1 Maybe many people will talk about Kan Kan when they mention books. They have a lot of reading experiences that I don't have.
On the contrary, between me and my book, it will always be as plain as water, without any vigorous experience, but I know that I can't live without books, just like fish can't live without water, and fish can only be happy if they swim in the water.
When I was very young, every night, I lay quietly in my little bed and listened to my mother tell me stories with wide eyes. Sometimes I will gawk at the colorful covers in my mother's hands, longing for when I can read a string of sentences as fluently as my mother. My mother always tells me with a smile that when I grow up and reach the height of the doorknob, I can read. So, at that time, I had a little dream to grow up quickly.
Later, I had my first book. Although it's just a comic book, I didn't know a few words when I first went to kindergarten, but that book still made me ecstatic. I still remember that afternoon when I just got the book, I sat on the sofa and read it word by word. There are many words in it that I don't understand, but I still keep reading. That comic book is very old now, but I still keep it carefully. This is my first book, which also means the starting point of my reading career.
Then I went to primary school for six years. I still remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, several classmates chattered around me and asked me how I knew so many words. I tilted my head for a long time and told them seriously that it was because I had read a lot of books.
In these six years, I am most proud of my composition. I've heard countless classmates complain about how difficult it is to write a composition topic, but I always laugh it off and never have a headache for a composition topic.
I am only 14 years old. Like many teenagers, I am an ordinary child. Like many teenagers, I regard books as my mentor. From my childhood when I had my first comic book, to the children who later got the historical illustrations of the four classic novels, and then to the teenagers who were immersed in the book and smiled in the warm sunshine, I saw crooked footprints behind me, which proved my growth. The future is unpredictable, and the road ahead is still to be created by ourselves. The road ahead is long. All I know is that the book will accompany me along the way.
My mother is the guide on my life, and my mother is my mentor.
When I was in kindergarten, I was timid, afraid to meet strangers and communicate with others. When I first went, I stayed outside the school gate and refused to go in. My mother comforted me, "don't be afraid, there will be many children playing with you here, and the teacher will care about you." I will be very happy with them! " Mom, she always gives me such encouragement. I know that after I walk into the school gate, you will stand by and watch me go in before leaving.
My mother's encouragement helped me overcome my timidity and learn to get along with others.
I remember doing my homework once and doing it very late. There are still a few math problems I can't figure out. I don't know what to do! At this time, my mother came up to me gently and put a cup of hot milk beside my desk. "How was your homework?" I scratched my head in distress. "There are still a few questions I can't." "Never mind, take your time, mom will accompany you." Mother whispered. When I was about to say "just do whatever you want", my mother looked at the questions and said to me, "In fact, these questions are quite simple! Look at the examples in the book, set the formula, and you will get the answer immediately! " I cleaned up my agitated mood, sorted out my thoughts in my head, and solved all the problems according to my mother's method! I smiled at my mother and forgot all my troubles.
My mother's help helped me solve the problem and learned to persist.
I still remember one time at school, my classmates broke my favorite pen. I was so angry that I went home and told my mother about it. My mother wondered, "How is it broken?" "The pen fell to the ground and was trampled by him." Mom added, "Then he didn't mean it! You dropped your pen. Why didn't you pick it up? " On second thought, yes! Actually, I can't blame him. He didn't know that he dropped the pen, and he didn't know that he would step on it. My heart was opened!
My mother's enlightenment dispelled my anger and learned to be tolerant.
In small things, my mother taught me a lot of truth and also taught me a lot of experience. Mom is a good teacher in my life!
Flowers and plants like the sun, because the dazzling sunshine has spread one touching story after another for them; Fish like clear springs, because the slowly flowing stream plays a light and cheerful nursery rhyme for them; Birds like the sky, because there are one unknown folklore after another in the flawless white clouds ... I like good books, because every good book contains profound truth.
For a good book, I regard it as an impeccable work of art and an inseparable friend. The night is bright and dazzling! Fuzzy stars twinkle in this dreamy night ... I am very small, lying in the warm embrace of my grandmother in a quiet yard, listening to the fables and legends told by my grandmother, full of childish laughter rippling in the yard, and my thoughts flying with the gentle wind; By the time I grow up a little, I have lost three or two words. Influenced by my grandmother, I gradually learned to read and read wonderful fairy tales: I fantasize about walking in a world of flower season, putting on a lovely princess dress and playing with Snow White; I want to find the ugly duckling and ask him about his experience after becoming a white swan. I'm going to the magnificent undersea palace to look for the mermaid who turned into a bubble ... Fairy tales let me soar freely in the fantasy sky, let the colorful world emerge before my eyes, let me know what is true, good and beautiful, and what is false, evil and ugly, which gave me the first lesson in life.
Time flies, the earth turns round and round, and reading has become a homework. I have left the fairy tale that gave me infinite fantasy and came to the world of novels to fill my desire.
When I was in the sea of books, I was "unable to extricate myself". La Traviata reminds me that as long as I have true feelings, my personality will always be charming; Notre Dame de Paris made me deeply understand the true meaning of "beauty lies not in clothes"; Lei Feng's diary made me understand.
Admittedly, the highest value of people living in the world is selfless dedication to others. We should also understand that dedication is the most beautiful thing in life ... I have witnessed the majestic Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty, witnessed the majesty of the Great Wall of Wan Li, and appreciated the majesty and mystery of the pyramids ... This good book has taught me all kinds of knowledge.
As the ancients said, "Open books are beneficial". Books not only make me have endless fun, but also broaden my horizons and cultivate my temperament. He is the golden key to success. There is no doubt that a good book is a lifelong mentor for millions of people!
We have been in Xingkai School for more than a week and have basically adapted to the living and working environment here.
The teachers in Xingkai School are warm and kind, which is their first impression. They sincerely welcome us and make us feel at home.
We never let go of the teacher's lectures on weekdays. As long as you have time, go to the teacher's class and learn as much indirect experience from the teacher as possible.
Here, I met three Chinese teachers: Wang Dongzhi, Simona Pingchang.
Teacher Wang Dongzhi is an amiable teacher and a senior Chinese teacher who has been engaged in teaching for more than 20 years and has accumulated rich teaching experience. After listening to Mr. Wang's lecture, I learned what patience and meticulousness are. She never bothered to explain her students' problems. Not once, twice; Not twice, not three times until you understand and listen.
Music teacher Wang Shuangping is not as good as a teacher, and a good teacher is not as good as a music teacher. Miss Wang is such a music teacher. The first person I see when I come to the office every day must be Mr. Wang. He is very young and dedicated. When Mr. Wang gave a lecture, he was full of emotions and gave people a pleasing feeling. Listening to his class seems to be watching a performance. He is the protagonist, so you can follow him into the article unconsciously. Usually, he is very happy when correcting his homework. I think this is the magic weapon that he can teach students well-taking teaching as fun.
Teacher Chang is a strict teacher. He said that "strict teachers make excellent students", which is true. Teacher Chang is very strict with students, and pays attention to cultivating students' ability, so that his students' self-study ability is particularly strong and the class self-discipline is particularly good. Whenever I go to Mr. Chang's class to give a lecture, it will be very relaxed. Students answer questions enthusiastically, and the classroom atmosphere is active, which makes people feel a kind of physical and mental pleasure in the lecture.
In the interaction with three teachers, I learned to teach students with patience, care for students with love and understand students with sincerity.
A good teacher's excellent composition article 5 dim lights, light bulbs flashing. The cold wind came in through the gap in the window, which was cool.
Dad came in from the outside with a wooden chair in one hand. Stand in the middle of the room and try not to make any noise.
Corner took a glance. Dad turned off the light in the room and turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone next to him. I immediately lowered my head to do my homework. Dad turned on the light bulb. After a while, he turned on the light and the room was bright.
Put your wrinkled hands on the back of the chair and put a down jacket on me. Get dressed, and I won't say anything. I hope he will go out soon.
Before going out yesterday. I think my parents want money for different reasons. I took nearly 100 yuan with me and soon used it up.
When I got home, it was time for dinner. Just entering the door, I saw my mother sitting at the dinner table waiting for me. Work clothes are thick and an old scarf is tied around her neck.
Mom asked me to come over. There is a bowl of rice on the dining table, which is very full and the heat is very light.
Just after sitting down to eat a few mouthfuls, my mother put down her mobile phone and asked me, "Did you ask your father for more money today?" I was a little startled. "Yes."
"Used up?" Mom keeps asking. I have a bad feeling. Just like nonsense, I answered in a hurry, "No, it's not, there are more than a dozen pieces."
Mother rose and stood up. "What? ! How much did I give you? You've used it almost. ! "I faltered and dared not speak.
Mom took a deep breath. "I gave you money. Why did you ask dad for it? " ? How much money is there at home? Can you stand such flowers? "
My vague explanation made my mother even angrier. After a few words, he walked to the door.
Open the door, it's windy at night. I know, my mother has gone to work. I feel my ears buzzing, like a roar. I just dialed the chopsticks a few times and stopped eating.
The night was quiet until late at night. Recalling my ignorance, my mind seems to be more confused. I heard my parents coming back from the night shift in the mist. Facing the night, I whispered I was sorry.
Remember what my parents taught me. They are my mentors, teaching me to be honest and making me sensible.
A successful person can't live without his teacher, and he will walk into our future under the teacher's inculcation, which many people have done.
Of course, there are teachers around us, no matter what our hearts are, but this person is silently paying for us.
He is the same to everyone, neither partial nor embarrassed, which may be the instinct of a good teacher!
Every morning, he gets up early in order to run with us and exercise our bodies. He said that he also exercised. From kindergarten to eighth grade in junior high school, there are only a handful of teachers who have taught me. I'm afraid there are more than twenty teachers, big and small, old and young. But he is the only one who can accompany us to run every morning, never be late and never miss class.
However, my grades are always bad. Sometimes, I feel a little sorry for him when I think about it. What he paid was hard work and sweat, but what he got was always disappointment and sigh. His life is not mediocre, he has fought for his yearning career and dreams. I think he should have no regrets even if he doesn't succeed. But our life is still very long, and I want him to be happy. However, we will always stumble over difficulties, and many temptations in life will always make us deviate from the right track of learning, but he will always help us stand up where we fell. When a classmate's composition was published in chongqing morning post and Tongnan Daily, he was as excited and happy as a child. At this time, I am very happy and satisfied, because someone has paid so much for us, paid so much, and rushed around without regrets.
There is a word "tired" in my memory, which he taught me, but I only respond with the word "tears". To say anything else, there is only one word "diligence". Because of his efforts, I learned a lot at an early age.
His life has been so full, but I know many people have laughed at him. I don't know why. But how many people should learn from his selfless spirit? From him, I saw our future. For me, although the future is at a loss, no matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I will face them bravely.
He is our present head teacher, Miss Liu. A teacher should be a good career, but a selfless person like him should not be an ordinary teacher.
Open the photo album of memory, and those warm moments will flow gently in my heart like a trickle. Fifteen years, unforgettable is your company, my parents-my mentor.
Since I was born, my parents have been my first teachers. They taught me to walk, talk and learn to be a man.
In the spring when I was seven years old, I graduated from kindergarten and was about to step into the hall of primary school for six years, but I still couldn't forget to play. The idea of playing is full of my heart, maybe I want to play too much. As a result, I hit my mouth so hard that I accidentally hit it, leaving this scar that is still there. I still remember my mother's warm embrace at that time, and I still remember my father's encouraging and humorous laughter masked his worries ... It was my parents who gave me courage when I was injured.
That year I learned what courage is.
Nine-year-old summer, my mother and I were walking along the tree-lined path, and the image of the tree was playing hide-and-seek with us, up and down. Inadvertently, we walked to an old man. In front of the old man, there is a bowl with several dimes in it. I took my mother's hand and ran, and my mother grabbed me. Quickly took out a Zhang Yiyuan dollar bill from my bag, put it in the old man's bowl, and then turned around and told me to be caring. That year I learned what love is.
In the autumn when I was eleven, my grandfather left me forever. This sudden disaster changed the fate of the whole family. When my grandmother went to Lacrimosa, she still said every day, "The old man died because of you ..." When I saw her, I also shed tears, as if she had lost her soul. At this time, my father came over and wiped my tears, patted me on the shoulder and said, "If you don't have a grandfather in the future, you will go to school alone. Be strong, understand? " I nodded mercilessly.
That year I learned what is strong.
Now I am fifteen years old, autumn has come and winter has come. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons circulate, and the trickle of love flows gently through fifteen spring, summer, autumn and winter with your teaching. ...
Thank you, my parents, my mentor.
Good teacher's excellent composition Article 8 "Books are the ladder of human progress." I wandered in the sea of books, infatuated. In my life, books are my indispensable intimate partners. Sometimes, the book is a bright light that illuminates the darkness in my heart and makes me understand the goodness, evil, beauty and ugliness in the world; Sometimes, books are a pair of white wings that take me to the depths of the sea of clouds and see the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers; Sometimes, the book is a sturdy boat, which takes me to the other side of success, regardless of the wind and waves, and never looks back.
I have read Gorky's trilogy: Childhood, On Earth and My University. These trilogy wrote Gorky's understanding of suffering and his unique view of social life, with endless vision and strength between the lines. Gorky is a completely self-taught writer. He only attended primary school for two years, and in a tough environment, with the spirit of self-improvement and hard struggle, he finally became a world proletarian literature master. These trilogy made me understand that today's beautiful life is hard to come by, so we should cherish it.
I also read Anne of Green Gables by Montgomery. This book tells the story of a pure and kind heroine, Little Anne, who loves life. She lost her parents when she was young. 1 1 was adopted by Matthew and Marilla in Green Gables. But she has a distinct personality, full of fantasy and self-respect. With her own efforts, she not only won the love of adopters, but also won the care and friendship of teachers and classmates. This book taught me again: get up from where I fell and move on, and don't back down.
I have also read the book Scream by the great writer Lu Xun. The work truly depicts the social life from the Revolution of 1911 to the May 4th Movement, and reveals various deep-seated social contradictions. It shows a strong sense of national survival and a strong desire for social change. Let me know that today's life is hard-won, and I should know how to cherish it.
I like books, and I prefer reading.
My hometown is in Fuzhou, perhaps because I am from Fuzhou, and I have an innate trust in Gushan.
I like standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the lonely mountain and looking at its lofty but broad body. Although I can't see its joys and sorrows clearly, its unchanging serenity and steadiness deeply touched me and became a mentor and friend in my life.
When I was a child, I often walked hand in hand with my parents in the mountains. In the mountains, I recited 300 Tang poems, listened to many stories about evil triumphing over right, learned about Buddhist culture and learned to distinguish many trees. Dashan, like a selfless teacher, showed me everything about it. I also often play in the mountains. When I ran wildly in the mountains with horns, the mountains called the wind to play hide-and-seek with me; When I was lying on the rock and resting, the mountain gave me a shade with trees. Dashan is my good friend. Although it can't speak, it silently gives me love and care.
On the day when my father left me forever, I hid in the thick green of the mountain and cried. Dashan didn't say anything, but quietly accompanied me and let me lean on his solid arm. He let the breeze gently dry my tears and let the birds accompany me. Dashan didn't speak, but I understood his mind. Then, my mood gradually calmed down. When I got home, I was happy again, because Dashan "told" me that my mother still needed my comfort and that we should continue to live a strong and happy life. It is the influence of the lonely mountain that makes me strong.
When I was taking the exam in No.1 Middle School, I visited Dashan again. I sat on the small drum stone, the leaves rustled, and I saw a grass still shining green under the stone steps. Dashan has no words, but I understand: I will always believe in my own strength, and I will be glad that I have more experience and an opportunity to know my shortcomings than others, instead of being overwhelmed and overwhelmed by difficulties. Then my heart suddenly opened. It was the lonely mountain that made me find my confidence and my goal.
Now, I am sitting in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination. I believe I am full of confidence, because through the window of the examination room, I see the silent tutor, who is not far away, silently blessing me. ...
Teacher Tang Changfen is the head teacher of my primary school. Her slim figure is particularly eye-catching, slim. On the podium, her big eyes shone as deep as black gems, and her straight nose showed her stubborn character. If any classmate annoys her, the consequences are unimaginable, she will fly into a rage, but her anger will soon disappear; She is amiable, gentle and kind when she is happy; But sometimes her voice becomes hoarse after more classes. Teacher Tang loves to laugh, and she just keeps laughing when she laughs. In short, she loves to laugh and lose her temper and loves us very much. Her mood and personality really make people know her voice and her person.
I still remember one time, a classmate owed a lot of money to several other students. Later, when her "Teacher Tang" learned about it, she flew into a rage, and all the students were scolded and cried. When Mr. Tang is happy, he will tell us jokes, which will make us laugh from ear to ear, and let us learn to relax in the intense study and face the exam.
No matter what we do, Mr. Tang never does everything for us, but always lets us learn to do it. He just gave us more advice or help at the critical moment, which made us feel "suddenly enlightened". Now I have not only made great progress in writing, but also improved my composition level quickly. This is nothing to others, but I have to pay several times more sweat than others, because my foundation is very poor. In order to catch up with other students at work, I accepted Mr. Tang's advice: First, pay attention to the things around me, write down what I have seen and heard and what I want in the form of a diary, and accumulate composition materials. Second, read more books and newspapers, extract good words and phrases, and draw nutrition from them. In every semester, I choose the best composition from my classmates and post it on the wall, so that I can learn their advantages and good words and sentences in my composition in various ways. Now write a composition, no more headaches, nothing to say. I will study harder in the future and live up to Mr. Tang.
My teacher Tang is such a good teacher, sometimes strict, sometimes our good friend, and even more my mentor.
Gorky once said, "Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person." However, I feel that reading is being taught by a good teacher. Unconsciously, I have been taught by this tutor for more than ten years.
Naturally, I came into contact with books when I was in a large kindergarten class. I didn't know a few words at that time, and I relied on the teacher to teach word for word. Vivid and rhythmic children's songs attracted my heart. The teacher's teaching can't meet my needs at all. I think I must learn to read by myself, which doomed me to have an indissoluble bond with books.
So after learning Pinyin, I began to teach myself. The first thing I read was a story book. Vivid and philosophical stories let me understand what is true, good and beautiful, and what is false, evil and ugly. For example, watching "The Farmer and the Snake", I realized for the first time that I can't pity evil things at all. Reading Grimm's fairy tales, I fought evil and meanness in that dreamy world; Make friends with kindness and sincerity; Never split with selfish greed; Become attached to selfless tolerance.
I grew up gradually, and the dream kingdom became more realistic. The blow of setbacks and the pressure of competition in life sometimes make me very annoyed and confused ... So I began to read famous books and Robinson Crusoe, knowing that as long as people struggle with difficulties in adversity, they will certainly get rid of them and overcome them. Reading The Analects of Confucius and Tales of Celebrities has made me open-minded and absorbed the essence of Confucius, a great thinker who lived thousands of years ago. Know Edison and know that "failure is the mother of success". Feel the secret of success: "One percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration." Reading Who Who's Who makes me admire Beethoven's spirit of grasping fate by the throat and fighting it.
In this way, books are like teachers. When I am confused, I am always the first to stand up and teach me how to face it. She is the eternal light in my life, guiding me not to go astray. I can grow up smoothly, and books have contributed a lot.
I'm only a teenager now, and I still have a long way to grow up, but I'm not afraid, because I have an omniscient mentor who will always accompany me. ...
Excellent composition of the tutor 12 Remember Monet's paintings? You use "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the long river sets the yen" to express its hazy poetry. Do you remember "Mountain Flowing Water" written by Boya and Hippo Chef? You sang the true feelings of the world for them with "running water does not rot, mountains do not speak". Do you remember the poet who sang by the He Kang River Bridge? You use "I wave my sleeve and don't take away a cloud" to interpret the mood of a wanderer lost in a foreign country. Oh! Literature, you opened a window for me, and I gained insight into an invisible world through this tangible window!
It was you who led me across the magical Sahara, followed Sanmao's footsteps to appreciate how an ancient country was excited in troubled times and watched how camels cried in the boundless desert. It was you who led me to look for ruins and civilization, prosperity and barrenness, and worshipped my pious heart in front of the Parthenon. It was you who led me in the boat. In Qinhuai River, I saw through the emptiness of the world with the sound of plasma and the shadow of light, gained insight into the impermanence of the world in the ecstasy of singing, and recalled the history in the glory of the Six Dynasties. Oh! Literature, you take me across the world, through time and space, and look for a pure land of mind in an all-encompassing world.
It is you who let me understand the lofty realm of "not being happy with things, not being sad for yourself" and shouted "Worry about the world first, and be happy after the world!" It was you who made me forget my frustration when I encountered setbacks in my study and life, and explained that "one day I will ride the wind and waves and sail straight up and cross the deep sea!" " It is you who made me refuse cowardice and retreat, and proved by actions that "infinite scenery is at a dangerous peak". Oh! Literature, I learned courage and optimism from you.
You are an "indefatigable" teacher, warning us "Don't wait, grow old, worry about nothing!" You are also a good friend, extend your arms, guide us and never give up. I will continue this literary journey with the sails of wisdom and will. Perhaps, in a quiet harbor, in a faint lighthouse, I can see your delicate and harmonious face.