I am in a hurry with the story composition of No.1 Middle School 1. One year has passed since my three-year junior high school career. In this way, I walked through the years, and suddenly looked back at the footprints of this year, which were deep and shallow, recording the bits and pieces of my life in a middle school.
Principal Kengqiang
Before I entered my junior high school career, I heard that No.1 Middle School was a female principal, and I was in awe: the principals of ordinary schools are all men, so it seems that the principals of No.1 Middle School are really strong women! I can't help sighing. In one year's study and life, I know more and more about the headmaster. Our headmaster is a loud voice and speaks forcefully, especially when he speaks. Sometimes, he explains the recent situation and existing problems of the school clearly without taking the manuscript, which makes teachers and students admire him very much. Besides, our headmaster is very amiable. I still remember when I was in military training, the headmaster often cooked for the students and ate with us. In the talent show, the principal cheered for the students who performed; When we went to Beishan to paint, the headmaster painted with us and took photos with us kindly ... Our headmaster propped up the blue sky in No.1 Middle School. I like the headmaster's cheerful personality, and I also like a sentence she once taught us: "Health is the foundation of a person, and health is as important as academic performance." This sentence deeply aroused my "lazy cancer", just like a star on my growing road. Yes, learning is very important, but without a healthy body, everything is zero. Thanks to the headmaster's words, I must exercise more and exercise well in the future in order to have a healthy body.
Teach my teacher over and over again
In one year's campus life, the teachers who get along with me day and night can be described as sui generis: the math teacher is expressive, the Chinese teacher is witty, the English teacher is meticulous, the political teacher is humorous, the history teacher is approachable, the geography teacher is amiable, and the biology teacher is glib ... We are active in thinking in math class, savoring classics in Chinese class, exchanging oral English in English class, caring about state affairs in political class and reliving the past in history class. Every class is full of fun, and every day's classroom life is full of vitality.
Ding Dong Campus
It is under the guidance of the purpose of all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique that the campus culture of No.1 Middle School is rich and colorful. Every year, there are hardware activities such as "Golden Bailing", "Golden Finger", "Golden Microphone", "Golden Peacock" and "Golden Brush", cultural and artistic festivals and emotional competitions. These activities not only show students' specialties, but also promote our all-round development of body and mind. I remember I signed up for the "Golden Finger" competition. On the day of the competition, I watched the wonderful performances of the students on the stage. Usually it's "Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger". I didn't expect that they all had a skill. I can't help but get nervous, very scared, my heart is pounding and I am shaking all over. I'm worried that if I don't play well, or if I forget to score, I'll be embarrassed in front of all the teachers and students. What should I do? Suddenly, the host read my name, and it was my turn to go on stage. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm my heart. My hand touched the strings and began to play. At first, my heart was pounding, like a deer, and I was covered in cold sweat. Playing a few wrong notes in a row, I secretly cheered myself up: don't be afraid, be calm. My stiff hands gradually relaxed and I played the music skillfully. After a while, the song ended and thunderous applause rang out from the audience. Thank the school for providing me with the opportunity to show my talents, so that I can overcome my fear and myself and increase my courage. At the same time, it also inspired me to make progress despite difficulties and "be fearless" on the stage.
Now, in my upcoming junior high school career, I have the honor to celebrate the 60th birthday of my alma mater. I want to send my most sincere blessing: Happy birthday to my alma mater! You are like a mother's arms. You once raised my parents, and now you have raised me. In your arms, I have thrived, experienced ups and downs, experienced profound teachings, experienced fears and setbacks, and tasted gains and happiness. I will live up to your expectations, study hard and work hard. Today, I am proud of you, and tomorrow, you will be proud of me!
The second part of my story with No.1 Middle School was raining in Mao Mao, and a wisp of light smoke rose slowly from the tree and floated in the gray sky. Like a dream, like a fog, like a picture scroll spreading on the rippling pool surface, floating up and down leisurely. ...
( 1)
One afternoon six years ago, I quietly walked into the gate of No.1 Middle School, and in front of me was a sleeping campus. Clean old buildings, clean roads and large areas of greening. There are many green trees in this school! I sighed in a small and naive heart. In fact, compared with the primary school, my parents' compound and the places I often visit, the towering trees tremble in the wind and gently pull my heart with sudden respect. The ideal school is also like this, as if a quiet scholar was sorting out his sleeves at a stone table and then looking at the yellowed book in his hand.
It was half a month before junior high school. I came quietly, walked quietly and quietly planted a seed of hope in my heart.
Another breeze is blowing. I sniffed it gently and smelled the fragrance of green leaves rubbing against each other. I still remember the feeling of entering No.1 Middle School for the first time. I also feel sorry for those giant pines that were knocked down due to construction. That quiet green, from the first day, took root in the warm and humid soil and never left.
(2)
The door is crowded with parents and vehicles to take the exam. The campus is full of anxious or excited faces. I carry my schoolbag with grievances and shuttle through the crowd to find it. My father insisted on not letting me in. He insisted that I walk alone in a strange crowd, find the examination room by myself, and then go home by myself after the exam.
I finally climbed to the third floor, stepped on the creaking wooden floor and came to my seat. The invigilator is a kind old gentleman. His calm voice gave me a lot of comfort. I am still surrounded by unfamiliar faces of my peers. My mood is much calmer.
Xiaoshengchu is the day when I really mature and grow up. After the exam, I breathed the air heartily and felt like a clumsy caterpillar crawling in trembling. However, I spun silk and cocooned quickly on a reference morning. There is a voice in my heart crying for change, eager to become a real middle school student and fly high in the campus of No.1 Middle School.
(3)
I like that little "biological park". Every compulsory labor in junior high school is spent there.
The iron fence with the bronze sign of "BiologyGarden" is never locked. Maybe people know that locking can't lock the colorful spring in that garden.
Walking around the back of the canteen, I saw many dark ferns, and secretly put their serrated arms out of the fence, as if eager to know you. So I walked in from the front door with joy, but I was shocked by the small world inside. The overgrown road is densely covered with pebbles, with smiling irises on one side and many nameless flowerpots. The greenhouse is filled with hot air with the smell of fertilizer, and the delicate plants seem to love this home and stretch their arms lazily.
All the girls in the class are crowded here. Our only task is to move out the flowerpots in the greenhouse one by one. So we lined up and distributed flowerpots one by one. I was immersed in laughter all afternoon.
When I was a freshman, we put Bonnie in foster care here.
The origin of "Little Rabbit" is quite interesting. A classmate found 10 yuan in the classroom, so he proposed to keep a Bunny.
I still remember that warm scene. After the activity class, the little guy was taken to the grass in the teaching building to eat grass. Running around dirty and happy. The girl squatted down and touched it with her hand, and her eyes were full of love.
However, one day, the gardener told us that "Little Rabbit" was taken away by wild cats. We were silent. All the worries have come true. We can't help feeling sad. "Bunny" is our most direct contact with the school. It lives in a biological park, and the campus is its home. I can imagine every night when we go home with our schoolbags on our backs. Campus is its world. It runs heartily, passing through every rose bush and every meadow. But he died after all. The biological park finally disappeared. What stands there now is a brand-new dormitory building. I often look at it and lose my mind. I don't understand why we should tear down the biological park. After all, this is such a magical place that we can enjoy happiness at work. It is also the home of rabbits, a garden full of love.
(4)
Walking into the campus in the morning is the most comfortable thing. Several dark green cakes stood neatly on the roadside lawn and looked very attractive. I like May best, the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. After a spring rain, the ground is full of fallen English. Standing on the branches and blowing gently is impromptu romance. In summer, pomegranates wear orange short skirts and stand on the roadside smiling. With the autumn wind, the fragrance of osmanthus is blowing, and the fragrance is as sweet as osmanthus Lantern Festival.
The swing in front of the playground is always creaking. She announced loudly that the dance had begun. So the trees on the side mentioned the Ye Mao skirt one after another. Summer is the busiest. Wisteria poured down from the grape trellis happily. Mulberries crackled in front of the gymnasium, smashing ripe fruits. Cicadas are hoarse and sparrows are twittering in the branches.
There are also students who occasionally appear in the stone group to concentrate on sketching, and the never-ending sound of playing on the basketball court ...
I am often surprised to find myself addicted to these corners now. Compared with busy study and life, they always have a good time. They smiled and said, "I have been here for a long time." In their eyes, we are just passers-by. Therefore, only they know the secret of time. They have been silently maintaining the beautiful face of No.1 Middle School.
(5)
Dreams disappear in the sun. The sun rises, overlooking the campus and No.1 Middle School. I will live here for six years. A ray of golden light shines on my eyebrows-it is an angel of hope from the sky, but also for me and the beautiful campus.
I am in No.1 Middle School. Story composition 3 "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond ..." In the classroom, there is a loud sound of students reading. I can't help but think of the little things I got along with my classmates at school this year: we listened carefully in class, raised our hands actively and studied together; They also run, chase and play together on the green grass under the blue sky. Su Shi's famous saying, "Those who have achieved great things in ancient times are not only talented, but also determined to persevere" has become our motto, hanging on the spotless wall of the classroom, and whenever we encounter difficulties in learning, we will take a look to motivate ourselves. This effect is really good, and we have all made great progress.
Although we have only been together for a short year, I deeply feel the teacher's love for my classmates, the deep friendship between classmates and the enthusiasm for learning, which are printed in my mind.
Once, there was an unfortunate news from high school: a big brother in high school unfortunately got cancer, but his father died and only his mother took him to school. Therefore, the school held a fund-raising activity, so that every student volunteered to pay and dedicate their love. When the students in our class heard this, they all frowned, sympathized with the big brother, and more importantly, thought about how to help him. When I came home from school that day, I wanted to ask my parents for money, but on second thought, I was helping others and should solve it myself. So, I took out my piggy bank, poured out my usual coins and counted them several times, which happened to be 70 yuan. I took it all to the canteen downstairs and changed it into whole money, ready to donate it all.
The next day, I went to school and solemnly handed over the money to the life Committee. I hope it helps. To my surprise, most students in the class use their own pocket money. They rushed to the life Committee, as if afraid that they could not help. A classmate generously donated 100, and all his classmates gave him a favorable look, but he said modestly that it was proper to help others, and there was nothing worthy of praise. Through this incident, I felt the enthusiasm and helpfulness of my classmates. The school is like a big family. All the students are brothers and sisters. We are very happy to help each other.
Not only do students get along well with each other, but teachers are also very good to their classmates. They often take time out to help us evaluate our homework and review what we have learned all day.
In a dictation before the mid-term exam, our English was very poor, and most students only got more than 70 points. Teacher Zhu, who teaches English, left us all in the afternoon and took pains to tell us again, and also told us how to recognize phonetic symbols and recite words. Some students don't know how to raise their hands to ask questions She will speak more patiently and carefully until each of us understands. After school that day, I stayed to help the students on duty clean up. Walking to the garbage bag in the office, I saw that Mr. Zhu was still trying to correct our papers. Teacher Zhu has really done too much for us. We should study hard to repay her.
My school, No.1 Middle School, is a school worthy of my pride. I have learned a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth here. She is like an airplane, full of hope, leading us to a bright future. If life when I first entered middle school is a blank sheet of paper, then this blank sheet of paper must be covered with colorful balloons and flowers, recording one story after another here. I love my school, my alma mater-No.1 Middle School!