The sky in September is full of laughter and laughter, which makes the long-lost smile invade our hearts. In September, school starts again. Maybe in the new semester, we have too much hard work and pressure, but the new semester also contains happiness and hope. As long as we welcome the new semester with a good mood, I believe we will certainly gain happiness.
September brought me harvest. At the beginning of September, I had the honor to participate in the activity of "Knowing China —— Training for Class Teachers in Primary and Secondary Schools in China". I benefited a lot from this activity. Although I was very busy, we still listened to the excellent class teacher and learned online courses. We learned vivid case stories through online videos. There are also dialogues and exchanges between case owners such as class teachers and education experts. All kinds of valuable experience and resources are presented to us, which has "touched" and "led" the work of our class teacher. More than half a month's study, communication and discussion have given us good guidance in thinking and educational methods. I believe I will examine, absorb and internalize them with a challenging eye.
September is busy again. I'm really overwhelmed by school work. It's been more than half a month since school started, and I've been running high-speed nervously. I have to fill out various forms after I am busy signing up, and then I have to elect class cadres, establish some rules and regulations of the class, make a system of adding points and deducting points for the class, make a plan to help the underachievers, and sort out my educational ideas ... At the same time, I have to conscientiously complete my teaching tasks.
September is also happy and warm. My lovely daughter went to kindergarten, and every time she received a warm message from her teacher: Happy mother, happy progress in kindergarten today! That kind of mood cannot be expressed in words. September, the season of harvest, the season of return ... also ushered in Teacher's Day. Whether it is a small greeting card, a warm blessing, a distant phone call or a silent message ... this is our happiest time. Because we have gained happiness and true feelings.
In September, we will say goodbye. Time is like water, years are like songs, and I feel that the pace of life is really too hasty. In this short month, I have many unforgettable experiences and feelings, but there are still many things I want to do, because time has turned a new page for us.
Looking back on September, looking at the road I have traveled, there are bitterness and sweetness, and there are gains and gains. They will be treasured in the sea of flowers deep in my memory. I waved September, knowing it was all over. No matter whether I am bitter or happy, I will take a step calmly and accept new challenges.
Tell yourself, and tell you, to walk into the splendid October with a good mood.
You love tea, and you like to take a teacup with you wherever you go. Open the tea lid, the air is filled with faint tea fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. I was surprised to find that you are as thin as tea. Without your vigorous posture and strong skin, you just have a curved back and deep wrinkles, but your sharp eyes are still so thrilling.
The days you and I have passed are all short childhood, repeated misunderstandings, simple packaging, your silent love and my ignorance, which enrich each other. Grandpa, I didn't know you until now, so you love me.
You are cold and stuffy, but I love to laugh. You are silent, but I am ignorant and misread your silent love. I am dissatisfied with you, but you are full of expectations for me.
When I was a child, I joined the calligraphy club, but I always felt that my calligraphy was far from the classmates in the club. At this time, you encouraged me to say, "Work hard, just like tea. Although it used to be common, it has become thin and dry after drying and frying ... It was originally green, but the fragrance when brewing is fascinating. At this time, there is a beautiful connotation. As long as you work hard, you will have a beautiful connotation. Then I left. A month later, I took part in the calligraphy competition and won the third prize. Although it is a little regrettable, it has been affirmed by the teacher. I thought you would be happy to see all this, but you just glanced at it, raised your mouth and smiled. I won the prize, my heart was full of disappointment, and my mood plummeted.
Sometimes I feel redundant when I see grandpa's indifferent expression on his face. ...
Once, my grandparents came to my house for the New Year. When I saw grandpa, he raised a smiling face at me, and my heart was pricked. I always feel that this is the first time he has smiled at me. I have a bad habit. I always like to kick the quilt when I sleep. These days, I have a runny nose and yawn repeatedly ... but these days, the quilt is always well covered. I thought it was my mother, and my heart was filled with deep warmth. At this time, a light suddenly shot into the door, and I quickly closed my eyes. He tucked me in, stroked my forehead with the back of his hand, and then left with a sigh. I slowly opened my eyes, and the curved back gradually disappeared into the darkness ... Is the temperature of this hand and the roughness of my hand grandpa? ...
The days you and I have been through are a lingering gap of misunderstanding. I don't know how to resolve my willfulness, but it will only deepen our misunderstanding. In a conversation with my grandmother, she said, "Your grandfather is really a fool. Last time you won the prize, he didn't know how happy he was. He told everyone all day that my grandson's calligraphy was good ... but he insisted on pretending to be disdainful. " Now I understand that his disdain is an encouragement to me.
The golden wind is cool and the years are golden. In a blink of an eye, the two years I spent with my teacher hurried by, leaving only the last September I spent in junior high school. For me, it is of great significance: this September is full of teachers' ardent hopes for every student and countless days and nights of hard work. I think, at the beginning, the teacher smiled and opened the door of knowledge with a magic key.
Grow sturdily into a lovely teenager.
September is a warm, brilliant and fruitful golden season, which is a special gift for our teacher. We know that in order to cultivate the next generation, teachers turned their enthusiasm into notes and played songs. They are like red candles that never go out, guiding our direction-to repay society and contribute to national construction when we grow up. It is they who exchanged their lives and regretless youth for our beautiful tomorrow.
Some of them don't match, so correct them yourself.
We can't forget the charming style of the teacher on the podium; I can't forget the hard work under the night light; I can't forget your kind smile and kind words when we are sad; I can't forget your inculcation when we did something wrong. Your easy-going, generous, funny, honest, serious and responsible words and deeds have benefited us for life. You are the messenger of spring, welcoming us with flowers and stepping on a cheerful pace. You are a pioneer in summer, full of enthusiasm and vitality; You are an elegant scholar in autumn, noble and elegant, outstanding; You are an evergreen tree in winter, youthful and radiant. Teacher, you are the cutest person in the world!
"Silent night, the stars are shining, the teacher's room is bright all night, whenever I walk past your window …" Every time I sing this song, my heart is always excited. In this unforgettable September, I want to say loudly: "teacher!" Happy holidays! "
I like autumn. I love not only its admirable fruit but also its fallen leaves. I like its charming charm best.
There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like a steed running and jumping from time to time in Yuan Ye, like a general who has experienced vicissitudes and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor flowing leisurely in the night sky. ...
Autumn is crisp. The sky is high and wide, and the blue one is not mixed with a cloud. At the foot is a flat land, full of mature gold and quiet streets. The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is gently accompanied by a clear and happy jumping stream. Everything is so pure and free and easy.
Autumn is warm. People withered by heat cheer up in a slight coolness. The students begin the new school year with confidence. Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, with new expectations.
Autumn is sincere. A gust of autumn wind blew away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays. People are very open-minded and sincere. How can they tolerate suspicion and affectation in this natural and refreshing season?
The refreshing, warm and sincere, uncut natural expression, flowing freely, reveals refreshing new ideas, which is the noble and unique charm of autumn. Oh, I envy your noble and chic autumn.
1
On September 1 day, the morning light is like a projector, suddenly projecting so much of itself, as if in a dream: your destination is far away, and your starting point starts here.
Embark on a new journey. Perhaps this is the meaning of September.
2
I don't know who said that: all we see is the past, and this past is very close to us, so.
My September is a thing of the past, but it is deeply solidified in my heart, and then it seems to be lost and reappeared, giving people great shock.
three
Haizi said in September: My piano sobbed without tears. I rode across the grassland alone.
It's just that my September is not so leisurely.
I don't know what September is. Maybe it's brand-new, because September is the beginning of the new semester, full of my abundant hopes, brushing away the dust and embedding it into a dreamlike dream. Maybe it's stress, because it's the second day of junior high school, and I'm no longer the ignorant me before, nor the simple arithmetic power. It's like a wave that suddenly strikes and sweeps everything, and then suddenly feels that something has lost its edges and corners and is silent and independent. Maybe it's happiness, because life is not always. It always flies by. Maybe it's too noisy. September seems to yearn for summer. They complement each other until they are ferocious. I still remember the feeling of sitting in the classroom with clothes soaked in sweat, which is indescribable.
four
This is a beautiful September.
This is a September that makes me upset.
In September this year, I heard the person behind the exam say to the person in front: Stop copying, son.
This is my September.
five
If I hadn't read Haizi's September, I wouldn't understand how long September is. It can be mysterious, proud, choked, unique, gorgeous and unforgettable. It's like rewinding a movie. The black-and-white film film rolls up with the axis, and the broken picture keeps flashing, which is confusing. This is a healing process. It's called September.
Haizi's "September" brought me endless touches, and perhaps, so did my September.
six
Hello, September.
Goodbye, September.
In life, I don't know how many "hello" and "goodbye" there are, but September is not. This is an accidental season.
I will remember you, my September.
Postscript: Actually, when writing this article, I didn't even understand some places. But I believe that writing is a matter of intuition, and it may only express some shallow opinions. But after all, it is something from the heart. Writing them out not only has the value of being evaluated, but also can communicate with my heart. At this age, we have too much passion and yearning, so we are often moved by ourselves. Therefore, this article is not only about.
Sorry, I'm a sophomore …
The first one is almost the same, and it is far from your level.
The golden wind is cool and the years are golden. In a blink of an eye, the two years I spent with my teacher hurried by, leaving only the last September I spent in junior high school. For me, it is of great significance: this September is full of teachers' ardent hopes for every student and countless days and nights of hard work. I think, at the beginning, the teacher smiled and opened the door of knowledge with a magic key.
Grow sturdily into a lovely teenager.
September is a warm, brilliant and fruitful golden season, which is a special gift for our teacher. We know that in order to cultivate the next generation, teachers turned their enthusiasm into notes and played songs. They are like red candles that never go out, guiding our direction-to repay society and contribute to national construction when we grow up. It is they who exchanged their lives and regretless youth for our beautiful tomorrow.
Some of them don't match, so correct them yourself.
We can't forget the charming style of the teacher on the podium; I can't forget the hard work under the night light; I can't forget your kind smile and kind words when we are sad; I can't forget your inculcation when we did something wrong. Your easy-going, generous, funny, honest, serious and responsible words and deeds have benefited us for life. You are the messenger of spring, welcoming us with flowers and stepping on a cheerful pace. You are a pioneer in summer, full of enthusiasm and vitality; You are an elegant scholar in autumn, noble and elegant, outstanding; You are an evergreen tree in winter, youthful and radiant. Teacher, you are the cutest person in the world!
"Silent night, the stars are shining, the teacher's room is bright all night, whenever I walk past your window …" Every time I sing this song, my heart is always excited. In this unforgettable September, I want to say loudly: "teacher!" Happy holidays! "
I like autumn. I love not only its admirable fruit but also its fallen leaves. I like its charming charm best.
There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like a steed running and jumping from time to time in Yuan Ye, like a general who has experienced vicissitudes and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor flowing leisurely in the night sky. ...
Autumn is crisp. The sky is high and wide, and the blue one is not mixed with a cloud. At the foot is a flat land, full of mature gold and quiet streets. The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is gently accompanied by a clear and happy jumping stream. Everything is so pure and free and easy.
Autumn is warm. People withered by heat cheer up in a slight coolness. The students begin the new school year with confidence. Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, with new expectations.
Autumn is sincere. A gust of autumn wind blew away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays. People are very open-minded and sincere. How can they tolerate suspicion and affectation in this natural and refreshing season?
The refreshing, warm and sincere, uncut natural expression, flowing freely, reveals refreshing new ideas, which is the noble and unique charm of autumn. Oh, I envy your noble and chic autumn.
1
On September 1 day, the morning light is like a projector, suddenly projecting so much of itself, as if in a dream: your destination is far away, and your starting point starts here.
Embark on a new journey. Perhaps this is the meaning of September.
2
I don't know who said that: all we see is the past, and this past is very close to us, so.
My September is a thing of the past, but it is deeply solidified in my heart, and then it seems to be lost and reappeared, giving people great shock.
three
Haizi said in September: My piano sobbed without tears. I rode across the grassland alone.
It's just that my September is not so leisurely.
I don't know what September is. Maybe it's brand-new, because September is the beginning of the new semester, full of my abundant hopes, brushing away the dust and embedding it into a dreamlike dream. Maybe it's stress, because it's the second day of junior high school, and I'm no longer the ignorant me before, nor the simple arithmetic power. It's like a wave that suddenly strikes and sweeps everything, and then suddenly feels that something has lost its edges and corners and is silent and independent. Maybe it's happiness, because life is not always. It always flies by. Maybe it's too noisy. September seems to yearn for summer. They complement each other until they are ferocious. I still remember the feeling of sitting in the classroom with clothes soaked in sweat, which is indescribable.
four
This is a beautiful September.
This is a September that makes me upset.
In September this year, I heard the person behind the exam say to the person in front: Stop copying, son.
This is my September.
five
If I hadn't read Haizi's September, I wouldn't understand how long September is. It can be mysterious, proud, choked, unique, gorgeous and unforgettable. It's like rewinding a movie. The black-and-white film film rolls up with the axis, and the broken picture keeps flashing, which is confusing. This is a healing process. It's called September.
Haizi's "September" brought me endless touches, and perhaps, so did my September.
six
Hello, September.
Goodbye, September.
In life, I don't know how many "hello" and "goodbye" there are, but September is not. This is an accidental season.
I will remember you, my September.