When teacher Li left, the whole class was silent. "Naughty King" Wang Ming walked softly to the podium, ready to turn off the recording key. But just then, a bumblebee flew in. Wang Ming was so startled that he didn't even have time to turn off the recording button and ran back to his seat. The once quite quiet classroom has now become a pot of porridge. Screams, laughter and noise were mixed together, and class cadres rushed to the podium to maintain discipline, but the stinging power of bumblebees was far greater than majesty. Helpless, the class cadres grabbed the broom and "stood up" to drive the wasp out of the classroom.
Although the bumblebee was driven away, the classroom was still a mess. I saw Wang Ming discussing some ideas with some of his friends. Woman Han-is having an argument with a group of boys; Jiao Jiao female'-Tian Tian was bullied by a male classmate and was crying loudly; The class cadres didn't care, and they were busy with their own affairs ... Only that tape recorder was still recording our "criminal" evidence in obscurity. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "The teacher is coming!"
The students seemed to get some instructions, and suddenly the classroom was quiet again. Some do exercises; Some read books; Others are passing small notes.
Miss Li came into the classroom, gave us a look, and then pressed the recording button. We heard a loud noise. The students are dumbfounded, ah! I forgot to turn off the recording!
You can imagine what will happen next ... this is when the teacher is away.
Kounianhua
The years of innocence passed easily. -inscription
The past time passed very leisurely. We can do anything we want after school, which has planted seeds for our character and interest in life.
In spring, I want to fly a kite. I will go to the grassy square alone on a bright afternoon. Because all my friends are burying their own seeds. They are never obsessed with these things, kites, blue sky, white clouds, grass and warm air. I'm fascinated by it. I don't think anyone wants to fly kites with me, step on the soft grass and breathe quietly.
Then I wrote an article that combined those feelings and thoughts for the first time, but I didn't expect it to be affirmed by the Chinese teacher. He read my article in class. I was happy, and then I was sad. Because no one cares about my feelings except the Chinese teacher.
One of my impromptu poems was affirmed by him. He was surprised that it was my poem and lent me a thick modern poem … and so on. And the poem I took out today was changed beyond recognition by the teacher. So I won't take it out. I wonder if he will be so excited after reading my present article.
Unfortunately, I'll never get another chance.
The only picnic in primary school was also in spring, and that day was unforgettable. We cook lunch in the most primitive way. To this day, I still consider myself the person who made the greatest contribution that day. All the dishes I am responsible for frying are delicious. Actually, it wasn't necessarily delicious, but everyone was hungry later. Everyone else washed vegetables and collected firewood, and I was the only one who was smoked to death. Other groups ate noodles, and some didn't eat at all. My good friend's group is hungry. And our group is the only group that eats Chinese food. I held the bowl and watched them eat. I really want to stand up and announce my great achievements loudly and wait for their cheers. Of course, I didn't do that. Later, I lost a chopstick while washing dishes. But the location of the picnic is great. So most of the memories are beautiful and bright rape flowers, water plants and sunshine.
I have a good relationship with that good friend and have reached the point of "interdependence" in others' hearts. We eat fried noodles together in the shop at the school gate every morning. It's very spicy. We went home together after school, went out to play together, and even made the same friends. And I fell in love with spicy food and fruit because I was with her, and the speed of eating fried noodles increased by three times. Life was like this at that time. I sometimes wonder how we can be so persistent, and then I went to participate in the training of the county sports meeting. Go to the square at 6 o'clock every morning and go home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. I haven't been with her for two months. However, it just came. She went home from school alone for two months, so did I, and then it was over and back on track. So our peers can count as two years. Just like dressing, I am used to carrying my schoolbag in the cool morning dew, watching each other running slowly towards me from the top or bottom of the ridge, squinting and smiling faintly (we are both nearsighted). Wait for each other when you pack your schoolbag after school, and then swing home with rambling words in the lazy golden sunshine. I'm surprised that my life is so simple.
The sunshine smiles through the cracks in the leaves, which warms my dreams.
Okay？