My day's composition 1 arrived quietly on Saturday. In the full and tense junior high school life, I occasionally have a complicated mood, mixed with a little helplessness and full of happiness.
"Fleshy flowers!" The quiet in the morning was broken by my mother's cheerful cry, which was more useful than an alarm clock and pulled me out of my sweet dream at once. Alas, lazy people are ruined. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and started a difficult prelude to getting up. Come to the window, the sun is warm and the spring breeze is cool. Those MengMeng things with different shapes bring me full of hope and beauty.
After breakfast, my mother drove me to the library to enjoy my inner comfort in a full book, which is the place to fly my dreams. I was the first to rush to the poetry reading pavilion, put on my long-lost headphones, picked up the familiar microphone, and recited "Facing the sea, spring blossoms" with soft music ... I sat comfortably in my own little world and felt relaxed and happy. Next is my quiet reading time. Wandering in the sea of books, fingers like playing the piano, jumping on a book, pulling out a good book with good intentions and gently opening it. "The harder I work, the luckier I am" on the home page has become my motto. Lines of beautiful words, pages of paper saturated with context, exude charming luster in the sun. Until I left at noon, there was still the ink smell of the pages between my fingers, which was my favorite taste.
Afternoon is my time to play the violin. In addition to heavy schoolwork, I always hope that music can adjust my mood and give life more fun. There are still dozens of steps away from the piano room, and the voice of my classmates has fascinated me. I couldn't help humming a tune and quickened my pace. In class, I carefully examine every happy note and immerse myself in that music world. Today, I learned the long-awaited homesickness song, and my thoughts moved with it. I feel the tenderness in the music, as if I were in a foreign country and had a lot of thoughts. This is the infinite charm of music.
A busy day is also indispensable for annoying homework. After dinner, I got into a sea of problems. When I can't figure it out, I feel helpless; Every time we solve a difficult problem, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously. I know that learning is a long process, and I will try my best to be a better self!
In the dead of night, it's time to rest again. This is the happiest moment I am looking forward to most. I closed my eyes, recalled the fullness and busyness of this day, stretched lazily and entered a sweet dream. ...
In the early morning, the wet wind swept gently, came in through the glass window and brushed everything slightly. I opened my lazy eyes and got up. I just woke up and thought: It's another day. It's time to go to school ...
Time flies in the morning, and it's time to eat in a blink of an eye. Our hearts were suddenly lifted at this time, waiting for the good news with sharp eyes. "Rinrin ..." The dinner bell suddenly rang. Yes, class is over! Its bell announced that the sprint race had started again.
As a result, I rushed to the canteen with several classmates, standing on hot wheels and holding a meal card. Speed of competition with other students ...
Sitting in a chair, leisurely picked up a delicious potato and swallowed it with a howling voice. I still remember every class in the morning in my mind. In math class, I learned the essence of inequality; Going to physical education class, I exercised my physical quality and physical fitness; In Chinese class, I have accumulated a lot of translations of poems and classical Chinese. In biology class, I got some knowledge about blood type. Facts have proved that we are making progress and growing every day, I murmured.
Lunch time was spent talking and laughing in the canteen. I walked down the aisle, came to the office as usual, went to Mr. Liu's desk, took a chair and sat down.
I first dug out an answer sheet from where the teacher put the globe, and then I pulled out about five full-quality exercise books from the homework pile, opened one, and judged with a red pen according to the answers. ...
Hmm. I wrote six questions about this, didn't I? Why do most students write three? Maybe I wrote it wrong. Then how to do this problem? I frowned unconsciously and looked sad.
Just as I was thinking hard, but I couldn't figure it out, Mr. Liu had returned to the office, came to me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "The assistant teacher is here. What's the problem? " At this time, I looked a little annoyed and sighed. "Alas, in the process of judging this question, I found that my own answer was wrong. I don't know what to do!" " I saw that Teacher Liu helped the glasses frame and said, "This is not easy. You, take out the exercise books of two schoolmasters in our class and see how others write them. The most important thing is not the answer, but the process What's more, the process of judging you is also an improvement. Seeing how others write and combining with their own will naturally gain something, which is also a kind of growth. Remember: Practice makes perfect, and you get a lot ... "
After school, I walked on a small road, looking at the sky near dusk, silently thinking: This is my day, although ordinary and dull, but in it, I have the pleasure of rushing into the canteen, and I can gain knowledge and correct my mistakes in class.
My annoying alarm clock rang at 5: 50 on time. I turned off my phone impatiently, closed my sleepy eyes, and immediately met Duke Zhou again. At this time, someone opened my warm and soft quilt, and I shouted "No!" in despair. "Only to find my mother smiling at me. The coolness instantly surrounded me, and I couldn't escape, so I had to get up. Wash, eat and go to school in a hurry.
A new week has begun! As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw that many students in our class were dozing off with panda eyes. I couldn't help laughing. It seems that they played too much at the weekend and made up their homework with chicken blood last night. Haha, if I had known this, why should I have! All the students are here, so we started reading early. However, there are 54 people who sound like mosquitoes. The sound of reading in the next class is deafening. No comparison, no harm. The head teacher can't help us. Who let our class are quiet and handsome men and weak little women?
When it comes to handing in homework, many students are in a hurry, like ants on hot bricks; There are other idiots, who have either lost their books or left their homework at home ... I really want to tell them how long you have to take care of them and learn to tidy up your belongings, which is harmless!
Time flies, interesting and busy morning time slips away from your fingertips.
Finally arrived at the first class in the afternoon. The warm sunshine fills the classroom, the teacher is lecturing on the platform, and the students below are already struggling in sleepiness. Two or three students were defeated. They have fallen asleep, and their standing bodies are tilted from time to time. I'm really worried that they will suddenly collapse at some point. The funny thing is that one of them keeps poking and poking, probably dreaming of delicious food! But when the teacher approached him quietly, he actually sat motionless and took notes carefully, as if nothing had happened ... I thought to myself: this is simply the Oscar acting award winner, the strength school!
I work hard when I come home from school, but unfortunately I am not a schoolmaster. The mountain of homework makes me a little breathless. All kinds of problems are like dark dishes, mixed together and eaten in the mouth, leaving only endless bitterness. Mother is preparing lessons in her room. Only my small desk lamp is on in the hut, accompanying me. I sigh: You are really my good brother, thank you!
At 22 o'clock, I moved my tired body and lay contentedly on the soft bed, just like falling into cotton candy. Recalling my usual busy day, I couldn't help but slightly raise my mouth, smile and close my eyes, and soon entered a sweet dream. ...