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I am a senior three girl. Our PE teacher asked me to take a condom to his dormitory tonight to make up lessons for me. I'm a little afraid of pain. What should I do? Resolutely can't go, he wants to be a hooligan. You go to the headmaster of the school and sue him. If you are making up a story, don't pay attention to my answer. I answered you seriously for your own good.

I am a girl, and the male PE teacher wants me to go to his dormitory to make up for PE after class. What should I do? Do you think you can go? You can go to the playground to make up physical education class! How to get to his dormitory? You can tell your family! Don't go, son!

I am a senior three girl. Our PE teacher wants me to go to his dormitory to make up lessons for me tonight. I feel horrible. What should I do? Does every sport require you to go to the dormitory to make up for running or gymnastics?

What a good excuse! Don't go! If you really want to go, ask two students to go together and leave at the same time. Deliberately let your classmates know that your PE teacher asked you to go to cram school. I'm going to visit a PE teacher. What questions should I ask him? The topic is sports. Eight or nine questions. First of all, you should get to know the interviewee before the interview so that you can ask questions. Let me draw up some for you temporarily. 1 Did you like sports very much when you were studying? The conditions at that time may not be as good as now. What sports do you mainly like to do? Like sports and love sports are two different things. What makes you think that sports may become attached to you? As far as I know, you chose to study in a sports school. Does your family agree? After all, not many people can really make achievements in this field, and this road is also very difficult. It seems that it is better to study hard and be stable in general comprehensive colleges. Did you consider this question at that time? As far as I know, you did well in the sports school. In the end, I chose teaching instead of being a professional athlete. Would it be a pity for you? After teaching for so many years, I think your greatest comfort is naturally that peaches and plums are all over the world, and you have made great contributions to the students' achievements. Can you tell me a story about you and your students? I'd like to know what fascinating achievements those students in our country have made as soon as you left school. Parents now want their children to succeed and their daughters to succeed. In the face of some parents who are eager for quick success, will you tell them truthfully that their children are not smart? How do you find and guide gifted children? Do you often communicate with your parents? As far as I know, some parents still don't want their children to engage in sports, even if they are very talented. You must have gained a lot of experience in this field for so many years. Now this book is very popular, and you have trained many excellent students. Have you ever thought of writing a book to write your own experience and experience in sports? Can you talk about your expectations and suggestions for education in China at this stage? The interview is almost over. Please say a few words to the children and parents who are going to engage in sports, which can also be regarded as some suggestions and guidance for them. I believe this will be of great help to them. The question I drafted for you may not satisfy you, but I hope it can expand and extend your thinking, which is also a fire. I hope your interview goes well.

I am a high school girl, and our PE teacher wants me to make up lessons in his dormitory at night. What should I do? I am also in Zhucheng No.1 Middle School. It seems that my score is below, and I need to pay RMB tuition. Of course, if my score is below, I have to pay RMB every ten minutes, as well as accommodation and information fees. For girls, the accommodation is good, but for boys, the teacher is very responsible and hardworking. I heard that there are more books and books this year, and the school discipline is very good. There are morning exercises in the morning, and class ends on 10 in the evening. To tell the truth, the food is a little expensive, but the quality of the food is still good, at least I think it fits! Ha ha! Zhucheng's review school is located in No.1 Middle School, called Chao Ran Middle School. There are review classes run by many middle schools in Fan Hua, and there is also No.1 Middle School. The enrollment rate is good, you can consider it! Of course, you need to work hard if you want to take the exam. These are just objective factors. For reference only!

The PE teacher in our class is very special. At the age of 24, he always asked the girls in our class to come to his office. I didn't know what happened at first, and then I called the police, or I could tell my parents to help you.

I am a middle school student. When I went to physical education class yesterday afternoon, my teacher asked me to walk around the room with my ball. Don't let him succeed. There are many touching people and many touching things in this world. They are like the stars in the sky, flashing, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is a little thing that shines in my mind like a star, and I will never forget it.

It was an afternoon just after a light rain. A mother and daughter went downstairs for a walk. At that time, the air and the ground were wet and smelled of earth. There are still a few drops of water on the green leaves, which adds a little cuteness to the green leaves. Flowers also appeared smiling faces. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and small insects are enjoying the gift of nature. People have also come out for activities, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful painting. The little girl sang as she ran, as if she were a beautiful, striking and lovely butterfly in spring. She ran, jumped, sang and sang, and soon she came to a road they had to take. There is still a little water on the only road, which looks very slippery. Holding her pants carefully, she walked over step by step. When she saw her mother coming, she shouted to her mother from a distance, "Mom, the road is slippery. Be careful! " Say that finish, blunt mother a sweet smile. Although this is a small matter, it reflects the kindness of the little girl who cares about others. Although it is only a short sentence, it can reflect her love and respect for her mother. I saw such a story that a child often helps others, cares about others, shares happiness and sadness with others, and finally wins a happy life. There is also a student who respects his mother since childhood and lives alone with her, but he is in college. Who will take care of her? He resolutely decided to take his mother to college. Its filial piety finally touched the headmaster, who made an exception and took his mother to school. You see, caring for others and respecting elders is a virtue that is praised. This incident has brought me a lot of inspiration, which makes me aftertaste for a long time. People have said that everyone cares about others and respects their elders, so that the world will be better and happier. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness. It snowed heavily that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy. When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily. I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the light, and my parents sat under the light, silently accompanying me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love and how many parents cared like sunshine-suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the snow. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents. I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like a goose feather all night, making the earth bright, and even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling. I was in a hurry to open the door for an appointment, and when I opened the door, I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly. With a snort, I couldn't stop laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose is suddenly sour and tears can't stop flowing downwards. I want to give my parents a smile-I didn't expect them to face their parents, and I was speechless. In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you?" When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. " Yes, how can I thank you, mom and dad? You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, and I got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will try my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved! It's strange that a smile changed me. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others, and I don't want to ask others for help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I am worthy of the world, don't let the world lose me. However, these years have dominated my thoughts, but under the light of that smile, it suddenly became like a dust, floating without a trace ... It was two days of heavy rain, and the cement bridge on the river that I had to go to school every day was washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. This is a bridge built side by side with only two round and slippery pieces of wood; Usually I walk across the bridge empty-handed. Facing the bridge, I hesitated. There are still 10 minutes before class begins. I picked up my bike and made a decision I couldn't believe: I rode my bike across the wooden bridge. For the first ten meters, I walked in an arrogant atmosphere and felt nothing. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river under the Woods makes me dizzy and my legs are getting softer and softer. It seems difficult to support the weight of my body. I don't know how I got to the wooden bridge. There is only half the distance left, but I can't walk any further. I thought about moving back a little, but I couldn't even turn around. The sound of running water in my ear makes me almost desperate. I tried to throw my bike into the river several times. I'm moving forward. You can't return it, and neither can I. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly lit up and then gradually left my shoulder. It was a big hand that took the bike from me. At that moment, I really couldn't express my gratitude. I turned my head slowly: it was a strange face full of smiles. Time doesn't allow me to look carefully, only that moment makes me feel that smile is so sincere and lovely! The car and I finally reached the other shore safely, full of gratitude made me look at that smiling face carefully: my dark skin and narrow eyes could not conceal my sincere eyes. Fine wrinkles crawling around the corner of my eyes, chapped lips slightly open. Ah, an unpretentious farmer in his forties. What an ordinary smile this is! Ordinary can't be ordinary, but I can't forget it. Let me experience the best things between people for the first time, although it is only a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been buried deep in my heart. I learned to use the same smile to help a fallen child, help push a struggling truck, or (lend) an umbrella to my classmate. And every time you help others without asking for anything in return and smile at them sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of the smile buried in your heart. It's not noble, but it makes you proud. Smile, with beautiful feelings, I really can't find the right words to describe it. Perhaps this poem will express the meaning that others gave me a smile and I gave it to more people. This passage is not only the deepening of the theme, but also the echo of the beginning. Deep down, it seems that it is only in an instant. However, at that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry! During that time, my heart was dark and I couldn't seem to cheer up anymore. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. His tears have dried up and his eyes are no longer clear, staring at one place all day. The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper stapled together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects. Beautiful and clean handwriting. Who wrote it? Why did he or she give me an extra note? I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather. The paper piled higher and thicker. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class. After class in physical education class that day, I trudged into the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and happened to see someone in my position. Who is that man? I saw that man slowly turn around, and both he and I were surprised. It turned out to be him, the one who had been against me in study! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly. For an instant, the whole classroom was silent. Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up quickly, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it! After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went up to him again and shouted at him, "You don't have to mind my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " After saying the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly. He bowed his head and said nothing. The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, yesterday and today. Tears burst down my face in an instant, and I suddenly woke up ... Before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ... From then on, I was happy in the sunshine and optimistic about life! I remember that on May 12, 14: 28, an earthquake measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, which was the largest earthquake in China. After that moment, Wenchuan and its surrounding areas were almost in ruins, and most people were buried. The earthquake is merciless, and the party's heart is closely related to the people's hearts. After the earthquake, the party quickly made arrangements, taking earthquake relief as the primary task and saving the trapped people as the first priority. At the critical moment of earthquake relief, I personally went to Sichuan disaster area to guide earthquake relief. The prime minister has been running around the disaster area for five days in a row. The sudden earthquake sounded the China people's charge, and rescue teams from all over the country went to the disaster area for earthquake relief. In the disaster area of 6,543,800 square meters, desperate rescue officers and soldiers launched a thrilling life-and-death race with death. Rush. Rush. Break through! Break through! Rescue, rescue ... they keep the danger of death to themselves; Give people hope for life. It is their leading role that has condensed a strong-willed earthquake-resistant army; It is their exemplary role that makes people under the ruins see hope. On May 18, at the rescue site in Kunhua Town, Shifang, Sichuan, he firmly shouted in a loud voice: "No difficulty can beat the hero China!" This loud voice echoed in the disaster relief scene, showing the confidence of a nation! Yes, we have experienced many difficulties, from flood fighting to flood fighting in 1998, from snowstorm rescue to earthquake relief, but we have never been stumped by difficulties. We are stumped because we have the strong leadership of the party; We can't beat it, because there are a lot of critical moments around us to catch up with party member; We can't beat it because there is always an army in front of us that listens to the party, serves the people and is brave and good at fighting. These days after the earthquake, we were moved by countless pictures: a strong mother left her child in her arms, "Baby, remember that I love you." Like this; The hero's teacher blocked the falling cement board with his body and protected the students under him. ; The volunteer, who didn't even leave his surname, held up the survivors buried in the ruins for more than a few hours with a pair of bloody big hands; Those who save other people's children can't save their own children, so leave dry food to neighboring workers; Help each other to escape from the danger zone; Soldiers risked their lives to rush into isolated cities, building life channels with blood, countless blood donors and blood donors ... These ordinary people, in daily life, we may not care too much about them, but it is they who use ordinary beams to gather into dazzling spiritual beams. Standing in front of us are towering mountains, which are also the backbone of China. What haunts our ears is: "Stop crying, son!" " Mom can hold on! Wenchuan, don't cry! China, hold on! Although the disaster is inevitable, it makes us stronger in grief, which suddenly passes like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love. That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door. Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me. "Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at the "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again ... an umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard ... The things I have experienced are like stars in the sky, some of which deeply moved me, some made me feel ashamed, some made me extremely angry, some made me feel solemn and sacred, some made me feel interesting, and some made me feel the joy of success. Now I will tell you one of my successes. In my fifth grade summer vacation, I watched others riding bicycles on the highway, and I didn't know how awesome it was. I envy it. I think: if one day, I also ride a bike in the street, I don't know how cool it is! Over time, this psychology of learning to ride a bike slowly blossomed in my heart. Finally, one day, I couldn't stand the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike. At my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness. It snowed heavily that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy. When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily. I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the light, and my parents sat under the light, silently accompanying me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love and how many parents cared like sunshine-suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the snow. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents. I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like a goose feather all night, making the earth bright, and even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling. I was in a hurry to open the door for an appointment, and when I opened the door, I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly. With a snort, I couldn't stop laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose is suddenly sour and tears can't stop flowing downwards. I want to give my parents a smile-I didn't expect them to face their parents, and I was speechless. In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you?" When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. " Yes, how can I thank you, mom and dad? You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, and I got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will do my best to give you happiness, so that everyone can learn to be moved, like a refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless. Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to bear the touch that is enough for us to remember for a lifetime. Give it to me (19) and ask me (2).