Everyone says, "Students are flowers and teachers are gardeners." Mother said, "You are all fruits planted by teachers." I can't understand what my mother said. My mother said that as long as I study hard at school, I will understand the results in the future. My grades are so good, why don't I understand? I love my head teacher, Miss Zheng. I said to my mother, "If I am really a fruit, I will let Mr. Zheng taste the sweetness every day."

In class, she combines the content of the text with extracurricular knowledge. We not only remembered the content of the text, but also learned what we couldn't learn in the textbook. Teacher Zheng doesn't just treat students as "listeners". She encourages every student to take part in "?" Read with him. To analyze, to think. She also asked us to ask questions in class, and we could also find fault with her and books. Whoever has a good idea, she will use medals as a reward to stimulate our interest in Chinese class.

The homework she gave us was also unusual. I only have one or two homework assignments every day, but I am told to buy two exercises and do them when I have time. But we don't directly assign the homework of these two books, so let us learn to study consciously. Have contact with junior high school and have good habits.

Teacher Zheng is meticulous about our study. In the morning self-study, she urged us to recite the text one by one and remember the phrases on the school card. She is like a loving mother to the students with unsatisfactory grades in the class, for fear that the children will not have enough to eat. It is a little bit to use all available time to make up for it. These, can not let people move?

My mother saw what I wrote above, and added: "The teacher sowed seeds in class, and it depends on the students' efforts to receive the fruits!" I suddenly understood the meaning of my mother's words I love my teacher more from the bottom of my heart!

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The happiest day

It's really cool to watch martial arts dramas on weekdays. Those heroes come and go in the rain, but I really admire them. And I also hope to have such an opportunity to hone myself. Unexpectedly, "good luck" came so quickly. That day was really targeted by a "lucky god", which made me hone myself in the face of heavy rain.

My mother asked me to buy sugar for my sister, and the shop downstairs was closed, so I had to go to the supermarket far away to buy sugar. It was still sunny when I went to the supermarket. After buying candy, I happened to walk in the middle of an unknown bridge, and it suddenly became dark. But a minute later, the rain hit me like a shell. The road suddenly became a scene of "ghosts crying and wolves howling". I don't want to think: so much for avoiding the Japanese. Fortunately, my mother asked me to take an umbrella.

But this luck didn't last long, and I began to feel something was wrong-the rain came sideways! The worst time is its "reserve army"-gale! Now the "life-saving straw" umbrella in my hand has also become my achilles heel. This "traitor" desperately dragged me into the river. Are you kidding? Do you want me to skydive like a pilot? I crossed my heart and shouted, "I don't want to give it, but I have an umbrella!" " "I suddenly let go, and the umbrella was immediately rolled to the ends of the earth. Hey! I can be said to be a student of 9 1 now!

After I escaped from prison, I realized that it was no joke to bear the "bombing", so I tried my best to suck milk and run forward. After crossing the bridge, I panted around. See if there is a "bomb shelter" where I can escape the "sweeping". Wow! The narrow eaves are already crowded. At this point, I can't tell whether it is rain or tears on my face.

It's raining harder and I'm awake. I made another important decision-"36 plans to go first"! With Dong Cunrui's desire to blow up the bunker, I rushed. Under the surprised eyes of others, I ran home with bullets. Suddenly climbed to the sixth floor.

This training is finally over. Actually, I'm just saying that I really don't want to get wet. God, don't take it seriously! But now I'm still very happy.

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Uncle's yard

In the morning, a silvery birdsong awakened the sleeping earth. I opened my blindfolded eyes, put on my clothes and went to my uncle's farmhouse. I looked up at the sky. The sky in the east was a fish-belly white, and the small courtyard gradually became active against the rising sun. Look, the rooster held his head high, straightened his chest, strode up the courtyard wall and shouted "wow, wow"; Birds stand in the treetops, chirping like happy notes; The smoke from the chimney is very warm. I think grandma must have started cooking.

After breakfast, the sun has risen very high. The yard suddenly lit up. Peony, rose, Clivia ..... one by one to meet the sunshine and compete to open. Peony flowers are blooming brightly, like the bright smiling faces of children. Red, yellow and pink roses are dancing in the breeze, just like a graceful girl. Clivia is in full bloom in the corner, but it doesn't make public, as if to show its gentlemanly demeanor.

There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard, which looks so tall and straight among the flowers. It stretches the notes hard. On the branch, the small oval leaves are green. Pushing away the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its exuberant vitality.

What surprised me even more was that a small drop of water hung on each tip of a clump of bamboo at the gate of the yard. I asked my uncle why every bamboo leaf was hung with crystal dew. My uncle told me that bamboo absorbs water as much as possible at night to meet the needs of growth until it reaches the tip of the leaf. I suddenly realized that this thick green color is the embodiment of its vitality.

Time gradually arrived at noon, and in the moist earthy atmosphere, I smelled a burst of fragrant fragrance. Looking up, it turned out to be floating down from the locust tree outside the yard. White Sophora japonica is covered with branches, like a silver mountain. It's really "like the spring breeze, thousands of trees bloom at night"! The buzz of bees adds vitality to the yard.

This is my uncle's yard, a vibrant yard!

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My pencil box.

My pencil case was bought for me by my mother on a business trip three years ago. Although it is "old" and can no longer be used, I still cherish it. It's still beautiful.

My pencil-box is made of iron. When you hold it in your hand, the first thing you see is the picture above. On the left, there is a big-faced cat lying on the ground. It has a painful expression on its face, as if it had just fallen heavily. There are several rows of English letters on the right, which seems to be the cat's self-report. Although I can't fully understand it, I can also translate a few words. The pencil boxes are all green, but they are a little messy because of the rust of time and the stickers I put on them.

Open the lid, it is full of school supplies. The pencil case is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. On the top floor, there are two pens, one is blue and the other is black. They "lay" on a green iron ruler, without any sound, as if they were sleeping soundly. The middle layer is a blue eraser, two pencils that are too short to use and a shiny red fountain pen. Because of the small space, there are some refills hidden in the lower floor.

Although the pencil case is for my study, there are four small wheels hidden under this huge box. As long as you push the pencil case gently, you can move forward smoothly. Because it was long and there were "passengers" below, they got off the bus to help me with my study.

My pencil box brings me happiness. I love my pencil box.