In my memory, there are many unforgettable things, some of which make me happy and some make me regret, but none of them are my most unforgettable. In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is not a thing, nor a playmate, but a lesson, a music lesson that I still remember.
in my memory.
In my memory, there are many unforgettable things, some of which make me happy and some make me regret, but none of them are my most memorable. In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is not a thing, nor a playmate, but a lesson, a music lesson that I still remember.
in retrospect, it was two spring and autumn years ago. At that time, I was in the third grade of primary school. I'm in Class 3. At that time, the music teacher liked us very much, and once she asked us to have an open class.
On the day of class, there are many teachers in the singing room to attend classes. We were shocked after reading it, and after stabilizing our emotions, we felt nothing to be afraid of. At first, we practiced breathing with the teacher, and the students worked hard. Some practice and sweat, some turn their faces into red apples, and some are out of breath. Then we practice scales, some with high voices and some with low voices. No matter which part we sing, we can sing very accurately, just like a piano.
Later, we started today's class and learned to sing our school song. The teacher spoke vividly on it. At first, write the score with chalk, and then tell the key parts of the song. As he spoke, he drew the key parts. After speaking, the teacher played the piano again and taught singing step by step. Some places are more difficult, so the teacher sings a few times more, for fear that we won't. In some places, it's simpler. The teacher just sings once and skips it. The teacher not only speaks well, but also we cooperate well. We all listen to the teacher's instructions. When the teacher speaks, we concentrate. When the teacher sings, we immediately listen carefully to the teacher's singing. When the teacher asks us to sing, we sing with the loudest voice.
In this way, we quickly learned this song and were able to sing it well. The bell rang, and we lined up and walked out of the classroom singing the songs we learned today.
That class is my most unforgettable. It was stuck in my mind like a knife, which made me remember it vividly. In my memory, primary school composition 2
In my long memory, many things have gradually faded away with my age. There is only one thing that I always remember vividly, and it is hard to forget it from my mind ...
It was an early winter morning, and the cold wind was blowing "whoosh, whoosh", and the weather suddenly turned cold. The wind blew the branches and made a "rushing" sound. Pedestrians on the road are all armed to the teeth. But our faces are filled with happy smiles, full of energy, and completely fearless in the face of cold. What-what's going on?
"du r> "Du-! "The car blared and slowly stopped at the gate of Fengxian Growth Garden. It turns out that this time the teacher organized our collective tenth birthday! This is unique and unique! As soon as we entered, the instructor here warmly held a welcoming ceremony for us, and then carried out a variety of expansion activities. During the activity, everyone showed their abilities and gave full play to their intelligence.
Just when we were still in high spirits, the instructor shouted, "It's time for lunch!" I ate my favorite barbecue, and we baked it ourselves! In the curling smoke, the reddish-brown flames rose, and a string of food "sizzled" in the flames. Everyone's face is red and ecstatic. It smells good. My mouth is watering! "Ah, my sausage is on fire! "Ah, my kebab is still raw!" "Oh, my chicken wings are burnt!" "My ..." Cries, laughter, echoed one after another over the growth garden.
in the afternoon, we held a grand ceremony. In the joyful music, in the blessing of "Happy birthday to you" and in the candlelight, we made a good wish. "Click", a photo of Zhang Zhengui was born, leaving an eternal memory.
The most important thing to thank for this group birthday party is our teacher. How much effort you have devoted to us. "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away", teacher, you are a silkworm, a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others. The whole class elected me as the representative to present a bunch of beautiful flowers to our beloved teacher Wang, and at the same time sent a sincere blessing. A sincere word contains our grateful heart. Teacher, we love you most!
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you ..." One moving song pushed the ceremony to a climax, as if we were in an ocean of joy. At that moment, I really wanted to stall the old man of time and let the happy time stay forever!
Although it has been a long time, it has left a beautiful landscape in my growing memory! In my memory, primary school composition 3
Some people say that six years is a long time; Some people say that six years is very short; Some people say that we grow up when we fall; Some people say that we are backward in pride; Some people say that we have tasted bitterness and pain; Some people say that we live in happiness and happiness ... But my primary school days will remain in my memory forever.
I wonder if you still remember us when we were young and ignorant. In the first grade, everyone met for the first time, and they all became mimosa. In the second grade, gradually someone spoke boldly; In the third grade, girls and boys have their own good friends, each guarding their flattering friendship; In the fourth grade, boys and girls have their own gangs, and there is a great momentum of "you hurt me, I will destroy you"; The fifth grade came quietly, and there was a shy atmosphere between boys and girls; Time flies, we only have the last few months left. We have become a sensible big child, but our friendship has not deteriorated because of the fleeting time ... Unconsciously, we have changed from a childish face to a beautiful butterfly and a mature appearance. They began to be reluctant to part with each other and began to make vows of eternal love, agreeing to meet again after many years.
colorful classmate records say goodbye, immature faces smile and wave, and exam papers are stuffed into drawers. We used to fantasize about flying freely in the sky like a bird, eager to fly higher and farther, to fly into the vast blue sky, and to harvest more things, but we ignored our friends who flew farther and farther around us.
we have never forgotten what our teacher taught us. Teachers, like gardeners, constantly give us rich knowledge; Teachers, like woodpeckers, worry and work hard for us all the time. When the genial teacher was angry with us for the first time, we knew that the teacher was tired; When the teacher punished us for the first time, we knew that the teacher was angry; When the teacher talked to us reluctantly for the first time, we knew that the teacher was tired ... but the teacher never gave up on us, even though they said that we were the worst students, they were still kind to us. However, when we accused the teacher behind his back, we never thought about whether the teacher shed more sweat and tears than we did.
The chalk on the blackboard is still writing, the words in the corridor are still echoing in the air, and the sound of games on the playground is endless.
Some people say that six years is a long time; Some people say that six years is also very short; Some people don't care about the separation of graduation, but he didn't expect that our history could not be searched by Baidu.