The composition of "things in class"

One thing happened in the composition interest class.

This morning, I came to my long-lost composition interest class with great interest. I walked to the door of the composition interest class. When I opened the door, I was shocked by the embarrassing image in front of me: tables and chairs were messy, chalk dust and shiny pieces of paper were everywhere on the ground, and chalk and plastic bags were everywhere. I thought to myself: why haven't I seen you for weeks, and the classroom is like this? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom, they all turned their heads. How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom well before class. So the action began. ...

The first division of labor. Because male students are stronger, let them set the table, set the chair and tidy the table. Because the female students are meticulous, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and cleaning the table. After the division of labor was completed, everyone was busy. Male students struggled to move the table, and the table kept creaking; Female students carefully swept the floor, and soon the "snowflake" was cleaned up. Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! Female students kept blaming him, blaming him for destroying their own labor results, although male students kept apologizing. Male students had to sweep the "regenerated snowflake" on the ground into the trash can by themselves. Female students see this, no longer care about, knowing smile.

When the teacher came, she was surprised to find that we were sweeping the floor diligently. But the teacher didn't come in. She stood at the door and looked at us with a smile. She interposed a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so careful!" "Very clean!" Or give a few pointers: "It's not clean enough here." "The table here is not very good!" Like a commander, directing our labor.

Finally cleaned, the classroom at this time is very different from the classroom before cleaning: the clean floor, tables and chairs are placed in order, and there is no chalk dust on them, which is in sharp contrast with the original classroom! Seeing their efforts, the students all smiled happily. ...

Something happened in the class.

This afternoon, something happened in our class. At first it was a small matter, but in the end it became a big thing.

In the afternoon, everyone ran to the classroom as soon as they got up, because everyone was busy preparing ink and brushes, and at this moment, when everyone was not paying attention, this happened.

Gao Ning walked past Wang Chenyun's desk and accidentally knocked over Wang Chenyun's ink, which spilled on the ground, on the glasses case and on Wang Chenyun's body. In the face of this scene, everyone was shocked, but Gao Ning wiped the ink on him like it was none of his business, and went to play by himself! Wang Chenyun paused first, then threw herself on the table and burst into tears. She is so sad! Everyone is very distressed.

Later, Chen Yuan, Wu Yuze, Liu Chen and Xu Zi went to help her take care of everything and greet her. How enthusiastic! But it's not over! In the process of "helping" Wang Chenyun, another accident happened, which made a big deal out of it.

It turned out that Chen Yuan mopped the floor and walked with a mop, passing by Wang Xin's desk. A disobedient piece of cloth was tightly attached to Wang Xin's chair leg. Chen Yuan, of course, didn't realize the seriousness of the matter and walked on. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something. She turned her head and saw that Wang Xin's chair was going to fall down. She forgot to put down the mop and hurriedly lifted the chair with one hand. This is a relief. Because last semester, Wang Xin often bullied her. That experience, like a sharp knife, deeply pierced her fragile heart and caused her spiritual fear of Wang Xin. I feel sorry for her! But I just don't know how to help her eliminate her inner trauma.

Later, Wang Xin came from downstairs. At this time, I don't know who knocked down Wang Xin's chair again When Wang Xin saw the chair fall, he asked Xu Zi, Xu Zi or Chen Yuan. Wang Xin was dissatisfied with Chen Yuan, and heard that it was Chen Yuan's, so he had to "answer blows with blows". He immediately knocked over Chen Yuan's chair, and Chen Yuan's schoolbag was falling on the floor that had not been mopped clean. Chen Yuan was so sad that he took a rag to wipe his schoolbag and touched it lovingly. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't express how wronged and resentful she was.

Finally, Mr. Shi told the whole story in class and admitted the mistake, and the matter was finally solved.

Something happened in the class.

One day in Chinese class, our group lost when answering questions for Hongqi. After class, Zhang Chi got angry and threw his pen on the floor. He didn't expect that the pen broke on the ground, and the ink splashed on the ground and walls, dirtying the walls of our carefully-managed classroom. My eyes are black and my heart is very uncomfortable. I really want to punch Zhang Chi in the stomach, or punch him in the face and nose. Some people will ask, "Why did you hit him?" I was furious because he made our classroom dirty and destroyed our learning environment. However, my hands don't listen to orders, telling me to relax, relax. ...

The teacher's words rang in my ear again: "We can't quarrel over a trifle. Whenever students fight, it is wrong. " After a while, I calmed down. I walked over, and Zhang Chi lowered his head and said to me, "Will you and Su Jianjun help me clean the wall at noon today?" I said; "Ok, I'll ask Su Jianjun if he agrees?" Su Jianjun came up and said, "Why?" "Help him clean the ink on the wall at noon today," I said. Su Jianjun went on to say, "Ask for leave from the teacher if you don't rest at noon." After lunch, the three of us went to ask Teacher Shi, "Teacher Shi, can we go to the classroom to protect the environment?" At this time, the teacher said, "Go."

When we came to the classroom, Su Jianjun and I took out our knives, looked at the ink on the wall and carefully scraped it clean. After cleaning the stains on the wall, I said, "Let's clean the floor again." We all agreed. It's almost over, our faces are full of smiles. When Su Jianjun was tired, he cocked his head and went on working. I said take a break, and he said, let's talk about it later.

I thought, "Zhang Chi shouldn't throw his beloved pen on the ground, and I shouldn't lose my temper. How terrible! Let's keep this in mind. "

We finally cleaned up the ink on the wall and the ground before class. The classroom is as clean as before.

Something happened in the class.

I'm collecting exercise books after English class, and I'm in a bad mood because I didn't get full marks in the English exam. In addition, when I received the book, someone delayed handing it in, and I was in a bad mood and really angry.

Just then, Ah Jun gave me a push and let me bump into the corner of the table. I fell "dog eats shit". What a pity! I had to hit him. Unexpectedly, he gave me a heavy punch. I became angry from embarrassment, hooked his neck with my hand and kicked his heel with my foot, causing him to fall to the ground. I immediately learned the action of the martial arts character on TV and stepped on his chest, just as I was about to hit him in the face. "Stop it!" The monitor rushed over: "Let go, how can the students fight?"

After listening to the monitor, I was relieved. But at this moment, Jun kicked my stomach, got up quickly, punched me on the head, and then grabbed my chin.

I thought to myself: forget it, I don't want to fight either, just bear it. But he kicked me in the stomach. I can't take it anymore. I raised my hand and poked him in the face with my finger. He cocked his head and just stuck his finger in his eye bag. I'm ready to continue fighting. This is, a big hand caught me, it was labor Commissioner A Chao, and A Jun was also pulled. Therefore, many students came to dissuade them. A Chao caressed my shoulder and said, "Good friends, students should help each other. How to fight? " Stop it, it's time for class. "

Later, I was severely criticized by the teacher for fighting, and I realized that I was too rude. Through this incident, I understand that we should be good at controlling our emotions in everything, and we should be United and friendly among our classmates, and take a step back.

Something happened in the class.

"Bell-"class is over, and the classroom is boiling. Dong Hao's seat was surrounded by many classmates. It turns out that Lv Zhiwei has put Dong Hao's book on the ground.

There is water everywhere on the ground, and the books and notebooks on the ground are all wet. Dong Hao picked up the book, wiped the water on it, put it on the table and squinted at Lv Zhiwei. Lv Zhiwei saw Dong Hao's angry eyes and was angry, leering at Dong Hao. At this time, the classroom became quiet. Some people watched the excitement, some people tried to stop the fight, and some people pulled them away. It's okay not to pull. Something happens when you pull it. Dong Hao and Lv Zhiwei fight. They grabbed each other's necks and neither of them let go. See Dong Hao raised his chubby hand and threw it at Lv Zhiwei's back. Lv Zhiwei was even more furious and hit Dong several times. Then Dong Hao covered her head and began to cry.

Dong Hao and Lv Zhiwei stood on both sides of the table, with two chairs in the middle of the aisle and some books lying lazily on the ground.

Xie Feng stopped the fight in the past and asked what was going on. Originally in class, Zhao Long gave a lecture to Lv Zhiwei, and Dong Hao said that Lv Zhiwei was too stupid, so they quarreled, and then the opening scene appeared.

Knowing the ins and outs of the incident, most of the students have left, and only a few students are still there. Xie Feng persuaded Dong Hao and Lv Zhiwei to make up.

There should be more tolerance and understanding in life, and don't take trivial matters to heart.

Something happened in the class.

Today, there is another essay attack. It seems that the composition should have been finished, but I still don't have it.

At this time, the deskmate leaned in and asked, "What's the matter? Isn't it an attack text? " I should cry. "Make sure your article is well written. Keep it for us, maybe you should contribute! " The deskmate said with a smile. "That's good. I'll treat you to sugar. " I'm proud to say. Think about it: no, the last composition was copied. What does the teacher think of me when he sees the students? Can I stay in the classroom? Can the glorious title of "League member" be retained? If published in any journal, what would the real author think of me as a fake author? Am I not a thief? What should I do? Thought of here, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat and my heart is beating violently. "Hey, so cold and sweaty. It must be very exciting. " Add oil and vinegar at the same table. I shouted, "Stop it!" My deskmate wanted to say anything, but she didn't say anything after listening to my roar.

At this point, my heart is more restless. Bury your head in the drawer. The noise in the classroom seemed to turn into a sneer, and waves came at me. My heart is full of regret and irritability, and I hate myself. Why don't I finish my composition independently? Why did you copy that damn composition ... When the bell rang, I looked up like a guilty man and saw the teacher holding a composition book in his hand. The more I read, the more I look like my composition book, and the more I look like my judgment. My face is even uglier, and my cold sweat can't stop flowing downwards. At this moment, the teacher said, "Now I will read you a good article." The teacher opened the composition book, and I really wanted to shout, "Stop reading!" " "Well, god seems to be deliberately punishing me. Only the teacher said, "this is Chen Fang's composition, and the topic is ... the stone in my heart fell to the ground, but where is my composition book?" "

At this time, my deskmate fumbled in the drawer for a while before slowly taking out a composition book. "Ah, my composition book." I almost let out a cry. "I was just kidding you. I want to return it to you early. I dare not return it because you don't look right. " The deskmate whispered. I stared at her and carefully opened the composition book. I am afraid that the teacher will write "It is shameful to copy the composition!" "I hurriedly opened the composition book, and a line of bright red words came into view:" This article is well written, but it is not coherent. "I thought: How can it be incoherent? Hurriedly took out a composition book, but missed a paragraph.

One morning when it was raining cats and dogs, the dark clouds didn't leave a ray of sunshine on the earth, and my mood was wet. Rain can't stop the ringing of the bell, and Ding Lingling-has brought a little liberation to the students.

Because of the rain, the students stayed in the classroom obediently. I looked around bored and a classmate with a book caught my attention.

She put the book in front of her deskmate and sincerely asked, "I don't understand this question." Can you teach me? " The deskmate did not refuse her expectant eyes, and enthusiastically picked up the book and thought about it.

After a while, the deskmate gently put down the book and frowned slightly. Obviously, she doesn't quite understand. "Well, I think so ..." "My deskmate said.

"But ..." She said.

"Probably so ..."

"It doesn't seem right, because ..."

"This is ..."

"You say so? ……"

"That makes sense, but I think ..."

They chatted with each other, and I watched intently, feeling that they were not only helping her at the same table, but also discussing and helping each other. I use my fingers to form a quadrilateral frame and imagine the angle of photography ... ah, it's like a painting.

"oh! I see, that's right, that's right ... "My deskmate thought for a long time and was inspired by their discussion results, and finally worked out the correct answer!

"Thank you!" Two sweet thanks crowded into my ears. Satisfied, she took the book back, and the smile on her lips refused to leave for a long time.

"Ding Lingling-"The familiar bell rang again. I don't know when that warm picture was engraved in my mind. Looking out the window, it is still raining cats and dogs, and the moisture in my heart has been melted by a warm current.

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