The teacher of Hongqiao No.1 Primary School writes a composition.

1. There are innocent and lively pupils in Hongqiao, Harbin ... This is a beautiful place. The kapok trees in the east of the playground are full of fiery flowers, like a burning fire.

In spring, the campus is decorated with new branches, buzzing bees and colorful flowers.

In summer, it is our school, Yangcun Central Primary School, which is located in the north of Guang Mei Highway in Yangcun Town, with purple flowers and poor appearance.

In our campus, there are tall teaching buildings and all kinds of flowers and trees. Litchi and longan leaves contain fruits, which attract students to watch every day and grow green leaves. Litchi and longan trees are full of flowers, attracting many bees, golden leaves and pink leaves. The grass on the playground also peeped out.

In autumn, the leaves of the old pagoda tree turn yellow, banyan trees and trees grow in lush cages, and the dense layers of branches and leaves seal the playground tightly. In the middle of the playground, there are two old locust trees, like two big green umbrellas, like murraya murraya. They are not afraid of autumn wind at all, but they are still so green. The grass on the playground has also changed into new clothes, and students all like to play on the grass.

The azaleas in the north of the playground in winter produce beautiful flowers, which look like handfuls of flower umbrellas from a distance. The sun in the east of the playground is blooming, and it seems to open a smiling face to us. It is a beautiful garden-style campus, and the northwest wind blows through the treetops. But the trees on campus are still full of vitality.

Our campus is full of people all year round.

2. When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I wrote a composition about the campus scenery of Hongqiao Primary School in Yueqing. My beautiful campus I study in a beautiful school, which is beautiful all year round! In spring, trees grow new branches and grass sticks out small heads. Peach blossoms are as beautiful as other spring flowers.

Those little lilacs are also trying to show their distinctive purple, as if they are brighter than peach blossoms, which makes people feel very comfortable! The weather in summer is very hot. Poplar and pine trees are green, so keep your eyes on them! People sit under a big tree like an umbrella, which is very comfortable and cool. Sometimes, when it rains lightly, students will play under the tree and have a good time.

In autumn, it is a fairy dressed in gold. It soothes the heat of the sun with its own clothes, bringing freshness and light to the earth.

This season, the chrysanthemums in the campus flower beds are the most charming! In winter, when the campus is covered with a thick layer of silver, the pine and cypress on the tree are stronger than before, guarding the campus like soldiers. Ah, I love my beautiful campus.

3. The campus scenery of Hongqiao No.1 Primary School in Harbin is located in the north of Guang Mei Highway in Yangcun Town, and the appearance of Yangcun Central Primary School in our school is relatively poor.

Our campus is a beautiful place with tall teaching buildings, all kinds of flowers and trees, and innocent and lively pupils. In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves.

The grass on the playground also sticks out, and the kapok tree on the east side of the playground is full of red flowers, like a burning fire. Litchi and longan trees are full of flowers, attracting many bees. The buzz of bees and colorful flowers dotted the campus.

In summer, trees grow in cages, and dense layers of branches and leaves seal the playground tightly. The two old locust trees in the middle of the playground are like two green velvet umbrellas.

The sun in the east of the playground is blooming, and it seems to be smiling at us. Litchi and longan leaves contain fruits, attracting students to watch them every day.

In autumn, the leaves of the old pagoda tree turn yellow. Banyan, gold leaf and murraya murraya are not afraid of autumn wind at all, but still so green. The grass on the playground has also changed into new clothes, and students love to play on the grass. In winter, the northwest wind blows through the treetops.

But the trees on campus are still full of vitality. The azalea in the north of the playground has beautiful flowers, purple and pink, which look like handfuls of flower umbrellas from a distance.

Our campus is full of people all year round. This is a beautiful garden campus and a good place for us to grow up.

I think it is both common and popular to write a 600-word teacher composition in primary schools.

However, I am very excited at the thought of the teacher's usual care for me. It is said that teachers are like gardeners, because teachers are trying to cultivate the future pillars of the motherland.

It is said that teachers are like bees, working all day long, collecting nectar and nourishing the pillars of the motherland. In our long life, teachers are like crutches.

From babbling to babbling, we began to accept the care of teachers. In a word, teachers can't help us on the road of our growth. Teachers, like my second parents, care about us all the time in obscurity, giving us light and heat.

When we are in trouble, the teacher will help us; When we encounter setbacks, it is the teacher who will comfort us and encourage us; It is really difficult for us to repay the selfless dedication of our teachers. But the requirements for teachers are not high. As long as we study hard and grow up, they will be satisfied.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you burn yourself silently like a candle and point out the direction for us in the vast sea of learning. You turned us from an ignorant child into an all-round student. How much effort and sweat the teacher has paid here! Teacher, you gave us knowledge, strength and courage to overcome.

Teacher, you are like the sea. We are a small fish. You let us grow in this ocean of knowledge with small waves. As the saying goes, "once a teacher, always a father." The teacher will always be respected and loved by us. Here I say from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you, teacher."

5. Anshan Hongqiao Composition 150 The impala flew around, and then I felt this touching and spectacular scene. Tears blurred my eyes and I was deeply moved. Because this great love between animals reminds me of ourselves. Because there is such great love in the world, it is passed around us. ...

In the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, many heroes emerged to save lives. He (she) regardless of their own safety, again and again from the hands of death to get back a fresh life, they exchange death for the lives of others, is this not the great love of the world? ! What impressed me most was a teacher named Tan Qianqiu. When the earthquake came, he opened his arms and covered the students tightly under himself. He would rather trade his own death for the life of a student. Isn't this the great love around us? !

Not only the Sichuan earthquake, but also this great love in our ordinary life. "The most beautiful mother" Wu Juping caught the little girl who fell from the upstairs with his bare hands; Uncle Wu Bin, the "most beautiful driver", endured severe pain to stop the car in an emergency, thus protecting the safety of the whole car. He left us.

Not only these people we all know, they are all around us, and they also have this kind of love. I remember one time when I was at school, I suddenly felt dizzy and didn't care about the teachers and classmates in class. Before I went out, I vomited all over the floor ... My classmates helped me up, and the teacher helped me to the office, brought me water to wash my face and poured me boiling water. It was my classmates who helped me clean up the "mess" in that place and cleaned up my desk. These concerns make me unforgettable.

And my parents, they are even more heartbroken. On the day when I was ill, it was my father who ran before and after, and it was my mother who stood by my bed and told me that famous story. ...

what is love ? Sickle-headed sheep gave us the answer! what is love ? The old impala in front of the sad cliff gave us the answer! what is love ? People around us gave us the answer! In fact, there are many answers, because there is such great love in our school newsletter blog. There are selfless teachers, diligent bloggers, and many parents and friends who are obliged to comment on articles for us. Isn't this love? Isn't love passing away? !

When I closed the book, the scene of the sickle-headed sheep flying over the cliff still lingered in front of me, and I seemed to hear the last sound of the sickle-headed sheep.

6. Where is a good teacher who teaches composition in Hongqiao Town, Yueqing? This is a wonderful place in the world.

It is the feeling when I first arrived at Genting Mountain. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw a pasture. Cattle and sheep gather together, and the cries are endless, which is very noisy.

When I first came here, I smelled the natural breeze. One hundred and twenty steps forward, the green of the mountainside appears in front of you.

Looking up, the cliff is steep, the top of the mountain goes straight through the sky, and the clouds are hovering at the top. Drinking the pool water, sparkling.

When you go to Genting Mountain, you should experience the feeling of "not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes and being at the highest place". In the early morning, Shan Ye is foggy, and the hiking trail seems to be gone.

The ethereal sound of bells and flutes wafts in my ears from time to time. Groping forward, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if it were a sea in Wang Yang, drowning us.

The red sun rises in the distance, and under the fog, it is as red as cinnabar and as warm as spring. The vast forest has been surrounded by trivial sounds, such as insects and animals, and trees and grass whispering in the forest, breaking the silence of dawn and opening up today's music.

Birches are towering, and the clouds stand upright. The wind is blowing in the valley and the beautiful sea is blue and boundless.

When I climbed the mountain again, the wind blew by and the Woods at my feet danced with the wind. The voice is unpredictable, like a dragon, like a tiger roaring, magnificent, better than the tenderness of a water town; Wan Li's tree embankment is better than the blue waves of the West Lake.

7. My primary school teacher's 200-word composition is now in junior high school, and I still miss primary school, especially the class teacher.

Remember her, the serious state during the lecture; Remember her, when the batch of homework becomes an expression; Remember her professional expression when she led the team. She is a good teacher, remember to help us ask for leave when we are sick, and also help us to do the homework that we will fall behind; Remember that she will not be partial to good students and will not give up bad students; I remember that she talked about the topic seriously over and over again.

Her beautiful long hair fluttered in the wind, her shining eyes blinked, her cherry-like mouth incited, and her short figure gave us students a sense of intimacy.

Blink of an eye, I came to junior high school, a new beginning, but I will always remember you as a primary school teacher.

8. Write an article explaining that Hongqiao Town No.1 Middle School in Yueqing City is located at the foot of the beautiful Beigan Mountain. This is a large-scale and well-equipped modern middle school. At first glance, it is a semi-circular square.

The square is paved with beige and blue bricks, with a small flower bed on each side. Looking further ahead, you will see a tall building, which is the sightseeing building of our school.

Walking in, the wall on the right hand side is covered with awards won by our school over the years since its establishment. Out of the sightseeing building, turn right and walk up a few steps, and you will arrive at the teaching building, where we study.

The teaching building has four floors, and our classroom is in the easternmost part of the fourth floor. The classroom is about 8.5 meters long, 6.5 meters wide and 3 meters high. There are two doors in front and back, and windows on both sides.

There is a blackboard and multimedia in front of the classroom. In class, teachers can use multimedia teaching, which makes our study more convenient.

There are blackboard newspapers and clocks sent by our classmates at the back of the classroom. The clock ticks away, as if reminding us to cherish every minute.

From the blackboard newspaper, we can learn more knowledge that textbooks can't. Walking down the teaching building, I came to the southernmost part of the school, where the green circus in our school is concentrated.

In the center of the circus is a big round flower bed with flowers and a big tree. On the left of the tree is a semicircular stone chair.

Above the bench is a wooden shelf covered with vines. The people in our class described it in one sentence: "Old vines and old trees are faint crows, and small bridges are flowing.

"There are many such greening projects, from the planning of the canteen to the peach blossom in the corner of the playground to the pomegranate tree near the No.2 teaching building, all of which have their own stories. Campus should never be a simple splicing of buildings or a simple transfer of knowledge.

Its trees, flowers and rocks should all have their own stories, different stories. This is not only a place where we study, but also a place where we keep our youth, and it is an eternal memory that stays in our hearts.

9. Father always answers questions in clear language to satisfy every student who asks questions. For me, my father is even more eccentric, saying it over and over again until I fully understand it. My father is not at all relaxed about my study, and I owe most of my academic achievements to my father. I am a teacher at school and my father at home. My father is still a teacher at home, using his spare time. I don't think many teachers take pains to teach his students such talents as writing and painting. When I go home to do my homework, I will also ask my father some questions that I don't understand. As soon as dad said it, I understood, so the homework has always been 100. My father loves his children like an ordinary father, but this is not just his starting point. My friends care about each other and play together. There is no father-daughter barrier between my father and me, just like friends. We watch TV together. Although we have different interests, my father told me the news he saw. I tell my favorite cartoons to my father, share their happiness and always help each other. When I meet a problem, my father will argue with me. When he gives his reasons, he always blushes. Finally, sometimes my father makes mistakes, and sometimes I think wrong. The topic is completely understood. In my spare time, I teach my father to play games. Dad accompanied me to jump rope, play ball, scissors and stone steps. My father is like my little friend. Whether dad is a teacher or a friend, dad is dad. My father showed himself in his words and deeds. Thank you, Dad.

10. Unforgettable primary school teacher's composition: more than 500 words, time flies, time flies. Five years have passed, like clouds. I am in the sixth grade. I miss primary school life; Let me be infatuated; It gives me endless aftertaste. Now, our classmates' life is only one year. When we think of the past, we can't help feeling a lot.

My alma mater has only a short year left, in these thousands of days. I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and irrigation of a "gardener"-a teacher, I thrive and grow into a tree. In the future, I will repay my motherland, my alma mater and my teacher. Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, listening to the teacher's repeated teachings, and relying on the mutual help and encouragement of our classmates, our classmates grew up together. Our reading sounds still seem to reverberate in the class, our laughter still seems to linger on the playground, and we play in the campus. In every corner, we have left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid, and the memory is still in my mind.

I have gained a lot under the guidance of my alma mater teacher. I got a lot of friends and good advice and new knowledge from teachers, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy. I left many unforgettable memories in my alma mater, and there are also many good memories. The most important thing is to get the best education and a compass for future life. But now I don't have much time at my alma mater. I suddenly look back, looking back at the past, as if urging my teachers, encouraging our teachers, and the lovely campus have all disappeared from the songs we sang. I don't know when, we became big brothers and sisters in the school and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Looking back now, I feel that the teacher's teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in my ears. Grasp the last year in my alma mater, look at the lovely campus and the teachers who have taught us, and encourage the students to cherish the last day of blind date.

All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. I will always remember my teacher's encouragement, be an upright China person, and remember that tomorrow Sambo will be proud of me. Ah! Beautiful campus, how much joy and enlightenment you brought me, I will never forget.

Unforgettable primary school life

Time flies, unconsciously, six years of primary school life will pass in a blink of an eye. The school with a long history at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. There are trees here, books here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we left many childhood footprints and many happy laughter. How unforgettable primary school life is!

I remember when I was in the first grade, it was parents' open day, and many parents came into our classroom to listen. This is Miss Huang's Chinese class. She asked us to read the first 17 lesson "Autumn", and we read aloud. Watching, I began to lose strength, so I took an eraser from the drawer to play and put the book on the table. I thought the teacher wouldn't see me play. I played and looked at the teacher, who glared at me. I even forgot to put my eraser in the drawer and started reading with everyone. After class, Mr. Huang took me to the office to talk and criticized me for deserting in class. Suddenly, I felt not only regret, but also shame …

Another time, in an open English class in Grade Two, Mr. Chen asked me to come out to the podium and sell fruit in English. I proudly walked to the podium. Not only did I pronounce English words incorrectly, but I didn't know the teacher was angry. Teacher Chen called another student to perform. The teacher suddenly stopped being angry and was still laughing. After class, the teacher gave her classmates a small red flower, but I didn't. At this time, my face turned red and I bowed my head in shame.

These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. I have lived in primary school for six years, and today I am a graduating class student. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.