire! I quickly brought paper, covered it one by one, and looked at the flickering flames. I am having a swell time. But I don't know, while I enjoy this pleasure, the danger is coming step by step.
In order to make the fire stronger, I continued to add paper to the fire. Suddenly, there was a noise outside the house, which scared me. I tried to put out the fire, but it was too late. The flames jumped higher and higher, igniting the surrounding cartons and scalding my hands. Do nothing but call for help.
Just then, mom and dad came back! They ran into the kitchen, brought a basin full of water and threw it at the flame. After a while, the fire was finally put out. This is my big face with two big blisters on my hands. I sat on the ground and thought: God, what might happen if Mom and Dad didn't come back in time!
This time, I really had a narrow escape! I never dared to play with fire again. From this incident, I learned an unforgettable lesson: don't just take pleasure without considering the consequences.
An unforgettable lesson
There is an unforgettable thing buried deep in my memory, engraved with a profound lesson.
That was when I was in the third grade. One day, a new classmate named Huang Jianfa was transferred to our class. As a newcomer, he is weak without friends and a few companions. He crawled around in his seat all day, acting like a little cat man. Seeing this timid cat, we naughty boys want to play a trick on him and let him follow us in the future.
It also happened. I bought mechanical pencil that day and disappeared before I finished writing my pen. Who took it? I'm confused. After class, I passed by Huang Jianfa and happened to see a mechanical pencil in the pencil-box he opened, which was exactly the same as mine. I'm sure: this boy is new here. I don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has, but he stole it from me. I must let him know the interests of my fat Yang Man today.
Finally, after school, the teacher came downstairs with a book in his arms. There were only a few people left in the classroom, including Huang Jianfa, who was timid. When I saw the time was ripe, I picked up the bamboo pole I had prepared and whipped it on Huang Jianfa's arm. I smoked twice in a row, and Huang Jianfa cried like a pig, so that I didn't even have a chance to ask for a pen. I thought he would be all right after a few cries. I asked for a pen when he stopped crying, but after more than ten minutes, he kept crying as if in pain. I started to get scared, so I touched him gently, but when I rolled up his sleeve, I saw two high red meat prints on his arm. Now I'm even more scared, so I apologize to him and say I don't want that pencil, so I gave it to him. Only then did he know the reason why I hit him. He said that this pen was only given to him by his father, not stolen from me. As soon as his words stopped, the students accused me noisily. Huang Jianfa saw the students all facing him, and then he cried unjustly, crying louder than before, almost knocking down the teaching building. I wonder how this lovely cat can bark so loudly. It must have attracted the teacher or the headmaster. So I picked up my schoolbag, opened the classroom, rushed down the teaching building and ran out of the campus.
Out of school, I dare not go home. Because I know the teacher will complain. In this way, I wandered around the school with my schoolbag on my back and hungry until the first class in the afternoon rang, and suddenly my father appeared in front of me. It turns out that mom, dad and grandma have been looking for me since they received the teacher at 12: 30, but they haven't found me yet.
Dad sent me to school, handed me over to the principal, and he went home with his mother and grandmother. Seeing that I was starving, the headmaster gave me a steamed bun to eat, then severely criticized me and handed me over to the class teacher. The head teacher asked me to apologize to Huang Jianfa in front of the class.
After school in the afternoon, I went home in fear. Dad gave me a good beating and asked me to write down a guarantee that I would never bully my classmates again.
From then on, I remembered this profound lesson and never hit my classmates again. Although I am better than all of them, I never fight back when others hit me.