Essay on Exam 400 Words Rush !!!!!!!! 50

After the midterm exams are over and the results are out, the next step is the parent-teacher meeting that is both painful for the poor students and proud for the top students. This parent-teacher conference was exciting for me, because I achieved excellent results in this mid-term exam, and I am naturally very proud! Towards four o'clock, the class-based parent discussion began.

We used to be in the classroom because the classroom was "borrowed" and moved to the cafeteria to do our own homework... At half past four, the parent-teacher conference ended. We also went back to the classroom with the guidance of our life teacher. Although the parent-teacher conference has now ended, the parents are still sitting intently in their children's seats and listening to the homeroom teacher's "tirade".

After a while, the door to the classroom slowly opened, and parents rushed out. I hurriedly searched for my mother in the crowd, and soon I saw her. At the same time, my mother also saw me.

I quickened my pace and walked up to my mother, and when I saw her look, I not only jumped three feet high with joy - the corners of my mother's mouth were slightly smiling, slightly upturned, her eyes were a little narrow, and she was happy, and her expression was clearly telling - look! How happy I am today! How good my son's academic performance is!

My mother happily told me about the situation at the parent-teacher meeting just now, the math teacher praised me for my good handwriting, the Chinese teacher praised me for my good writing, and the English teacher praised me for my fluent oral language - the teachers' praise for me brought great pride to my mother. Although the parent-teacher conference ended in a hurry, I knew that if I wanted to be admitted to the school of my dreams, I would have to study harder. Because this is also the guarantee that the parents will greet each other with a smile at the next parent-teacher meeting.

We seem to have written about it, and the teacher gave me a good score.

I think life should be constantly trying to become more colorful; We should also keep trying in our studies, so that we can continue to make progress in learning.

When I was a child, I started trying to talk, walk, eat, ......Later, there were attempts to succeed and fail. A failed attempt may be a painful lesson, while a successful attempt may be a stepping stone to greater success. Only by constantly trying to succeed and fail can people continue to make progress.

I remember learning to draw when I was a child, and I used a pencil to draw some simple lines on paper at the beginning. At that time, I watched some big sisters paint on paper with a brush dipped in bright colors, and I was very envious in my heart, and I dreamed of being like them in the future. Soon after, I tried to color the drawings with some colorful watercolor pens.

Although there are only a few simple colors on the picture, it is much more beautiful than the monotonous pencil drawing. Later, my teacher told me that the bright colors on my brush were called paint, and I started trying to paint gouache. I often compare pencil drawings, watercolor drawings, and gouache drawings, but which one is more suitable for me?

I gave it black and white, and thus sketched a pencil drawing; I gave it a variety of colors, so I sketched a watercolor; I gave it all kinds of bright paints, and I painted gouache. In the end, it turned out that gouache was enriched by its color, pencil was made simple by its monotony, and some substances in watercolor were chemically neutral. Thinking about it later, it was still gouache that suited me better.

Slowly, I became obsessed with pigments, which are "color changers". The first time I started experimenting with pigment mixing, I used a brush to mix different pigments and it changed to a different unexpected color. At that time, I felt very energetic, and I was mixing paint whenever I had time.

Sometimes, I bring up dozens of colors on paper, many of which are the first time, and when I look at them, I am immersed in a sea of rich colors, which is very happy. I guess that's a way to entertain yourself! I wondered why I was obsessed with pigments, a "color changer".

Is it because it lets me tune out the color I want? Or does it bring up colors that I can't think of? Pigments are like seasonings in life, different materials can have different tastes.

When I was a child, my life was like a pencil drawing, black and white, and I became simple; Life as a teenager is like a watercolor painting, like a rubber ball bouncing high and low, forming a colorful line chart, and the process of growing up is always happy. Adult life should be like gouache, the colors become colorful, even if there are still black, white and gray colors in the painting. People always have to "take it and put it down".

The years are like a turbulent current, constantly washing away my memory, many things have been blurred, but in the depths of my soul, there is one thing that has always made me unforgettable.

I remember that it was last autumn, and in the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise, cultivate our sentiments, and cultivate our observational skills.

The teacher divided us into two teams, one was the Tigers and the other was the Eagles. I was assigned to the Eagles.

The strength of the two teams is equal, and they do not give in to each other, and the students are heroic and sassy, holding their heads high, and a-for-tat game is about to be.

With the teacher's whistle, the game began. The players on both sides held the rope tightly, and they kicked the ground one by one, leaning back, desperately pulling the rope in their direction. The red ribbon in the middle of the rope moved to the Tigers and the Eagles.

The cheerleaders on both sides also shouted in unison and kept cheering for their teams. My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

At this time, our team members were all red-eyed, some of them were red-faced, some were baring their teeth and grinning, and some were holding the rope with both hands and pulling in their direction. In the end, our team exerted all our strength, and with the shouts of the cheerleaders, the red silk suddenly moved to our side, and our Eagles won.

In the next two games, our team took advantage of the victory and won back-to-back games, and finally we won the victory.

This tug-of-war competition has made me understand the truth of the great strength of unity, and it has inspired me to establish the confidence to overcome difficulties on the road to the future, and I will never forget this tug-of-war.

Describe tug-of-war.