In my memory primary school composition 1
In my memory, there are many most unforgettable ones, some make me happy, some make me regret, but all of them are Not my most memorable. In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is not one thing or a playmate, but a lesson, a music lesson that is still fresh in my memory.
In my memory.
In my memory, there are many most unforgettable things, some make me happy, some make me regret, but none of them are the most unforgettable for me. In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is not one thing or a playmate, but a lesson, a music lesson that is still fresh in my memory.
Looking back, that was still two years ago. At that time, I was still in the third grade of elementary school. I'm in class 3. The music teacher liked us very much at that time, and once she asked us to take a public class.
On the day of class, there were many teachers in the singing room to listen to the class. We were shocked after seeing it. After we calmed down, we felt that it was nothing scary anymore. At the beginning, we practiced Qi with the teacher, and the students practiced very hard. Some are sweating profusely while practicing, some practice until their faces turn into red apples, and some practice until they can't breathe. Then we practiced scales, both in the high voice and in the low voice. No matter which part we sang, our singing was very accurate, almost as good as the piano.
Later we started today’s class and learned to sing our school song. The teacher spoke vividly above. First, write the score in chalk and then tell the key parts of the song. While he was talking, he drew out the key parts. After finishing speaking, the teacher played the piano again and taught singing step by step. Some places are more difficult, so the teacher will sing it a few more times, for fear that we won’t know how to sing it. Some places are simpler, the teacher just sings it once and skips it. Not only did the teacher teach well, but we also cooperated well. We all follow the teacher's instructions. When the teacher talks, we pay close attention. When the teacher sings, we immediately listen carefully to the teacher's singing. When the teacher asks us to sing, we sing with the loudest voice.
In this way, we quickly learned this song and were able to sing it well. The bell rang, and we lined up in a long line and walked out of the classroom singing the song we learned today.
That class was the most unforgettable for me. It was like a knife stuck in my mind and remains fresh in my memory. In my memory Primary school composition 2
In the long river of my memory, there are many things that have gradually faded away as I grow older. There is only one thing, but it always remains fresh in my memory, and it is difficult to forget it from my mind...
It was an early winter morning, and the biting cold wind was blowing "whoosh, whoosh" , the weather suddenly turned cold. The wind blew the branches, making a "whisking" sound. Pedestrians on the road are "fully armed." But our faces were filled with joyful smiles, we were full of energy, and we were not afraid of the cold. What's going on?
“Du r> “Du—! "The car made a long beep and stopped slowly at the entrance of Fengxian Growth Garden. It turns out that this time the teacher organized us to celebrate our tenth birthday together! This is unique and different! As soon as we entered, the instructors here were enthusiastic A welcoming ceremony was held for us, and then a variety of expansion activities were carried out. During the activities, everyone showed their talents and talents to the fullest.
Just when we were still full of ideas, we were full of enthusiasm. At this time, the instructor shouted: "It's lunch time! "The food is my favorite barbecue, and we bake it ourselves! In the curling smoke, the brown flames rise, and the strings of food "sizzle" in the flames. Everyone My face was all red and I was so happy. It tasted so good that I was drooling! "Oh, my sausage is on fire!" "Ah, my mutton skewers are still raw!" "Oops, my chicken wings are burnt!" "My..." Screams and laughter echoed one after another over the Changyuan Garden.
In the afternoon, we held a grand ceremony. In the cheerful music, in the blessings of "Happy birthday to you", and in the candlelight, we made beautiful wishes. With a click, a precious photo was born, leaving eternal memories.
For this collective birthday party, the most grateful person is our teacher. How much effort you have put in for us. "The spring silkworm will not run out of silk until it dies, and the wax torch will dry up when it turns to ashes." Teacher, you are the spring silkworm and the candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. The whole class elected me as the representative to present a bouquet of beautiful flowers to our beloved Teacher Wang, and also sent sincere blessings. Every sincere word contains our grateful heart. Teacher, we love you most!
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Beautiful songs brought the ceremony to a climax, and we seemed to be in a sea of ??joy.
At that moment, I really wanted to hold back Father Time and let the happy time stay forever!
Although this incident has passed a long time ago, it left a beautiful landscape in my memory of growing up! In My Memory Primary School Composition 3
Some people say that six years is a long time; some people say that six years is very short; some people say that we grow up when we fall; some people say that we fall behind in pride; some people say that we fall behind in pride; some people say that six years is very short. It is said that we have tasted bitterness and pain; some people say that we live in happiness and joy... But the primary school days will always remain in my memory.
I wonder if you still remember us when we were young and ignorant at that time. In the first grade, everyone met for the first time, and everyone turned into a mimosa; in the second grade, some people gradually spoke boldly; in the third grade, girls and boys each have their own good friends, each guarding the ones they flatter. Friendship; when they reach fourth grade, boys and girls each have their own gangs, and there is a "you hurt me, I will kill you all" momentum; fifth grade comes quietly, and there is a shy atmosphere between boys and girls; Time flies, and we only have the last few months left. We, who were originally sentimental, have become sensible adults, but our friendship has not deteriorated because of the fleeting time... Unknowingly, we From a childish face, she transformed into beautiful butterflies and mature looks. They began to feel reluctant to part with each other, and began to make vows to each other, promising to meet again in a few years.
Colorful student records say goodbye, young faces smile and wave, and exam papers that have been completed are stuffed into the drawer. We once fantasized about flying freely in the sky like a bird, eager to fly higher and farther, fly into the vast blue sky, and harvest more things, but we ignored the partners around us who were flying farther and farther away. .
We have never forgotten the teacher’s teachings. Teachers are like gardeners, constantly giving us a wealth of knowledge; teachers are like woodpeckers, worrying and working for us all the time. When the pleasant teacher gets angry with us for the first time, we know that the teacher is tired; when the teacher punishes us for the first time, we know that the teacher is angry; when the teacher reluctantly reasons to us for the first time, we know that the teacher Tired...but the teachers never gave up on us. Even though they said we were the worst students, they still treated us with kindness. However, when we accuse the teacher behind his back, we never think about whether the teacher sheds more sweat and tears than we do.
The chalk on the blackboard is still being written, the words in the corridor are still echoing in the air, and the sound of games on the playground is endless.
Some people say that six years is a long time; some people say that six years is also very short; some people don’t care about the separation after graduation because they did not expect that our history cannot be found on Baidu.