Time flies, six years have passed quickly, and we have grown from small saplings to towering trees!
Teacher, you are a hard-working gardener, and we are the saplings that grow under your care! Teacher, you have transformed us from little birds that can only play to big birds that know how to look after our homes. It is you who turned us from a small bud into a big and beautiful green leaf. It is you who turned us from a piece of white paper into a beautiful picture! You are an excellent craftsman and carve all the statues eclectically. What you carve is not only our rich knowledge, but also the character of our founder! Teacher, you impart knowledge to us, let us grow in the kingdom of knowledge and play in the ocean of knowledge!
You are a very good teacher in my mind! During class, the text content was very in-depth and thorough. You always care about students' academic performance, and you can teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Every time we teach a text, we are always asked to delve into the deeper meaning of each word. You are best at guiding us to explore the text from all angles, mobilizing students' enthusiasm, and making us deeply immersed in emotions, so as to understand the content of the text!
Teacher, your care for us is as warm as the sun, as sweet as spring water, and as bright as gems! Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot be counted as your contribution to me, and poems and songs cannot praise your reverence! Because of your guidance, we fearlessly swim in the boundless ocean and fly over the mountains in the clouds!
Teacher Liang, you are like a hard-working gardener, nurturing the flowers of our motherland, so that we can become the pillars of our future motherland!
2. Based on lesson 26 of Volume 2 of the sixth grade, write a short article about your teacher. Dear Teacher Xu, unforgettable teacher, hello! Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and primary school life is coming to an end in a blink of an eye. I still appreciate your kindness. Your sincere teachings and motherly smile still appear in my mind.
The autumn wind is crisp, but at first glance it is still warm. On September 1, 2007, I transferred from a rural central primary school in a famous mountain to an experimental primary school. Fortunately, I came to your class. I vaguely remember that I was timid and cried all the time.
Once, my deskmate bullied me. I cried and told you, but you frowned and taught my deskmate a lesson. He refuses to change, so you immediately teach my deskmate a lesson. At that time, I had no friends. When my grandma took me home after school, I happened to meet Teacher Xu. You greeted me with a smile, and my grandma chatted with you.
Grandma sighed: "Oh, this child is introverted and has few friends at school." As soon as I finished speaking, I lowered my head shyly, eager to find a hole to crawl in.
You smiled and touched my head: "Okay, I will tell my classmates tomorrow... Well, if you have no friends, then talk to me. Not only am I willing to be yours" "Teacher and friend", my classmates will also be willing!" At dusk I looked up, stunned, and said: "Thank you...". Teacher Xu, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You allowed me to gain knowledge and swim in the ocean of knowledge. It was you who opened the road to friendship for me and got rid of the boredom of loneliness.
Teacher Xu, you have had countless students in your teaching career. I am just one of the students you helped selflessly, but your tireless teaching is unforgettable and deserves to be remembered forever. I don't know how to thank you. I can only repay your kindness by studying hard. Here, please let me sing a song "Grateful Heart" for you: "Grateful Heart, thank you..." This is a tribute to your students: Yang Jiangling May 28, 2011.
3. A replica of Lesson 26, Volume 2, Grade 6, "All Good Things Come Hard". "All good things come slowly" is a famous saying that tells people that as long as you work hard, nothing is impossible. For example, Sun Jing from the Jin Dynasty tied a rope to his hair every night and tied the other end to the beam in order to prevent him from dozing off. Whenever his head drooped, the rope would wake him up and he would continue reading. In this way, he became a famous person who used a hanging beam to prevent himself from falling asleep. Su Qin, who is also a spy, has always been looked down upon by others because he could not get an official position in Qin. So he decided to argue. From then on, he studied hard and forgot to eat and sleep.
Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, Su Qin would feel dizzy and always wanted to sleep. He immediately stabbed his thigh with an awl, and when he felt pain, he woke up. This is Su Qin, a celebrity who wakes himself up by pricking stocks. Another example is Kuang Heng of the Western Han Dynasty. His family is very poor, but he likes reading very much. However, there was no oil to light the lamp in his house at night, and there was a lamp burning in the neighbor's room, so Kuang Heng dug a hole in the wall and read with the light coming from the hole. This is the story of "poaching and borrowing money". There is also the modern Xu Beihong, whose paintings are famous at home and abroad. When he was young, he was motivated to learn painting and used his own efforts to bring glory to our country and prevent foreigners from looking down on us in China. From these celebrity stories, everyone must have learned a truth: Only by persevering to the end and persevering can we make a difference. I had the same experience growing up. In the second grade of elementary school, I studied Chinese painting and electronic keyboard. At that time, the teacher was very strict and I was very diligent. I insist on drawing and practicing piano every night. A year later, I passed the Level 2 Chinese Painting Examination and the Level 4 Electronic Keyboard Examination. Unfortunately, the art teacher stopped teaching me, and I gradually relaxed my painting practice. I changed from painting one painting every day to one painting every week, and gradually gave up on me. I have always finished learning the electronic keyboard. Regardless of whether it's windy or rainy, hot or cold, I insist on taking more than two hours of driving to go to school every Sunday. It's always dark when I get home. After returning home, I insisted on practicing for nearly an hour every night. Under the urging of my parents, I finally got some results. From my study of painting and electronic keyboard, I deeply understand the profound meaning of the saying "all good things come hard". You can't do anything half-heartedly or half-heartedly, but you must start and finish and persevere. Only in this way can we make a difference and make due contributions to the people and society. Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, was a world-famous great speaker. His success lies in the fact that he has been practicing his speech and eloquence since his youth, watching and listening a lot. When he was young, he worked as a farmer, lumberjack, store clerk, postman, land surveyor, etc. In order to become a lawyer, he often walked 30 miles to a court to listen to the lawyers' arguments and watch how they argued and gestured. He listened to the impassioned speeches of politicians and orators and imitated them. He listened to the sermons of traveling evangelists, waving their arms and shaking their voices in the sky. When he returned, he followed their example, practicing his speech over and over again in the woods and cornfields. The success of the speech enabled Lincoln to eventually become an eloquent lawyer and eventually enter politics.
Hope this helps.
4. The ninth paragraph of Lesson 26 imitates the first volume of the Chinese language book for the sixth grade of primary school. How far is the grassland in the dream/I have been thinking about the grassland for many years.
Such an idea seems to be an innate instinct and desire. When a person's soul is immersed in a certain natural environment for a long time, does his blood also have some characteristics suitable for this environment? I think that in my previous life, I must have been deep in a vast grassland, riding a tame or wild horse, walking through colorful grassland wild flowers, and maybe singing heroic and desolate Tibetan songs along the way, making the clouds tremble and fly in the singing... .Anyone who knows me knows that this is a dream I have had for a long time.
When I hear the word "prairie" coming out of my heart, most people will persuade me with a disdainful tone: What's so good about grassland? It's nothing more than a vast expanse of drab grass with an occasional hill popping up.
Better go somewhere else. My heart almost aches at such a statement.
“To love someone is to love everything about him.” By analogy, if you love a place, you will love its four seasons and everything about it.
It is like a child looking at his mother, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. And the grassland I miss is really like my mother. The further away I got, the more prominent that unique beauty that comes from imagination became.
In fact, from the moment I set foot on the grassland, I was not very clear about how I should behave to express my long-term thoughts.
"The elephant is invisible", then, should all joy, anger, sorrow and joy be silent? When I really become a wanderer returning from the grassland, should I throw myself into her generous and desolate chest and cry bitterly, or should I hold back my sorrow and joy and look at her quietly and affectionately, letting my lifelong longing and Yearning fully revealed through my eyes? A dream, after years of hard work; a longing, an emotion that has tortured for half a lifetime, always implies some special reasons.
Otherwise, how to face the time of life? In this nostalgia, I imagined myself integrating into the grassland life countless times: riding a strong horse, beating my hooves, flying to the endless horizon; setting up a tent, and becoming a traditional, simple and kind-hearted person in the fragrance of green grass and milk tea. A beautiful prairie woman; and a lover who has known each other for a lifetime, using all his time and imagination to create a classic, handed down, and immortal grassland love story... It seems that the dream has reached the ultimate level of beauty. And how far is the grassland in my dream from my life? I finally made up my mind to feel this distance with my body and soul at the same time and narrow it. Otherwise, I will have great regrets in this life.
In early October, in the thick autumn colors, I embarked on a journey back to the grassland. On the winding road in the mountains, I traveled by car, and I fell deeply into my dream. A pair of wise eyes looked at my pious heart and couldn't help but shed tears. The sky, at this time, started to rain, a drop, a burst, cold, falling on my warm and soft heart.
My heart began to cool down. But there is a trace of heat that refuses to dissipate: perhaps it is the particles of autumn sunshine floating on the grassland, and the fragrance of autumn sunshine permeating the air.
With the support of this glimmer of hope, I will continue to move towards the grassland of my dreams. There was a pop song playing in the car at that time, and the singer's melancholy voice was full of sadness: "I think of you in the rain; at night, I miss you..." At that time, I thought that my grassland would break through the mist and rain, and be strong and healthy. The gesture came into my vision full of longing.
The car drove through countless dangerous shoals and entered Maoxian County. From now on, it will be a completely unfamiliar journey. I will withdraw my thoughts immersed in dreams.
Because I know very well that on many unfamiliar roads, there will be some unpredictable scenery and scenes. I must pay full attention to the real time and space I am in and capture some experiences that I may have never experienced before on this strange journey.
The mountains are still as strong as those before; the water still has the coldness and gentleness of the previous water; the road, however, is already muddy. My eyes were staring at the scenery outside the window, but my body clearly felt the difficulty of walking.
Reality and dreams are two different areas of life. In reality, hard work and a brave smile.
In the dream, there were faint tears flashing. This is probably how most people alive feel.
I wonder what would happen if I had some unusual ideas and wanted to turn my dreams into reality. The grassland in my dream finally appeared in my mind in a distant manner.
This is the end. The car was stuck in the thick, soft mud like a stranded ship, unable to enter or retreat. Rolling down the window, looking at the mushy soil outside the window, a sigh curled up in my heart: This is the end! Those deep ruts run over by trucks became the only thing blocking the dream journey.
The nobility of soul is at a loss in front of the 50-meter-long dirt road. There is too much unfathomable mud on the road ahead.
If you want to retreat, you only need to retreat to the period when you first entered the mud. Although it is difficult to retreat, at least it can make people see the difficulty. Relatively speaking, how dangerous is the muddy road ahead? No one can predict it.
In many different moving scenes, we had to retreat because of unpredictability. This helpless compromise is full of endless loss and sadness.
The reality is always like this, whether it is loss or sadness. The journey closer to your dreams is always unexpectedly muddy. This is the real reality, cruel and cold. grassland! grassland! In the process of my return, I became farther and farther away, so that the clear grassland, cattle, sheep, and herdsmen in the dream were blurred into clouds of different colors.
In the cold autumn rain, I shrank. Winter is coming, let's find some warmth here for now.
I firmly believe that this is not the final outcome! Put two pieces of grass for a walk and eat the skewers, which is unknown. At the foot of the shady mountain, the sky is like the sky, covering the surrounding fields. The sky is clear and wild, and the wind blows and the grass moves, and you can see cattle and sheep. Coming to the vast grassland, I was attracted by the subtle sounds.
That is the sound of the grass at the bottom of the prairie relaxing its muscles and bones; it is also the sound of the grass tips and moving clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. It was an inaudible whisper in a world of mixed voices. Human eyes and ears will always remain in the glory of the world.
5. Imitate the total score of 26 lessons in fifth grade, with a total composition of 400 words. Today, the students came to the classroom early, and they were all full of energy. Three or five people gathered in a group, chatting about interesting things during the New Year...
After a while, the teacher came, and the students talked with him enthusiastically greet. The first thing the teacher said when he entered the door was: "The educational reform has begun, and our seats are going to be changed." This is not surprising! Seats change every semester. But what the teacher said next was so unexpected: "We divided the class into six groups to study in groups and help each other. Therefore, the arrangement of tables and chairs will be different from before."
"No way. "Is our class going to be 'reformed'?" A pot exploded in the classroom. I was both curious and puzzled: "We have only graduated from elementary school for one semester. How do we reform the law?"
"Quiet! Let me separate the groups first." The teacher gave the order and he went straight to the topic. "I divide the students in our class into three categories: sunshine students, potential students, and motivated students." The teacher read out the three lists.
"Each group has six students, two 'sunshine students', two 'potential students', and two 'progressive students'. The sunshine students have to help the other four students, and the potential students help the progressive students. "The other four students supervise the Sunshine students, and the two adjacent groups supervise each other." When the teacher said this, my previous doubts disappeared, and I was still a little excited when I thought about it. This kind of learning will definitely be more fun, and my enthusiasm for learning will also increase.
At this time, the whole class mobilized, everyone moved tables and chairs, and turned the original eight rows into nine rows, the three rows into large groups, and the two rows in the large group into small groups. After everyone took their places, the teacher began to announce a new learning method: "No matter which subject the teacher is. A class can only teach for 12 minutes, leaving 24 minutes for students to study independently under the leadership of the group leader and deputy group leader."
The teacher then said: "Not only our class, but all classes in the whole school should do this." This plan was first tried out in our school. If the effect is good, it will be promoted vigorously. "
This "reform" made me feel the progress of the times. This plan really returned the classroom to the students.
The second class was a Chinese class, studying Lao She's " "Growing Flowers". The teacher told us some key points, asked a few questions, and talked about the preview plan, and then we studied in groups.
Group learning can be lively, and some people in our group have different opinions. Said "It should be divided into three sections, and the obvious relationship is the 'total score'!" "No, it should be divided into four sections." You see, this cannot be connected to Section 5. Should be separated! "Everyone has their own opinion. Finally, it was our turn to express our opinion: "This text should be about the relationship between the total score and the total score. You see..." The group leader and I expressed our opinions, but the other two students disagreed. , we convinced people with our reasoning, and finally reached an agreement: it was divided into three paragraphs, and we also discussed the main ideas of the paragraphs. After the heated discussion lasted for more than 20 minutes, the teacher asked us to report the learning results and the recommended representatives of each group raised their hands to speak. Full of confidence. The teacher is no longer "cramming", and the students have truly become the masters of the classroom! Now...
6. Imitate the ninth paragraph of the Moonlight Song from Lesson 26 of Grade 6, 100 words. I listened quietly to the cherry blossoms, Kazuki Watanabe, and a bright moon appeared in front of me. In front of me, I seem to be standing in a forest of lush cherry blossom trees, with the moonlight shining through the branches and shining on the delicate pink petals. The moon rises higher and higher through the trees at night. The mist.
The night wind suddenly blew in the forest, and the leaves undulated like waves on the sea, making a rustling sound like wind chimes blown by the wind.
I closed my eyes, stepped on the path paved with yellow leaves, took a deep breath, and smelled the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.
The unique sense of mystery at night gives people a sense of fear and makes people feel like they are in a fantasy world. Sakura trees, cherry blossoms, accompanied by bright and charming moonlight, surrounded me.
7. Lesson 20 in Volume 2 of Sixth Grade: Imitation writing pays off.
"All good things come in a long way" is a famous saying, which tells people that as long as they work hard, nothing can be accomplished.
For example, Sun Jing of the Jin Dynasty tied a rope to his hair every night and tied the other end to the beam in order to prevent him from dozing off. Whenever his head drooped, the rope would wake him up and he would continue reading. In this way, he became a famous person who used a hanging beam to prevent himself from falling asleep. Su Qin, who is also a spy, has always been looked down upon by others because he could not get an official position in Qin. So he decided to argue. From then on, he studied hard and forgot to eat and sleep. Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, Su Qin would feel dizzy and always wanted to sleep. He immediately stabbed his thigh with an awl, and when he felt pain, he woke up. This is Su Qin, a celebrity who wakes himself up by pricking stocks.
Another example is Kuang Heng of the Western Han Dynasty. His family is very poor, but he likes reading very much. However, there was no oil to light the lamp in his house at night, and there was a lamp burning in the neighbor's room, so Kuang Heng dug a hole in the wall and read with the light coming from the hole. This is the story of "poaching and borrowing money".
There is also the modern Xu Beihong, whose paintings are famous at home and abroad. When he was young, he was motivated to learn painting and used his own efforts to bring glory to our country and prevent foreigners from looking down on us in China.
From these celebrity stories, everyone must have learned a truth: only by persisting to the end and persevering can you make a difference.
I had the same experience growing up. In the second grade of elementary school, I studied Chinese painting and electronic keyboard. At that time, the teacher was very strict and I was very diligent. I insist on drawing and practicing piano every night. A year later, I passed the Level 2 Chinese Painting Examination and the Level 4 Electronic Keyboard Examination. Unfortunately, the art teacher stopped teaching me, and I gradually relaxed my painting practice. I changed from painting one painting every day to one painting every week, and gradually gave up on me. I have always finished learning the electronic keyboard. No matter it’s windy or rainy, hot or cold, I insist on taking more than two hours of driving to go to school every Sunday. It’s always dark when I get home. After returning home, I insisted on practicing for nearly an hour every night. Under the urging of my parents, I finally got some results.
From my study of painting and electronic keyboards, I deeply understand the profound meaning of the saying "all good things come hard". You cannot do anything half-heartedly or half-heartedly, but you must start and finish and persevere. Only in this way can we make a difference and make due contributions to the people and society.
Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, is a world-famous great speaker. His success lies in the fact that he has been practicing his speech and eloquence since his youth, watching and listening a lot. When he was young, he worked as a farmer, lumberjack, store clerk, postman, land surveyor, etc. In order to become a lawyer, he often walked 30 miles to a court to listen to lawyers' arguments and watch how they argued and gestured. He listened to the impassioned speeches of politicians and orators and imitated them. He listened to the sermons of traveling evangelists, waving their arms and shaking their voices in the sky. When he returned, he followed their example, practicing his speech over and over again in the woods and cornfields. The success of the speech enabled Lincoln to eventually become an eloquent lawyer and eventually enter politics.
8. Lesson 26 for the sixth grade of primary school. Goodbye, Gaga.
After leaving the village, Gacao walked all night and cried all the way. Goodbye, the beloved elephant house where I have lived for more than 20 years; Goodbye, the people who have accompanied it for so many years; Goodbye, Bo Nordin, who has taken care of it for more than 20 years, Goodbye!
It walked all the way and arrived at the Roda River at dawn.
Gacao stared at the river. He remembered that the river in front of him was originally red, dyed red by the blood of every comrade. They gave their lives, fighting like their own soldiers to defend their land.
When it came to the turtle-shaped reef, it thought, this is where I fell. It kissed it again and again, feeling the smoke of that year and the breath of its comrades. On this turtle-shaped reef, it seems that the blood left by the battle and the calls of companions still remain. Thinking of this, I seemed to see the comrades who had fought with him back then. They stood up one by one with the scars of those years, walked to it, and roared. Jakaka roared in the air, thinking of the bloody battlefield and the Japanese soldiers who killed their companions. Gacaca's eyes were filled with anger again, and he left the Roda River and the bloody battlefield of that year.
Gone again. It's going to find its old comrades!
He came to the White Elephant Tomb, where more than 80 elephants were killed by the Japanese army. He found a platform and stood on it, as if to say: "Friends, I'm here!""
For more than twenty years, I have never forgotten my responsibilities, missed my comrades, and stayed with my companions. around.