In the eyes of my little sister, I am a "very knowledgeable" person. Every time I play, she pesters me to tell her stories. This time I had a whim and wanted to teach her to write Chinese characters. "Just write down your name," I said to her.
My little sister is very curious and excited. She sat down carefully, set up her notebook and held a pen, just waiting for me to give orders. Looking at her so serious, I was secretly proud and thought, I am going to shine. I remembered in my mind what the teacher looked like when he taught us, imitating the teacher's teaching. I can teach for a long time, but my little sister still can't learn. The word "Wang Yuchen" is easy for me to write, but it is more difficult for her than to ascend to heaven. With great effort, she finally wrote these three words, but they looked crooked, big and small, and the stroke order was wrong. I can't help it. I have to be patient and teach it again. After repeated practice, she was finally able to write the worker's full name. The whole family praised me, and my heart was sweeter than honey.
It's not easy to be a little teacher. I realized the hardships and hardships that the teacher taught us.
2. Mr. Xiao wrote the unforgettable work of 500 words.
Usually my father always says I'm lazy. This really made me angry, so I decided to do it.
Here's your chance! My grandparents are going to grow vegetables in a vegetable garden by the white river, and my parents are not at home because of something. I quickly encouraged my grandparents to take me with me.
Riding grandpa's sightseeing tricycle, we arrived at our destination soon. * * * I picked up the small shovel I had already prepared and was about to start work. I didn't expect grandma to laugh behind me: "Wait, what are you doing with a toy?"
I looked at the shovel in my hand in surprise. I didn't expect my grandmother to carry a shovel higher than me. It is difficult for me to pick it up, let alone work with it.
Grandma saw my embarrassment and said helplessly, "Forget it, you'd better change it to a smaller size!" " "Say that finish, and carry out a shorter hoe. I took a hoe and started my first labor trip.
First, hoe. I swung my hoe, smashed it into the ground, and then turned it hard, and I dug up a large piece of soil. I also used the side of the hoe to break the clods and loosen them, and then "blasted" the stones out, and then patted the soil loose and soft. At first, I was qualified for this job easily, but the more I worked, the heavier my hoe became, and I had to work hard every time.
It took a lot of effort to finally hoe a large area of land. "Whoosh-"I'm too tired to get up sitting on the ground. Grandma said sadly, "Don't do it, I'll do it." Grandpa disagreed: "Now the child has never suffered, let her come." This sentence hurts me again. There is a tough flame burning in my body, and I don't want to show it.
Turn up another piece of land weakly. Slowly, the sweat dripped through my shirt, one drop, two drops, and the sweat dripped on the ground. I sweated like rain, and really realized the taste of "weeding at noon and sweating the soil".
After grandma's acceptance, my work is qualified. I sighed. At this time, my grandparents brought two boxes of peanuts, which are seeds to be planted.
Grandma took a spade with a sharp mouth and made a series of ditches in the soil. Needless to say, this is the "operational base" of the "Peanut Corps".
Grandpa and I were holding a box, and the peanut soldiers were evenly distributed in the trenches. Grandma covered the peanut corps with a shovel behind us. We brought some well water and made some nutritional supplements for them.
After the whole process, I was so tired that my back ached and my legs cramped, and my clothes wrung out a handful of water. I almost collapsed on the tricycle, my limbs ached, my back was almost stiff, and I couldn't make any effort. At this time, my parents came by car. Dad exclaimed: "Hey, my Miss Jiao can actually hoe the ground, which is not simple!" " ! When peanuts bear fruit, they are definitely not delicious! "
A green scene in the field suddenly appeared in my mind, and peanuts swaying in the wind seemed to thank me! Thought of here, all my efforts suddenly vanished. ...
This labor made me understand the hardships of cultivation; This labor made me realize the true meaning of "every grain is hard"; I will never forget this work!
3. My classmate Mahan, Hui nationality, has a small nose. He has a pair of big eyes under a pair of thick black knife-shaped eyebrows, but it's too dark. Everyone nicknamed him "Mahebony".
Maheitan is our team leader. He is conscientious and strict with us. We are all a little afraid of him and call him "Mr. Xiao" behind his back.
Mahan came to school early every day, collected and sorted out the team members' homework one by one, and then began to check it carefully. Later, he called Sue and told him that the format was wrong and asked him to take it back and rewrite it. After a while, I called Bai Yutian and asked him to correct the typos in his exercise book. Seeing him swaggering as if he were really a teacher, we were angry and helpless. Today, he called me again, saying that my handwriting was too sloppy and asked me to take it back and rewrite it. I replied unconvinced: "Hum, we have practiced Chinese characters, and our writing is definitely better than yours!" " He handed me the exercise book without saying a word. Ah, I'm shocked. His handwriting is so beautiful that the whole exercise book is neat and clean. I was ashamed and quietly took my exercise book.
Write an article about my experience when I was young. The loud crowing of chickens and the crisp chirping of birds finally dispelled the fog in the treetops and awakened the sleeping mountain village!
Gradually, rose-like purple appeared in the eastern sky. The surrounding clouds change from light cyan to orange, and orange to orange!
Suddenly, the sky seemed to be covered with gold powder, and everything turned red and gold. Forest slopes, fields, birds ... are all covered with colorful colors, and the stars and the moon are gradually fading away.
Look, the sky is getting redder and brighter. The whole body of the sun jumped out of the horizon, so dazzling, so dazzling. Finally, the mountain village unveiled her hazy veil and showed its beautiful posture in front of people!
Look, under the careful description of the sun, the village smoke has turned into a golden yellow ribbon. Dewdrops are dripping on the trees, the grass is dancing in the breeze, and the river is rippling in the sun, emitting dazzling light, which puts a layer of holy brilliance on the girls who go out to market!
The sun is rising, the tractor rumbles at the entrance of the village, and people's laughter is endless. The sheep went to the hillside, the ducks and geese jingled to the pond, the dolls went to school happily with their schoolbags on their backs, and the industrious people went to the fields with plows and did their own things.
Oh, the morning in the mountain village is really charming!
In the late autumn morning, the misty and faint morning fog covered the earth with a mysterious veil. When the morning fog cleared, the sun jumped out, giving off warm and soft light, which dyed the white clouds golden yellow. Those clouds are swaying and gesticulating, and some are like lively and smart little rabbits, holding big radishes happily; Some are like naughty monkeys doing inverted dragonflies; Some are like horses kicking their legs ... Oh, this vast sky is like a natural zoo.
On the hillside, rows of pine trees and cypresses are more energetic and upright in the late autumn season not far from winter, standing like sentries in the rustling autumn wind!
5. Teacher Xiao's Tenth Five-Year Plan aims to learn the composition "Teacher Xiao's Tenth Five-Year Plan aims to learn" 20 16 The first preliminary contest of Hunan Youth Chinese Studies Competition, as a continuation and development of the activities of Chuanshan Cultural Summer Camp in Hengyang County, is a trial contest for participating in Hunan Youth Chinese Studies Competition.
There are five teams participating in this competition: Jin Lan Central Middle School Team, Guanghua Middle School Team, Zhengyang Middle School Team, Xi Du Middle School Team and Yanbei Zhongke Experimental School Team. Through the competition, a team will be selected to participate in the rematch held in Hengyang on February 23, 65438.
The purpose of holding such competitions is to inherit and carry forward the excellent Chinese traditional culture, further encourage young people to learn Chinese classics, and improve their cultural literacy, moral quality and cultural self-confidence.
Competition content and links
This competition is divided into five parts: question and answer, quick eye, race against time, last stop and final. The contents of the competition are all related to Chinese studies, including Chinese characters, idioms, poems, ancient prose, important historical facts, traditional etiquette and other excellent traditional cultural knowledge. At the beginning of the required answer session, the atmosphere on the court was already very tense.
Player's style on the court
On the field, the contestants actively used their knowledge of Chinese studies to answer questions, striving to give full play to their best level, and also fully demonstrated their profound knowledge of Chinese studies. It is understood that "Mr. Xiao" refers to an outstanding teenager who has reached the age of fifteen, loves learning, understands Chinese studies and understands Chinese studies, and has the temperament of "Mr."
6. That Mr. xx wrote 600 words for Mr. Lao She.
In my mind, Mr. Lao She is immortal, and I often miss him deeply. Because Mr. Lao She is a famous modern writer I met for the first time in my life. He is the only writer with the closest connection in my literary editing career. Lao She's death is the greatest writer who shocked me the most.
In order to have a deeper understanding of Camel Xiangzi in the new society, Lao She, accompanied by me and the cadres of the Transportation Bureau, visited Beijing Railway Station and other tricycle stations for many times. In the simple wooden house, Lao She and the workers sat on a bench, laughing and laughing. The workers scrambled to answer Lao She's questions. Lao She listened carefully and made a brief record. After a while, Lao She wrote the first act of a new play, taking me and the actors in the art world, including Xiang Li who played Xiangzi, to his house and listening to him read the script. To tell the truth, I didn't hear the expected teahouse taste, and Xiang Li and others were silent. Lao She stroked the manuscript paper and couldn't help sighing: "I went on, but how can I write it?" Later, he lamented to me: "It is popular to shoot wild ducks now (there was a drama" Don't forget "that matched the political task at that time, and an important plot in the drama was to shoot wild ducks), so we couldn't write this kind of thing." Lao She never wrote again, and he didn't let his pen be wrapped in the wind and rain with struggle as the key link. And he himself, two years later, was involved in the unprecedented "cultural revolution" that destroyed and destroyed human nature, was beaten and was * * *. Ghosts run wild, and demons dance wildly. What happened to the world? On the shore of Taiping Lake, I thought about it all night. He became Qu Yuan in the 20th century for the sake of dignity, integrity and awakening future generations.
The Cultural Revolution forced a group of honest people to commit suicide. What puzzled me most was Mr. Lao She. Among modern writers, he is the only master who has won the title of People's Artist. More than ten days after the founding of New China, he hurried back from overseas. As soon as he set foot on his native land, he said, "I can't help crying." He once said: "I keep an eye on the society and always want my pen to catch up with the current trend." He loves the motherland, the people, the working people and the social trends. Immediately after returning to China, he wrote Longxugou, praising the people and improving the living conditions in slums. In order to match the situation, he wrote all kinds of impromptu scripts, whether they can be circulated or not. He promised to write a new version of Camel Xiangzi, not just to praise the society. At that time, society drove him to a desperate situation, and he was most loyal to the new society. At that time, he was not famous internationally. 1968 Nobel Prize in Literature nominated and voted by secret ballot. Lao She is the first choice. Mr Lao She belongs to China, the world, the history and the future. Born in China and educated, you must know Lao She, read Camel Xiangzi, and visit teahouses. Mr. Wang's character articles are the cultural treasures of the Chinese nation. In people's minds, Lao She is immortal.
Mr. EQ has grown up, and I remember how to write about my school.
Early in the morning, I came to school with the morning glow and a brisk pace, humming a song.
The first thing you see is the flag-raising platform in front of the teaching building. The bright five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and two cedars stand beside the flag platform, defending the red flag like two soldiers. There are two large flower ponds on both sides of the pine tree, which are full of Chinese rose flowers of various colors, pink like rosy clouds in the sky, white like jade, red like a burning flame, and behind the flower ponds is a row of neat teaching buildings. There are eight characters written on the guardrail of the two-story teaching building. The students are reading aloud in the classroom. When the bell rang, the students flew out of the classroom like a group of happy birds. The campus suddenly boiled. Some students play basketball, some bungee jump and some play football.
Across the corridor, there is the first-grade classroom. There are seven or eight buttonwood trees in front of the classroom, covering the whole yard. In summer, we can enjoy the cool below, and in winter, it can shelter us from the wind and snow. Go back and you will find the orchard. There are pear, peach and apple trees in the garden. In spring, pear trees are blooming with snow-white flowers, but peach blossoms are not weak, revealing pink cheeks, and apple trees are relatively simple. It just silently gestates its fruit. In summer, peach trees bear big and red peaches, like the smiling faces of classmates. In autumn, the apple trees are covered with red apples, and the pear trees are covered with big pears from Huang Chengcheng. Take a sweet bite and you won't be able to talk for a long time.
Is our school shining? You must visit our school!
It's a beautiful place, a place where I know a lot of truth. It is my school-Qidu Central Primary School.
Walking into the campus, you see a big garden, which is divided into two places, one on the left and the other on the right. There is a rockery in the middle of the garden on the left, which is made of many stones. Although not as grotesque as the stones in Guilin, they are also very strange. Tall stones are like human fingers, which is very interesting. The garden scenery on the right is also beautiful, and the cobblestone path is quite comfortable to walk on! There are lawns on both sides of the road. The short grass is hairy and cute. There are also some trees planted in the lawn, such as Cycas, Maple, Willow, Osmanthus fragrans and Lagerstroemia indica, which add interest to the beautiful campus. Walking down, we can see four tall and straight poplars, who are always guarding our campus like guards. Looking up, I saw a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, and there were small trees on both sides of the flag. When the breeze blows, the national flag is like the conductor of small trees, directing them to sing and dance. Behind the national flag is the monument of our school. There are two flower beds behind the school monument. The flowers in the flower bed are colorful, including red, white and pink ... very beautiful. Butterflies danced on it as if they were in a fairyland. Further on, it is a corridor. Walking in it, the sweet sound of reading will make you intoxicated. On both sides of the playground, leafy trees are neatly arranged on the edge of the playground. The playground is the cradle of athletes, a paradise for students to play and an indispensable place for athletes. There is a dense jujube tree in the middle of the playground. In spring, the leaves of jujube trees are green, and the thick branches spread out around, like a big green mulberry blowing in the autumn wind, and the leaves fall to the ground one by one, like yellow butterflies. In addition to the huge jujube trees on the playground, there are rows of osmanthus trees like soldiers beside them, guarding our campus. In late autumn, osmanthus trees grow golden flowers, which are osmanthus. If raindrops hit osmanthus, osmanthus will fall, just like the next osmanthus rain. Osmanthus fragrans fell to the ground, and the ground was like a golden carpet. It was soft and fragrant when you stepped on it. As soon as the bell rang, the students flew out of the classroom like happy birds and came to the playground. Some of them read books, some play games and some jump rope. .
School is a sacred place, which allows us to open the treasure house of wisdom; It can bring us laughter; He can give us moral support. School, what a desirable place!
8. Life and teacher are two closely related words in the composition "Little Teacher of Life". It can even be said that life is a teacher, always educating us and testing us.
On my eighth birthday, my aunt bought me a brand-new bike, red, with two big tires. It is exquisite in structure and elegant in shape.
When I was happy, my father said to me, "Bicycles are not just for appreciation. Learn to control them. "
"What is this? Three times five divided by two, I learned. No, look. " I am proud to say.
"Look at you, it's not as simple as you think." Dad seems to deliberately provoke me to say.
I rode up without hesitation, only to hear a bang. I fell heavily on the ground, and suddenly there was a big blood bag on my knee, which made my tears spin in my eyes. I'm really sorry.
"See you get carried away? The more seemingly simple things, the more you should study hard. Get up and insist on studying hard! "
My father helped me ride slowly forward. I scared my father to suddenly let go. I turn my head from time to time to see if my father has let go. My father said to me, "Don't look at me, look ahead." Well, this time I listened to my father and kept looking forward. Unconsciously, I rode faster and faster. I turned around and saw that my father had let go. This turn doesn't matter, only to find that my father let go, which scared me. Dad quickly shouted "pay attention to the front!" I tripped over a stone before I could turn around.
"What a broken bike, I won't learn it."
"Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it." Dad encouraged me to say.
I don't know how many times I fell and broke my skin, but I finally learned to ride a bike.
As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning." But if we study hard, we will succeed.
If everyone can gain knowledge in life, life will become better.
9. As the material of China's classical poems, Ye Jiaying's short stories are a bright pearl in China's history and culture and a unique language art in the world. Poetry expresses friendship with words, which is the highest expression of Chinese character culture and the artistic treasure of Chinese civilization for thousands of years. In this materialistic society, under the flashing neon lights and on busy roads, it is inevitable that selfish desires will disturb your heart and your mind will be dead. Then let's immerse ourselves in the feminine taste of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and talk about wine and night with the deep souls lurking in all ages. And the profound words flowing in various scenes, blending with each other, pouring out life and blooming in beautiful nights.
By reading Ye Jiaying's Seventeen Lectures on Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties, we can better wander in the ocean of poetry and explore a kind of quaint and local beauty contained in poetry, just like walking through mottled bluestone slabs and winding small stone bridges in a quiet Jiangnan town and smelling a faint fragrance in the drizzle.
She said that I grew up in suffering, and with my suffering, it was China's classical poems that gave me ideals and strength. From 65438 to 0924, Ye Jiaying was born in a scholarly family in Beijing. Under the influence of her parents, she especially likes China's classical poems. 17 years old was admitted to the Chinese Department of Fu Jen Catholic University. At this time, she deeply realized the vitality and wisdom of life contained in classical poetry, and this life was destined to be accompanied by poetry books. In 1960s, Ye Jiaying was a visiting professor at Harvard University and Michigan State University. She integrated western literary theory into the teaching and research of China's poems, and formed her own system. 1979, Ye Jiaying, who had been wandering overseas for many years, resolutely chose to return to China to teach. At the age of sixty-six, he was still serious and responsible for his research, and mentioned Quan Quan's poems in his poems. She said
"The blow of suffering can be a reminder, but it can also be an exercise." We don't mean to see through the world of mortals, but sometimes we really want to see through some distractions and gain greater spiritual freedom at the cost of having to bear some unbearable pain for ordinary people, and we must support ourselves in pain and not fall down.
There are ideal literati in China's cultural tradition, often intellectuals with a long way to go. We must be independent and help the world. If you see that a precious cultural tradition is dying, as a person who knows its value and significance, there will inevitably be an unspeakable pain. With this kind of pain, Ye Jiaying shoulders all the responsibilities and does a solid job in inheritance and development.
I am not sensitive, but I am sincere.
Seventeen Lectures on Tang and Song Ci is a recording arrangement of Ye Jiaying's lectures in various places for many years. "Generally speaking, I don't have the habit of preparing speeches for lectures. This is not only because of my lazy habit, but also because I used to have a prejudice that improvisation in class can better reflect the infinite vitality of poetry. If I write it down first, I think I will die. " All her life, she likes to "make a living with a lifeless consciousness and live an optimistic life with a pessimistic mood."
I will discuss this book from three aspects: Liu Yong, Yan Fengji and Su Shi by Ye Jiaying.
Several other songs broke my heart-Liu Yong
10. What did the PE teacher help you? Use a composition to describe sincere friendship. Friendship is caring, friendship is mutual assistance, friendship is spring breeze, friendship is warm current, and friendship is the driving force for progress.
In my association with my good friend Yu, I tasted sincere friendship. It was an oral composition contest.
In the preliminary round, she was the representative of the Chinese section in the class. Be responsible for recording time ―― press the stopwatch.
I quietly told her to be tolerant of me and give me more time. After all, my composition is too long. She didn't show any emotion. I thought she had acquiesced.
I am confident of winning the first place. "Go!" She solemnly announced.
I kept talking, and before I finished, I heard a bang, and she actually pressed the stopwatch on time. Of all people, only me, working overtime! I am so embarrassed! So sad! I was very angry at her behavior.
What a good friend, this little help, led me to make a fool of myself in full view and let me fall into the abyss. I firmly decided not to be friends with her! I ignored her for the next few days.
She has noticed. She tried to give me an explanation several times, but I always ignored it and left.
Because I have given up hope on her, our friendship no longer exists. But she always wants me to give her a chance to explain.
The true meaning of friendship "The best thing in life is his friendship with others." This is a sentence that Lincoln said, and I naturally agree with it.
Because, when you are proud, you can use your friends' advice to prevent pride; When you are frustrated, with the encouragement of your friends, you will enhance your courage and confidence in overcoming difficulties. When you are slack, under the supervision of your friends, you will advance with victory and struggle endlessly. My friendship with Zhang Hang made me understand the true meaning of friendship.
Once, I quarreled with a classmate, and the more noisy it became, the worse it became. Finally, we got into a fight. I grabbed his hair and he grabbed my clothes. I bit his hand and he scratched my face. Many students gathered around to watch the fun, only good friend Zhang Hang rushed over to try to separate us.
Then Zhang Hang helped me to the infirmary to treat the wound. He helped me downstairs step by step, and I was speechless when I looked at him.
When I arrived at the infirmary, I saw him sweating profusely. After my wound was healed, I asked Zhang Hang inexplicably, "Why did you dissuade me when everyone else was watching you?"? Still struggling to take me to the infirmary to deal with the wound? " Zhang Hang said, "Because we are friends."
"Then why don't you help me hit that man?" Zhang Hang solemnly said: "True friendship is based on adhering to principles. We can't be influenced by the loyalty of our brothers. People who talk about brotherhood often don't talk about principles and twists and turns. "
This sentence moved me very much. I think: friendship is as important as friends are.
As long as we carry forward Chinese virtues, put friendship first, unite and help each other, Zhang Ming will help Xiaogang today, and Xiaogang will help Xiao Ning tomorrow, then a harmonious campus will be like spring all the year round, bright flowers will be incomparably brilliant, young trees will grow into towering pillars, and a beautiful tomorrow will be wonderful. Innocent Friendship A friend who is very close to you is about to die. If you knew you could save him with your life, but he would eventually forget you, would you do such a thing? Maybe you won't, but the hero in the novel did.
This novel is about a pair of very close friends who often play carefree together. One day, a friend knew that another friend had an incurable disease and wanted to get well soon. He found a magician and the magician told him, "If you become a butterfly, your friend can live for more than two years!" " But after three years, you have to be the same again. "My friend promised the magician that he would become a butterfly, and his illness gradually improved. At the end of three years, a friend's illness can be cured in three months. At this time, he made the final decision: to give up the opportunity to become a man for his friends and become a butterfly forever.
With the blessing of the butterfly, his friend recovered. What a touching novel this is. It can be said that the friendship between two friends in this article can't be described in words. It is a real friendship, but the friendship exchanged for honor and money is not a pure friendship at all.
If no one in the story wants to become a butterfly, then his friend will lose his life. My good friend Wang Chen and I are true friends, because we have become good friends through frequent cooperation, mutual help and mutual improvement.
We read together, study together, discuss problems together, play games together, share happiness and sadness together, and grow up in happiness. We are moved by the pure friendship of a butterfly, and we are proud of my sincere friendship with Wang Chen.
Is the world of desire and friendship as dull as we see it? No, from a Friday night, Angie, a girl living in Shanghai, completely changed her mind: strange questions about strange girls, unknown creatures walking underground, teenagers flying in through the window, and old doctors living in mysterious forests. Black powder, a figure from all walks of life appeared on the scene, flying in the sky and running underground, everywhere. She took part in an incredible adventure with five partners from different countries and came into contact with a strange underground world. Why is this happening? It turns out that everything is because of a flying potion invented by the sleepwalking inventor Dr. Mai ... In the underground full of magma, what I hate most is the devil in the East Factory.
A group of weirdos who are good at illusion live deeper underground. I like to make deals with people on the ground. When people on the ground have strong desires, goblins will know, and then in exchange for various conditions, satisfy people's desires.
Actually, I hate humans, not demons. The existence of the earth demon is not without reason. The earth demon only appears with human will.
This shows that some people eat what is in the bowl and look at what is in the pot. But greedy people have no good results after all.
Just like Mr. Gu in it, he made a deal with the demon for fame and fortune, sold his soul, and finally got nothing. Jay is carrying Angie in the passage of the Cave of Death. A demon old woman wants to take Angie away from sleeping under anesthesia.
Jay didn't say anything. Finally, she reached out and let the old witch suck enough blood before letting Angie go. Angie woke up when Jay lost a lot of blood. She began to cry when she saw Jay like this.
At this moment, the goblin boy appeared, Angie.