On Wednesday afternoon, only the brush sound of pen writing was heard in the quiet classroom. Everyone was quietly taking the exam, but I was scratched by a fill-in-the-blank question. I can't remember a few ancient poems that have been memorized! I carefully asked my deskmate for help, trying to create a better future. But the news has not been answered yet. I suddenly felt a chill in my back. Come to my office after school! Like death, there is no pity, only a blank brain, and I regret slapping myself.
Blink of an eye to the school, I stood outside the office door, hesitant to go in. Just want to run away, a lift eye, through the glass window, the light reflected from the two lenses, kept staring at me, staring at my whole body chills, so I had to raise my hand and push open the iron gate in the municipal government office. The door creaked as if laughing at my incompetence.
The teacher moved a chair and asked me to sit down. Then he took out a brand-new test paper from his bag and said, do it again. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote hard. I just want to end this torture quickly. In the expectation of 97 minutes of calm, there is a kind of comfort that can't be concealed. Teacher, I was wrong. Your real strength is as good as copying! You have made progress! A few words, but let me feel unprecedented warmth and trust, so forget the past and accommodate a large number of teachers, it is really hard to find with lanterns!
When I got home, I looked through the test paper carefully and found a note inside, which said: No need for skills, get rid of glitz, the most precious ingredient we have now is sincerity, and do it well with all our efforts.
Looking at these exquisite and round fonts, my eyes don't feel a little moist. Even after graduation, this note has always been treasured by me.
Don't need skills, throw away glitz, our most precious ingredient now is sincerity, and do it well with our enthusiasm. This will be the motto of my life, always wake me up!
Pay attention to the composition of 500 words 2 "Ha ha, ha ha." There is laughter in the classroom. What are you doing? It was a spoof note.
The teacher asked us to write down the time, place, people and events on four pieces of paper. As for what I wrote, I will keep it a secret and tell you later. After writing, put the note in the corresponding bag. After disturbing it, let the students draw four small notes from it to form a sentence.
Qi Lin drew the note in the first game, but she slowly pulled it out and opened it, as if to add a little suspense to the game. Suddenly, her brow wrinkled, and I thought, I didn't draw it myself. Sure enough, the reality behind everything speaks for itself. Her face turned red and she said, "On March 28th, Qi Lin was reading ghost poems at school." Ha, say yourself, awesome! The whole class laughed.
The highlight is the third scene. I grinned and thought, hee hee, who is it this time? Reality shows that anyone who wants to see other people's jokes will laugh himself. I heard the teacher say loudly, "One dark night, Yue Lin was eating instant noodles in the ladies' room. "What. In an instant, the whole class burst into laughter. Some students slapped the table, and some students asked me, "Yue Lin, is the instant noodles delicious? "I thought: this is really providence! I wrote "night" in the sentence. I really deserve it. I was helpless, but under the happy immersion, I also smiled and even shed tears. It's really "laughing for ten years, and my classmates and I are going to laugh back to my mother's stomach." "
It's really interesting. In laughter, I understand that making sentences should be reasonable! Joking is not funny.
There is a beautiful little box on my desk, but there is a tattered little note in it. Some people may say, what is there to treasure in a piece of broken paper? In fact, what I cherish is not the note, but the words on it.
I especially liked reading when I was a child. Once, I passed a bookstore and saw my favorite book, Diary of a Laughing Cat. I felt it in my pocket. I have no money, so I have to go home disappointed.
When I got home, I suddenly realized and ran into my mother's bedroom. Mother has a cupboard with a lot of money and coins in it, so I opened it.
My hand slowly reached into the cupboard. At this time, my other hand grabbed the little hand that paid the money, as if to say, "No, this makes me a thief." The little hand that paid the money was not to be outdone, as if to say, "Just take a little, it's okay, it won't happen again." After a struggle, I finally got ten dollars.
I went to the bookstore, bought my dream book and read it with relish.
One day passed ... three days passed ... my mother didn't seem to find out that I stole money to buy books. I felt a sort of surge of relief. In this way, another week passed.
One day I passed the bookstore and saw a new book, Diary of a Laughing Cat, and I had the idea of buying a book.
When I got home, I went to my mother's bedroom again and opened the cupboard like last time. Just as I took out ten yuan, I saw a note. I took the note and ten yuan, went to the table and sat down. When I opened the note, I was shocked by the words above, which read: Son, mom believes that you are not like that. ...
Suddenly, I felt so anxious and guilty. I went back to the cupboard, put ten yuan in and closed the cupboard door. I took the note back to my room, stared at the words on it for a while, and then put it in a beautiful box.
I will often open the box and take out the note in the future. This note always reminds me to do things aboveboard, and I can discuss with my parents when necessary, instead of stealing.
There is a note in my pencil box with beautiful handwriting ... This note connects the profound friendship between teachers and students. ...
It was in the sixth grade, because of the rising difficulty of learning and the danger of junior high school, my grades dropped sharply and never rose again. When I feel desperate, the teacher keeps all this in mind. Once in physical education class, after class, I ran back to the classroom and opened the pen cover. A piece of paper fell on the table and the teacher asked me to make up lessons after school in the afternoon. This is a real blessing!
After school, I ran to the office, and the teacher met me: "Do you want to make up the lessons alone?" I nodded again and again, and then the teacher wrote me a note and gave it to me "in one day". I ran away with the note. At first glance, this question is silly. What's the problem? I can't even understand the topic. So I dragged myself to the office for a day, took an empty piece of paper, and said falteringly, "I ... I won't ... I will." When the teacher saw it, he frowned: "Then you should think about it all morning, not to mention making up lessons." I had to go back to the classroom with a red face. Alas, I didn't expect to ask my classmates. I am an unsociable person, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and find my classmates. I not only understood the topic, but also found that the students were still very enthusiastic and talked over and over again until I fully understood it. Then the teacher gave me more questions, one more difficult than the other. Slowly, my courage grew, and I discussed with my classmates as soon as I got the question.
After a few weeks, my grades have been greatly improved, and then I know that the teacher is cultivating my courage and grades! I will always keep this note.