In study, work, and life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Composition is the transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that one can understand to development. The transformation of external language forms into external language forms that have standardized grammatical structures and can be understood by others. So, how to write an essay? The following is my favorite Chinese class composition (selected 10 articles) that I have collected for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. My Favorite Chinese Class Essay 1
I have benefited a lot from taking Chinese classes for seven years, but my most unforgettable and favorite Chinese class remains the same.
It was a Chinese class in the sixth grade of elementary school. The teacher asked us to hold a debate on the theme of "Is it beneficial to open the book?" The boys were on the opposite side, and the view was "It is not necessarily beneficial to open the book"; while the girls For the right side, the view is that "opening the book will definitely be beneficial." There are five people in each team. And among them, I am also included.
As soon as I came to the podium, I felt the strong smell of gunpowder in the debate - both the opposition and the pros were busy preparing, whispering, but their eyes were still sparkling.
With the teacher’s order, the debate officially began. The boy's classmate A was the first to speak: "Good books can make people bad, so how can we say that reading books will definitely be beneficial?" The girl's classmate A immediately retorted: "'Books are like medicine, and good reading can cure stupidity.' There are good and bad books, but if you can tell them apart, it is equivalent to a good medicine." At this time, the man's classmate B said calmly: "Yes, Liu Xiang said, 'Books are still good. Medicine, good reading can cure stupidity, but since it is medicine, it may be good medicine or poison." This was said in a logical manner, and the teacher on the side nodded in agreement.
But the girl’s classmate B showed no signs of weakness and said without hesitation: "It depends on whether you have the ability to discern! As long as you have the ability to discern, books can only be good for people!" "That also has to go through. Long-term training!" Our classmate A blurted out. Suddenly, the teacher interrupted the debate: "Classmate A is wrong. How can we need long-term training to distinguish the quality of books?"
Before we could react, Classmate A retorted: "Then why do people still commit crimes because of books?" "Then, can you please provide evidence?" said the woman's classmate C. At this time, Classmate A was speechless.
When we were in a dilemma, I said: "But no matter what, there are good books and bad books! Then there is no guarantee that opening the book will be beneficial! This is too absolute!" Now The woman became speechless.
Next, the two parties discussed how to study, where to study, how to combine reading with learning and other issues.
The debate has come to an end, but my heart is still excited.
Looking back on the debate that year, it was really hearty! I think this is how learning and discussion should be, and you can express your opinions freely. So, this is my favorite Chinese class! My Favorite Chinese Class Essay 2
In the examination room, when I saw the essay title, my thoughts returned to the Chinese class that impressed me deeply——
Class As soon as the bell rang, the classroom became noisy. The students nervously memorized "I Love This Land" they learned yesterday. I looked nervously at the door while memorizing, praying that the teacher would come later.
At this time, the Chinese teacher stepped into the classroom, and I was extremely nervous: "It's over, I have forgotten everything I memorized this morning. It will be terrible if I ask questions later."
The teacher cleared his throat and everyone's reciting stopped. Sure enough, the teacher said: "Let's check the text recitation." His sharp eyes mixed with a little encouragement scanned the whole class. The classroom was silent, even quieter than during self-study. I glanced around secretly. Everyone's heads almost dropped to the table, looking at books nervously. The teacher suddenly said again: "I will recite today, and the students will ask me questions."
Our heads were raised in an instant, and our eyes were all turned to the teacher, Monk Du Zhanger - Touch No idea. I cast a questioning look at my colleague, and she whispered: "What kind of medicine is the teacher selling in the gourd?"
The teacher continued: "Recitation has always been a difficulty for the students. There was a question during morning reading today. My classmates asked me if the teacher always asked the students to memorize it, could I memorize it? I suddenly realized that in order for the students to memorize it, the teacher must first set an example, so I decided to recite this lesson. ” < /p>
We suddenly became excited, looked at the textbook carefully, and checked whether there were any mistakes in the teacher's recitation.
"If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat." The teacher's charming voice echoed in the classroom, and we were brought into a new world of poetry. In this world, there are poets who have a deep love for their motherland, a hatred for the invaders, a deep love for the motherland that was ravaged by Japan, and a passion to devote themselves to the country?
After the teacher has finished memorizing, we Everyone was still immersed in the emotional recitation. Later, thunderous applause erupted in the classroom. A pleasant smile bloomed on the teacher's face. At this time, outside, the wind rustled and the birds chirped.
This is my favorite Chinese class. My Favorite Chinese Class Essay 3
The morning breeze blows, and the branches are covered with dew. Ah, it is another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not as thick and beautiful as the fog in Mount Emei, nor is it as beautiful, distant and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan Mountain. But what I appreciate most is the fog in my hometown.
My hometown is located at the foothills of Kuaiji Mountain among the lofty mountains. There are many mountains, thousands of rocks and thousands of valleys competing for water. The fog here has its own unique charm.
The fog in my hometown is beautiful and simple. Is it as white as Ruixue? It's not. It is slightly gray in the white and bluish in the white, which is much more beautiful than white snow. But isn't it? The thick fog sleeps among the green mountains and beautiful waters, absorbing the aura of the mountain vegetation. Why don't you dress it up more beautifully? Such white fog is only suitable for the countryside. It is difficult for any painting master to adjust it, right? The fog in my hometown is so natural and sincere that I really want to hold a handful of it in my hands, even hold it in my arms, paint it on the drawing paper, and appreciate it from time to time. Live a pure life.
The fog in my hometown is so thick and pure that it does not smell like the smoke in the city. It is very cute, although when pedestrians are a few steps away, they can only hear sounds but cannot see people. Inhaling a trace of mist is refreshing and refreshing. We carried our schoolbags to school. The thick fog drifted up to my forehead and kissed me. I couldn't avoid it. This passionate woman, are you exaggerating your enthusiasm and hospitality? Looking around, there is a vast fog. . Some people may feel depressed because they can't see the rolling peaks or the lush bamboo trees, but I don't care.
The thick fog changed, turning into a cool breeze for a while, and then turned into small dewdrops, which stuck to the ends of my hair and my eyelashes. I closed my eyes gently, and the cool feeling made me feel relaxed and happy. After being baptized by the mist, I seemed to have "tears" in my bright eyes. The mist in my hometown is so soft and beautiful. It is as tough as white clouds and can be cut and pulled endlessly. It was gently applied on the grass, and the grass really loved Sister Wu and sucked the sweet juice to its heart's content.
The sun gradually rose and the fog gradually faded. A round red sun hangs high in the sky, and the mountains, peaks, and trees gradually reveal their outlines. The mountains, rivers, and land washed by the mist are full of vitality. The dying dead wood seemed to be moisturized and given free and easy life.
The fog in my hometown is kind and warm. I love the fog in my hometown. It really makes people miss it. My favorite Chinese class essay 4
In my school life, I have taken countless various classes. They are like a big ship, carrying me to swim in the ocean of knowledge: Some of them taught me new knowledge and broadened my horizons; some taught me to write essays and made me think deeply; and some of them allowed me to understand a lot of knowledge that cannot be learned in textbooks, which opened my eyes. In short, , these classes have brought me unlimited fun. But what I like best is the Chinese class in third grade, which is still fresh in my memory.
Usually in Chinese classes, we maintain a tense atmosphere, but this time it was different! The teacher assigned us to write a composition entitled "Drawing a Nose". This composition must be written after playing a game, but we have never played it. The teacher made an exception and let us play this game in the Chinese class.
The game started, and the teacher drew a "Sanmao" head on the blackboard, but we all thought it was weird no matter how we looked at it, oh, it turned out that the nose hadn't been drawn yet! The Chinese teacher said, who will draw first? "Me!" "I come first!" The students rushed to raise their hands! I was afraid that I would be embarrassed if I could not draw well, so I kept silent! At this time, the teacher felt that Qinqin was the most disciplined, so he asked her to draw first. The teacher helped Qinqin cover her eyes with a red scarf. After Qinqin turned around three times, she groped her way to the blackboard. She walked and walked, but she went in the wrong direction. The teacher quickly helped her to the blackboard. Qinqin was holding on to the chalk. The hand finally stopped in one place, and everyone covered their mouths and laughed secretly, while they kept shouting: "It's right here!" "It's right here!" Qinqin drew a nose arbitrarily, It made us burst into laughter: "Haha, she painted her nose on the outside of her face!". It was Nannan's turn. Like Qinqin, he was ready and walked straight to the blackboard. When he raised his hand and was about to draw, everyone said in unison: "No! It's off, this is the mouth! Go up and to the left. !" Nan Nan drew a nose dubiously, then took off the red scarf and shouted in surprise: "I drew it correctly, I drew it correctly!" Suddenly, there was warm applause in the classroom.
Immediately afterwards, many students played this game. Some were very smart and used the length of the blackboard to estimate the position of the face; others used their fingers to carefully feel the powder marks on the blackboard? Classmate We were getting more and more excited to play the game. Some were kneeling on chairs, some sitting on the table, and some even stood up to watch. I finally couldn't help it anymore and wanted to play, "Dingling bells?" get out of class was over. , in the end I couldn’t play it.
Although I didn’t play the “nose drawing” game, I was still very happy because I felt the collective atmosphere of playing games indoors. It was so fun and enthusiastic. After all, this has been my hobby since elementary school. It was the first time I played a game in Chinese class, and it left a deep impression on me! My Favorite Chinese Class Essay 5
I love Chinese classes the most. Opening a book allows us to enter the inner world of historical figures and feel their joys, sorrows, and joys. What impressed me most was the lesson "Sleeping on the Fire and Tasting the Courage".
That was a Chinese class last week. The teacher walked into the classroom and wrote four big characters on the blackboard. Then he turned around and said to everyone: "Today we will study "Sleeping on Fire and Tasting Guts." Then the teacher turned on the big screen, and a picture appeared on it. The teacher asked us, who is this? Everyone said in unison: "King Goujian of Yue". By the way, today we mainly talk about the conflict between Wu and Yue. The Yue Kingdom defeated Kuaiji, worked as a slave for the King of Wu, and finally defeated the Wu Kingdom after more than 20 years of hard work by the King of Yue.
When talking about the King of Wu and his advisers, the teacher asked us to play these two roles. I immediately started performing with the classmates in the group. After a few minutes, the teacher asked everyone to calm down and invited a few people to perform on stage. Zeng Jiahui played the King of Wu vividly, looking proud, arrogant, and arrogant, unable to listen to what others said. It made everyone laugh. Finally, the teacher asked everyone to discuss whether it is necessary to "sit hard and endure hardships" now. Everyone had a heated discussion. Then, the teacher asked whether it was necessary or not? Some say it is not necessary, some say it is. Finally, the teacher gave an analogy: There was a man who did not get good grades, so he went to a farmer's house to get a pile of firewood, and instead of sleeping on a bed, he slept on the firewood. Everyone knows that working hard is not a form, but a spirit.
Although this class has passed for some time, the humorous language of the teacher and the hearty laughter of the classmates often linger in my ears. My favorite Chinese class essay 6
Chinese is a subject that I have always liked; Chinese is a cultural treasure of our country for thousands of years; Chinese is the focus of our high school entrance examination, so we must learn it well language.
If you want to learn a subject well, you must maintain your interest in the subject and keep reviewing. Of course, you must listen carefully to every Chinese class and take good notes. Every Chinese lesson has become a top priority. "The Market in the Sky" is one of my favorite Chinese lessons.
The class bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom and said that today boys and girls will compete to see whoever answers the most questions will be exempted from one excerpt. After hearing these words, the students were all gearing up and eager to try. A competition between boys and girls began.
First, ask students to read the text. Because the best group was exempted from one excerpt, some students who usually didn’t raise their hands raised their hands. After the students read aloud to their heart's content, the boys scored more than the girls. Then the meaning of the words was explained. All the students quickly raised their hands and proudly answered one question after another with a confident tone and an expression of winning glory for the group. The atmosphere in the entire classroom was very active, and a large number of hands were suspended in the air. After explaining the words, our topic was to describe the picture. At this time, several top students in our class raised their hands and rushed to tell the answers in their hearts. In the last scene, the boys and girls were fighting over whose one was better, because whichever team added this point could break the tie and form a transcendence. Finally, Teacher Zhang said not to argue, he would write one, it doesn’t have to be for boys or girls. He asked us to answer many questions. The atmosphere in the class was always very good and we never put down our hands. It was the last few minutes, the last chance, whoever scored one more point would win. We all started thinking, and finally one of our male classmates came up with an answer and scored this crucial point. At this moment, the bell rang. After Teacher Zhang announced that the boys had won, the boys immediately shouted excitedly, while the girls walked out of the classroom dejectedly.
An active Chinese class, coupled with exquisite courseware and smart classmates, becomes a perfect class, my favorite class! My Favorite Chinese Class Essay 7
Those of us who are students will always have a few unforgettable classes that are engraved in our hearts. And my favorite is the Chinese open class not long ago.
"Chinese language is going to be an open class." After hearing the news, my scalp suddenly went numb. You know, I don't like open classes the most. The scrutinizing eyes of a row of teachers at the back of the classroom It made me feel uncomfortable all over and I didn't dare to move. I felt so uncomfortable after one class that I even became nervous when answering questions.
The school bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom with a smile. Seeing the teacher's spring-breathing smile, I felt much more at ease. "Hello, classmates, today we are going to study the fourth text "Ann and the Cow". Please take notes. Students..." The teacher was obviously fully prepared for this class and went straight to the topic as soon as he started. , the language was vivid and fluent, and the emotional lectures captured everyone's hearts in a short while, making me almost forget the existence of the teacher next to me.
The first is to recite the text. When the teacher recited, his head and shoulders swayed from side to side, and his words were clear and round. The emotions expressed in the article were conveyed from the voice, affecting every student. The scenes of the story seemed to come alive. Before my eyes, I felt like I was immersed in the scene, and my emotions changed with the development of the story. I was confused at first, then nervous, and finally relieved when the truth was revealed. The students couldn't take their eyes away from the teacher, and they didn't take notes anymore. They were all intoxicated. The "rustling" sound made by the pen in the teacher's hand also disappeared, perhaps because he couldn't bear to disturb the artistic conception.
Then, the teacher started with "ordinary stories and unusual ideas" and progressed step by step, revealing the charm of the author's writing and understanding the emotions and intentions revealed by the author. This article itself is well written, and the teacher’s wonderful explanations and unique comments have left a deep impression on me. The image of the protagonist An En has been deeply engraved in my heart. This is all Credit to the teacher!
Ding ding ding, get out of class is over, but the students are still immersed in the class just now, and they are still not finished. The teacher smiled and said: "Today's class is over. If you want to know what happened next, please Listen to the explanation next time.”
This is my favorite Chinese class. My favorite Chinese class composition 8
Some people say that teachers’ kindness is like mountains, because mountains are towering and make people respect them. Some people say that the kindness of a teacher is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. In the minds of students, teachers are both stern fathers and kind mothers; they are unsung heroes and famous teachers.
As for Chinese, it is a melodious sound of the Qiang flute, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; it is a mellow wine, which makes people have endless aftertaste; it is also a mysterious garden, which makes people linger...
The most unforgettable Chinese class for me was the first composition class. The theme of the composition was - the campus in late autumn. The teacher read articles and explained methods on the stage, accompanied by the pleasant and beautiful background music, which made us feel like we were in that beautiful paradise. So much so that the teacher has finished reading the composition, and we haven't reacted yet and are still immersed in the composition.
The article the teacher read was very beautiful. There is a sentence in it that I still remember: "In the quiet campus, some bright flowers withered and withered; but the chrysanthemums faced the bright sunshine. , in full bloom. Some are yellow, white, and purple, like beautiful corals, and like willow branches dyed in many colors, standing gracefully and gracefully in the breeze, and the leaves are colorful in autumn, but the pines and cypresses are turning yellow. It is still so green and full of vitality; the maple leaves are red, as red as the sunset, like burning clouds. They seem to be challenging the cold wind, and they really answer the saying, "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers."
I learned a lot in that class, and the teacher also talked about all the methods and techniques of writing essays...
The teacher asked us to write essays about the campus in late autumn, and we all wrote them very seriously, One minute, two minutes...it didn't take long before the bell rang.
Time flies so fast, as if only a few minutes have passed. We were very happy in this class but also a little regretful because the teacher did not ask anyone to read the composition. As expected, time is a bad guy and always likes to destroy expectations. It wasn't an exciting class, but it was the one in which I learned the most.
This is my favorite Chinese class. My favorite Chinese class essay 9
Chinese is the fragrant green tea, which makes me feel refreshed. Chinese is like a leisurely white cloud, which makes me think endlessly. Chinese is like a big river with splashing waves, which makes my heart surge.
It was a sunny morning, and the students came to school one after another to start morning reading. I had a hunch today: I might have to memorize Chinese knowledge tables. Sure enough, I saw the Chinese teacher walking into the classroom with a bag, and the loud reading stopped immediately. The Chinese teacher said: "I will take advantage of this Chinese class today to memorize the knowledge list that was required to be memorized yesterday." Those students with poor grades did not dare to face the teacher, but I was full of confidence because I finished it completely last night and memorized it many times thoroughly.
The teacher’s sharp eyes scanned us like a sickle, and some of the students in the university lowered their heads for fear of being hit. The teacher picked a classmate who was hesitant and hesitant when reciting the lesson. The teacher immediately asked the classmate to copy the knowledge sheet three times. The teacher started to recite another student again, but this student was very fluent and recited it word for word. The teacher nodded slightly, showing a pleased expression. The teacher suddenly fixed his gaze on me, and I felt a little nervous. The teacher asked me to get up and recite. I recited it very fluently at first, but halfway through, I found that I got stuck. I had to look at the Chinese teacher awkwardly, but the teacher looked at me with calm eyes. Her expression seemed to say: "I caught another one who can't memorize it!" Just when the teacher was about to assign me a punishment task, I suddenly had an idea. As soon as it occurred to me, scenes of knowledge tables appeared in my mind, so I was full of confidence and recited it loudly and fluently without missing a word. The classmates were all stunned, I was relieved, and the teacher had a smile of appreciation on his face.
This Chinese class impressed me deeply. Learning Chinese is actually a process of constant repetition and accumulation. “If you don’t accumulate small steps, you can’t reach a thousand miles.
"If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become a river." Only down-to-earth, bit by bit, and diligent efforts can create extraordinary things!
Chinese is a small boat in the ocean of knowledge, allowing me to ride the wind and waves; Chinese is a flower in various shapes, It makes me happy; Chinese is a sword that must be sharp, allowing me to cut through the thorns in the jungle of knowledge and be invincible! My favorite Chinese class composition 10
Chinese is the fragrant milk tea, and Chinese is the leisurely look. The white clouds and the Chinese language are like the big river with splashing waves.
That Chinese class was my favorite Chinese class, which I will never forget.
In elementary school, I was in grades one to five. The Chinese teacher is the same. He is an older man and has been teaching for many years. He has a good temper and rarely scolds us, and he has never hit us.
When I was in the first grade, the male teacher became ill. We had a new teacher, a female teacher who was younger than the previous teacher, but she had never taught Chinese. But she used to teach Chinese. There were few teachers, so she came to teach us Chinese. Because she had never taught Chinese before, she was not very good at teaching Chinese, but she was very fierce. I heard that when she used to teach mathematics, if her classmates did not hand in their homework, they would slap her hands several times. , and she was forced to kneel down. But the former students seemed to like her very much. During the first class, she walked into the classroom and cleared her throat. The teacher said. "Check Chinese recitation." She scanned the whole class with sharp eyes mixed with a lot of sternness, and the classroom was silent. I glanced around secretly, my head almost dropped to the table, and I read nervously.
One classmate went up to recite, but failed to recite it, so he was hit five times with a stick by the teacher, and he knelt aside. Another student went up and recited it, recited it completely, and was praised well by the teacher. I went to my seat. Another one came up... After a while, most of the students had finished memorizing it, and there was a row of students kneeling beside the podium.
The teacher suddenly called me. I went to the podium to recite the name. I memorized it word by word and finished the text. The teacher praised me and told me to work harder next time and recite it more fluently. I was very happy in that class. . Isn’t this female teacher very fierce?
This is an unforgettable class, and it is also my favorite Chinese class.