Excellent composition with memory on the blackboard

In life, work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. Still at a loss for composition? The following is an excellent composition that I carefully compiled and memorized on the blackboard for reference only. Let's have a look.

Excellent memory on the blackboard 1 There seems to be a lot of memory on the blackboard. The teacher is handsome or atmospheric or chalk correct; When I was a child, I wrote with clumsy and blunt chalk on the blackboard; In the sixth grade, I tried to copy the answers to the after-class questions on the blackboard; At the beginning of junior high school, I was absorbed in watching the teacher spit on the blackboard and analyze one question after another. But the memory of the blackboard is not only learning, but also learning to run a blackboard newspaper to outline the plate gracefully; Circle tomorrow's class on the blackboard with colored borders when on duty; After school, I doodle on the blackboard in my spare time ... There are so many memories on the blackboard, so kind.

To tell the truth, the first real "intimate contact" with the blackboard was quite a big one-the fourth grade. At that time, the teacher appointed me to take some classmates to take charge of the blackboard newspaper in the class. This is the first time I have done it. In fact, I just divided the work and reviewed the results, but I did it with great enthusiasm at that time. We stay until six o'clock every night. I gave them this idea and that idea very actively, and sketched the outline layout with chalk in a novel way, and I enjoyed it. Also go to other classes to learn other people's blackboard newspapers, turn over other people's pages in the blackboard newspaper atlas, and then synthesize all kinds. At that time, I felt a heartfelt happiness. Moreover, after the blackboard newspaper won the honor, its sense of accomplishment was unparalleled.

This is my first memory of the blackboard. Later memories are mostly learning. The happiness at that time was not because of honor, but rather the joy of learning new knowledge and overcoming a series of problems. Nothing can catch up with the memory on the blackboard. It is so familiar, full of happiness and bitterness of student days. Now most blackboards have been replaced by slides, which can never bring friendly memories. Cold, without the temperature of the teacher's chalk friction, without the warmth of the students' burning eyes, without our memories of thinking about the past in the face of the blackboard.

Blackboard, this thing, accompanied many people until the end of their student career. Every day at school, when do you not concentrate on the blackboard? The memory on the blackboard is irreplaceable. It represents our school days and is an indispensable memory. We may be over sixty, but we can't help laughing when we think of all kinds of blackboards.

A blackboard, a few pieces of chalk, a few letters, a few symbols and a few scrawled handwriting constitute an ordinary blackboard in my memory, which records the friendship like a peach blossom pond.

On that day, the first and last farewell party of my primary school career was held in my class.

When every classmate was present, we sang "Childhood" happily together, and no one mentioned the sadness of parting again. But when I was immersed in the happy time with my friends, I accidentally saw this blackboard and dragged me into it just for sightseeing.

Once in class, Ahraf quietly hid my pencil case when I was not looking. It's time to copy words I can't find the pencil box. Later, Omar whistled loudly and I found the pencil case. I was so angry that I told the teacher. Because Omar testified for me, the teacher did not hesitate to write Ashraf's name on the blackboard, and Ashraf will be punished. I was very proud at first, but later I felt a little too much. Ashraf just played with me and shouldn't be punished. I looked at my witness Omar, who seemed a little upset. I decided to call Omar after class and apologize to Ashraf.

After class, we found Ashraf who was making a penalty stand and apologized to him. Ashraf casually said, "Nothing, just making a penalty stand, just to practice my martial arts spirit." Say that finish, also specially made a kick action, provoked everyone laughed. I went back to the classroom, picked up the blackboard eraser and gently erased Ashraf's name. ...

Ha ha ha ha! This laughter, which is gone forever, still echoes in my beautiful memory. I looked at the blackboard that recorded this moment and began to stay again.

The singing and laughter stopped, and the students' eyes were full of sadness. I don't know who wrote the graduation message on the blackboard first, and the students scrambled to leave messages on the blackboard. Ashraf wrote a poem: "Running water is in a hurry, years are in a hurry, and only friendship lasts forever"!

I also wrote on the blackboard: "The future is not a dream. Keep friendship in mind. Don't need sadness, let alone reunion? "

I just finished writing, and everyone was crying.

When I left, I turned around and gently said "goodbye" to the blackboard with the memory of our class written on it.

Wonderful memory composition 3 on the blackboard "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " There is a lot of reading in the classroom, but I can't get into the role. When my mother woke me up in the morning, I was inexplicably angry. "Calling me so late is deliberately not to let people eat!" Then I slammed the door and rushed out the door. When I got home, only my mother looked stunned and wronged.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The teacher's hand touched the blackboard gently, and I suddenly felt a warm current coming, some moved and some hot. Yes, how can I forget the thread in the hands of a loving mother!

That year, the weather was particularly cold. Outside, patches of snowflakes were rolled by the cold wind and flew in all directions. The room is as cold as a cellar, and the air conditioner keeps drilling up from the trouser legs. "It's so cold!" I am shivering with cold, my hands are stiff with cold, and it hurts a little from time to time. When my mother saw me, she was so distressed that she almost shed tears. A few days later, my mother called me to her side and said with a smile, "This color is your favorite." Said, and took out a floral sweater. Looking at my mother's red eyes, I suddenly understood what was going on. My nose suddenly turned sour and I couldn't help jumping into my mother's warm arms. But in the morning, it was obviously my own fault, but I insisted on taking it out on my mother. Gradually, a trace of guilt welled up in my heart.

"She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home." The teacher's beautiful voice came like a gurgling stream, and the poetic words once again pushed open the door of memory.

In my impression, my mother is a nagging goddess and a lovely thinker. When I was a child, my mother saw that I was impolite and often said to me, "A kind word is warm in three winters, and a cold word is cold in six months." Sometimes, I'm too lazy to do my homework and want to sneak out to play for a while. My mother will say, "Time is gone forever, it's hard to see you again, and the water will never return to the East China Sea." After entering junior high school, I live on campus. My mother is afraid that I can't handle the relationship with my classmates well. The first phone call repeatedly said that "being competitive is the bane, and being modest and prudent is the safety" ... Imagine that if there is no mother's constant persuasion and ardent expectations, will the mistakes slip far away?

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." The teacher's hand is still moving on the blackboard, and the magnetic voice is still ringing in front of the podium, but my heart has already fluctuated. My mother worked hard to raise me. What did I repay? Looking at the teacher's gentle eyes, I suddenly realized that I almost ignored one of the most beautiful emotions-love!

The old house where my family lived for more than half a century was rented out and the tenant moved in in a hurry. I didn't look again and I don't know if the small blackboard hanging on the kitchen door is still there. I don't think there is a blackboard in other people's house. I don't know if it's because relatives are teachers. When I was very young, that little blackboard was hung on the wall. Grandpa and aunt often write their words squarely on the blackboard for me to recognize, and I also like to leave my tender handwriting on it. After self-study, I let my doll and bear sit on a small bench, pointing to the words just learned on the blackboard and teaching them by demonstration. The adults stood by laughing, but no one expected that in my little heart, I began to hide my desire to be a teacher when I grew up. After school, the questions I can't do often appear on this little blackboard at home. I couldn't do the problem at that time, so I asked my grandfather. Nothing can beat him. Grandpa always goes to the blackboard to check the problems and then tells me. Sometimes I don't understand, and soon I will ask the same kind of questions. Grandpa was not annoyed, but patiently explained it to me. After he finished, he just gave me four words-"draw inferences from others". Grandpa wrote these four words on the blackboard and told me: don't learn by rote when reading, but draw inferences from other words. Now every time I give this word to my little cousin, I will think of the words my grandfather wrote on the blackboard and the way he spoke at that time.

When my little cousin met my problems, I also learned from my grandfather and said to her: You should learn to draw inferences from others! When I was in the first grade, my temper became bigger and bigger. In retrospect, it should be the reverse sentence period. At that time, I really didn't like anything, and I often muttered a few words of "touching the air" casually. Grandpa told me several times, but I shouldn't have. For some reason, I got angry again and shouted, "Touch the air!" " This time, my grandfather was angry, too. He stopped me loudly, walked quickly to the blackboard and wrote four big words: "Oppose the theory of touching the air"! I didn't expect this to happen the first time I complained. Although I am still unconvinced, I don't speak. That was the biggest anger my grandfather sent me in my memory. The four shocking words on the blackboard have not been erased for several days. In those days, every time I walked through the kitchen door, I lowered my head and was afraid to see those words, just as I was afraid to see grandpa's frowning brows and discerning eyes. After that, even if I want to complain about something, I will think about it in my mind and try not to say the word "touch gas". Growing up, the small blackboard has been hung in a familiar place, but it has been used too many times and said less and less. Now that the old house is rented out, my little cousin hasn't asked about the blackboard, but I think he will remember, just like me.

Passing the small blackboard again, I couldn't help but stop. Rows of "10" tags are embedded with a "9" tag, which seems out of place. The "9" point above is my name, however, I remind my lips. ...

Chemistry examination room for physical and chemical experiment operation skill examination. There is a classmate standing in front of each experimental desk, who is busy but has an answer. I am one of them. After heating for a period of time, the reagents of the same group of students are all blue, indicating that the sample to be tested is copper oxide. And mine has been cooked several times, and it is still transparent. Although I have a lot of doubts, I decided to respect the experimental facts and fill in "toner" on the test paper.

My hunch came true, and the invigilator successfully approved my paper. After a short stay, he made a big cross on "Toler". Soon, she turned around and wrote "9" on the blackboard.

9 points, my score in the physical and chemical experiment operation skill test is only 9 points, so big and dazzling, but it is so small in that row of "10" points. ...

All the students around me testified that my reagent didn't turn blue. Without saying anything, I hurried back to the experimental platform, picked up the unknown black solid and asked the teacher to do the experiment.

Once again, I was surprised at the result. After heating for a period of time, the reagent shows a pleasant blue color and is gently put into the test tube. ...

"I still feel wrong." I persisted as always and took out the dilute acid for the experiment. The teacher brought the PH test paper, and the acidity turned red and the alkalinity turned blue, preparing for the final and final exams.

I held my breath, stared at the test paper, and slowly dipped into reagent bottle, a rich and heavy sapphire blue that could not wait to spread, until it swallowed the whole test paper, deep, deep.

The answer is obvious. It turns out that the dilute acid I used in my experiment is alkali. I was right from beginning to end. Besides, I never gave up.

The students all think that the "9" on the blackboard should be changed to full mark. But I just smiled and didn't say anything, so let this "9" stay on the blackboard, because it is the result and witness that I insist on. Is it different from other "10" integrals? No, nine points can be that perfect.

"9" survived after all, and at the same time, the nine dots on the blackboard and the reagents that stubbornly refused to turn blue will be engraved in my memory, reminding me to stick to what I should not give up, such as objective facts that no one can refute.

This small blackboard and everything else will be my proudest memory and an inexhaustible motive force to inspire me to go on.

The memory on the blackboard is beautiful and firm.

Passing the small blackboard again, I couldn't help but stop. Rows of evenly brushed "10" marks are embedded with a "9" mark, which is out of place. The "9" point above is my name, however, I remind my lips. ...

Chemistry examination room for physical and chemical experiment operation skill examination. There is a classmate standing in front of each experimental desk, who is busy but has an answer. I am one of them. After heating for a period of time, the reagents of the same group of students are all blue, indicating that the sample to be tested is copper oxide. And mine has been cooked several times, and it is still transparent. Although I have a lot of doubts, I decided to respect the experimental facts and fill in "toner" on the test paper.

My hunch came true, and the invigilator successfully approved my paper. After a short stay, he made a big cross on "Toler". Soon, she turned around and wrote "9" on the blackboard.

9 points, my score in the physical and chemical experiment operation skill test is only 9 points, so big and dazzling, but it is so small in that row of "10" points. ...

All the students around me testified that my reagent didn't turn blue. Without saying anything, I hurried back to the experimental platform, picked up the unknown black solid and asked the teacher to do the experiment.

Once again, I was surprised at the result. After heating for a period of time, the reagent shows a pleasant blue color and is gently put into the test tube. ...

"I still feel wrong." I persisted as always and took out the dilute acid for the experiment. The teacher brought the PH test paper, and the acidity turned red and the alkalinity turned blue, preparing for the final and final exams.

I held my breath, stared at the test paper, and slowly dipped into reagent bottle, a rich and heavy sapphire blue that could not wait to spread, until it swallowed the whole test paper, deep, deep.

The answer is obvious. It turns out that the dilute acid I used in my experiment is alkali. I was right from beginning to end. Besides, I never gave up.

The students all think that the "9" on the blackboard should be changed to full mark. But I just smiled and didn't say anything, so let this "9" stay on the blackboard, because it is the result and witness that I insist on. Is it different from other "10" integrals? No, nine points can be that perfect.

"9" survived after all, and at the same time, the nine dots on the blackboard and the reagents that stubbornly refused to turn blue will be engraved in my memory, reminding me to stick to what I should not give up, such as objective facts that no one can refute.

This small blackboard and everything else will be my proudest memory and an inexhaustible motive force to inspire me to go on.

The memory on the blackboard is beautiful and firm.

The memory on the blackboard is like the annual rings in memory, deeply engraved in the bones, and no one can erase it. -inscription

As the sun sets, there are several white clouds on the horizon, coated with a layer of sunset glow, just like colorful silks and satins, decorating the blue sky. At this time, I was thinking of my dear teacher with a cool breeze.

Gray memory

During the examination review, teachers and classmates are most nervous. In order to get good grades in the exam, they leave early and return late. Every class, I see the teacher with a long face, carefully writing down the argumentation process of each question on the blackboard, and then reminding us of the importance. The teacher is really tired these days. (Teacher, you have worked hard. )

Golden memory

After supper, the teacher came in You looked at us and didn't speak. We thought something was wrong, so we didn't speak. I saw the teacher grab a piece of chalk and write a few words on the blackboard: star, date, Thursday, afternoon, walk, spring, swimming. After reading these words, many students jumped up because we can go out to play! That spring outing, you played with us and chatted with us. That time, you smiled like a child. ...

White memory

"Rinrin, teacher, you came in from the outside. I see your face is yellow, your lips are pale, your eyes are sunken, and you have completely lost your usual spiritual brilliance. There is also a "cough" sound in the mouth from time to time. So you're sick. We all told you to go back to rest, but you casually said, "Nothing, this ailment is nothing. "So, you continue to lecture. Looking at the blackboard writing on the teacher's blackboard, the strength of the words is very different from that in peacetime. Today, your chalk handwriting is very weak. Teacher, are you tired and have no strength? Teacher, we love you so much!

I miss you so much. I really miss you. When the sun slowly fills your eyes, I think of your every look, every smile and every word. Then I open my eyes and see the dust in the air dancing with the sun, and every ray of light is dancing.

In fact, it is not in our minds, but in our hearts, in the deepest part of our hearts.

It is an old vine, winding and tightly wrapped in the heart.

Excellent memory composition on the blackboard 8 It is already a burden for me to write a composition every Thursday. Today, the teacher gave us an essay topic called "Helping others". At the sight of this topic, my thoughts surged. Bring my memory back to the recent past.

It was a summer and it was very hot. I only heard cicadas chirping in the trees. Go to Lanzhou Luqiao to buy fish and insects. Not far away, I found an old man fishing with a long bamboo by the river. Approached, I took a closer look. It turned out to be my neighbor, Uncle He. I couldn't help shouting: Uncle He, what are you doing? A: Now people's literacy is really poor. Littering will pollute the river, so I will pick up the plastic bag and not pollute the river. Then I'll help, too, okay? I was moved by him. Yes, Uncle He smiled happily, and you know this! I immediately took a small net from Uncle He and started fishing for plastic bags.

It was also a day of summer vacation. It was stormy that day, and the sewer at home was blocked. My mother and I are worried about what to do if the sewer is blocked. I saw Uncle He, the next-door neighbor, coming out of his house in a heavy rain, wearing a plastic raincoat and holding bamboo pieces. He lifted the lid of the sewer pipe with a bamboo piece with difficulty, walked over with a bamboo piece and stabbed it hard, pulling it up with all his strength. I saw that he worked so hard that he was almost too busy, so he put on his raincoat and rushed out of the house with a bamboo.

I came to Grandpa He, patted him on the shoulder and said, Grandpa, let me help you poke it together! Uncle He readily agreed. Uncle He and I stabbed the sewer together. At this moment, rain and sweat flow down our cheeks, but happy flowers bloom on both of us.

After a long time, the rain stopped and the weather became sunny. The sun was bright and the sewer finally passed. Uncle He and I smiled knowingly.

Facing the sunshine and cool Xia Feng, we went home together.

These two stories let me understand the fun of helping others, how to show my grace in life, and how to start from small things and be a spiritual and civilized person.

Sixth grade: Juzheng

The memory on the blackboard is excellent. The past is like the wind, brushing the treetops, and the blackboard is the tender leaf on that branch; The past is like a boat, floating across the water, and the blackboard is a fish swimming around; The past is like a song, swinging in the air, and the blackboard is the flying bird. A blackboard bears the memory of my growing up.

{foam time}

Kindergarten children are very cute, because they always do some childish "stupid things", so naive, but so precious. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my dream was to be a teacher. I always thought it was arrogant. At that time, there was a small blackboard in my house. I don't remember its origin, but what I vaguely remember is that it was my treasure at that time. Because I yearn to be a teacher, I always like to gather my brothers and sisters together and then open a "small class for four". I am a teacher. In the private classroom, my only "teaching tools" are the blackboard and some chalk heads. At that time, although I was only in kindergarten, I had endless words. Coupled with the cooperation of my "students", I am very happy in class and often write "education" on the blackboard. Looking back now, it was a childish move that I was proud of at that time. However, childhood is gone forever, and the happiness of childhood cannot be copied, just like a bubble in the sea, which disappears when it bursts. But the dots recorded on that blackboard have taken root in my memory and become beautiful memories in my life. That blackboard witnessed the bubble era.

{Grow like a flower}

After entering primary school, I have not experienced the legend of my big sister, but I still look like an ordinary little girl, trying to be a good student in my teacher's heart and a good example in my classmates' heart. At that time, the best "stage" to express yourself was reading early. Therefore, I get up early every morning and go to school early, in order to maintain a good mental state. Every morning, under the leadership of the monitor, I will read aloud and carefully, and dare not neglect, waiting for a certain moment. Until my name was greatly written on the "like" column on the blackboard, my wish came true and I showed a satisfied smile on my face. I am a naive child in grade two, and my daily efforts are only for a simple word "like" on the blackboard. Just like a sunflower struggling to grow, it keeps looking up at the "blackboard sky" and looking for the sun that symbolizes honor, just to bloom more brilliant flowers. That purpose is so simple and clear. As we all know, while striving for the goal, I am also making small progress. That blackboard witnessed my growth like a flower.

Memory on the blackboard Excellent composition 10 A faint chalk print is still in my memory. The more I try to erase it, the less I can erase it. Chalk dust still seems to be dancing in the sun. ...

"This formula is a simple sentence, with a diameter of one on Wednesday. But because pi is an infinite cycle decimal, we take pi as about 3. 14. " The teacher clapped her hands kindly, picked up the chalk and wrote three topics. "I will ask three students to do the topic." I swept past, very simple, quickly raised my hand and walked confidently to the blackboard.

But I, who am very skilled at doing problems at ordinary times, can't even write a word in front of this blackboard. The chalk is tightly held in my right hand, and I can obviously feel that the sweat on my hand has soaked the chalk. Look, I haven't written for a long time, and the students next to me began to talk about it-

"I think she is good at math at ordinary times. What happened to her today? I don't think mathematics will generally copy others! " A classmate spread around meaningfully, and everyone seemed to have an answer. My nervous fingers are numb, blood is swirling in the eardrum, and I can't even stand still.

"All right, all right!" The teacher clapped her hands with a smile and asked me very gently, "What is the circumference of this circle?" I finally calmed down and answered, "18.84." The teacher asked me again, "How should that be calculated?" I finally calmed down and answered fluently, "Today is Wednesday, so it's …" I quickly picked up the chalk, "Shuashua!" The formula was worked out soon. The teacher took a look and said with a smile, "It seems that we have to practice more on stage in the future! Remember, it is always more difficult to answer on stage than off stage. Take the first step bravely to gain courage! "

I was moved by the teacher's words and nodded again and again. "Do you want to practice your hands again?" The teacher asked me. "Of course!" "Listen to the question. The radius of a circle is 4. Find its circumference. " Radius? Why don't you just tell me the diameter? Ok ... I thought for a moment and immediately gave the answer: "25.438+02." "Exactly. Please go back to your seat and continue to listen carefully! " The teacher nodded at me. I walked quickly to my seat.

Yes, the people on the stage are always braver than the people off the stage. The memory on the blackboard inspires me to go forward bravely, not afraid of difficulties!