Everyone has his own ideal. Some people want to be a scientist, some want to be a musician, some want to be a calligrapher, some want to be a writer … and my ideal is to be a glorious people's teacher.
If you want to ask me why I have such an ideal, I have to start with my head teacher, xu teacher. Xu teacher has been my head teacher since I entered school. Over the past few years, she has opened the door to knowledge with the key of wisdom; She taught us to love our motherland, people and science. It is she who sowed the seeds of revolution in our young hearts. For us, she worked selflessly and hard. Her image is deeply imprinted on my mind. So, I made up my mind to be a people's teacher like xu teacher, a diligent gardener, and cultivate the flowers of the motherland in the future.
I think, ten years later, I want to be like xu teacher. Standing on the sacred platform, facing a group of innocent and lively children, open books and introduce them into the ocean of knowledge. Sometimes, lead them to the fields, where crops are lush and grains are fragrant; Take them to the factory, where steel flowers splash and motors rumble; Take them to the spaceship, travel in space, visit the stars and the moon … I will be like a gardener, carefully cultivate every flower of the motherland; I will light up their life path like a candle; I will be like a big ship, carrying them to the other side of success. ...
This ideal has become my motivation. I will fight for this ideal. Become an excellent engineer of human soul-people's teacher.
Now I am in the sixth grade, and many things that happened five or six years ago have been washed away by years, but one thing has withstood the torrent of years and is engraved in my mind.
I remember when I was in grade one. I live in the basement of Beijing. One night, I was awakened by a burst of discomfort in my sleep and said to my mother, "Mom, I want to go to the toilet." So I got out of bed and looked for my little slippers. I looked for it for a long time but couldn't find it, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't know where my shoes are." Mother said impatiently, "Then you can wear your father's." I wear slippers two or three times bigger than myself and walk to the toilet like a duck's foot. I tried to climb up that big step and almost fell down. Going to the toilet is another big step. I don't know what confused me. I fell down the steps and broke my head. I cried and my voice was deafening. When my mother heard this, she came to the toilet at the speed of an arrow. She was shocked by what she saw. After a second's pause, she picked me up and ran to the hospital. On the way, she passed my father's shop, and my father saw the stall closed in a hurry. Then she ran to the hospital. I sewed eight stitches and cried while sewing. My mother cried with me, too "Son, mother shouldn't let you go to the toilet alone. Mom is sorry for you. " I finished sewing and put on my net hat. It was already late at night. I walked out of the hospital. Under the dim street light, my mother hugged me and my father put on his clothes. I have fallen asleep in my arms, which makes me unforgettable.
At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I thought it was right to do so. Now I feel the power of maternal love. If I have buried it in my heart, I will take it out of my chest. Mom, you have worked hard. I love you, and you have done a lot for me. A drop of water will repay a spring. When I grow up, I must honor you.
Everyone has joys and sorrows, and can be happy because of a compliment; Can be angry because of a misunderstanding; You can mourn for a poor test result; You can enjoy a funny joke. I am very happy, because once my mother sincerely praised me.
"Song Yuyu, come and help me wash the dishes!" My mother's lion roar doubled again, which made me deafening and stunned. I was watching TV just now, and I had a good time. When did you get angry? This is really an accident. "Oh, here I am." I walked into the kitchen listlessly, like an eggplant beaten by frost. "You can finish washing these and those vegetables." My mother is like pointing out the mountains, bit by bit. Looking at the huge vegetables, I feel powerless. Pick up the vegetables and throw them into the cold water. Gradually, the basin was full of vegetables, so I picked up a vegetable and washed it in water. In my hands, green vegetables seem to dance in the water. I gradually feel that washing vegetables is very interesting and very happy. "Hey, these are for you. I have washed it. " Looking at these washed vegetables, a feeling of pride and joy welled up in my heart.
It's time for lunch My eyes were fixed on the jade vegetables and I proudly said to my father, "Dad, look, I washed this dish." "Good yo. It's really clean Continue to wash so clean next time! " When I heard my father's praise, my heart was as sweet as honey.
I have a good friend. We have known each other since childhood. I think he is my best friend.
When I was in the sixth grade, I was in the same class as my former classmates at the beginning of school. Only Wang Guoyu and I were in Bai Tao in our class, so we naturally had a good time.
He always has short hair. He is thin, but his eyes are big. We walked side by side through the sixth grade. Of course, there are happy days in a year, but once we have a conflict. ...
It was a day in the first half of the sixth grade. It's very hot and people become impetuous. He came to trouble me, and I was impatient. He scolded him and hit him, and we were all angry. He picked up a glass of water and threw it at me. Cold water made me awake a lot. Come to think of it, it's my fault. He just wanted to express my classmates' feelings, but I gave him the cold shoulder and wanted to keep this friendship. When other students handed me a glass of water and wanted me to answer blows with blows, I declined their kindness. Looking back now, if I hadn't given in, I wonder if we could spend the sixth grade happily together.
I remember that it wasn't long before Shan Zhihao, Yao and Tao formed the Three Musketeers. I, Wang Guoyu and Diao Yan formed three assassins. In retrospect, it was very interesting. The first letter of the last word of three musketeers's name is "H", while the first letter of the last word of our three assassins' names is "Y". Together with the fact that all six of us live in the same dormitory and have a good relationship, they merged into the "Bayonet Five". I remember how happy I was in the sixth grade! I really want to go back to that time and live a carefree life!
My good friend, best friend and unforgettable friend.
Speaking of my deskmate, I really don't know whether to praise him or scold him.
I wonder what the teacher thinks. This semester, I transferred a Tian Qingyuan with poor grades to my side. Tian Qingyuan is furtive, and his little head is much shorter than mine. People stop talking like this and often bully me.
I remember one afternoon, when we had the last Chinese class, we asked the teacher to write down the questions of Chinese World 1, 2, 3 and 4 in the exercise book of the classroom, and we could not leave until we finished writing them. I did it at lightning speed because I was busy going to cram school. But my deskmate took my Chinese book away and copied it because she was not careful in class. I was tired of waiting and thought, "I have to go to cram school!" " "So, I took my Chinese book back. He said angrily, "since you won't lend it to me, don't blame me for being rude!" " "Say that finish, he came at me like a hungry wolf, and the" World War "broke out. ...
But then again, he also has advantages. One day, because I forgot my pencil box, I couldn't take notes in class! When he saw it, he offered to lend me his pen. At that moment, my heart was filled with emotion.
Look, this is my deskmate-a person with equally outstanding shortcomings and advantages.
I have a very good friend who always helps me unconditionally.
The weather in Guangdong is always very hot. Once we went climbing together. Halfway up the hill, I began to feel dizzy. "It's not heatstroke, is it?" Jay asked. "I'm fine. You go first. I'll be right there. " I almost tried my best to say this sentence.
After a long time, I felt that my eyes were dark, and then I didn't know anything. "Where is this? Why am I here? Xin, tell me quickly! " I asked eagerly. "You have heatstroke, this little girl gave it to you! How can you climb the mountain on such a hot day! " The doctor pointed to Xin and said.
"Let me take you home!" Xin said with a smile. "Well, thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I am now! " "Aren't we friends?" We all laughed.
It's been a long time. Teacher Pan gave us some homework that day. I won't copy a clean homework question. It happened that she saw it: "The homework can't be referenced, and it's not good to copy it!" Come on, I'll tell you what you think, and then it's your own business! "
"Well, thank you! But won't it delay your time? " I am full of doubts. "Nothing, I'll teach you first!" She always helps others regardless of herself.
The exercise book was handed out, and I got 95 points. I ran to tell Xin, "Xin, I got 95 points." Thank you very much ""this is not my credit, this score is the result of your own efforts! " There seems to be some hint when Xin said this.
"Xin, thank you for your guidance and help!" By this time, she had walked five meters away, and I understood that sentence well! "
My friend has given me a lot of knowledge and truth! I am so proud to have such a friend!
On Saturday, my family went to our hometown to visit our ancestors' graves.
On the hillside where the ancestral grave is located, I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around the ancestral grave. Then I picked up a rag, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped the tombstone. After some vigorous wiping, the ancestors' tombstones are as clean as new; It wasn't long before we went to sweep the grave. After the worship, we went back to our hometown for lunch.
After a delicious lunch, I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking: Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship ancestors, so we should all do it. We should praise the grave-sweepers and those who want to come but can't. But I never think that grave sweepers should be criticized and condemned! Have you ever thought about how much contribution our ancestors made? Our ancestors left us land for building houses and farming ... Have you ever thought that without ancestors, there would be no us, and the contribution of ancestors is indispensable! Now, some people have arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but they have no idea of sweeping graves, leaving their dead ancestors hanging aside and leaving graves covered with weeds. Shouldn't such a person be condemned by people?
Another Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..."
In the morning, I saw the first snow this winter. It didn't suddenly appear; It is not as lingering as spring rain, nor as stirring as hail. It just keeps a whirlpool posture.
Snow, what a magical name, when I came to the campus with my schoolbag on my back, oh, it was so noisy! Although I am a big brother and sister in grade six, I am already crazy when I see the snow. Snow, what a magical name! It makes your mind empty of complicated learning and thinking, and your mind is full of really cute children.
Snow White, what a beautiful name. Although it doesn't snow much, it can be seen everywhere. The students had a snowball fight. You chase me, I chase you, happy snowballs shuttle back and forth around the students, and clothes covered with snow particles are always a symbol of happiness!
I sat at the window of the classroom and looked out the window. Its light posture, white body and elegant dance are intoxicating! Then, the snow began to fall slowly. Several classmates and I reached out of the window to catch the little snowflake, but at the moment it fell into your hand, it disappeared without a trace. The changing figure of snowflakes just aroused our curiosity, and we picked it up with our hands; We use paper to connect; Finally, I caught a small pile of snow with my racket, but it soon turned into a pool of water and dripped out.
You have arrived, and some people are happy and others are worried. However, in my eyes, you will always be innocent. Symbol, I look forward to your next arrival-lovely snowflake!
Among my friends, my best friend is Chen.
As long as you look carefully, Chen has a cold face, long black hair, big round eyes and a small nose. Under the nose is a small cherry mouth, but I think Chen's eyebrows are the most beautiful, dark and thick, showing you a kind of "beauty" in the south of the Yangtze River.
Chen's character is lively, cheerful and generous, a bit like a tomboy! Every time he bickered with boys, Chen could easily scold the boys. In the end, those boys just left a sentence "Good men don't fight with women" and slipped away.
Many of Chen's nicknames are butch, careless and hot pot. But in my memory, "carelessness" is a nickname known to the whole class and even the whole school. Of course, Xiao Yujie and I coined this nickname. Because, every time in the composition class, when Mr. Zhang reads the composition and practices the word "sloppy", the whole class throws a surprised look. At this time, Chen Mengyue lowered his head and said, "What's it to me?" So, Xiao Yujie and I took this nickname.
What I admire most about Chen is her math scores.
One Friday afternoon, Xiao Yujie and Chen and I were doing our homework in the community garden. While we were working on the math book, we met a problem. Xiao Yujie and I can't do it. While we were thinking, Chen came to explain it to Xiao Yujie and me. After that, Xiao Yujie and I suddenly realized, thanks to Chen. Chen is just laughing. We are three good sisters. We never quarrel. We spent our primary school life together.
This is Chen, a lovely, lively, naughty and simple little girl. After listening to my introduction, do you like making friends with Chen?
The sixth grade proposition composition 10 "There are many inches in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day this year is Thursday, April 4th. Our family drove to their hometown, Chaoyang Gulao, early in the morning to worship their ancestors. Cars lined up all the way and ran to the cemetery.
This is my first time to visit the grave. On the way, I always wanted to know what the cemetery on the mountain was like. I am looking forward to it. Finally, I arrived at my destination. I couldn't wait to rush up, but the hillside road was too slippery on rainy days, and I fell into my mouth and gnawed at the mud. I got up, and my mother looked at it and said, "Grandpa, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and you have to walk slowly on the hillside." I listened to my mother and walked slowly. There are many fruit trees on the mountain: Myrica rubra, apple tree, banana tree, olive tree ... Myrica rubra hangs on the tree, some apples are as red as children who drink a lot of wine, and bananas hang on the tree like boats. The air is so fresh!
Walking and walking, we finally reached grandma's grave. We cleared the weeds in front of the grave, and then put the tributes and paper money in front of grandma's grave. I lit incense and began to worship. My mother is mumbling, I don't know what she is mumbling. After the worship, we put incense in the soil, then we lit some wood, then put paper money in the fire to burn, finally we lit firecrackers, knocked three heads, then packed up our things and went home.
There are so many people worshipping their ancestors on the mountain, and the echoes of paper money and firecrackers are everywhere. Today's mountains are really lively!
After returning home, I was all wet, but I was still very happy, because I learned a lot from this grave sweeping.
For Tomb-Sweeping Day, the world may think that he is synonymous with sadness. However, I feel different about him.
Indeed, Tomb-Sweeping Day is full of sadness, thinking of too many memories that have long been dusty and buried in the bottom of my heart. Relying on all this, I can only vent in tears. Perhaps because of this, attending classes has become the deepest memory in people's eyes.
But tears often have different explanations, but people often think that Qingming is filled with nameless sadness and bleak; Maybe they are right. Things like Qingming are sad. However, what is the significance of recalling the painful memories of the past to us now? It is better to think about why we exist and sketch the future.
Qingming should not be a memory of the royal family, but a prospect of the future; Imagine how many people in this world can seize the present and look forward to a better future if people are immersed in regret, helplessness and self-blame. Then the world will become a sad place; If Qingming is just an opportunity for workers to vent, then I agree. I am used to seeing many people cry when they worship their ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but how many people can feel it?
Now this society is full of deception, which makes me wonder, can human beings still express their feelings? The scenes and touching plots of TV series can no longer make me burst into tears. Everyone cries on Qingming Day, for what?
It's long gone now. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Am I too sensitive or have people's feelings long been numb? The peddling on the road is still the same, and the tourists are laughing.
People are numb, there is no emotional catharsis, no recovery of the past, no prospect of the future.
When I was a child, I listened to many songs. But there is one song that I can sing until now. I'll sing you a short song: "Only mothers are good, children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass ..."
I was doing my homework at home when my mother's cell phone suddenly disappeared. My mother thought I took it, so she came up to me angrily and said, "Get the phone!" " "I said," I didn't take it. " "How is that possible? I saw you pick up your mobile phone to play today. " Mom said angrily. I couldn't beat her and ran straight out.
Run outside, it's freezing outside. It's getting dark. I want to find a lively place to sit down and have a rest, but there's no one in the street. I didn't rest. I scolded my mother as I walked. It's not here or there. I don't know how long it took. I feel a little hungry. I walked to a fast food restaurant for no reason. I touched my wallet and there was no money left. I think: If I were still at home now, I would be able to eat delicious rice. Why did I run away from home in the first place If you want to go, you should also bring a few dollars. I was really hungry, so I ran to a crossroads as fast as I could. My mother shouted at the other end, "Huanhuan, where are you?" Come back! Huanhuan ..... "I suddenly got a sour nose and ran to my mother's arms. A stranger saw it and sang, "Only a mother is good in the world. Children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass ... "
After this incident, I fell in love with this song "Only Mom is Good in the World". ...
Sixth-grade proposition composition 13 We finally got into the sixth grade and had a new head teacher-Miss Chen. As the saying goes, "a new official takes office with three fires." Well, our teacher Chen also has three fires, all of which make us naughty people blush.
The first fire completely destroyed the bad habit of whispering in our class. It was the first day of class, and we all whispered, chatted, laughed and made noise in our seats, and didn't care at all. I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Chen strode to the podium. "How long are you going to talk?" Then, Mr. Chen scanned the class with critical eyes, and then, sipping his mouth and frowning, criticized us. Since then, our class has really improved. As soon as the bell rang, the classroom was much quieter.
To say that this second fire is to burn the superiority of our class cadres. There is an unwritten rule in our class: students with good grades should be class cadres, and those with poor grades should stand aside. In this way, the distance between students with good grades and students with poor grades is getting bigger and bigger. The arrival of Mr. Chen has almost completely changed, and nearly two-thirds of the students in the class can become class cadres as an encouragement. Don't underestimate this move Now many students study hard and their enthusiasm has improved.
Teacher Chen's third fire naturally set off the bad atmosphere in our class. This is not just the end of class, the teacher has not left the classroom, and the classroom is noisy. Xiao Ming and Xiao Qiang started fighting again for an argument. Teacher Chen turned around, shook his head and told them some "secrets", but this made the two naughty boys blush and wanted to stick their heads into the floor. Strangely, they will never fight again.
You see, Mr. Chen's three fires have completely changed our class. Everyone Qi Xin works together to repay the teacher with excellent academic performance.
The sixth grade proposition composition 14 was not so far away, but I still remember the romantic smile that day. I really want to go back, back to the past.
In the rows of rooms with different heights, the heart suddenly feels refreshed when the breeze blows, the green leaves are dripping with green dew, and the birds are singing on the branches. Clouds float under the blue sky under the sunshine, just like burnt cotton candy. Look, on the earth, there are figures of me playing with my friends. ...
"ah! I saw it, catch him quickly, "a little friend suddenly shouted. "The sound like a bell broke the silence, and we rushed forward like tigers pouncing on food. We didn't rush, but hit our heads, hahaha ... no one pursued the result any more. Tired of playing, I saw green apples hanging on the tree, so I quickly picked them and ate them. They got sour and threw them aside. Finally, when I was tired of playing, I fell asleep around the big tree and covered my face with a small straw hat.
Now that I think about the carefree and happy life at that time, I can't help but miss it.
I really want to go back to the past, back to the past, and I really want to see my friends who played with scissors, stone and cloth at that time. The little hand that was covered with mud but didn't care, cooperated with the slogan in his mouth and stretched out different movements. It's interesting to think about it now.
I really want to go back to the past, to the past, and I also want to see those children fighting cocks and bullfights. Chickens peck rice with peace of mind, cows graze with peace of mind, but I don't know where a group of hairy children appear. In the cockfighting and bullfighting, the quiet lunch of chickens and cows was disrupted. Chickens cackle crazily, and cows bark "Cleisthenes" crazily. This is the reason to stop these children.
The past is not far away, it is so close that everything seems to have happened yesterday. I really want to go back to my childhood.
Every time I hear my mother speak in a hoarse voice, and every time I see her with calloused hands, I am grateful.
Mother's Day is coming. I'm going to make a card for my mother. I carefully selected a blue cardboard in the stationery store. I first folded the cardboard in half and used one side as the cover, then folded the cover in half to draw a rectangle along the line, and then cut the three sides of the rectangle with scissors to make a movable window. Finally, I cut the edge of the cover with wave scissors to make wave lines. In this way, the structure of the greeting card is completed.
I'm going to decorate the cover next. I now write the words "Thank you, Mom" at the top of the cover, and then draw me and Mom in the middle. I'm going to decorate the inside of the greeting card. I wrote thank you for your kindness to me in the upper left corner of the room. The middle of the greeting card was empty, so I had a brainwave and wrote it. Mom wishes you happiness and youth forever.
In the lower right corner of the greeting card, I decorated many flowers and plants, and drew a child beside the grass, and the child was cheering; Happy mother's day, I went downstairs and bought a flower to stick on the greeting card, I thought; Mom, when you are tired, may this flower of mine cheer you up. Looking at this handmade greeting card, I smiled with satisfaction, so sweet and happy.
I will never forget the kindness of putting a willow tree in my heart. Although this card cost me a lot of effort, it is nothing compared with my mother's effort. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?