That Chinese class is my favorite Chinese class, full of poetry! The warmth of love.
Our classmates are all immersed in maternal love. There was silence in the classroom in that class. It seems that there is a chill and a warmth around you.
We have been looking forward to the wonderful speech of the Chinese teacher in that class. His speech can make us happy, sad and thoughtful.
At last, the whole class is listening carefully and holding their breath. He recited the relationship between a person and his mother when he was growing up.
It is so cold in the classroom that people can't help shivering. Reminds me of myself and my mother. I'm really ashamed of what I did. I think my mother must be very sorry for me! Thinking about thinking, suddenly a cold, crystal bead finally fell down. I listened carefully enough. The teacher has stopped for a long time and I don't know. Suddenly I looked around and found the eyes of the whole class staring at me. My face was as red as a red apple, so I had to bow my head shyly and quietly wipe away my tears.
The teacher asked us to write down what we wanted to say to our mother, one point, two points and three points. ...
How time flies! I was in a trance for only a minute. The teacher seems to be torturing me on purpose. He called my name mercilessly. I spoke my heart with tears in my eyes. Later, I found that many students wrote down their true feelings and shed tears. Those are the most sincere tears.
Finally, I passed this course! Although this is not an exciting lesson, it is a lesson that goes deep into the heart. It's my favorite class!
It has the teacher's poetic language; With the teacher's affectionate recitation; With the kind eyes of the teacher!
This is an unforgettable class and my favorite Chinese class!
Chapter 2: I like Chinese class. After I went to junior high school, I took many classes. I still like Chinese class.
I think junior high school Chinese is more difficult to understand than primary school Chinese, but it is particularly interesting to learn because of the teacher's unique teaching methods and her humor. At the same time, I also like her method. When the teacher is in class, he always walks into the classroom with a smile on his face, which can improve our spirit; When giving lectures, we always put ourselves in the text and take us to the text together, which can help us better understand the ideas and internal things to be expressed in the article. When the teacher asks questions in class, he doesn't pick people to answer, but asks students to raise their hands. This is the beauty of her unique teaching method. She is training our courage, and I hope we all have the courage to study. When talking about the text, the teacher will also let us have a reading contest or tell stories, which is also her teaching magic weapon. She wants us to be imaginative. Whenever the Chinese teacher talks about the climax, if the class is over, the students will be disappointed because they are eager for the teacher to continue. If the short and pithy text in the book is a beautiful flower bud, then the teacher's teaching is to nourish and let the flower bud open gradually. When the flower really blooms, it will bloom in our hearts. That flower is so beautiful that you can only feel it with your heart. Nowadays, Chinese has a wide range of knowledge, and there are some indirect connections with other disciplines. Therefore, I must learn all my lessons well! I regard learning Chinese as a trip, and the teacher is the tour guide. She leads us into a magical world, where we can play and play freely.
I like the Chinese teacher, I like her interesting lectures, and I prefer this kind of Chinese class!
My favorite class composition 500 words When I was in the sixth grade of primary school, Chinese teacher Xiao had an unforgettable lesson, which taught me what "treasure" is.
"Students, today we are going to have a philosophy of life class. Please take out a piece of writing paper. " At first, we didn't know what happened. When we heard that the teacher was going to give us a lesson on philosophy of life, we all felt very fresh and everyone was very excited. But seeing the teacher's eyes and serious face, we felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, so we sat quietly and listened to the teacher's arrangement.
"Next, please write down five names that make it hard for you to give up-relatives, friends, teachers ... you have to write them all." I thought for a long time, and finally wrote on the paper: dad, mom, friend, teacher Xiao, classmate Xiao? . After writing, I stared at the teacher with puzzled eyes. Teacher, why did you write this?
"Good, for the next link. Now cross out two of the five names you just wrote. " Cross out two? Really? It's hard for me to choose, because it contains affection, friendship and teacher love. What shall we do? Which one shall I give up? Think twice, you can only give up friendship. I "cruelly" crossed out two friends, and my heart ached a little.
"Now, let's cross out two more names." Huh? Everyone can't help but send out such feelings. Some students also said to the teacher, "teacher, we were already in pain when we crossed out two names just now." Now we are asked to cross out two names. Isn't that embarrassing? " Some students secretly suggested to the teacher to stop this "game". But the teacher said to us, "Listen to my arrangement and row!" " "
Chapter four: I like Chinese class best. Of all the courses, I like Chinese best.
Then you will definitely ask me, "Why do you like Chinese classes? Isn't Chinese class very boring? " Yes! I used to be afraid of taking Chinese classes. I don't like reciting such a long text. I feel bored, bored. But when I was in fourth grade, I changed my Chinese teacher. It was this new Chinese teacher who changed my mind.
Our new Chinese teacher surnamed Cui. He is young, of medium build, with a round face and bright eyes behind wide-brimmed glasses.
The first Chinese lesson that Teacher Cui gave us was to learn the poem "My hometown is Beijing" by the famous writer Yan Su. Looking at the new teacher and thinking about reciting the long article again, all the students were listless and the classroom was silent. Teacher Cui seems to see everyone's thoughts. He said loudly, "Students, do you know? This passage is still a very nice song. Do you want to hear it? " When the teacher asked, everyone was shocked at first, but they all replied, "Yes!" Seeing that everyone is in good spirits, Mr. Cui actually moved the computer and stereo to the classroom. Thinking about the wonderful music in my heart, Teacher Cui also hummed. Suddenly the classroom is full of energy. Seeing the spirits of the students, Teacher Cui read aloud to us in a beautiful tone. Gradually, a beautiful picture emerged in my mind, and dozens of pairs of eyes gradually became one with the teacher.
Every Chinese class taught by Teacher Cui is very colorful. He not only increased our knowledge, but also mobilized students' enthusiasm for learning. Now I know that Chinese class can sing beautiful music like music class and draw colorful colors like art class.
Students, you must like Chinese class as much as I do!
Chapter 5: I like Chinese class. In my school life, I have attended countless various classes. They are like a big ship, carrying me in the ocean of knowledge: some have taught me new knowledge and broadened my horizons; Some taught me to write a composition, which made me think deeply; Others let me know a lot of knowledge that I can't learn in textbooks, which opened my eyes ... In short, these classes have brought me unlimited fun. But if I like anything best, it belongs to Chinese class.
I like Chinese class because I like composition. As the saying goes, reading thousands of volumes, writing like a god. Because I like reading, my writing ability has also been greatly improved. I found it difficult to write a composition. It was Teacher Liu who taught us to find the golden key to open the door of composition, from one text to another. In the sound of reading, we have accumulated language and writing methods; In the training of imitation again and again, we "climbed the shoulders of giants" ... unconsciously, writing is no longer so difficult. I especially like to give lectures on composition evaluation. What a pleasure it is to read my composition to everyone and give it to the teacher for printing! Even if I don't have a chance to go to school, I like listening to my classmates read their compositions. At this time, I will listen carefully and learn from each other while listening. Now each of us has a small notebook in his pocket to remember good words and sentences, because Teacher Liu told us that "a good memory is not as good as a bad writing". Such accumulation can not only cultivate our good habits, but also benefit our composition.
It is my good habit to speak actively in Chinese class, because even if I answer wrong, the teacher will not criticize me. When I raise my hand to answer the question, I am expressing my opinion, which is equivalent to the "new skepticism" in a teacher like this. In Chinese class, every question in Chinese doesn't have one answer like math, but there are many, many, as long as the meaning is right, because there is no accurate answer at all. A word is not only a meaning, but also many, many kinds. Raise your hand in Chinese class, which is something to be proud of. You should sigh like discovering a new continent, because you answered a question about China and a question about China, which proves that you can stand the test of China people.
Chapter 6: My favorite Chinese class that morning, I went to Mr. Zheng's education, and I went to Chinese first. I waited in my seat for the lecture notes. Ah! It's a composition! This is what I hate most! Unusually, this topic asked me to write an activity. I lay quietly on my desk, conceiving my composition and waiting for the bell to ring.
Still the chubby female teacher. I thought she would still read the lecture notes carefully, but she broke the usual classroom rules and said brightly, "Students, let's play a game today!" " "This teacher has always been very serious and rarely smiles at us. When she laughed, we really didn't adapt. Those few seconds were unusually quiet, followed by cheers from the whole class. It turns out that the teacher initiated this activity because of this composition, with ulterior motives and good intentions!
The game is "close your eyes and draw your mouth", although we have played this game for n times. Students can play, so I won't introduce the gameplay! The teacher drew a funny face on the blackboard, and then used pass the parcel's method to choose who drew first. In the rhythmic clapping, the pen stopped in front of me fairly. Hey! It's not bad luck or good luck. I had to bite the bullet and go to the teacher. The teacher smiled and took out two silk scarves from her bag, covering my eyes tightly. The teacher pulled me back and told me to turn around ten times. After that, my mind was completely confused.
I started walking, I don't know. I walked slowly forward, touching my hands in front, for fear of playing a joke in the wrong direction. The students laughed louder and louder. I didn't know what they were laughing at, but then I knew I was sideways because I hit the wall! After many twists and turns, I finally touched the blackboard. According to a little memory just now, I carefully drew a lovely "triangle mouth". Before the teacher took off my silk scarf, I was psychologically prepared, but after taking it off, the result still made me laugh and cry-I spent the most on my forehead!
In this class, although I made a joke, I want to say that I like this interesting Chinese class.