An unforgettable silent composition

1. How to write a composition about an unforgettable lesson

An unforgettable lesson

Some time ago, our teacher Cheng gave us a I looked at some pictures and they made me particularly unforgettable after seeing them.

The teacher turned on the big screen, and the first thing he saw was a group of rural children. They sleep on "beds", which are just a few broken tables put together. But they still have books in their hands and are studying seriously. It was late at night, but they didn't sleep, they were watching so intently. Seeing this, my eyes became wet. Looking at the students around me, even the students who usually like to make small movements and talk sounded serious. In order to go to school, an 11-year-old girl went to work in a brick factory, carrying 80 kilograms of bricks for 140 meters at a time. I was shocked by this picture: such a thin little girl could persevere carrying two-thirds of my weight every time. If it were me, I definitely couldn't stand it. What supports her to continue doing this? It is a strong desire for knowledge. Her sad eyes seemed to be saying: "I want to make money. Once I make money, I can go to school and study." Unexpectedly, an 11-year-old girl has such great perseverance! Think about us, we usually feel unhappy if we have too much homework; we complain when the air conditioner is not turned on in time when the school is hot in weather; we lose our temper when our parents fail to satisfy us. Seeing these pictures, what other reasons do we have? What about complaining?

The get out of class was over with a "ding-a-ling" sound. We had already gone out to play before. But this time no one played, but looked at these pictures quietly. 2. An unforgettable essay correction

After studying the experimental questions given by the teacher, I thought about it several times, and in an instant, I was like There is no way out, but there is another village with darkness and bright flowers."

I raised my hand high, and the teacher asked me to go to the podium to do the experiment. And asked the "little sparrow" to assist me. I thought to myself, she is just an embroidered pillow, a elm-headed person who is not enlightened, and an honest person who can knock on the hammer! She and I quickly came to the podium.

Everything was quiet, and the teachers and classmates were watching us intently. Outside the window, the birds chirped, which was pleasing to the eye.

I quickly took out a test tube, used tweezers to pick up a few pieces of black copper oxide, placed them at the mouth of the test tube, slowly uprighted the test tube, and let them slide gently to the bottom of the tube. She was very quick and took out the dilute sulfuric acid and the glue-clip dropper for me.

I tightened the rubber *** and then inserted it into the dilute sulfuric acid. The sulfuric acid was sucked up. I hung the rubber tip dropper directly above the test tube and slowly tightened the rubber ***. . Drops of sulfuric acid are transparent in five colors, and black oxidized copper turns blue like magic! She smiled, the teacher nodded approvingly, and the classmates let out a "tsk tsk" sound of admiration. I felt like a little chemist. The birds outside the window were singing happily, and I was almost in a trance.

Next... Oops, what's going on? Just now I was too excited and my thinking was confused. I was at a loss as to what to do. This time I led the sheep into the photo studio - and it was like taking a foreign (sheep) photo.

I thought, she definitely can't help me. In the face of failure, I am a seven-foot man and a six-foot door - I have to bow my head.

Facing the waiting eyes of the teacher and the surprised eyes of my classmates, my face was so hot. "Next, we should use sodium hydroxide!" Unexpectedly, she, who seemed to me to be an "embroidered pillow", reminded me.

Suddenly, the gate of thinking was completely opened. I breathed a sigh of relief. She skillfully dropped the sodium hydroxide into the test tube, and the blue solution turned into the blue precipitate that the teacher wanted to make! She and I both laughed.

A very powerful voice echoed in my heart: Cooperation requires trust. Amidst the warm applause, I returned to my seat with her in my thoughts.

Selected Article 2 Cooperation Graduation is coming soon, but I can't forget our Chinese teacher, and our immature but very successful "cooperation"... That day, school was over. I was the only one left in the classroom and sighed silently - there will be a blackboard report on the school evaluation tomorrow, but I, the entertainment committee member, forgot all about it.

I really hope that God will send an angel down to help me at this time, alas! I was messing around on the blackboard when suddenly a figure flashed out of the window. It turned out to be Teacher Li pushing the cart home. She seemed to see me and ran into the classroom.

I said embarrassedly: "Teacher Li, I forgot to report to the blackboard." Teacher Li did not answer, came over, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the title for me: The melody of spring.

Then he started painting by himself. "Teacher, you..." I didn't know whether it was gratitude or uneasiness, but I was choked.

"What, you think my artistic level is low?" Teacher Li turned his head and smiled slyly at me, and his two cute braids swayed. My heavy heart suddenly felt relaxed. I seemed to have a lot to say, but not a single word came out.

We work together very well. She is in charge of painting and I am in charge of writing, each performing his own duties. My handwriting was crooked and wrong, and she suddenly said, "Pay attention!" I was amused.

"Oh, no!" It turns out that I was careless about Jingzhou, and there was a big gap between the two paragraphs that should be closely connected. Look at the two paragraphs that I wrote so hard, I was really angry and anxious. I just picked up the blackboard eraser to erase, and she said again: "Wait a minute."

Then she used chalk to draw a landscape painting between the two paragraphs, which complemented and matched the "Guilin Landscape" article. It was perfect, I praised it secretly. She was not modest either: "Whatever, the old ones are the hot ones, right?"

Finally, we were done, and we were admiring our masterpiece. When I was excited, I found that the giant panda she painted was missing an ear, so I asked in a roundabout way like an old classmate: "Teacher Li, have you discovered the 'one-eared panda'?" If she had Looking at her panda thoughtfully, everyone smiled knowingly.

Among the many times of cooperation with teachers, I always feel that this cooperation is the most unforgettable, the most successful, and the most sincere... It breaks the barrier between teachers and students, and transcends the barriers between teachers and students. The generation gap has reached a state where teachers and students trust each other and are intimate. 3. A 600-word essay on an unforgettable lesson

Time flies so fast, and it’s the last semester of elementary school in a blink of an eye. Now I often recall interesting things that happened in the past, among which I am the most unforgettable. It's a class from last semester.

Teacher Wu Mingxi almost took the class last semester.

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, jingle, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, jingle, ding, ding, ding, ding, jingle, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, jingle, ding, ding, jingle, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, jingle." Yao Yuan on the side whispered, "Yes, I heard that you have to write the text silently!" "Ah - it's really terrible." Unexpectedly, Teacher Wu had already walked in front of us. Yao Yuan and I smiled helplessly, Teacher Wu didn't seem to hear what we just said, so he walked away. I let out a long sigh: "Fortunately, it's okay! Otherwise I would have to write a reflection again."

The class is officially in session, "Class." "Stand up" "Hello, classmates" "Hello, teacher—— "At this time I heard many other noises, most of which were "*** hello——" or "Hello old pig——". I really couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this. At the beginning of class, Teacher Wu asked us to write "Some People" silently. At this time, we all had opinions. How to write "Some People" silently before memorizing it, and "Some People" is a reading text. After listening to this, Teacher Wu thought for a while and said: "Then memorize it first, and then write it down from memory." I thought: No way, memorize it on the spot? Still silent! ! Although everyone was very reluctant, there was nothing they could do, so they had to do it obediently. We were all memorizing hard, and only one of us was looking at the teacher intently, and seemed to be counting silently. I leaned over and asked, "What are you counting?" She said, "Don't you know the number of times Teacher Wu shakes her head? I noticed it just after she came back yesterday." I observed carefully for a long time, and sure enough, it was like this. No wonder everyone calls him ***.

The longest class in the history of "Ding-a-Ling-Ling, Ding-Ling-Ling" was finally over. I hurried to Xu Yina, who had recorded the number of times the teacher shook his head, to inquire about the results. This number was truly unexpected—— Shake 25 times per minute! !

This is the most unforgettable class in my heart and also the longest class. 4. A 600-word essay on the unforgettable first time (learning to sketch)

The first sketching class

Sketching is an art full of mysteries, profound and bottomless. Anything can be transformed into The form of sketch looks more noble, solemn and artistic.

It was my first time to come into contact with sketching. For me, who loves painting, it was so exciting!

When I walked into the sketch studio, all kinds of still lifes were placed randomly. I thought to myself: The teacher is so serious, how could they be placed randomly. So I arranged them neatly. Just as I was clapping my hands happily, the teacher frowned: "You can't do this. The angle of each still life is a little different, and the drawing is also different, and it can only be done irregularly." Only by putting them together can you practice your painting skills." I suddenly felt embarrassed and understood the reason. Lord, I am really like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, dazzled...

The teacher began to explain the structure of the sketch. When you see the still life through perspective, you can see whether it is in proportion or not. Its structure makes it much easier to apply color. What surprised me even more is that you can "cut" a circle by just drawing a square and then using the "cutting technique". I finally know how to draw such a beautiful circle.

Now that the explanation is over, it’s time for us to show off our skills. Facing the pure white paper, my heart was pounding, and I didn't dare to write. I swallowed, stretched out my hand and traced the drawings. The lines were like a defeated soldier, weak and weak. I was a little anxious, and I couldn't draw a cube with a suitable angle no matter how I drew it. When I looked through perspective, I found that the cube was not symmetrical at all and was crooked. Finally, I was going crazy and could only send an SOS to the teacher for help. The teacher looked at my painting and said with a smile: "You have to be bold to draw it. You drew this cube correctly, but how can you see it through perspective so that it looks pleasing to the eye?" With encouragement, I became bolder. , I told the teacher my opinion. The teacher sat down, patiently explained to me, and made corrections.

I saw the teacher using the pen so smoothly and skillfully, as gracefully as a dragon soaring on the drawing paper. After a while, a lifelike cube appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but admire it.

"Actually, it's your first time to draw, and it's already very good like this. You feel very good." The teacher said approvingly. After the teacher praised me, I felt happy and fell in love with the art of sketching even more.

I don’t know who said sketching is boring, but I think it is a strange star, so bright and dazzling! 5. The title of an essay is an unforgettable thing

It was in the first grade. When school was about to end, the teacher assigned an assignment: copy it three times over time and write it down silently. I am really confused as a monk. What is dictation? "Ding Lingling..." School was over, and my mother had been waiting at the door of the classroom for a long time. I quickly copied my homework, packed my schoolbag, and went home with my mother.

When I got home, I copied it carefully three times. Then it was time to write silently. I asked my mother who just came over: "Mom, what does silent writing mean?" My mother replied casually: "Just write from memory without looking at it." After saying that, my mother went to do the laundry. I seemed to understand but I thought to myself: when writing from dictation, you don’t have to look at it. If you don’t look at it, you just close your eyes and write. Then the writing must be crooked. The homework assigned by the teacher is so strange! I closed my eyes tightly and started to write, but I was still afraid: Will the words be written crookedly? I opened my eyes from time to time to take a look, and then I just opened my eyes and started writing. After a while, I finished writing, and my mother's clothes were washed. When she saw me playing, she asked me: "Have you finished dictating it?" I answered hesitantly: "It's done, I... …I closed my eyes and wrote it. “I was afraid that my mother would find out that I wrote it with my eyes open. But after my mother heard this, she didn't notice anything. Instead, she burst out laughing, "What!" When writing silently, you don’t have to look at the writing, you don’t write with your eyes closed! ""ah? That’s right! ”

When I think about this now, I can’t help but laugh out loud. 6. Composition: An Unforgettable Exam

I remember there was an exam when I was in second grade I got "100" points. After handing out the test paper, I looked at the bright red "100 points" on the paper. It seemed to be smiling at me. Suddenly I found that I had written a word wrong. At this time, I looked at the score uneasily. , I felt like it was glaring at me.

I thought: "If I don't tell the teacher, I will be a dishonest child, but if I tell the teacher, the hard-won 100 points will be gone. "I was so upset that I didn't tell the teacher. On the way home, I seemed to feel that a group of people were saying: "You are not a good boy if you are dishonest and lying. ”

After I got home, when I looked at the test paper again, I found that the 100 points I saw was no longer as bright as before, and had become dim. I lay in bed at night I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After thinking about it, I decided to tell the teacher, otherwise I would feel very guilty. The next day, I went to the teacher to change the score. 7. Unforgettable first composition! 600 words, a written composition describing facial expressions and movements

Everyone has an unforgettable first time, it may be the first time climbing a mountain, the first time cooking, or it may be the first time But the most unforgettable first time was that I failed.

That morning, I was in a particularly good mood. Look at the sky, it was so soft and natural; look at the trees, they were so soft. Slender and elegant; looking at my classmates, they were so friendly and kind. After returning from the outing, I found the teacher standing in front of the table, holding a large stack of exam papers in his hand, without saying a word. I thought to myself: "It must be the teacher who is here for us." Are you speechless because you did so well in the exam?

However, this imagination is obviously wrong. The teacher had a gloomy face and began to read our scores: "Xiao Hao, 76 points; Xiao Shi, 82 points..." I thought happily: It turns out that my scores are so high, 90 points are not even read my name! The more I think about it, the happier I am. "Xiao Lu, 94 points; Xiao Dan, 94 points; Xiao Rui, 98 points..."

Hearing this, I thought I had scored 100 points, and I was even happier than before. "Pass or above, end." At this point, the teacher glared at me and frowned, "What hurts me the most is Xiao Guo. He didn't even pass, 35 points!" What? I only have 35 points? how so? This sentence hit my heart like a heavy hammer, like a bullet shot into my chest.

My face is so hot, the temperature is like boiling eggs. People around me stared at me, and the teacher also looked at me sadly. I didn't dare to meet the eyes of my classmates and teachers. Suddenly it felt like it was getting dark, the trees were dead, and there were no people.

But I don’t want to be left behind, so I don’t dare to skip class anymore; I don’t dare to play crazy after class; I don’t dare to waste self-study classes anymore, because I know that I can no longer be ignorant. So, I gained experience for success.

Finally, I got second place in an English test. 8. Composition: An Unforgettable Praise

I can’t remember how many times I have been praised, nor how many times I have been overwhelmed with praise. But this time my mother praised me, which I will never forget.

"Oh, that's too bad! I have to be criticized again when I go back." I said to myself as I walked home. I really wish time would stop, but God seems to be against me. A journey that usually feels long seems to have become short, and I am at the door of my home in the blink of an eye. After I opened the door, I looked around to see if my mother was at home. I took out the test paper and looked at the red score. I felt uneasy and thought: What should I do this time? Hiding it is dishonest; showing it to your mother is also a fear of being criticized. This reminded me of a time when I also got very bad scores on the test, but I hid the test papers, and was criticized by my mother after she found out. Will you be criticized this time too? Just then, the doorbell rang, "Ah! Mom is back, what should I do?" Just when I was panicking, I remembered what my mother said, "Grades are important, but good moral character is more important than grades." So I didn't care, lowered my head and handed the test paper to my mother. I looked at my mother's expression with my peripheral vision, thinking that my mother would frown and criticize me severely. But what surprised me was that my mother not only did not criticize me, but also praised my honesty: "Although you did not do well in the exam this time, I am pleased with your honesty. It seems that you have learned your lesson after last time." ! ”

It feels so good to be praised! 9. Please give me a quick essay of 800 words on "An Unforgettable Exam"

In the composition class this afternoon, the teacher did not ask us to write a composition as usual, but smiled and said *** We said: "Today we are going to take a test. It is a test for knowledgeable primary school students. However, the test time is only 5 minutes. Be sure to read the questions clearly. Those who want to participate, please raise their hands." As soon as we finished speaking, all the students in the class They all raised their hands in unison. The teacher asked everyone again why they wanted to take the test. Some students said they wanted to challenge themselves, some said they wanted to see how their knowledge accumulation was, and some said they were curious... I secretly made up my mind to do well in the test. This is a good opportunity to check yourself.

Finally I got the test paper. I took a look and saw that it was not difficult at all, so I started doing it without thinking. But when I didn't finish, the teacher announced that the time was up and said that no one was allowed to write anymore. The students couldn't help but say "ah". But this was a dead order from the teacher, and we had to listen. We had to hand in the test papers reluctantly one by one.

After handing in the test papers, the students all started talking in a hurry. Some were arguing about the test questions, some were complaining about why the test papers were collected so early, and some were speculating about the purpose of this test. Intention... At this moment, the teacher actually started reporting the scores. The results of this exam were disastrous: only 8 students in the class got full marks, and 32 students got 0 points, including me of course. It turns out that this test only requires two questions, 2 and 3, which are clearly written at the end of the test paper. However, all the students who scored 0 points did more questions because they did not see this requirement. At this time, I really felt regretful.

Now I finally understand the teacher’s good intentions. She originally wanted to test our habits and carefulness through such an exam. Some people say: details determine success or failure, habits change destiny. I want to remember this exam far away and let the bad habits of carelessness disappear from me forever. 10. Composition: Enlightenment from the first Chinese dictation writing. (600)

Enlightenment from dictation writing In the Chinese class on Friday, Teacher Chu asked each of our classmates to take out a piece of paper, and we would write whatever she said. What.

The teacher sat on the stool and blurted out: "Yang Yihui." The students all stayed for a while, looking at each other.

Later I found out that the teacher wanted us to silently name our classmates. I thought: I have been with my classmates for four years, how come I can’t even write their names? So, I confidently wrote down the three words "Yang Yihui".

When we finished writing, the teacher asked Yang Yihui to write his name on the blackboard. After reading his actual name, I was so disappointed - I wrote it wrong.

I always thought that Yang Yihui Yang Yihui meant more brilliant. How could it be this "Yihui"? When I was surprised, the teacher called the next name "Gu Shuxin". My classmates and I thought about it for a long time before reluctantly writing it down. Also after Gu Shuxin wrote her name, I looked at it and found that I wrote it wrong again.

What's going on? Always wrong. I always thought that after her parents gave birth to Gu Shuxin, they were very happy because they had a girl.

So I wrote "Gu Shuxin". Unexpectedly, I was wrong again.

I wrote twice and made mistakes twice, so I secretly thought that I couldn’t make any more mistakes this time. "Yang Chengchen."

I saw that all the classmates wrote his name without hesitation. After the previous two lessons, I carefully wrote "Yang Chengchen". This time I was finally right, because I always remember that "Chengchen" is the next minister, so I will never forget it.

When Teacher Chu said the teacher’s name loudly, I wrote the names of the two teachers “Meng Xiaojun” and “Wei Jianhua” correctly. When I got home, I looked up the true meanings of the two names I had mistakenly chosen. It turned out that "Yihui" means ease and brilliance. His parents wanted him to live an easy life and have a radiant life.

And "Shu Xin" means beautiful and beautiful when the sun rises. Her parents hope that she will be beautiful and full of vitality like the rising sun. Through this silent name, I learned about my parents’ hopes and expectations for my classmates from their names, and it also allowed us to get to know our classmates better.

I hope I can get it right the next time I ask for a name.