Essay the story in my class, the story essay in our class

Warmth In today's classroom, it is particularly oppressive. There is no longer the sound of reading in the past, and there is no longer the usual red-faced arguments. Everyone felt very sad because of Xiaoqiang.

The mother who depended on each other (Xiaoqiang's father died when he was young) passed away yesterday, leaving only him and his sister.

What a blow it was! When a child is in need of maternal love--- he is about to take the high school entrance examination in 98 days, but his mother is suffering from cancer and leaves him prematurely, which is called small.

How will the strong sisters and brothers live in the future!

In our class, joy does not belong to one person, but to the whole class, and Xiaoqiang's pain of losing his mother's love does not belong only to himself, but to the pain of the whole class.

Xiao Qiang walked in from outside the door, he had a black veil on his arms, his eyes were red and swollen, he dragged his heavy steps, and moved into the classroom step by step, everyone looked up at him, and watched him sit in his seat.

The whole morning was unusually heavy for the class.

At noon, after lunch, everyone gathered around Xiaoqiang, some people looked at him with comforting eyes, some people stopped talking, sighed, and some stepped forward to pat.

His shoulders. Xiaoqiang stood up, walked to the door of the classroom, glanced back at everyone, smiled at everyone, and walked out. It's no ordinary laugh, it's a child in the loss.

When motherly loves, she pretends to laugh in order to comfort everyone, for fear of affecting the learning of her classmates. This smile means that he can get through. I'm confident that he'll make it through.

One cent, two cents, five cents, one yuan ......Bills were put into Xiaoqiang's pencil case. After Xiaoqiang came back, he looked at the money in his pencil case, and then at his classmates, and the classmates all looked at him.

He smiled. Little lotus.

In the first class in the afternoon, many people put money on Xiaoqiang's desk and a notebook. Xiaoqiang opened the notebook, and there was such a famous sentence in the notebook: "Life is not a happy dinner."

but struggle, tribulation; More struggle, more suffering. There are also precious gifts from classmates in the book. Xiaoqiang saw it, with tears in his eyes, and wrote at the end of the notebook: "I am Chu."

A member of Class three (1), my heart will be fused with fifty-three hearts ......”

At this moment, I felt an invisible force, that is, love, when Xiaoqiang was frustrated, the whole class warmed his already cold heart with a heart of gold. I saw.

It was not fifty-four classmates, but fifty-four gold-like hearts that were tightly pressed together ......

At that moment, it was so warm!

There are so many stories to tell in our class.

When I first entered this class, the teachers and classmates didn't know each other, but after a day or two, we got to know each other. After getting acquainted with it, we quickly had a sense of class cohesion. Whether a class is united or not does not come out of thin air, and the class cohesion of my class is mainly after an event.

In this activity, there were many interesting stories between classmates and between classmates and teachers. These stories are the cohesion of my class. Not long after the start of school, the head teacher of my class took us to a picnic.

It was in this incident that the students in my class immediately became familiar with each other.

On that day, the teacher asked us to bring all kinds of picnic tools, and then took us up the mountain. The teacher has a hobby and is an amateur photographer. So most of the happy moments of our day were recorded by Xiangzi teacher.

When our class arrived at its destination, the students started one by one.

During the picnic, we made food that had a high failure rate, but we enjoyed it. The students asked each other for advice, and most of them would humbly ask for advice if they didn't understand something. Whenever a picnic failed to make food, there was a lot of discussion among the students, and everyone stood to their own point of view.

The story of our class started from this picnic, and in this activity, in the noisy noise of the students, the story of our class became more and more exciting. After this event, the unity of our class was reflected in a sports day on campus. The students in the class were all dedicated to the sake of the class, and after a sports meeting, my class won the championship.

Since then, the joy of victory in the class has always appeared in our class chaos level.

The story of our class started from the wonderful place, and the story of our class continues to this day, and I believe that the story of our class will become more and more exciting and warm. Because our class is a whole and has a super cohesion.