Blackboard, it's not easy to say I love you. -inscription
Colorful flags were displayed in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1st Blackboard Contest entered the stage of exhibition and appraisal. The 12 blackboard newspapers from Class 1, Grade 1 to Class 4, Grade 3 in junior high school are lined up, full of poems and exquisite illustrations.
The party branch secretary personally announced the assessment results. When he finished reading the list of the third prize and the second prize, he paused, and the boiling playground was suddenly silent. "First prize-once every two years!" Wow-the applause thundered. I forgot to applaud-
A week ago, I accepted the task of taking part in the July 1st Blackboard Competition. When I returned to class, I was rejected. Several main backbones said that the competition standard was too high and they were facing the final exam review, so they really didn't have the energy and time to engage in such a blackboard newspaper.
Can we combine the July 1st Blackboard Contest with the review exam? I used my quick wits and suggested, "Our class will have a July 1st couplet and poetry contest! The exam just has this content. " Get the unanimous support of the Chinese teacher and the whole class! One song for each person, and the teacher corrects it himself! Wow! The manuscript is rich in sources and first-class in quality!
However, due to the lack of a clever couplet, I went to ask the Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back. He said to me: "you can help, you write it and I'll change it!" " "I searched my stomach and struggled for a long time. I wrote six pairs of couplets on the blackboard and asked the teacher to "write by hand", but it was rejected: "You said that others can't, and your own writing is not much better, and your eyes are superior! "I read my classmates' poems and couplets repeatedly, and finally wrote such a couplet:" Ancient poems, new poems and modern poems express your true feelings! Folk songs, folk songs, water songs, sing our party! " The teacher happily added a horizontal batch of Ode to July 1. Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "Ode to July 1" became a headline, and couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard newspaper, with 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics in the middle, which was seamless and interesting.
"Please invite the editor-in-chief of the blackboard newspaper every two years to give a speech!" My classmates gave me a hard push, and then I came to my senses. I quickly stepped onto the flag-raising platform and sincerely said, "Blackboard, I love you!" " "Applause!
Old things, fresh in my memory, dancing and writing, writing on the blackboard with affection.
I always wanted to sing a song for you.
"There are many stories in the town/full of joy and joy/if you come to the town/you will gain a lot ..." Occasionally, this melodious old song came from a shoe store.
I think of that woman's elegant face, faint shy smile, floating around like dust. Her melodious singing seems to have brought me into a misty town in the south of the Yangtze River. Wu Peng's boat floats leisurely on the water, and when the water paddles, it stirs up transparent spray. The willows on the shore are staggered, and everyone around them is smiling and gentle. Every time I gently hum this song, I can feel Teresa Teng's deep love for this small town. Invite your friends, the town will be a guest.
"Amen, there is a vine in front, the green in peace has just sprouted, and the snail is climbing step by step with that heavy shell on its back ..." Lively nursery rhymes awakened the memory of Chen Feng. Many years ago, my mother would hug me and hum this very popular nursery rhyme. When she sang it with a warm throat, the wrinkles in her eyes gently unfolded. So I gradually learned to sing this song. Until now, my mother probably forgot the lyrics of this song. When I hum occasionally, she will smile comfortably there. Although she forgot the lyrics of this song, what she is doing now is far more than just holding me and singing. In those years when there was a generation gap between me and her, she always paid attention to me silently, occasionally brought me a glass of milk, made my bed and nagged me about my study. It seems that many years ago, she hugged me and gently sang to me: "Huang Huang oriole, don't laugh, I will mature when I climb up."
"One of us is like summer, and the other is like autumn, but we can always turn winter into spring ..." When the notes gently beat in my ear, I miss the scene when Xiaoguo sang out of tune. She always asked me to sing this song for her, because China said it was just about our "unique" friendship. Haha, time flies. Xiaoguo is no longer with me, but I still like singing. When singing, I feel as if she is listening with a smile.
You know, once many notes are destroyed, they become many natural songs. However, only love can sing the most beautiful songs Whether it's love for the town, love for my mother, or friendship with my friends ... even after many years, as long as I sing gently, those beautiful memories will flood in. Let me sing for love in the journey of life.
Listen to the rain.
It's always raining lightly in the new town recently, sweeping away the summer heat. Has arrived in beginning of autumn, also be regarded as autumn rain. Raindrops and breezes bring a little coolness, and a thin chill attacks people.
On my balcony, listening to the rustling rain, you have to be loaded to hear the rain. Although the ancients liked to rain on plantains, I still prefer Yuefang leaves with proper size, which sounds more pleasant and cadence.
There are more than a dozen banyan trees in the square, and the height of the treetops is just enough to reach the window. The breeze blew and the treetops swayed gently. Not only the tree but also the whole heart was washed away. If you listen to the rain by the small pond in the Music Square, it must be beautiful.
A burst of rain flowers suddenly reminded me of the lotus leaf in my hometown pond when I was a child. Occasionally, one or two lotus flowers were scattered, which was very thin and touching. Raindrops on the lotus leaves bring not only beautiful sounds, but also poetic pictures. On the green lotus leaf, raindrops either slide down or turn into the heart of the leaves and roll. Tingting's leaves are swaying in the wind, drizzling, red lotus, green lotus and ripples. This kind of visual enjoyment needs to happen to pass by, and it is too melodramatic to deliberately rush. I haven't heard the rain by the pond for a long time, just like the past years.
I don't know when it started, but the articles written by literati listening to the rain are always sad. Lu Fangweng's "Wake up at midnight and listen to the drizzling rain" is quite "Give them to the boy for good wine, and we will drown the disaster of ten thousand generations!" ; Daiyu's autumn window is rainy, "the night is full of tenderness, and the light is accompanied by tears." "I don't know when the autumn rain will stop, but I teach tears to sprinkle the window screen wet." Autumn rain is always accompanied by people's sadness. Daoxiang in good years is rarely talked about. It is really sad and pitiful.
I listened to the rain tonight, but I didn't feel any sadness. What fascinates me is the sound of rain, which is far and near, slow and urgent, and the small light opposite the screen window. It is a happy and warm family in the new town.
The cool rain brought calm to the hot summer night. Crack, raindrops beat on the screen window and made a rhythmic sound. It should be a beautiful picture outside: roses and roses in the garden are covered with water drops, like pearls, flowers and bones are more delicate and charming, showing sweet smiles in their sleep. Rain beads hit the green leaves, but this thin piece of green could not bear the "heavy" pressure, so the rain beads slipped down like a slide and fell into the embrace of the earth. The rain on the concrete floor merged into streams, and only the raindrops falling into small puddles fell in a very beautiful posture like divers, splashing water droplets.
The rain stained the shallow cage roses. The rain is getting louder and louder and more urgent. Maybe the wine-spotted bamboo will raise a glass to invite rain? You can sing to yourself, "I can't sleep at night, and I make tea again because of thirst for wine and heavy smoke"; Maybe Apple is playing the piano and it is raining at this time? It's like a picture in which pearls, large and small, are poured into a plate of jade. Maybe at this time, the headquarters is singing loudly? Although I haven't drunk, I still want to drink tea. I made a cup of osmanthus lotus leaf tea. Ah, the room is full of fragrance, and the room is full of fragrance.
So I simply turned off the light, lit a floating wax, set the teacup, and with the fragrance of tea and faint candlelight, accompanied by the rain outside the window, imagined the beautiful scenery of "Besides, after a night in Shan Yu, a hundred spring flowers were copied by trees". With this rain, this night, this tea thought naturally flies far away and has a deep memory. Hehe, this night is enough.
The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the rain beads huddled and scattered all over the floor. The constant voice is still the kind of intermittent voice. Listen carefully and it is ethereal and distant. Rain is a poet, writing poems without words with his heart, a philosopher, a musician and an artist who can get profound philosophy from him and make the world a better place through his hands.
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No one complains that crops are soaked in water. Anyone who has been soaked in honey pots since childhood will wither! People are not raised like this!
Everything has a degree, everything has a law of diminishing marginal returns, and love is no exception. Love children moderately. Spoiling children is actually harmful to them.
Give children the opportunity to express their love, and let them practice loving others, so that children will pay love, love, progress and pay from children. If a child only enjoys "progressive" love for a long time, he will feel that this is normal.
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To parents: The passage of time can wrinkle the skin, and you will always be young in my mind. I wish you a happy Spring Festival, good health and all the best!
To the teacher: Sweet bells and enchanting flowers are all limited by time. Only my blessing will last forever, and I will always bless the teacher who gave me the fountain of wisdom. May my blessing moisten your dry throat like green tea, light up your office like a candle and give you the same fragrance as flowers! Happy new year!
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In this winter vacation, I swam in the sea of books almost all day. Even so, I still feel very substantial and meaningful.
Tired of watching, I will go out to play. Time doesn't allow me to visit places of interest in the motherland, but it's meaningful to go to the wild Shan Ye water and walk along the path, which can increase my knowledge, broaden my horizons, jump out from studying all day and relax.
Of course, you can't forget to study when you relax. In addition to finishing the homework assigned by the teacher, I will also write a composition, practice calligraphy, calculate the Olympics and exercise my brain comprehensively. Don't say doing homework is a headache. In fact, as long as you can put yourself into it, you will find that finishing your homework is not troublesome, even interesting!
This is the winter vacation I spent, a full, interesting and meaningful holiday!
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The long winter vacation has passed and ushered in a beautiful spring. The new semester has begun. Facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning, we have returned to the beautiful campus and started the journey of the new semester.
In the past journey, whether you had laughter or sunshine, it has become an eternal memory. Add a lock and seal it up! Everything in front of us is new. Did you get a look at him? A new life is breaking ground. Due to the cruelty of reality, we will become knights, wipe the wounds on our chests, pick up weapons and get ready to go. Of course, this road will not be smooth sailing, and it will always make you cry, but it will always be sunny after cloudy days, because you are a knight, chivalrous and brave, and will not be knocked down by any difficulties!
We need to study step by step, take school rules and class rules seriously, and resolutely don't do anything that harms students' identity.
We are about to embark on a passionate journey. The future is ours! I choose! I like it!