310 essays in my eyes, what essays I found

310 in my heart is a sunny, welcoming place.

At the front of the 310 is the lectern, which is very clean, there are no extra chalk heads and chalk ash, the chalk boxes are neatly arranged, and even a pot or two of green plants can be placed on the lectern, which will give people a sense of vitality.

Then there are the desks and chairs, in a classroom.

It is better to have thirty desks and chairs, desks and chairs should be placed neatly, not crooked, and it is best not to put too many books on the table, even if they are placed on the table, they should be placed neatly, and the stools are all there.

Place under the table. On the walls on both sides, there are children's proud works, including paintings, words, articles, and so on. At the back of the classroom, on the left, there is a learning garden, where you can see the beautiful essays written by the students every week, as well as some small knowledge.

The learning situation of the students can also be seen in the learning garden.

Middle. There is a blackboard newspaper with beautiful pictures and beautiful words, which are the students' self-esteem.

The results of their own efforts.

On the right is the hygiene corner, where we put our cleaning tools, the hygiene corner.

It records the deduction of points every week, and also records the labor situation of each student, so as to do so.

Make rewards and punishments. On the windowsill next to it hangs a spider plant, which makes our classroom even more beautiful.

Finish. In the spring, we 310 are full of life;

In the summer, we were 310.

energetic; In the fall, our 310 is fruitful; In the winter, our 310 is warm.

This is the 310 in my heart, beautiful, warm, full of sunshine and vitality.

Straight to help us administer justice. Teachers are our playmates after school, so that we can learn through play, and have fun in learning. Every time I think of my primary school Chinese teacher, I can't help but feel that deep nostalgia.

Looking back now, Mr. Ye should be in his thirties! She had a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her tall nose. In the green silk.

I used to be a big talker, I didn't talk in front of my parents, and I didn't like to talk in front of outsiders. Some people say that silence represents depression and is a symbol of low self-esteem. My low self-esteem stems from my inner loneliness and isolation.

Before I went to school, my parents were busy with work all day long, so they didn't have time to spend with me, take care of me, and have no time to play with me. I lived with my grandmother, my uncle and aunt were both in middle school, and they didn't play with me, and I wasn't allowed to touch his things, so I used to sit in the corner and watch with envy as they quietly read books, do their homework, and play happily. Once, my aunt was in a very good mood and asked me to make paper models with her.

I cut it carefully, for fear that it would break. The sharp-eyed uncle caught a glimpse of the piece of paper I had cut out and shouted: "Look, she cut it all along the dotted line!"

My aunt snatched the scissors from my hand and glared at me fiercely: "What stupid! "I walked back to my corner uneasily and wept quietly.

At that time, I probably didn't understand anything but crying. When I went to school, I looked mediocre and small, and I never dared to socialize with my classmates. While others were having fun, I didn't say a word or laugh on the sidelines.

I always thought that joy belonged to others, and I only deserved to have loneliness; I always thought that I was too bad and no one would accept me. However, a small thing made me get rid of my inferiority complex and be full of self-confidence. It was a composition class.

The teacher said to us, "Last week's essay was 'My Ideals', and some of the students wanted to be scientists, engineers, doctors, and teachers, and of course these were all very good. She paused and turned her warm gaze to me, "There is only one classmate whose dream is to be a cleaner.

A few of my classmates burst into laughter, and I wished I could find a place to get into. "What are you laughing at? The teacher became serious, "Let's listen to her essay first."

The teacher read my essay to the whole class! I can't believe it. From time to time, the students let out bursts of admiration, and after reading, the teacher said:

This classmate's essay is very well written, it seems that the classmates have been moved, she wants to become a beautician in the city, creating a beautiful and comfortable environment for people, which is also a lofty ideal! Like a bolt of lightning, it drove away the shadows in my heart, and my personality became cheerful from then on, and my life was no longer boring but full of sunshine. While saying goodbye to low self-esteem, I found the key to the door of happiness - self-confidence.

I showed my talent to the fullest: the school held a soft pen calligraphy competition, and my work was hung on it; The insect specimens I made were passed on by my classmates to see ......My classmates began to look at me with admiration. Getting rid of the shadow of inferiority complex and getting out of the vicious circle of self-closure of talking about the army, I realized how ridiculous and ridiculous my past thoughts were, and it was the hateful inferiority complex that was at work.

To hell with it, not "goodbye", but goodbye forever!

I remember that there was a time when I got good grades in consecutive exams and won the title of "Three Good Students". I was praised by my teachers and classmates, and I was a little fluttering. Classes began to desert, and the homework books were so-so, often excellent homework books, and there were also good or even bad ones.

There was a unit test where my grades were so bad that I couldn't even believe it. The teacher looked at me with stern eyes and said fiercely: "You did so badly in the exam, you almost entered the bottom few, you are so self-conscious!"

I didn't dare to look up, because when I looked up, I would meet the disappointed gaze of the teacher. My classmates' eyes were all looking at me, and I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

After class, I was called to the office by the teacher again. "Why, haven't you been a little proud lately? Teacher Zhang asked me kindly.

I lowered my head in shame, my face was hot, and I thought to myself: This is over, and I will inevitably be criticized again. But what I didn't expect was that Mr. Zhang said to me in a gentle tone

Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind. Don't be complacent, and don't forget how the rabbit loses to the tortoise. ”

I like to be hilarious, I have my principles. "If you like to cry, you can cry hard, and if you like to laugh, you can laugh colorfully. "I like to cry, what?

You laugh at me for being too childish? Don't forget that tears are not the same as water. It contains my fiery feelings, and it can happily abandon my troubles, so what's so bad?

I like to laugh, I am willing to melt ice in laughter, and I am willing to face difficulties in laughter. I like to be quiet, to be drunk in the ocean of knowledge in the blue light and yellow scroll, and I like to be crazy, to run wild and shout in the wilderness. If you're not pretty, I won't say you're beautiful and chic, if you're smart, I won't praise you for being clever, and if you're not practical, I won't praise you for being romantic and amorous.

In the eyes of my classmates, I must have many opinions. Some people think I'm a very silent person, some think I'm a very bloody person, some think I'm a very bad person who can speak in class、、、 they have a variety of things to say about me, but I think I don't use other people's eyes to restrain myself. I have my own principles, and I don't change myself easily because of what others say.

1. I discovered the unifying power of ants.

I like ants, not only for their hard-working and simple character, but also for their spirit of helping each other and forging ahead in times of crisis.

I remember one time, a few ants were hurrying on the wall. I got up in the moment, poured water from my teacup, and threw it at the ants, who were frightened and ran away. I flooded them with water, and they were all covered in droplets of different sizes.

Although the tenacious little ants are trapped in the water, they still do not give up the opportunity to escape. They spread their calves thinner than a needle and crawled desperately to the dry place, but it was too late, and the bean-sized droplets stuck to them like glue, making it difficult for them to walk. At this juncture, I saw them in a circle, hand in hand, fighting bravely, and finally broke out of the encirclement, exhausted, lying back to back, encouraging each other.

After a while, the long queue was up again.

Their team walked in the direction of the cake crumbs that the rats had eaten, and then, the cake crumbs the size of broad beans were gone, and I moved the cake crumbs to another place, and the ants were not to be outdone, and they immediately found food. At this moment, a swarm of ants came over, and the cake crumbs disappeared from my eyes immediately.

I looked at the group of ants and sighed, it is true that ants with the size of rice grains are sometimes stronger than some people.

Who says students are happy? Who said that reducing the burden also gives students freedom? I'm still constantly overwhelmed by a set of test papers and an endless stream of peiyou.

Whenever the birds chirped merrily at the window, passing by with great ease, I fell into a reverie and wondered how pleasant it would be if I were a little bird!

If I were a little bird, I would fight in the sky, spread my wings and soar, and get rid of the "embrace" of the sea. I already felt the call from the depths of my heart, and I immediately flew into the blue sky, flapping my wings lightly, thinking about my chosen target, flying and flying tirelessly. After unremitting efforts, I finally --- Egypt, where I longed for tenderness, I saw the majestic and magnificent pyramid of Khufu in Egypt, and at the same time I also saw the Nile River at night, it sparkled, reflecting the stars in the sky, and the river gently caressed the shore stones, as if telling the story of the drum slightly.

In the barren land of Egypt, where there was no food to eat, I had to go hungry and continue to fly in search of my next target, knowing that I had to go forward and persevere, in order to fly to the top of the sky, to the brilliant clouds. I was always battling hunger during the flight, but I couldn't get rid of the confusion of wanting to be a caged bird. I long to be caught, carefully fed, what's wrong with being a caged bird?

Although I can't look at the world, I can live a life of "food to open my mouth" every day, I don't have to work hard to forage for food, let alone fight hunger, I just have to enjoy life. It doesn't matter if it's a caged bird or a free bird, they don't have so many things they don't want to do.

If I were a bird, I would have my own leisure and freedom to do what I wanted. However, it is just a beautiful fantasy, real life has left me with no choice, and I have to work hard today for a better tomorrow.