The red pen on the platform continues to write the composition.
I looked down when the teacher wasn't paying attention, and it turned out to be next to my watercolor pen box. I counted, so I put out a foot and reached for it slowly and gently. I don't know if I accidentally used too much force, but I picked up the red pen without a trace. Where will the Red Pen Club go from here? I reached out and looked around, but the red pen seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me, but refused to come out.
As soon as the bell rang, I immediately squatted on the ground, took off the watercolor pen box, stared wide and looked around, but I still couldn't find it. I searched left and right, but I still found nothing. I thought about it. Did I roll under the platform? I see. It's really under the podium.
2. The story of me and the red pen One afternoon, I was correcting my homework in the classroom, and the red pen ran out of water, so I asked a child to borrow it to correct it.
The next morning, I went to the classroom, and a child with poor grades-Ge Qiankai (actually, his grades were not very bad before, because he hurt his hand this semester and didn't do his homework for more than a month, and then his grades plummeted, making it difficult for even a few) came over and handed me a red pen. I asked him, "What is this?" He said, "For you!" "Why did you give me a red pen?" He said, "I saw you finish writing the red pen when you changed your homework yesterday, so I bought you one!" " "I looked at this fountain pen. Two dollars is about fifty cents, so I asked him," Do you have any money for dinner today? "He quickly replied," Yes, my mother gave me 4 yuan today, and I still have 1 50 cents. Eating is enough. "
I was very moved at that time. This humble child can't finish his homework at ordinary times and didn't do well in the exam. Without me, he always thought he hated me, but now it seems not. In his mind, maybe he also wants to study hard to make up for the lessons left before, but sometimes he can't do it, and his heart may be very sad. As long as I spend more time, be patient and give him more time, I think he will make progress because he is not bad by nature. As long as he has this heart, I will not give up.
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3. Composition about blackboard, podium, chalk and eraser One day, the blackboard and eraser met and said that they had great skills. The blackboard said to the eraser, "I have the greatest skill!" Because there is no me in the world, people can't go to class and learn knowledge, so I have the greatest ability! " The eraser said to the blackboard, "My ability should be the greatest. There is no me on the blackboard, and I can't write any other words when I am full of words. Who do you think is the greatest? " They quarreled endlessly. In a word, I finally persuaded them to stop arguing with chalk. But they still refuse to accept anyone. In the afternoon, the eraser and the blackboard saw a teacher writing on the blackboard. Suddenly found a typo. The teacher looked for the eraser everywhere, but there was still no sign of it. Eraser is proud and pretentious. He smiled and said to the blackboard, "Big Brother Blackboard, look at my skill. Look! " Without me, people are anxious to death! Brother Blackboard, what do you say? "Suddenly one day, a group of people from the construction team came to the blackboard and looked at it. They said, "This blackboard can be erased and smashed. "The blackboard was smashed. The proud eraser said to the blackboard, "Big Brother Blackboard, you are really useless, so people smashed you, but I am still safe." The eraser looks very proud. Day after day, year after year, the hair of the eraser has slowly fallen out.
Students, the head teacher will go out to study this afternoon, so the class cadres will give you a lesson in team psychology. "
With that, Mr. Zhang, the head teacher, hurried away. As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, cheers rang out in the classroom: "Freedom! Liberated! " "Ding-Ding Dong, ding-dong, ding-dong ... class * * * rang happily, and a special class class officially kicked off.
Monitor Wu Tiantian strode onto the platform and cleared his throat like a little teacher. The students didn't buy it, and the whole classroom was still like a vegetable market in the morning.
Wu Tiantian had to clap his hands on the table and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everybody be quiet!" But the following students are still just doing their own things: some are doing their homework, some are reading novels, and look, some students are dancing and chatting happily! I thought: hey! As the saying goes, "when the tiger is not at home, the monkey is the overlord". Teacher Zhang finally went out today. How can the little monkeys in our class still sit still? It's really hard to manage! Seeing this situation, several class cadres couldn't help but go to the stage to help Wu Tiantian, but the class cadres above shouted in full swing, and the students below were also in full swing. After all, the Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. Wu Tiantian took out the little teacher's diary and began to remember the name leisurely.
The heat suddenly turned into silence. The classroom finally quieted down.
It seems that it is not easy for a monkey to be king. Finally, the "big tiger" left, but they came to deal with the "little tiger" again.
5. The composition material that the teacher stands on the podium every day, we always have to face the textbooks full of words and the vigorous figure on the podium. Look at that.
Just like an ordinary back, it reveals this countless sweat and dedication.
Every day, this figure runs around the podium every day. In order to make us all listen to the class well, he didn't hesitate to shout himself hoarse. In order to improve his grades, he gave up his rest time; In order to make our future bright, he can use all his energy, no matter how tired he is!
He sucks chalk dust every day and uses chalk scraps on the cold blackboard. He wanted us to see more clearly and concretely, so he raised his sore hand on the blackboard for the second time. How much I respected the teacher's spirit at that time, but I couldn't interrupt the teacher's class because of it. My heart was full of gratitude!
That day, the moonlight was hazy, and the faint moonlight shone on the ground. The light in the teacher's house is still on. He is preparing lessons for us so that we can absorb more knowledge the next day. The moonlight set off the window of the teacher's house, and the bright lights stayed on until late at night.
On his desk, I deeply realized the greatness and hardship of the teacher: on the teacher's desk, a box of green throat treasures stood quietly in the upper right corner of the table; A dictionary that has been turned over for many years, the skin has been glued and glued with tape; Textbooks and lesson preparation books are stacked together, and when you open them, the notes inside are densely arranged on them; The exercise book is thick and tall, in the center of the elbow, with a red pen on it, which is rusty. I asked the teacher why he didn't change it. He smiled and answered me: "Isn't it still usable? If it is worn, it is changing. " I was very unhappy when I saw the teacher's old face.
As usual, the figure on the podium continued to rush about. He is a great figure, a figure who works hard for his classmates.
I love the figure on the podium, but I love the indelible spirit of that figure more.
6. In the classroom, the teacher on the platform is giving a weekly composition evaluation class. In the classroom, the teacher on the podium is giving a weekly composition evaluation class. "drop! Put it down. . . . . . "A student's voice rang again, and the tone was obviously more expectant than before. "Spider. . . . . . "A girl suddenly cried. It turned out that a spider was performing acrobatics on the beam above the teacher. The teacher obviously heard this sentence, stopped lecturing, calmly walked off the platform, came to the girl's desk and asked her, "What did you just say? With a slight anger in the teacher's words, the girl shyly lowered her head and whispered, "I just want to tell you that there is a spider on her head!" " "The teacher stared at her for a while, then suddenly turned and acted on the platform, frowning at the spider. Spiders seem to be stared at unnaturally and start crawling around, as if looking for a hole to hide. The teacher looked at it and raised an imperceptible smile on her lips. Everyone held their breath and looked at the teacher. The teacher spoke: "Since everyone is so interested, why not make an impromptu composition?" Everyone looked at each other, and then, everyone understood what the teacher meant and began to cheer. What's more, they made two volumes. At first, the teacher timed everyone, and the classroom was silent, only the heartbeat and the rustling of the pen tip. "Time is up!" The teacher shouted and everyone stopped writing. The teacher said, "Let's draw lots to decide who will read this composition." The students were both expecting and nervous. The teacher read "X X X", and the students walked onto the platform with a sad face and began to read the composition. . . . . . Spiders turn around, here, there, here, there, and there. . . . . . "Stop, stop, stop reading. "For a while" I was confused. The classmate flushed with shame. The teacher told him to stand by and slapped another classmate. Coincidentally, this classmate just got the classmate who said "Didi, Didi". As soon as the classmate came up, he shouted, "Spiders are crawling on the beams, crawling east and west, crawling south and crawling north." . . . . . "The teacher is in distress situation:" It's an instant when you are a spider! ""The students have doubled up with laughter. The teacher held back his laughter and continued to draw lots. It seems that anything is possible. The girl whispered nervously, "I saw a spider, and then I gave a cry and the spider ran away." . . . . . "The teacher didn't laugh this time. He turned to everyone and said, "What's their problem? "
"It's too rough!" "No, that spider is not careful enough!" . . . . . "Students, be quiet and let me talk; They didn't write it as flesh and blood, but it was dull and boring to read! " "Yes!" "That's right." "Come down and let the monitor read his composition!" The teacher can only shout to drown out the noise. Everyone quieted down, and the monitor walked onto the platform with a smile on his face: "I was listening to a class when someone suddenly called' Spider'. I looked at Liang impatiently and unhappily. I saw a spider coming, as if looking for mom and food. Soon, it spit out silk and began to swing in autumn. It's like winding an alarm clock I can imagine. . . . . . "The teacher nodded approvingly and said," The monitor described the spider's movements in detail, which made people feel very interesting. This is what we call a flesh-and-blood composition, so we should study it carefully. . . . . . ""Ah-"The spider fell, and the class was over. * * * rang in the noise of the students.
7. Continue to write the composition. I glanced up at him and then ignored him at my desk.
"Huh?" His words of concern rang in my ears again. I said impatiently, "It's none of your business?" He said indignantly, "I.
I was just worried about you. What's the matter with you? "I didn't talk to him, tears in my eyes have been impatient, unwillingly.
What's wrong with me? Why do people misunderstand me? What is wrong with me? Why did my former sister hurt me like this? Why are you ignoring me? Why bully me with his little power? I thought we agreed to exchange hearts. Why did I exchange my heart for the fragments of my heart? Is that what I want to do? To be comforted by someone who is obviously more pitiful than me, an unreasonable person who is spurned by others? .