This is also a primary school composition in class.
This is also the primary school composition in class 1. A highly civilized nation is inseparable from its excellent schools. For example, Americans with millions of wealth have institutions such as Harvard University, and British people with gentlemanly manners have institutions such as Cambridge University. No matter in Harvard or Cambridge, the most famous universities are made up of large and small classrooms. Excellent culture and advanced science spread from these classrooms to all parts of the world. Does all the knowledge come from the classroom? Of course not.
We can't deny that school classrooms have made great contributions to people, but there are classrooms everywhere in life, and their contribution to people is indelible.
Participating in competitions since childhood is a classroom, whether it is a sports competition or a cultural competition. Sports competitions can encourage us to exercise. Sports competitions help us to strengthen our physique and improve our physical condition, just like physical education class. In the cultural competition, everyone wants to get a good ranking, thus prompting people to study harder, which can also be regarded as a cultural lesson. I once saw a comedy about a hygiene competition between classes in a company. A cooking class was bent on winning the first place. Several clumsy soldiers in that class learned to clean up before the competition and worked very hard, so they won the first place. This competition made them learn to work. Isn't this competition a "classroom"? Can this kind of "knowledge" be learned in the school classroom?
Generally speaking, war, like war, can turn fertile soil into scorched earth and prosperity into poverty overnight. Ordinary people see the disadvantages of war from this class. Military strategists draw lessons from previous wars to prepare for the next victory; Politicians study the causes of war from here and how to avoid it next time, because war is a continuation of politics. War is also a classroom where different people learn different truths and knowledge, but the "tuition" is a bit high.
Classroom in life can broaden our horizons, increase our talents, exercise our bodies, hone our will, evolve our minds and develop our intelligence. We study not only in the school classroom, but also in the classroom in our life. Whenever we meet something, we can say "This is the classroom, too".
This is also the classroom. There are classrooms everywhere in life, which teach us a lot of knowledge that schools can't learn. The "class" I met that day benefited me a lot.
On a warm spring day, my mother took me to climb the mountain. At first, I thought mountain climbing was a piece of cake, and it could be done in minutes. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a rigorous and serious required course.
When I first started climbing the mountain, I looked at the small mound in front of me. I am full of confidence. Unexpectedly, I couldn't walk after climbing a few steps. I just want to retreat. My mother encouraged me below, but my calf trembled, accidentally stepped on the air and slipped down-fell heavily on the ground! Looking up from the ground, I suddenly felt that standing in front of me was a towering mountain, towering into the clouds and unattainable! There were whispers around, and I didn't know whether I was laughing at me or talking about the height of the mountain. I drummed in my heart: I must not be able to climb up!
My mother suddenly appeared before my eyes. She seemed to get the message, pulled me up and said, "Don't give up, as long as you work hard, no matter how far or high the mountain is, you can climb it." After listening to these words, I seem to have accumulated a momentum, but I still don't want to move when I look up at the mountain.
Mom still didn't dare to see me, so she climbed forward by herself. I looked at my mother, and she climbed higher and higher, and the little figure climbed farther and farther, but she climbed more and more steadily! I don't know how to feel a surge of gas in my heart. Should I give up? Absolutely not! So, I gathered all my strength, used my hands and feet, and climbed up in harmony with my body. Halfway up the mountain, my calf began to tremble again. I looked up at my mother, but I had reached the top of the mountain. I close my eyes, cheer myself up, open them again and start over. In this way, after more than an hour, I finally reached the top and tasted the sweetness after suffering! I, hands in the air, stood at the top of the mountain, breathing the breath of victory heartily, and every cell was screaming: I won, I won, I stepped on you!
There are classrooms everywhere in life. A little thing can also teach us a profound philosophy of life. A little experience is also a classroom to hone your will!
This is also the classroom of primary school composition. There are classrooms everywhere in life. As long as you put your heart into it, you will learn.
Every little thing is enough to remind people of the patent that seems to belong only to the classroom-knowledge.
Seasonal articles
In the rainy summer of Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. They are scattered around lotus leaves and skirts cut into one color, and hibiscus blooms around the lotus pond on both sides of the face. Looking at the lotus pond with infinitely bright lotus leaves and lotus flowers reflecting sunlight in different ways, they look at the infinitely bright lotus leaves and the beautiful scenery of lotus flowers reflecting sunlight, sucking the pillow lotus pond of ancient Qu Yuan and passing by.
In the autumn night of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", take a walk in the courtyard of "the courtyard is green and the potted chrysanthemums are still fragrant" "There are green hills outside the column, and the blocks in front of the building look at the lake." "The thin shadow is horizontal and the water is shallow, and the fragrance wafts at dusk", plus "the sunset and the lone eagle Qi Fei, the autumn waters are * * * one color.
Summary: Go to the fragrant grassland in spring, enjoy the green lotus pond in summer, have yellow flowers in autumn, and leave fragrant snow in the east; Such a delicate realm, do you think that "poetry will remain unchanged for thousands of years"
Famous heart article
Spring and autumn alternate, and time flows. Let's talk about celebrities together-
Zhen Hao praised "the ambition of a swan" and finally earned a good voice. Sima Gong's Shi Ji Shi Jia, Xiang Yu's ambition is in the world, and the phrase "I can take it and cut it" has made a career. Tao Qian is fascinated by the countryside, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely, showing the romantic life in Wei and Jin Dynasties. Either "don't bend over for five buckets of rice", or "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to a person with high power", or "keep a pure heart and shine on history."
Great men have great ambitions, and our teenagers also have their own teenagers who are crazy about Kunlun. They have been proud of Lvliang and Magic Sword for decades and will try their hand eventually!
Books and articles
The reincarnation of yin and yang will eventually return to the root.
Reading How Steel was Tempered, I saw the war and suffering, and I also saw the growth history of heroes. Reading "The Gadfly" saw the power of spirit; Reading Jane Eyre saw the equality of mind; Reading "Education of Love" saw the value of affection and friendship; Reading Gone with the Wind saw a beautiful expectation; Reading Harry Potter shows the great power of The New Soul.
Summary: ten thousand volumes disappear forever in ancient and modern times, one window is dim to pass the time, make a cup of chrysanthemum tea and taste this exciting book.
There is learning everywhere in life, as long as you put your heart into it.
Every little thing is a microcosm of a classroom. Learn to observe things, learn first.
This is also a primary school composition in class. At sunset, people come and go on the way after school.
"Hey, do you want to buy a newspaper?" An old lady, carrying a big blue cloth bag and a pile of newspapers that I don't know when, stumbled through the crowd and asked the pedestrians who hurried by in the street one by one.
"Don't!" Pedestrians refused to avoid or even ignore her. But she didn't seem to see other people's eyes and disgust, didn't hear those whispers, and still took the newspaper and asked everyone who passed by: "Do you want to buy a newspaper?"
In a blink of an eye, she has come to me: "Little sister, do you want to buy a newspaper?"
Her gray hair is messy on her head and her coat has been patched several times. There are all kinds of stains on it, and she can't tell the original color. She gives off a disgusting strange smell, mixed with ink, which makes people hide their noses. Her eyes are messy, staring at me straight, as if looking behind me through me. She asked me in Mandarin with a strong local accent with a hint of begging tone:
I glanced at some newspapers in my dark and rough hands, which were worn out and covered with dust. I'm afraid I can't sell a few copies in a few days and months!
I couldn't help frowning, holding my breath, coughing gently and waving. I don't want to say much and then bypass her and leave the polluted air quickly.
When I arrived at the bus stop, the cloudless days in Wan Li suddenly stopped, and the continuous rain fell on my glasses, which immediately blurred. But I have no leisure to enjoy the rain and write poems. I just curl up in the platform, hoping that the bus will come and the rain will stop.
"Buy a newspaper? Do you want an evening paper? " The old and familiar voice came, and I looked back. It was the old woman standing in the rain without an umbrella, selling newspapers to pedestrians who avoided one after another.
I stood by like everyone else, silently chanting, "Go away, go away." Without the shelter of the eaves, the rain quickly wet half of the body and the chill was biting.
"Little sister, do you want to buy a newspaper?" She came to me again and asked me for the second time. She wiped the rain off her face with her hand and got wet with the newspaper. I didn't take my eyes off her, but looked aside.
But she lowered her head, fumbled fingers awkwardly untied the big bag behind her and began to rummage through something. With this action, the pile of newspapers was also caught in the rain, giving off an old smell. As she rolled, she lisped to herself, "Well … it's not good to catch a cold in such a heavy rain …"
I watched her bend over and wait for a while. Maybe she is looking for an umbrella for me? Then I erased this ridiculous idea. You don't say! There are so many people at the station that no one wants to take an umbrella with a stranger like me. How can she give me an umbrella if she doesn't do it herself?
Unexpectedly, after a long time, she actually dug out a black folding umbrella, shook the dust, held it several times before opening it, and broke several umbrella ribs, all of which were deformed, but she handed it to me and said seriously, "All right, fight hard ..." She turned and picked up a big cloth bag and walked to other pedestrians.
Watching the rain fall on that figure, I don't want to catch up: "grandma, you hit it!" " Here comes my car. "
She took it with a smile, put away her umbrella, and her face flashed a trace of loneliness, as if she was a little sad because of my refusal.
Gradually, it rained a lot. I got on the bus and stood in the bumpy carriage, staring at the figure carrying a big bag of newspapers. Maybe she has poor and sick relatives waiting for her to sell newspapers to support her. Maybe she just wants to do more for the people in her twilight years. Maybe she was abandoned by her children and could only live on such a meager income. Or maybe. ...
But her surroundings are full of rejection and disgust, and no one wants to lend her a helping hand.
My sideburns have turned gray after the weathering of time, and my body has been bent by the years. A pair of rough and dark hands handed me an old umbrella to remind me not to catch cold. It may not cover the wind and rain, but it symbolizes the rare warmth of this society.
I suddenly regret that I refused her kindness, that I didn't buy more newspapers, and that I was a little disgusted.
When the warm spring breeze can't blow you, when the sun can't shine on you, when the whole world has abandoned you, do you still have the courage to love with a grateful heart?
That poor old woman warmed me with her simple and kind heart on that cold rainy day and taught me the most important lesson in my life.
Zhang Jun, Grade Two, Shanghai Jianshe Junior High School, Yangpu District, Shanghai.
This is also a primary school composition in class. It's summer vacation again, and I jumped three feet high with joy. At this time, my mother smiled and asked me, "What do you want to do in the summer vacation?" I pulled my fingers and said, "Swimming, learning to cook, reading, watching movies, traveling … too much!" " "My mother nodded and said to me," I have a suggestion. Being a newspaper boy can not only exercise, but also increase social experience and save pocket money. How nice! " I agreed without thinking.
I was still in a meeting with Duke Zhou in the morning, and my mother woke me up. I protested discontentedly: "Today is summer vacation, I want to sleep!" " Sleep! ! Sleep! ! ! "Mom said," aren't you going to sell newspapers? If it doesn't rise, it won't sell! "As soon as I heard this, my eyes lit up and I said," I will definitely sell out! " "
I took a big bag of newspapers from the newspaper wholesale office and went to the street. Cars were coming and going, and I suddenly lost my concentration and didn't know where to go. I wandered helplessly in the street and suddenly patted my head: "Of course I went to a crowded place!" " "I hurried to the breakfast shop.
Haha, the business of this store is really good. There are many people waiting in line there, and you can definitely make a profit. I cleared my throat, turned my expression into a smile and said to a waiting uncle, "Hello! Do you need a newspaper? " At that time, people in the shop were looking at me. Those eyes scorched me and distracted me. I tried to calm myself down and said in my best voice, "Do you need a newspaper? One yuan a book. " I am so nervous that my legs are weak. Fortunately, people paid for newspapers, which made me happy for a long time.
Next, I came to the busiest street corner. A kind grandfather walked by me, and I asked loudly, "Hello, grandpa!" " ! Do you need a newspaper? "Grandpa smiled and said," Already! " I said sadly, "I'm sorry ..." Before I finished, my grandfather asked, "Are you out to experience life? It is not easy! "I nodded." Then I'll bring two copies to my old neighbor. They all like reading newspapers. "Grandpa said," Now children are spoiled, and they are not willing to come out and sell newspapers! " "I smiled shyly. Yeah, another one!
After more than an hour, the sun is getting bigger and bigger, and my newspaper is almost sold. I thought I couldn't sell the rest, so I sold it to the newsstand at a relatively cheap price. Of course, I didn't forget to leave one for my parents.
This is also a classroom, which makes me brave; This is also a classroom, let me learn to think; This is also a class, and he has accumulated rich social experience for me. This is also a classroom, which makes me feel the joy of labor; This is also a classroom, teaching me knowledge that I can't learn at school.
This is also a primary school composition in class. 6 elbows supporting the window, eyes blurred without intersection. There are all kinds of people in a bus, including a dirty farmer uncle dragging two sacks; There are young mothers trying to comfort noisy children to sleep; White-collar workers in suits and anxiety look at their watches every ten seconds on average ... The scenes are intertwined, just like an absurd soap opera.
The line of sight drifts to the left, and through a thick layer of glass, there is another completely different world outside, with hurried faces and cars spewing black exhaust, as if seeing a black-and-white movie in the 1930s.
"Hey, wake up, it's the stop." A stewardess appeared in front of us.
I looked around and found no other passengers. I stretched myself and got off the bus with the heater on. A cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering.
I'm just walking on the street corner at the first light, and I'm still a busy person, a busy creature who always wanders in this city.
But unconsciously, I walked back to this platform. This is both the beginning and the end. Every day is crowded with all kinds of people, and finally come back here at dusk, back to the starting point. It started here and didn't stop there. This is the whole meaning of the platform.
Some people say that life is like a one-way ticket, there is always a starting point and an ending point, and you will always meet all kinds of people and experience all kinds of things. With an expectation, we set off at dawn and the scenery is infinite. Let different people get on the bus and then let them get off at different stations. We saw in the rearview mirror that their figures were gradually blurred. Always like this, finally disappear, just go straight ahead and see the terminal in the distance, clear and fuzzy.
I like to take a bus and wait until all the seats are empty before getting off at the terminal. Actually, I'm still unfinished. But there is no bus that will never arrive, is there? It's like a journey of life.
I have a satisfied smile on my lips, but I still want to finish, but that's enough. It is one class after another, which makes people understand life.
Each bus is actually a classroom.
This is also a primary school composition in class. Summer vacation is the sowing season of double-cropping rice, and I am clamoring to learn from my grandmother.
Grandma listened and said, "Children's house is tender, so go and play by yourself. Don't get in the way." "
I pouted and pestered my grandmother: "Grandma-Chu Huilin next door is the same age as me, and I have already met her."
At about 3 pm, grandma stuffed a plastic raincoat around her waist and left. I quickly kicked my foot, took off my shoes and stared at my grandmother. Grandma said helplessly, "I really can't help you with this candy!" " "I jumped three feet high and shouted happily," Grandma, you promised! "
At the head of the field, grandma first pulled the row spacing with nylon branches, and then stepped into the paddy field. I went out of the field and set the width of my feet like my grandmother did. Then wipe off the straw tied to the seedling handle and put it in the hand of the cook. Looking at the watery feet, I panicked. At this time, grandma began to transplant rice seedlings, only to see a wave of her right hand along the water surface. With the rippling microwave, six seedlings were neatly arranged.
Grandma said to me, "Holding the seedlings with your left hand and rubbing your thumb and forefinger, give seven or eight seedlings to your right hand and then insert them into the soil." Don't use too much force to prevent the roots from bending. "
Oh, listen to grandpa, this is called' chimney head', which is the most unfavorable for seedling growth. "
See it in your eyes and keep it in your heart. I clumsily plugged in the power according to grandma's appearance. However, one pair of hands is really disobedient. They stuck it for a long time, crawling like snails, only about one meter, but sweat was dripping down their cheeks.
I stole a look at grandma. Ah! Grandma has been away from me for a long time.
I was about to open my mouth and scream, but I swallowed my words. I think: nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it. I stopped transplanting rice seedlings and carefully observed grandma's every move.
Looking at it, I suddenly realized. Grandma bent down and put her hands close to the water to minimize the distance between her right hand and the air. In addition, she is skilled in dividing seedlings, and the speed is naturally fast.
Thought of here, I am full of energy, according to grandma's appearance, the speed is really much faster.
Look, this is also the classroom.
This is also a primary school composition in class. 8 Emperor Taizong said, "With copper as a mirror, you can dress yourself; Take people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses; Taking history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall. " Classroom is not a teacher standing on the podium, history is actually a classroom.
"When poverty appears, emperors who swept the world one after another will be covered by the yellow sand of history forever with the collapse of their dynasties." What makes Wen Tianxiang famous for thousands of years is the brilliance of human nature. "My heart is a magnet, which does not mean that the South will not rest." Song Rui (Wen Tianxiang) You are honest and take loyalty to your country as your duty. "Loyalty, courage and integrity" is the first lesson that history taught me.
"A lifetime of fame is bad, and a lifetime of fame and fortune is in a dream; You don't have to be brave after death, and the loyal soul still keeps Liaodong. " What was on Yuan Chonghuan's mind when he said his quatrains? Three months ago, he fought at the gates of Beijing and protected all sentient beings in Beijing. Two years ago, he turned the tide, defeated Huang Taiji, and "helped build everything"; Five years ago, he broke the invincible myth of Nurhachi in the lonely city of Ningyuan. Inspector Yuan is not a top priority, but he is still worthy of our commemoration, because he protected all beings in the world, and he didn't know how to share the same fate, so he didn't come to a good end. But when he finished reading this poem, he had achieved what others could not-persistence. This is the second lesson that history taught me, "Persistence and Faith".
"How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai". Looking back, when Wan Li was swallowed like a tiger, Xin Gong, whose ambition was not rewarded, came to Yugutai with much pain, resentment and helplessness. Can you see your eyebrows locked with gold, but you can't fight with gold? "It's a pity to forget the king's world and win fame before and after." When Xin Gong was dying, he gave a cry. "Break the gold, break the gold." At that time, history taught me to be brave and loyal to my country. Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.
Courage, integrity, persistence, tempering, uncompromising, faith ... History has taught us these things, "predecessors are teachers of the future." We are students now and are receiving education. When we become history, we will eventually educate others. Why is history not a classroom? History is also a classroom. The accumulation of time, the fleeting years, gradually precipitated the true feelings and good character.
This is also a primary school composition in class. Expo 20XX opens in Shanghai. Of course, I am glad that I went to Shanghai and saw the World Expo in the summer vacation. It can be said that I learned a lot of knowledge while playing.
The weather in Shanghai is very hot in August, especially in the days I went, and the average temperature reached above 39 degrees. When I lined up to enter the Expo Park, I was already too hot. At this time, there is a spray device above my head, which keeps spraying water. This is something that can relieve summer heat, and it keeps turning every day. This thing is all over the Expo site, under the overpass, next to the guardrail lined up for entry. It was novel after reading it, but it wasn't strange later.
When we entered the Expo site, it was already noon. We first entered the Africa Joint Pavilion. The surface color of the venue is black and purple, and the venue is large and beautiful. There are not enough people in this meeting place. Although there were not enough people, they queued for more than half an hour and entered the venue. It's very cool inside. There are many small venues in African countries, and the exhibition area of small countries is only 30 square meters. The relatively large national exhibition area has more than 50 square meters. No wonder it's called the Africa Joint Pavilion. There are national exhibition areas of all sizes. The exhibition area of poor countries is 20-30 square meters, with several paintings. Rich country is 50-60 square meters, with exhibits, performances and historical materials. It can be said to be rich and colorful.
In the Expo site, I paid the most for the Korea Pavilion. It was hot, and we waited outside for more than four hours, when it suddenly began to rain. We had already entered the building, but we had to get on the elevator to get to the area. Because some buildings in the Korea Pavilion were empty, we were soaked to the skin and finally went in. The Korea Pavilion is like walking into a place you have just visited, as if the road gradually narrows with the lights. I walked to the top of my head and the wall said, Welcome to the Republic of Korea. Then I saw some screens. This screen is to learn about Korean food while playing games. After that, I played some games, all of which were knowledge. Then I watched the video "Harmonious City". I heard that the actor took a week to shoot, but the animation took a year. After listening to it, I was very moved. The staff of the Korea Pavilion are too attentive.
The World Expo was very interesting, and I learned some knowledge. I saw the history and technology of various countries. I have benefited a lot. Visiting the Expo is also a class.
This is also a primary school composition in class. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will get the truth of life.
On New Year's Eve, I enjoyed the fun with my family. At this time, the loud noise of firecrackers shook the whole earth, and the brilliance of fireworks set off the deep blue night. While people cheered, I was lost in thought: fireworks painted a beautiful picture in the air, depicting the beauty of the festival; Firecrackers interweave into a deafening symphony, playing a festive atmosphere. However, the brush is a pen, and each pen is a bouquet of fireworks, and it is the flash of countless Mars. That song was played one after another, and every sound was an earth-shattering firecracker, which was the process of a small gun from being ignited to falling with the wind. Their lives are short, but they left the brightest moment in the night sky and the eternal flash in people's hearts. I can't help thinking about life. In a short life, some people have become real passers-by in the world, and some people are diligent and try their best to add a point, an essence and a color to the world. Even if it is insignificant, it is enough to feel the value of life. ...
On that day, I gained a great truth of life. In ordinary life, I still feel the philosophy of life.
I am a nostalgic person, which can be seen in my drawer: old books and stationery are clustered in this small space, and sometimes there are needles, threads and brains. I don't know why, I can't bear to lose them, as if there is a love between me and them. However, these messy old things often bring me a lot of trouble. So I finally decided to throw them away. Every time I draw a drawer, it becomes neat, and I will learn to give up. When you make a mistake, try to give up all kinds of mistakes that you regret, and give up the inferiority and humiliation caused by mistakes; When you are frustrated, try to give up your frustration and despair, so that you can have a strong belief to support you to face the reality ... It is difficult to give up, but only by giving up can you start over and mature gradually. That day, I learned another important lesson in my life.
In fact, life is a classroom. In this big class, we constantly learn lessons and gain new knowledge; In this big class, we constantly enrich ourselves and refresh our lives. Open your eyes wide and let's explore the true meaning of life in the vast classroom.