Unforgettable school story

Ⅰ The most unforgettable thing in school life 1000 words exercise

The most unforgettable thing

Looking back at the winding road before, there is me There were mossy footprints on the ground. In my memory, the footprints are the hesitation when I choose the intersection. I want the answer to where the end is...

"Bang, bang, bang" the basketball hit the ground hard like a bomb and bounced back. The strength made me a little scared. Basketball is the subject of this class in physical education class. I picked up the basketball casually, patted it gently, looked at the basketball frame that was much taller than me, and pushed it with both hands. "Ah!" I exclaimed politely, and of course the ball missed the frame again. The ball just jumped and ran away when it landed. I was walking with the ball and saw a female classmate sitting in front of me. They were also not interested in basketball. They were sitting aside and watching the sweaty athletes. I squeezed into the empty seat in the middle...

We were chatting happily, morning He forgot that he was in a dangerous place with explosive basketball, and was only deeply attracted by the topic full of fatal attraction. At this time, a yellow ball suddenly hit the head of the female classmate sitting in front of me, hitting it with a speed and force that I could not imagine... "Ah!" A high-decibel shock came from the gymnasium. She screamed, and everyone's eyes were cast on her face. She held her head with her hands, the pain was all written on her face, and tears fell down her face from the corners of her eyes. "Wow, it hurts," she cried out in pain. The boy who caused the trouble actually looked at her with a smile on his face, as if he didn't know what was going on. She shed several tears, and with the girl's comfort, she stopped crying. When we all thought this was over, little did we know that the nightmare would happen again. After everyone was reassured, a ball hit her head impartially. "Wow!" The cry filled the air again. "Go to the bathroom," I said to her, and I and other classmates helped her up. In the health room, the nurse aunt carefully examined the head that was hit hard by the ball. "Dang Dang Dang" the bell rang, and we had to stay with her.

After returning to the classroom, I returned to my seat a little tiredly with an ice pack. Looking at her in pain, looking at her. Ah! I forgot to tell the class teacher, but it’s class now, but it’s too late to tell me what will happen. I just told the teacher directly that she might have to ask for leave, but the teacher just asked her how she was doing, and she also said I'm just dizzy, am I making a fuss out of a molehill? Does it really matter if I don't call my parents? The head teacher also said before that parents must be informed of anything, but now it's class... Just like this, I thought about the end of get out of class.

Ⅱ Write a 400-word essay about unforgettable things that happened on campus

My growth story is like a big garden, and the flowers in the garden represent every little thing in my growth. There are countless stories, so let me pick the most fragrant flower and tell it to you!

It happened on Thursday afternoon, our class held a party. Because our class ranked first in the fourth grade in the midterm exam, the teacher held a party to praise us and celebrate our first place in the exam.

In the second period, the party began. The first to perform were several students arranged by the teacher. They all performed their best performances. Especially "Little Flower Umbrella" performed by Guo Yuhan, Wang Yan's fluent English and "Laughing in the Rivers and Lakes" sung by Li Yue, Chen Tong and others received warm applause from the classmates. Next is a game show that our whole class participated in. The name of the show is "Passing the Red Scarf".

The game started, starting with me in the vertical row. We all passed back one by one to the rhythm of Guo Yuhan tapping the blackboard. However, when Guo Yuhan shouted to stop, whoever had the red scarf had to perform. For this reason, my heart has been pounding non-stop. I hope that when the red scarf is passed to me, Guo Yuhan will not shout to stop. Seeing that the red scarf is about to be passed to me, I keep whispering: "Hurry up, Hurry up." As soon as I got the red scarf, Guo Yuhan said "stop", and I was stunned and thought: Now it's my turn to perform. Amidst the cheers of my classmates, I took a deep breath, walked to the podium calmly, and recited a newly learned ancient poem fluently and emotionally. I also received bursts of applause from my classmates. There was also a happy smile on his face.

As the game continued, several students also performed funny and ridiculous performances. In this way, the party ended in a happy and joyful atmosphere.

How happy we were this afternoon. This story will always stay in my mind and will never be erased!

Ⅲ 1000 Unforgettable Novels and Stories

My Reading Story

If knowledge is compared to flowers, then books are profound Old roots in the soil; if knowledge is compared to a wine bottle, then books are the sweet and delicious wine; if knowledge is compared to the night sky, then books are the dazzling stars.

When it comes to reading, I can’t help but speak out my heart.

I have been listening to adults tell stories since I was a child, because I think the content of the stories is interesting. Moreover, I also believe that reading is a path that everyone must pass through in life. Books can make the whole world more interesting, make life more colorful, and make individuals more tasteful.

I still remember that when I was 7 years old, I read the pinyin version of "The King's New Clothes". I thought the two liars in the story were very cunning and hateful. When I was 9 years old, I opened this book again. When I thought of my naive and ridiculous thoughts before, I couldn't help but feel funny about my naivety. When I read this book again when I was 12 years old, I was grateful for the inspiration given to me by the honest child in the story. Now when I read this book, what I see is the hypocrisy of the king and the ministers' greed for life and fear of death, which makes me feel ridiculous and sad.

I love reading, it is books that allow me to fly freely in the ocean of knowledge; it is books that allow me to wander freely in the world of science, it is books that allow me to learn truth, goodness, and beauty; It was the book that made me understand right and wrong; it was the book that taught me to be independent and self-reliant; it was the book that made me understand the true meaning of life... When reading "Robinson Crusoe", I saw Robinson's bravery and strength. The spirit of not being afraid of difficulties. I thought about being brave, strong, and not afraid of difficulties. While watching "Education of Love", I deeply realized the kindness of the characters in the book. They are willing to help others and have a "sympathetic heart". While watching "Five Thousand Years of China", I learned about China's long history and splendid culture. Reading can help me understand many philosophies of life. The book made me understand the dignity of being a woman. Like Petofi said, "If you want to be free, you can throw away both." Voltaire once said, "Labor is the source of happiness." In this sentence, I know Labor is also a kind of happiness. Darwin once said a sentence that moved me. He said: "Luck likes to take care of brave people." This sentence made me understand that a person must be brave.

I feel that I am a simple laborer, working hard, and God likes to take care of hard-working people. What I get is not the moon in the water, but the sweet spring with abundant fruits, like honey. I really admire Lu Jun. He said: "Although patience is bitter, the results are sweet."

Writing this, I couldn't help but think of a sentence: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." . ”

My Reading Story

Calculated by the growth rings of a tree, one year older means one more growth ring. That tree should have six more growth rings, because it has been growing with me for six years.

I practice calligraphy and reading in the morning and evening, and I will never forget it. Every time I learn a word, I write it on the green cover.

Day after day, when I was writing on it, I found that the ink marks on some words no longer existed. I should have been absorbed by it, and it has increased my knowledge together.

I wanted to keep them, so I picked off the leaves with the writing on them and stuck them in my books to become a proof of my reading and marked the date on them.

When I picked up the book, I felt very happy because there were so many good friends reading with me.

However, good days are always shorter than bad days. Those green clothes have been replaced by new clothes, and the whole body is yellow and withered. Those ink marks gradually faded away, "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

Now is the planting season. I want to bury them underground, hoping that they can take root again and cultivate the next generation, so that knowledge can be passed down from generation to generation. It can be said: "Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sinking boat, and thousands of spring trees are in front of the diseased trees."

Year after year, the knowledge I master gradually increases, and I have more good partners. They have their moments of prosperity and their moments of decline.

In the face of prosperity, they worked hard as always, and they will not be complacent even if they have gained something; in the face of decline, they did not give up lightly, but continued to hone themselves, firmly believing that "there will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will rise." sea".

One day, I had a dream. I dreamed that my friends were all competing with each other, saying: "I am better than you. You can see that I have the most strokes, so my handwriting is the king of words... …” They argued and argued and finally asked me to express my opinion. I said calmly and calmly: You are all winners. Because words are connected, if you can unite together and fight each other, a long and long chain of knowledge will appear. Acquire knowledge that is unique and learned from others. "When three people are walking together, there must be a teacher from me."

This dream made me clearly realize that unity is strength, knowledge is accumulated bit by bit, and a drop of water can become a river.

My reading story

I especially like reading, like Yang Hongying, Shen Shixi, Qin Wenjun, Bing Xin, Mei Zihan, Yu Zaiyang... I am all their loyal fans. "Books are the ladder of human progress." This sentence is true, but for me, "Books are the spiritual food of mankind" is more appropriate.

Speaking of which, there is still a "book history" that is "emotional".

It is said that "read more books and become more literate" is really true. When I was very young, my mother would watch plots from "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "A Dream of Red Mansions", "Andersen's Fairy Tales"... with me every day. But I can only read the characters of "Five Thousand Years" and "Dream of Red Mansions" but not the plot. Because I think those books are too boring and boring. There were three to four thousand words in the first-grade literacy competition. Maybe because I read a lot of books, I recognized more than two thousand words at once.

When I grew up, I was also obsessed with reading fairy tales, modern novels, and stories. I have an unshakable iron habit - reading for a long time every night. My father didn't let me read before going to bed, because I forgot the time when I read it, and my father had to pull my ears to get up the next morning. In order to prevent my parents from finding out, I started a "guerrilla war" with them. I quickly turned off the lights when they came, and turned them on again when they left. However, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Dad pretended to walk into the room and closed the door, but in fact he was still outside. I fell into the trap, and my dad came in, scolded me, and turned off the electric switch in the room. But the Tao is as high as the devil. He didn't expect that I have another hand: a flashlight! In order for my father not to see the light from the crack of the door, I hid under the quilt and watched. I got bored hiding inside, so I changed my breath and continued watching. Even my dad couldn't help me.

Books bring me endless fun, and also give me a lot of "nutrients" --- like sunshine, like rain and dew, which nourish my little tree so that it can grow stronger!

Ⅳ Unforgettable Weiming Campus Story Composition

The new semester has begun. The students open their eyes with joy, looking for the familiar atmosphere. The whole campus is boiling with laughter, The shouts and noises were endless. During the break, the teacher came to the classroom with a large pile of new books. The students were eager to try them, widening their eyes and stretching their necks, all eager to get the new books. The book was handed out, and I took a brand-new Chinese book and flipped through it. The faint fragrance of ink made me feel like I had eaten sweet honey. It was very fresh and comfortable. I hummed the song happily, and suddenly, I found that half a page was missing from the second page, as if someone had torn it out. I was very anxious. By this time the teacher had already distributed the books and left. There are no books left and cannot be exchanged. What should I do? My deskmate’s new book was lying quietly on the table. My heart was pounding and I had a strange idea. I thought: My deskmate Wang Xuecai’s book should be intact. She happened to be away. I’ll replace her. Don't know either. Thinking of this, I quickly changed the book and flipped through it as if nothing had happened. Wang Xuecai came back, "The book has been distributed, that's great." After saying that, she looked through the book with a smile. I stole a glance at her and found that he was turning to the page that was half a page away. Wang Xuecai frowned and said angrily: "Why am I so unlucky? Bad things always happen to me." I was secretly proud and thought to myself: You deserve it, whoever asked you to go out to play without waiting to get the new book made you an unlucky one. When school was over, Wang Xuecai had been gloomy, and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I said to Wang Xuecai, "I'm sorry Wang Xuecai, I shouldn't always think about myself. Let's change the book. Your book was originally sent to me." "Wang Xuecai said: "It doesn't matter, the book can be repaired if it is torn. Let's repair the book together tomorrow.

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Ⅳ What is the main content of "Unforgettable Classic Stories of Education"

"Unforgettable Classic Stories of Education" uses various forms of education based on the confusions of parents, teachers and children. The stories tell some very clear truths and guide people to use intelligent means to promote human growth. These stories come from foreign countries or from front-line teaching practices. They are all inspiring stories for teachers. Each small story that makes students do good allows us teachers to truly understand the connotation of life education. From now on, we should pay attention to the growth of life, the development of human beings, and the progress of society.

Ⅵ The school is a small society. , what is your unforgettable story that happened in school?

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I pursued individuality and wanted to be different from others, so I started to give up drinking from a glass and bought a baby bottle. I drank water from the bottle every day. Later, several students in the class also started drinking water from the bottle. Finally, the teacher couldn't bear it and drank from the bottle. The milk bottle was confiscated.

Ⅶ Unforgettable Story 450 Words on Campus

There is a collection of records of growth on campus, full of pages, heavy with one thing. It is unforgettable and will always be engraved in my mind, making it difficult for me to forget.

It was a sunny morning, the birds were singing on the branches, and there was silence around me. I rushed to school, as if there was someone there. Something was about to happen. I walked into the class, and the crisp sound of "ding bells" broke the silence. The class was about to begin, and the teacher walked slowly up to the podium and said: "Today we are going to read "Tianshan in July". After I finished, I would talk to my classmates about my thoughts. After hearing this, my body suddenly became cold. I thought: What would I do if the teacher mentioned me? "My classmates will definitely laugh at me.

At this moment, the teacher looked at me with his eyes, as if he wanted me to talk about my feelings. I pretended to be serious and read the book. After a while, the teacher asked me to go up to the podium. I couldn't say a word for a long time, but I was ashamed to be "invited" by the teacher. Needless to say, I felt sad. The teacher comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, I will Just to see if you are bold or timid. "After hearing what the teacher said, I felt confident. In the afternoon, the teacher asked me to speak on the podium. I stood on the podium and finished my speech quickly. In exchange for everyone's praise, I felt very happy. Then the second, third... …Some spoke hesitantly, some spoke like running water; others spoke stammeringly, none of them were as good as me. I was really happy that this happened too quickly. It has been three months, but I still remember it fresh. This matter may be small in other people's hearts, but it is so huge in my heart. The teacher's love is like a little drizzle nourishing my heart. I feel the teacher's love for me. and the whole class to show the greatest, noble and selfless love in the world.

Ⅷ Please write an unforgettable short story based on the story in the classroom.

It rained all night last night, but it was nice weather when I got up early. I came to school early in the morning, walked into the classroom, and found a shiny mark on the podium. I ran over and took a closer look. Look, hey! It turns out to be the traces of a snail crawling over.

Speaking of snails, I am not unfamiliar at all: it carries a spiral house on its back all day long, stretches out its soft body, and uses its flat sucker-like The same feet, slowly crawling forward; there are no bones, and the whole body is almost made of muscles; the head has two pairs of antennae like antennas one behind the other, the one in the front is small and the one in the back is big; it is a sleepy and able to eat. Guy.

Probably the classmates discovered what I was looking for and came forward to inquire. When I told them the secret, the classmates also joined the search for snails.

"Found it" Come on!" I shouted excitedly, and my classmates gathered around me when they heard my cry. Maybe it was because the snail had never seen so many people before, so it was so frightened that it shook its two pairs of tiny tentacles vigilantly.< /p>

Perhaps Zhou Jun thought the snail was too cute, so he flicked it gently with his finger, and the snail quickly retracted into the hard shell. Zhou Jun's "hand" annoyed his classmates They all made a sound of blame.

Maybe the snail healed its scar and forgot about the pain. After a while, the snail poked its head out of its "villa" again. As soon as it showed its head, it seemed to remember something. It quickly shrank back. Seeing that there was no danger around, the snail slowly poked its head out of the shell. The students all laughed when they saw it.

Interesting The snail made the classmates want to grab it and play with it. Since Zhang Ning was short and weak, he was the one who got the snail in the end. In this way, a snail was passed around in our hands. Little How could the little snail withstand the torture of the classmates? Soon it had only one breath left. At this time, Zhang Ning was heard saying like a mosquito: "The snail is about to die, and this little life is about to end!" "Although Zhang Ning's words were very soft, it was like detonating a bomb to the students.

I don't know when the teacher came, and he gently took the snail from Zhang Ning's hand. Putting it on the podium, he solemnly said to us: "There is no distinction between high and low in life. Human beings are one life, ants are one life, and snails are also one life. In the big family of nature, human life and snail life are the same." Equal." After saying that, the teacher asked us to look at the snail's eyes. From its eyes, I seemed to see the snail showing a kind of helplessness and sadness...

Although this matter A semester has passed, but the teacher’s words have left a deep imprint on my heart.

Ⅸ An unforgettable learning story

Everyone has a golden childhood, and childhood is big. Part of it was spent on the primary school campus. The days spent on the primary school campus were wonderful and unforgettable. In the first grade, I was still a little kid. I was curious and excited, and I jumped into this unfamiliar campus while carrying a Mickey Mouse schoolbag and holding my mother’s hand. On the first day, I was alone on campus, looking around and looking around. When I found something different, I would scream as if I had discovered a new world. The eyes of the classmates next to me swept over and stared at me. My face turned red and white, and I quickly squeezed out of the classmates and ran back to the classroom in a hurry. In the second grade, because I was often praised by the teacher, I became very proud and loved to show off. I remember one time, all my classmates were playing in the amusement park, and of course I was no exception. Only the parallel bars were played by no one. Probably too dangerous. At this moment. A suspense arose in my mind: What would the children think of me if I stood on the parallel bars? After saying that, I climbed up the parallel bars and stood on them carefully. In order to make the children think more highly of me, I also stood on the parallel bars and sang loudly. The children looked at my proud look and commented one after another: "Look, she is so brave. ""She's good"... Listening to this, I felt smug with a proud expression on my face. "Ah..." a scream. I fell off the parallel bars. Fortunately, the teacher arrived in time and took me to the infirmary. Afterwards, the teacher gave me a hard lesson, and I stood there blankly... In the third grade, I opened up a lot and became quieter. After class, I just read books in the classroom, tell jokes with my classmates, and jump rope. Of course, sometimes

Ⅹ Unforgettable Learning Story Composition

The flower said, it brings fragrance, so she is important; the tree said, it brings shade, so it It's important; the birds say, it brings the crisp song, so it's important too.

I can't say exactly what I bring, but I still want to say it loudly: I matter.

To our parents, we are unique copies that can never be repeated. When we are sick, they will be anxious; when we fail, they will silently comfort us; when we succeed, they will be comforted. We touch their nerves, because in the eyes of parents, children are always the only irreplaceable ones.

I remember when I was a child, I would be naughty and make trouble, which would often make my mother dumbfounded and I didn’t know where to vent my anger. Finally one day, my mother said: Why can't you be as well-behaved and sensible as your cousin? "Then why were you not born like her?" My mother was speechless by my words. She just knelt down and kissed my face, and then stroked my head. Being young and ignorant, I looked into my mother's eyes and seemed to read something.

As I grow older, I realize more and more how important I am. To my friends, I am someone I can talk to openly; to my parents, I am a child I can be proud of; to my class, I am a unique member... Yes, I am very important, and no one can replace me. Just like I can't take the place of someone else.

I am important. I want to declare this statement loudly. Not just me, but every one of us should have the courage to say this. Although we have no amazing innovations or successful careers, this is not the basis for judging whether we are important. As long as we work hard at all times and strive for the light, we are living an extremely important life.