Who writes a language diary about a memorable event that happened at school?

School is a paradise for learning and a paradise for students. But the world is unpredictable, and many unpleasant things can happen.

Our school has changed a lot in the past few years. There is a new school building, the playground is covered with plastic, there is an extra place to play tennis, and there are a few new table tennis tables. Such equipment makes an already beautiful campus even more comfortable.

In such an environment, our mood becomes better. However, there are also many students who have small accidents while playing. Zhu Chengwei from our class is one of them.

The penultimate class that afternoon was physical education, and the students happily lined up to go downstairs without waiting for the teacher to arrive. The teacher formed a team, and we ran two laps and then moved freely. Everyone was happy.

At that moment, I saw many of my classmates rushing to the other side of the bridge. I was curious, so I ran up to join in the fun. I didn't expect to see such a shocking picture:

Zhu Chengwei's face was pale, and the faces of the teachers and classmates showed a worried look. I was a little scared when I saw it. A classmate told me:

Cheng Wei's hand was injured while playing, I don't know what happened? I heard this and hurriedly followed. Looking at Zhu Chengwei's pale face, it seemed to be in pain, but he was trying his best to endure it.

He was then taken to the infirmary by his teacher.

The next day, as soon as I entered the classroom, I heard the voices of my classmates. A few classmates who saw it said that when Zhu Chengwei was playing basketball, he accidentally touched the pole of the basketball hoop with his hand, as if he had dislocated.

A week later, Zhu Chengwei came to school. That's when I saw it clearly. It turned out that it was the left hand that was injured, and that hand was hung around the neck with a white bandage. But his face was much more rosy.

After this incident, I realized that if you don't pay attention when playing, it can be dangerous. Be careful when you play in the future!

Tell me a thing about your school. I'll write it for you in detail.

There are so many things that happen every day on campus, and there must be a lot of people around us who have helped us. Now, let me tell you about the memorable events that happened on campus. I remember one Friday afternoon, the last session of the day was an art class, and this art class had to write in ink, and there was a classmate who forgot to bring ink.

Look at the watch, it's almost time for class, so it's definitely too late.? The classmates each brought one, and just when he was in a hurry, I came over and asked him, "What are you looking for?" He said, "I forgot to bring ink, can you borrow it from me?"

Without hesitation, I agreed, "Okay, let's use it together!" "In art class, we share a bottle of ink. Carefully write their own works, carefully write every stroke, learn from each other's advantages in each other's writing, learn from each other's strengths, and make their works more excellent and more beautiful.

Pick me first, and I'll send you the picture later.

That's what happens after school in first grade. "Whoa! "Whoa!

Worst! It's raining, what to do? I didn't bring an umbrella!

My classmates left, but my mother didn't come to pick me up, so I walked all the way from under the eaves without rain to the opposite side of my mother's work, but I couldn't cross the street, I thought my mother must be in a hurry, and wanted to cross the road by herself, but looking at the endless flow of cars, I still didn't have the courage. I wanted to wait for my mother to pick me up at the bus station, but I was already drenched in a soup chicken, and I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

At this time, a strange uncle came up to me and said, "What's wrong with you, little friend?" "I remembered what my mom told me, "Don't talk to strangers!"

I pretended not to see it, but the strange uncle seemed to see my thoughts, smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll send you across the street, uncle is not a bad person." I looked at my strange uncle with puzzled eyes, and my uncle looked at my expression and smiled again, and led me across the street with his big warm hand, and when I saw my anxious mother, (my mother was at work and couldn't leave her job), she hurriedly ran over and said:

You also said that strangers are bad people, and this uncle is not bad people at all. "When I went back and was about to thank the uncle, he was gone.

Although it has been a few years since this incident, I feel very warm when I think about it now. This strange uncle made me understand a truth: "To be a human being is not only to learn to be grateful and respectful, but also to learn to help people in need."

It was also this uncle who changed my perception of strangers and taught me that everyone should be willing to do good deeds, and that it is a very happy thing to help others!

An unforgettable event, my teacher, cute kittens, cute puppies.