One of my most memorable lessons, writing about Chinese or math

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Since I stepped through the doors of primary school, I have had many wonderful classes. There were fun math lessons, endless nature lessons, and endless fun English lessons, but the Chinese lesson on Friday was something I will never forget.

On Friday morning, the students walked into the classroom in high spirits and chattered. You must wonder how they could be so happy! In this way, in the Chinese class, we will hold a recital on the theme of "Passing on the 'Long March Spirit' from Generation to Generation".

Jingle Bell" recital began, and after the short opening remarks, the first program of my classmates and me, "Flying to Capture the Luding Bridge", ushered in the performance, and I came to the podium with a toy gun. The performance began, Xiao Ming and Xiao Gang and I stood on the top of the "bridge" with solemn and serious faces, and the enemy over there shouted loudly: "Haha!

Watch you fly here! The trumpet sounded, and the three of us lay on the ground and crawled forward, and the host shouted loudly: "Look, the Red Army soldiers with submachine guns, braving the enemy's dense bullets, rushed forward with iron chains."

We immediately yelled, jumped to our feet, dodged left and right, and rushed to the opposite shore with all our might. The enemy seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and just as we were about to arrive, a raging "fire" was ignited to block our advance. At this critical moment, the host encouraged:

Soldiers, for the cause of the party, for the final victory, rush! Hearing this, we fought like arrows through the raging fire, and the enemy, as if frightened, fled in disarray. We shouted with joy:

We've won! "It took me a long time before I remembered that I was acting, not fighting. I was infected by the scene just now, and I remembered the revolutionary heroic spirit of the Red Army, which was brave and good at fighting, and my respect came to me.

Later, there were passionate recitations and beautiful singing ......No matter which program it was, it made me deeply feel the revolutionary spirit of the Red Army that was not afraid of hardships and dangers.

What an unforgettable lesson, what an admirable spirit of the Red Army!

In my memory, there are many memorable, some of which made me happy, some of which I regretted, and some of which I remembered as a playmate of my childhood. But all this is not the most memorable for me, in my memory, the most memorable thing is not an event, nor a playmate, but a lesson, a ** lesson that I still remember vividly.

In retrospect, that was twelve years ago. At that time, I was in the first grade of elementary school. At that time, I was in Class 6, and our grades were top-notch in both major and minor subjects.

Therefore, every teacher likes to use our class to teach in class. No, the ** teacher came to us again and said that he would take us to the city to give a lesson, and we were so happy that we agreed.

On the day of the class, we came to a large classroom with many, many teachers coming to listen to the class. We watched it and jumped for a moment, and then after we stabilized our emotions, we felt that there was nothing to be afraid of. We're ready to go.

At first, we practiced vocalization with the teacher. We started with "i" and "u". The students practiced very hard.

Some of them were sweating profusely while practicing, some of their little faces turned red apples, and some of them were out of breath when they practiced. Then, we practiced a few more sets of articulations. There are high voices and low voices.

No matter which part we sing, we sing very accurately, almost like a piano.

Later, we learned a new lesson and learned to sing the "Young Pioneers Song". The teacher spoke eloquently on it. In the beginning, write the score with chalk and then tell the main points of the song.

As he spoke, he drew the key points. After the lecture, the teacher played the piano again and began to teach and sing step by step. In some places, when it is more difficult, the teacher sings more, for fear that we will not.

In some places, it is simpler, and the teacher sings less, passing by. Not only did the teacher speak well, but we also worked well together. We all listened to the teacher's command.

When the teacher speaks, we bury our heads in memorization. When the teacher was about to sing, we immediately stopped our pen and listened carefully to the subtlety. When the teacher asked us to sing, we sang in the loudest voice.

In this way, we quickly learned the song and were able to sing it well. It's almost time for class to end, and we're going to sing after that. The students cheered up, and with the teacher's **, we began to sing.

Just listen to the singing dancing throughout the classroom, wafting throughout the classroom. All the teachers present seemed to revel in it. Some teachers closed their eyes and savored them.

Some teachers are still playing with a paddle in their hands. Some teachers even couldn't help but sing along with us. The singing stopped for a long time, and then there was a tidal wave of applause, which proved our success, and our victory.

That class was the most memorable for me because not only did we succeed, but more importantly, it taught us that cooperation is a guarantee of success.

Unforgettable teachersEveryone has a favorite teacher, and I am no exception, whenever I look at the ** that I am with the teacher, I always think of the most memorable teacher in my heart - Mr. Huang Mingxin. Mr. Huang is a Chinese teacher at a school in Shenzhen, about 28 years old this year, with a pair of dimples on her white and dignified face and a pair of glasses on the high bridge of her nose, which makes her more knowledgeable. I remember one time, Ms. Huang asked me and a few classmates to go to her office to correct homework.

As soon as I entered the office, I saw Mr. Huang sitting at his desk correcting one test paper after another. We listened to the teacher's arrangement, changed the homework for a while, and listened to the math teacher say to Mr. Huang: "Ah Huang, you have a cold today, and I only learned in the morning that you have a fever again, don't go back too late, go back early to rest!"

Oh, thank you, I'm fine, there's still a class of homework that hasn't been changed! Before she could finish speaking, she coughed again, and the teacher said to us again: "Students, it's not early, you should go back first, and pay attention to safety on the road."

A few of our classmates went home, and it wasn't until the next morning that I learned that Mr. Huang had come home late last night. Ms. Huang is not only conscientious about the little things at work, but she is also very understanding, and treats us like her own children, not long after I came to this class, the teacher found that my Mandarin is good, reading the text aloud is very emotional, and I heard the teachers of each subject say that I am self-motivated. Mr. Huang called me, who was a little introverted, to the office and said to me kindly

Chen Yufei, you are a new student, your performance during this period of time is seen by the teacher, the teacher knows that you are an excellent student, can you read a text to the teacher? I nodded, forgetting the restraints, the nervousness I had at the beginning, and the teacher standing in front of me, as if it was my friend, and I read aloud with a fluttering eyebrow. After reading aloud, Mr. Huang said to me:

You read with emotion, and the teacher thinks you are very suitable to be our school host, but let's start from a young age, shall we? The teacher saw that you were a good seedling, and the school asked our class to select a school announcer, well, the teacher chose you. When I heard this, my face was filled with excitement.

When I was a little nervous at the beginning of the broadcast, Ms. Huang would encourage me, and her kind face and gentle tone made me feel loved. After the guidance and encouragement of my teacher, I became more and more relaxed in the broadcast studio. Over the past few years, Mr. Huang has worked hard to educate us, silently encouraging and supporting us behind the scenes.

Perhaps, Ms. Huang has forgotten how many times she has been busy with the illness of her students, and has forgotten the hardships she has paid. However, as a student, I will never forget and clearly understand that everything she gave was for her students. The teacher-student relationship in the past six years is like a record forever.

Ten years of trees, 100 years of people; The grace of the willow is unforgettable. 138~

It's best to write about a good friend or teacher of yours who is leaving school for some reason, and then the classmate is very reluctant, and finally end with a positive and optimistic ending: "The sea is a confidant, and the end of the world is like a neighbor".

The content of the class, the teacher of the class, this lesson gives you the deepest feeling, the meaning of this lesson. Most importantly, why did you memorize this verse alone in so many lessons? Ask yourself.