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The memory on the blackboard represents youth and beauty.

The memory on the blackboard symbolizes diligence and hard work.

The memory on the blackboard is a metaphor for dedication and dedication.

Memories on the blackboard, put it in the closest place to the heart, and when you have nothing to do, you can use it to dry and drink, so it is good.

On the blackboard are memories of pinyin and Chinese characters taught to me by my mother when I was a child: there are innocent fantasies written on the blackboard after I went to elementary school; There is also a commemoration of the true feelings between classmates when they graduated from elementary school, and there is a strong teacher-student relationship! (The lyrical opening, the selected example is typical and intimate, bringing the reader's mind back to a distant memory.)

When I was a child, my mother bought a small blackboard in order to help me adapt to the new curriculum before I went to school, and whenever I had free time, she would take it out and write a few pinyin and Chinese characters to learn in elementary school and teach me to read. I have just entered the initial stage of state fiber study, and I am still a little uncomfortable, and I can't remember too many clearly. For example:

Once my mother asked me to write a "big" word, but I wiped the "big" word off the blackboard in a hurry, and "scoundrel" (note the use of quotation marks, it is a rhetorical language. He said to his mother, "How's it going?"

Obedient enough! "It makes my mother cry and laugh! (Lack of necessary environmental descriptions and mothers teach you to learn, the portraits, movements, and mental descriptions of the mother, please make up, otherwise the content of the article is not substantial!)

In this way, I have the memory of pinyin and Chinese characters that my mother taught me when I was a child. (Connecting the previous and the next, leading to the following.) ）

On the eve of the primary school graduation exam, the teacher called us to the blackboard and asked us to write our future dreams and friendships with our classmates on the blackboard. Some of the students wrote that they wanted to become teachers in the future. (Add a sentence of analogy, sincere feelings.)

I vividly remember that one of my classmates wrote a few sonorous words on the blackboard with white chalk (the word is wrong, this is to describe the sound). It should read as follows:

vigorous and powerful) in large characters "see you in the future". (Portraits and psychological depictions are added to recreate the scene.) ）

On the blackboard I wrote about my innocent fantasies and the innocent friendship between my classmates when I graduated from elementary school. (Connecting the previous and the next.) ）

When we first entered the gate of junior high school, the teacher led us into the campus full of fantasy, and the teacher wrote the words of warning to us on the blackboard: "6 years of hardship, 60 years of happiness!" "Whenever the students have a question that they don't know, the teacher will always patiently explain it carefully on the blackboard and write down the ideas on the blackboard.

Use the writing skills of the prose book and the rhetoric of the comparison to make the article have a sense of jumping and rich imagination. ）

The middle school blackboard always notes the loss and has a strong teacher-student relationship.

Gently I go, as softly I came; I waved my hand softly, not taking a cloud with me.

The years have left no trace, and unconsciously taken away the romance and immaturity of my youth; The flowing water is ruthless, and I suddenly look back and pass away my love, hatred and hatred; The past is vague, like some broken chapters, and I can't remember the complete story, only sitting in an empty classroom, looking at the blackboard that leaves the handwriting of youth, the memory is like a stranded boat, and gradually comes to mind.

The memory on the blackboard is dignified and affectionate, like a warm sun illuminating my future, which is the teacher's kindness.

The memories of the black class are long and long, like a rainbow communicating my heart, which is the color of friendship.

The memories on the blackboard are white and fragrant, like an orchid opening my sea of love, which is the sweetness of ignorance.

A wisp of the past breeze through the window, swept my hair, awakened my memory, a trace of emotion like a spring flowing in the heart, there are tears like lilies flashing in the eyes, sweet and fragrant, leisurely and astringent.

Gently I go, as softly I came; I waved my hand softly, not taking a cloud with me. It's time to go, it's time to leave with my rainbow dreams, take nothing with me, only take away the memories on the blackboard, like a jar of wine from the years, accompany me to the end of the world, to the cape, to pursue my colorful dreams!

The blackboard is like a memory, and the chalk is constantly writing—continuing to write life; The page is full of many past events; The blackboard eraser is constantly wiping those forgotten things. But something is so ingrained in my mind that I can't erase it.

The dark green color is our memory.

Xu Xiangdong blackboard newspaper, it is not easy to say that I love you. —Epigraph.

The colorful flags were displayed in front of the flag-raising platform, and the July 1 blackboard newspaper competition entered the stage of display and evaluation. From the first class of junior high school to the fourth class of three years, the 12 blackboard newspapers are lined up, with poems and texts, beautiful illustrations, and a hundred flowers blooming, which is beautiful.

The party branch secretary personally announced the results of the competition, and when he finished reading the list of third and second prizes, he paused, and the boiling playground was silent for a moment. "One first prize - one class in the second year! "Wow—thunderous applause. I forgot to applaud

A week ago, I accepted the task of participating in the July 1st Blackboard Newspaper Competition, and when I returned to the class, I was hit with a gray nose. Several main backbones said that the competition standards were too high, and they really didn't have the energy and time to do such a blackboard newspaper in the face of final exam review.

Is it possible to combine the July 1st Blackboard Contest with the revision exam? I was in a hurry and suggested: "Our class will carry out a July 1st couplet and poetry competition!"

That's exactly what the exam does. "With the unanimous support of the Chinese teacher and the whole class! One song per person, the teacher personally corrects it!

Wow! The manuscript source is abundant and the quality is first-class!

However, there was a lack of an ingenious couplet, so I went to ask the Chinese teacher to write one, but the ball was kicked back, and he said to me: "You can help, you write and I will change it!" "I searched my stomach and fought hard for a long time, wrote 6 couplets on the blackboard, and asked the teacher to "approve", but who knew that it was rejected again:

You say that people can't do it, and what you write yourself is not much better, and your eyes are high! After repeatedly reading the poems and couplets of my classmates, I had a flash of inspiration and finally wrote such a couplet: "Ancient poems, new poems, modern poems, express the truth!"

Folk songs, mountain songs, water town songs, sing our party! The teacher happily added a horizontal batch of "Ode to July 1st". Later, under the planning of the layout designer, "Ode to July 1st" became the masthead, and the couplets were written vertically on both sides of the blackboard newspaper, and in the middle were 24 small poems, couplets or lyrics, which were integrated and full of fun.

Please ask the editor-in-chief of the second-year blackboard newspaper to come up and give an acceptance speech! The classmates on the left and right pushed me hard, and I came back to my senses, walked quickly to the flag-raising platform, and said sincerely: "Blackboard newspaper, I love you!" "A round of applause!

Old things, memories are still fresh, dance and ink are written, and the blackboard is deep.