Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: praise 1 Since I was praised by the teachers in the interested class, my writing level has been greatly improved.
My writing has always been poor. Later, I signed up for an interest class-exercise. One day, our teacher, Miss Zhao, asked us to write a composition about fruits. What should I write? Yes, I wrote my favorite banana. I grasped the characteristics of bananas and wrote them carefully. The teacher praised me after reading it, because I grasped the key point and wrote this clip. How excited and excited I was at that time!
I have become more confident since I was greatly encouraged by my teacher. In this class, the teacher posted my last composition "My happiest moment" on the wall next to the corridor. Don't mention how happy you are!
Now, I like my homework more and more, and I am more and more confident. It was the teacher's praise that made me learn my homework well.
Ah! How important is the teacher's praise!
Even a word can inspire us to keep learning and making progress!
Sixth grade composition: I have praised Class 2 for 60 for almost half a year. Many things have happened in the past six months. I am sad, happy and unforgettable ... What makes me unforgettable is that my composition was praised by the teacher.
On Friday, just after dinner, the teacher came into the classroom with a bunch of notebooks. Seeing the teacher coming, everyone hurried back to their seats. The teacher smiled and said, "Let's enjoy the composition written by the students last time." I began to be nervous because my composition level has not been very good. I clenched my hands tightly into the shape of a fist and kept saying to myself: Come on! Come on! I will go this time. "This is Liu Ziwei's ..." Teacher Chen said as she walked off the platform. "ah! Our group! " I'm getting nervous.
Next, the books read by Mr. Chen belong to our group, which makes me more nervous. The teacher read the whole composition, but what if I didn't read it? I listened to the teacher's composition with trepidation. But everyone's compositions are very interesting. I almost forgot the teacher's troubles around me and began to appreciate everyone's compositions with relish.
"This is Wang Jiaqi's." Teacher Chen's eyes fell on me. "ah! What? My composition? Oh, my God, is this true? Is my composition really read by the teacher to everyone? " I ask myself and answer myself. Soon the book was delivered to me. I can't wait to open this book What I saw was: rows of good sentences drawn by the teacher; The five stars in front of each sentence; Five apples with red strokes; Words of encouragement. Looking at them, my mouth raised a beautiful arc.
It's good to be praised by the teacher!
Sixth grade composition: praise 3 Everyone likes to be praised. This feeling is really good! Have you tried? In my life, I have been praised many times, and my name "Young Pioneers" has not been called in vain. I am proud of the red scarf on my chest.
I remember once, when we held a departmental meeting, the prefect announced the winners of this month. The prefect read many names. Why haven't I been there yet? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. I was at a loss and answered loudly, "What?" The students at the back patted me on the head and said to me, "The prefect is announcing that you have won the' Individual Excellence Award in the Small Town Writing Competition'. Why don't you hurry to receive the award? " I quickly said hello to him, and then took the prefect's certificate with both hands. I stood in awe and gave my classmates a joining ceremony. I was as happy as honey. I was really proud at that time. I won honor for our class and our school. This feeling still haunts me today. Speaking of teachers, my classmates are amazed at me! You said, this feeling is not very good, right?
It is this feeling of being praised that accompanied me in primary school for six years. It is this feeling that makes me do everything better and want to be praised. This feeling will be buried in my heart forever. Let this feeling accompany me to do more things.
I have received numerous compliments in my life, from my parents, teachers and friends, but I will never forget that compliment, which inspired me to praise.
I remember it was in art class. I painted at that time. My skills are poor. I wish I could take good photos every time. The art teacher asked us to draw a New Year picture, and I drew one. The picture is like this: there is heavy snow in the sky, there is a house on the ground, and there is a couplet "Fushou Donghai, Shounan Mountain". There is a snowman in front of the door. I saw the snowman wearing a hat. His eyes, nose, mouth and hands were all in front of us. Several children are in high spirits beside the snowman. The teacher came up to me, held up my picture and said, "This classmate draws very well. She painted the lively atmosphere of the children's New Year. " Say that finish, he gave me a bright red "you+". I was so excited that tears filled my eyes and kept stroking the bright red and beautiful "You+". It is because of that "you+"that I understand that I am no longer the ugly duckling. It is because of that "excellent+"that I know what I can draw well; It is because of that "excellent+"that I have a new beginning. Now my painting is very good, which is a far cry from that at that time.
Thank you for your compliment, teacher. I have printed it in my mind for a long time, and it will never be worn away and never forgotten.
When I was in the first grade, our teacher said, "Next Monday, we will have the first unit of mathematics." I get nervous when I listen to it.
On the day of the exam, I handed out the math paper and did it. I took the paper, filled in the class first, and then wrote the name. I did it slowly at first. Finally, I saw the time and did it quickly. Class is over, and the paper has just been written. I handed the paper to the teacher, who left with it.
The next day, we asked the teacher if the paper had been changed. The teacher said, "No,no." I think the teacher must be too tired.
On the third day, we saw the teacher walk into the classroom with a stack of test papers. Start the class and hand out the test papers. The teacher handed out other students' papers, which should be more than 90 points. My face was red and hot at that time. I think the paper handed out by the teacher should be mine. I'm glad to hear that the teacher saw my grades, because I got more than 90 points in the exam.
When I got home, my father asked, "Qian, how many points did you get in the math exam?" You didn't do well in the exam! I said to my father, "Dad, how do you know that I didn't do well in the first exam?" I took the paper out of my schoolbag. Dad was very happy to see it. He said, "Wow, my daughter got more than 90 points in the first exam. As a father, I am proud of you! " I said, "Dad, you are so happy today! I am happier than you! "
At dinner, my father praised me at the dinner table. He said: "Daughter, when you get more than 90 points in the exam, it will be awesome for our family to walk outside!"
I will definitely do better in the exam in the future, and let my family be awesome outside!
You may not know this, but I transferred to another class this semester.
On the first day of the new class, I was a little nervous and didn't know the teacher's temper. Later, I found that the class teacher was amiable, which brought us a little humor in class, made the tense classroom life much easier, and made me less nervous.
Some people may wonder, do you think it's awesome? Why introduce the teacher?
I just said it was here, that's all.
After a while, I took the exam. I thought I didn't need to write a composition, so I looked it up after I answered. Hand it in confidently when the bell rings. But when I reported my results the next day, I heard that some students got 890 points. I thought, "You didn't write a composition, out of 70. How can they have so many? " No, it must be a composition.
Then the teacher called my name and said, "Ding Weichang got 67.5 points." At this time, some students laughed. The teacher added, "You see her answers in front of the test paper are all very good, but she didn't write a composition. Generally speaking, she did well in the exam. " I said, "I thought I didn't have to write a composition." The teacher said, "Remember to write a composition next time. Write to me when you go home this time. I will change it when the team leader scores, and help you add it. "
Do you think this exam is particularly good?
Composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Zan 7 The numbers in life seem to be wonderful notes. Together, it is a never-ending "golden song" that plays the music of life.
Now, let me write down that I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual the other day. I walked happily along the Lin Yin Trail. Suddenly my shoelaces arrived and I bent down to tie them. "The rabbit pricked up its ears, bypassed the stump and jumped into the hole." This is the "secret" that my mother usually teaches me to tie my shoelaces.
"Hey, what is this?" A pink wallet is lying quietly on the grass. I reached for it and opened it. Wow! Inside is a hundred-dollar bill and a key.
I was shocked and quickly picked up my wallet. "Tell the teacher and let the host claim it." "Here is the money, you take it. Does anyone know? " "No, this money is also earned by others. It should be returned to the original owner." . These two thoughts have been quarrelling in my mind for a long time. Finally, I decided to return my wallet to the owner.
I gave my wallet to my teacher, and after several investigations, it was finally returned to its owner. The teacher smiled and said to me, "You are a good boy. It is not easy to collect money! " Later, the teacher praised me in class, and everyone gave me warm applause and approval. I bowed my head in embarrassment, and my heart was full of joy!
Help others. Indeed, each of us should do this to add luster to our campus!
Composition in the sixth grade of primary school: Zan 8 "Ah, writing composition again. Why do teachers have to arrange compositions every Saturday and Sunday! " I sat on the table and sighed.
Unconsciously, the composition in my mind has been conceived for five minutes, but I haven't figured out why. Just when I was at a loss, "evil thoughts" floated in my mind. I quickly found a composition book from the cupboard, turned it over and copied it down. Hand it in on Monday.
In the second class, the teacher came into the classroom with a pile of composition books and smiled at me. As soon as he entered the door, the teacher said to the students earnestly, "Write true feelings in the composition, such as Yang Huiqing's true feelings." As soon as my voice fell, my classmates focused on me. I don't think anyone will be depressed when encountering such a glorious thing. So I became a depressed person. Because it is not my things that are handed over to the teacher for correction, and it is not my composition that is praised. I'm ashamed.
After this, I will never copy my composition again, because it is not my business after all. I think my things, whether good or bad, whether it is criticism or praise from others. As long as it is my own, I am full of confidence.