Middle School Essay Memories on the Blackboard 15

Memories on the chalkboard.

The memories on the blackboard are varied, from the teacher's earnest teaching, to the quarrels between classmates, and the ups and downs ......of studyingThe memories on the blackboard reminded me of my campus life, and when I think about it, it was so rich and interesting, so colorful!

Memory 1: Names on the blackboard.

It's time for the self-study class again, and the blackboard has taken over the same task of the self-study class - to remember the names of undisciplined classmates. "I hope that the students on duty will not remember the name of anyone in our group, and if they do, the whole group will be punished. "I prayed anxiously, drawing a cross in my heart.

Squeak," the student on duty wrote down the name of another classmate, I looked up suddenly, and my mood calmed down again: "It's okay, it's not a classmate from our group!" ”

Memory 2: The teacher's board book.

Although I am in the fifth grade, the sound of the "creaking" version of the book still echoes in my ears, and it is the same.

The Chinese teacher is quite famous in the school, since she became our substitute teacher and class teacher. I remember: on the first day, she started to give us a lecture, writing on the blackboard, and all the classmates were stunned.

Her handwriting is so good that I don't even want to blink when I look at it. At this time, it dawned on me: it turned out that the teacher was famous for having a beautiful handwriting.

We don't doubt it, her board book told us!

Once, when the teacher gave us a lesson, we unknowingly deviated from the topic and talked about "four continents, five oceans." When we listened with relish, the teacher also spoke impassionedly, writing on the blackboard "Four states, five oceans." These six words, the students looked at it and hurriedly said:

Teacher, you wrote "four continents," and "the" continents are wrong! When the teacher saw it, he said in a hurry: "Students, do you know what I am going to do in this class?"

I'm just going to make you find typos. "Listening to the teacher's words, the atmosphere of our class is lively again

Memory 3: Different ways to solve problems.

In this section, in math class, the math teacher wrote a question on the blackboard: "Uncle Liu encloses a semicircular chicken farm with a meter-long fence against the wall." What are the square meters of this chicken farm? ”

After some discussion among the students, they came to the conclusion that the perimeter was calculated first, then the radius, and finally the area divided by two. I was in a hurry, I had another way to solve the problem, and I quickly raised my hand:

You can also divide the length of the fence in the semicircle by the pi to calculate the radius, then calculate the area, and finally divide by two. This sparked a heated discussion among the students, some of whom were right and some of whom were not, and there was no conclusion so far.

There are still many memories on the blackboard, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, colorful, and colorful.

Memories on the chalkboard.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

- Inscription. As the old saying goes, teachers are like silkworms and wax torches, dedicating their life's energy just to have more gorgeous brocade and less gloomy darkness on our future road. But I have never been able to feel the love of the teachers for us, sometimes they criticize me, sometimes they are very demanding of me, I am late and punish me for standing, but on that day, my opinion completely changed, that day, the teacher gave us a blackboard crooked words, a blackboard memory, a blackboard heavy love ......

Before the mid-term exam of the third year of junior high school, the fierce cold wind penetrated into the bones like a knife, and there was a feeling of "the north wind swept the ground and the white grass folded", and the cold wind seeped into my mind and woke me up from a half-awake and half-asleep state. We shivered as we waited for the morning class to come.

After a while, the door of the classroom slowly opened, and Chinese teacher Wang appeared in our field of vision, "What's wrong with Teacher Wang?" "Huh? ”

There are constantly students with suspicious expressions on their faces, Mr. Wang is different from usual, the red light that is often on his face is replaced by a bleak white, his steps are vain, as if he will fall at any time, and he also brought a silver thermos cup, there is no doubt that Mr. Wang is very sick. She sat down in front of the podium and said in her hoarse throat, "Today, we are ......."Ahem, lesson 20, open the book ......"The Chinese characters are as if they have been pushed out with force, and although they are very light, they can be heard.

The distress is mixed with a chill that hits our hearts. The teacher began to write on the blackboard, the teacher slowly stood up, his left hand supported the table, and his right hand began to jump and slide weakly on the blackboard. At this point, something seemed to be surging up in my heart, I had never felt like this, a little ......The feeling of motherly love ......

The classroom is still silent, looking at the crooked but distinguishable words on the blackboard, we are speechless, the teacher left, but left the words of the blackboard, slowly, no one got up to wipe the blackboard as usual, all sat quietly, they symbolized nothing else, but the heavy love of the teacher! Although the words on this blackboard can be erased, the memory on this blackboard will always exist in our hearts and will never be erased!

In the examination room, we all worked hard to write, our motivation was nothing else, just because of the memory on the blackboard, it was like a bright pearl shining on us, it was dozens of times warmer than the warm sunshine!

An ordinary blackboard seems to be just an ordinary teaching tool, but it can carve an indelible mark in the heart of almost everyone. Whether it's chalk that walks through in a hurry, leaving footprints along the way, or a board rubbing leisurely over it, sprinkling a cloud of smoke - it all tugs at a certain heartstring, and the heartstrings vibrate the atrium and arouse the resonance of memory.

When I was a child, I longed to have a blackboard, and every time I watched the teacher write pinyin and Chinese characters on the blackboard in preschool, this desire doubled. The pinyin and Chinese characters on the blackboard were written and erased, erased and written, and unconsciously three or two spring and autumn. When it was time to leave, rubbing his eyes, saying goodbye to the teacher and the blackboard, putting his wishes in his pocket, Hongluo stepped into the threshold of elementary school.

The chalkboard in an elementary school classroom is larger and smoother, and perhaps in addition to the board book, there will be several playful doodles active on it. Watching them, but before long, people and hearts flew to the playground together, playing, talking and laughing, and enjoying the boundless fun of childhood. The blackboard, which had been neglected, was still responsible, constantly updating the text and losing the traces of graffiti.

It wasn't until I had passed elementary school that I remembered how important the blackboard and that wish were—the blackboard was already saying goodbye to me, full of smiles and a hint of unease; Touching his pocket, the wish was lost in the running and jumping.

With a bit of regret of losing the wish for now'I went to middle school. The blackboard in middle school was hurried and orderly. Different knowledge is intertwined on the blackboard, this one is erased and that one is added.

The days passed with the rustling of writing; One by one, the chalk shortens and disappears in the rustling of writing; Little by little, the knowledge and ideas in the mind were enriched by the rustling of writing; Having lost my childhood wishes, I picked up a new pursuit. I miss the longed-for blackboard in my childhood, I am grateful for the blackboard that was neglected in elementary school, and I cherish the blackboard that teaches people tirelessly—they depict knowledge and pursuit, and my heart is engraved with the memory of them.

Blackboards, calendars that don't turn pages; Wisps of memory, dates that don't disappear. There may be a group of people whose lives are like a line of handwriting on a blackboard that will eventually be erased; But what they give to people will always stay in people's hearts and will not disappear.

I'd like to write myself on the blackboard.

It should be written about the teacher.

Just make one thing up

Blackboard newspaper, it's not easy to say I love you. - Inscription.

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.