The teacher asked us to write an essay about the rush of the text, urgently, kneeling and begging!

Happy Chinese New Year!!

In this morning's composition class, the teacher assigned us to write an essay, and I just couldn't think of it. In a hurry, I copied an excellent essay and handed it to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher said (unexpectedly) that he wanted to recommend the "Rui Chun Fa" table.

This is me (leading the sheep), and now I panicked, (restless). After some ideological struggle, I decided to confess sincerely to the teacher and strive for "leniency".

In this morning's composition class, the teacher assigned us to write an essay, and I just couldn't think of it. In a hurry, I copied an excellent essay and handed it to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher said (unexpectedly) that he wanted to recommend the "Rui Chun Fa" table.

This is me (leading the sheep), and now I panicked, (restless). After some ideological struggle, I decided to confess sincerely to the teacher and strive for "leniency".

Silent fatherly love.

6 years old. On the playground, a little boy is learning to ride a bicycle while his father stands next to him. Without a word of guidance or comfort, the little boy naturally fell and fell, and his legs were already bloody.

Finally, the child sat on the ground and cried, wow wow wow cry. My father still stood so straight, his eyes full of disdain and indifference. How the child longs for his father's encouragement.

No; How much the child longs for his father's hug, or no. It's just that those empty eyes make the child feel cold and ruthless. Finally, the child stopped crying, stubbornly stood up, stepped into the car, and began to try again.

My father, who had already been a hobby, turned around, took a big stride, and left. Behind him, there was another sound of metal rubbing against the ground, and my father just casually turned his head, but his hands were shaking. The child stood up, thinking about his father's indifferent eyes just now, two lines of tears?

Namefully glide across his cheeks. One-step, two-step, three-step ......The sound of my father's footsteps was still firm.

16 years old. In the auditorium, the little boy was surrounded by the crowd and walked onto the podium. Another trophy raised, another cheer. Clinging to honor, under the incessant flashing lights, the child struggles to find his father.

In the crowd, there was no one left, and there was only one him in the audience. In an instant, the auditorium seemed empty, except for the child and his father. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful.

The father's hollow eyes faded the brightly lit trophy. Standing up, he walked over to his son and snatched the trophy that he was clinging to, and the father did not hesitate to hand it to the teacher backstage. Two lines of hot tears flowed down involuntarily again, one step, two steps, three steps ......The sound of my father's footsteps was still firm.

Yesterday. At the school gate, a young man parted with his father. No pleasantries, no relief, no hugs, not a word.

Looking directly at his father, his wrinkles deepened again, and his black hair added a little gray. Tears rolled in his eyes, suppressed. In the blur, there was some light in his father's indifferent eyes.

A trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air, and then shrank back. Pointing to the door, my father turned around again, not moving. Looking at his father's back in the distance.

Approaching the corner, the father froze, turned his head, glanced at it, and saw his son. The young man also looked at his father, and uncontrollable tears finally flowed. In the silence, my heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps ......

Today. in the exam room. There is a child who writes about the silent father's love, and his heart is full of gratitude and pride.

My father, his feelings are like a gentle autumn rain, a soft spring breeze, there are no big ups and downs, just indifferent and silent.

Silent fatherly love——— I am grateful to him.

Just look it up on the Internet.

This article revolves around the "hurried" narrative, first writing about the characteristics of the days that are gone forever; Writing about his more than 8,000 days coming and going in a hurry and fleeting, the author has a lot of thoughts, from the scenery to the people, sighing. Finally, the author exclaims in his heart. Features of the article:

First, the structure is exquisite, the level is clear, the inheritance is natural, and the beginning and end echo; Second, the text is delicate and timeless, simple and concise; The third is the blending of scenes, whether it is writing swallows, willows, peach blossoms, or writing about the sun, they are all integrated with the exclamation of "why are our days gone", revealing the author's helplessness and regret for the passage of time.

Hope in time!

In this text, the author narrates around "time", first writes that the days are gone, then writes that more than 8,000 days have slipped away, and finally, issues the sigh of "why the days are gone".

Me and my Chinese teacher When I was a child, I wasn't interested in Chinese, but since I was in the fourth grade, I have been interested in Chinese and this is all thanks to my Chinese teacher. Why is that? Let me tell you.

When we were in class, we had to write down the things that the teacher wrote on the blackboard in class, but we forgot them, so the Chinese teacher made up a song about the things I wrote down in class, and because the students in our class liked to sing, we would also sing as long as we taught it once. In the past, our Chinese teacher was very strict in class, but now our Chinese teacher is very humorous and funny in class, and the whole class will laugh as long as our teacher says a word. For example, if our classmates ask the teacher for a shortcoming, the teacher will say yes, and if you don't mention it, I won't change it.

In the past, our teachers would put comments written in Chinese on our class workbooks and homework books, but our current Chinese teacher Xu understands everything, and also smiles and cries under the homework, look how smart our Chinese teacher Xu is! In this way, I swim in the ocean of languages. When I grow up, I want to be a Chinese teacher like Mr. Lei, humorous and funny, and I can also let my students concentrate on listening and not distracting themselves, how good!

Look, this is the stark contrast between our teacher Lei and other teachers. The Chinese teacher is a gardener, selfless dedication for us, the Chinese teacher is a candle, dedicating his youth to us, the Chinese teacher is a match before entering the work is full of gray hair, teacher, you are really hard, we will always thank you, always love you.

In our life and learning, some things are lost and can be returned, but once some things are lost, it is like the river of loss "gone forever", we must grasp it well and make full use of it, so that it will not be easily lost, then this thing is - time.

Time, an ordinary topic, goes and comes in a hurry, always quietly lost when people are inadvertent, and finally leaves people to think deeply about him.

Time, you bring the east wind to the branches, let the birds fly happily into the blue sky, you bring the grass to the field, let thousands of flowers open their smiling faces; You bring the sunshine to the valley, let the snow turn into a gurgling spring, you bring the drizzle to the fields, let the seeds smell the fragrance of the earth, you bring the beautiful spring to the people.1 This gift is more precious than anything else, people say "an inch of time is an inch of gold", you are tens of millions of times more expensive than **!

No one is more generous than you, more just, you give everyone a share of the good time of the year, no one is more, no one is less, it depends on whether we can arrange you better, when we play, you flow past us, when we speak, you fly past us, when we are silent, you fly past our gaze eyes, leaving no trace, you always fly quietly next to the person who wastes time, you go to him and he doesn't know at all, He always shook his head and said that it was still early, you always spent more time on the person who cherished you, to help him complete the performance of his life, when we noticed that you went in a hurry, came in a hurry, only sighed in our hearts, we always complain that the time is short, the time is not enough, in fact, time is always in a hurry in our complaints.

Students, "an inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time"! Time is in a hurry, life is short, have you cherished time? Have you made the most of your time?

Don't you blush because you've wasted your time? As the saying goes, "cherishing time is equal to cherishing one's own life", time is like life, as the recipients of the 21st century, we should cherish time, make full use of time, cherish every day, grasp every minute, study hard, and use our profound knowledge to build the motherland when we grow up.

When the flowers are re-bloomed, people are no longer young. This statement is not false at all, no matter what, time is gone. After a day has passed, you can't expect to repeat this day, you can only be brave enough to live the next day.

During the winter vacation, I occasionally looked through the sixth-grade language books and saw "Hurry" again, and I felt this way. My life started when I couldn't speak. But I was wasting my time from the beginning.

I went from waking up in the morning, going to school, eating, doing my homework, and going to bed at night, day after day, year after year. I never felt that time was tight, I was oppressing myself, and I always thought that time was very long. But now I realize that my previous notion was wrong!

Even if people all over the world are waiting for me, even if they don't tear up the calendar, even if the hands of the clock no longer move, time will not wait for me, time will not stop, because time is the most precious and the most ruthless, the most cherished and the most easily broken thing in the world.

While reading a book, it escaped from the book. I grieve. As I did my homework, it slid over the tip of my pen again, and I sighed. Time is always in a hurry. It never stopped, and it didn't stop for anyone. It just keeps going, never stopping.

I have grown from a child who could not stand on my feet to a big child who can speak well, and when I think about the first grade registration, it seems like it was just yesterday. Throughout the ages, people have always thought that time is short, and time passes quickly, so why shouldn't I? The preciousness of time will never be there again, this is my greatest feeling.

Time slipped past me silently, but I didn't, but in the future, I will never let time slip out of my hands again, I will hold on to it so tightly that it has no chance to escape!

I have a homeroom teacher who everyone loves, she is of medium height, with a melon seed face, a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the eyes hidden behind the glasses are bright, and she always looks at others kindly. Sometimes the smile is not at all serious, so everyone feels cordial and comfortable. But sometimes, some classmates irritated her face like the weather in October, saying that it would change, and some would be sunny and cloudy.

Don't look at her sometimes very serious, but she cares about her classmates very much in her heart.

I remember that as soon as the exam paper came down, my grades were not satisfactory, at this time, the teacher happened to walk by and saw it, but she was not angry, but, patted me on the shoulder with one hand, pointed to the exam paper with the other hand to solve the wrong questions for me, and said to me:"Don't give up, come on! "I listened to it and felt much more comfortable.

Mr. Zhuang also comforted the other students and soothed their hearts.

There are many times when the poor students in the class either don't know how to do their homework, or they always make mistakes, but Ms. Zhuang never loses confidence in some poor students, but takes them to the office, explains them question by question, teaches them to write question by question, she is very patient, never bored. With the help and encouragement of Mr. Zhuang, the students have also made progress bit by bit. When Mr. Zhuang saw it, he didn't mention how happy he was.

Teacher so-and-so, you are an excellent and good teacher, and you are the best in our hearts! Thank you for your care and care; Thank you for your wealth of knowledge; Thank you for not giving up on us, believe us. We have a thousand words to say to you, but we want to say one thing to you the most:

Thank you, Mr. So-and-so!