I will never forget the 550 words of that criticism.

From the first grade to the fourth grade of elementary school, my compositions were pretty good and I was often praised by my teachers. But after entering fifth grade, for some reason, my composition level plummeted. Today is the first time I have been criticized by a teacher in composition class.

In the composition class last Thursday, I followed the teacher’s request and hurriedly wrote the picture composition and handed it to the teacher. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I always felt that given my level, I would definitely be able to score high.

But when I was commenting on the composition today, the teacher read an article first, which surprised me. It turned out that the teacher read an article written by me. I couldn't say how happy I was at that time, because according to Teacher Zhong's habit, the articles I read at the beginning were all the articles that the teacher thought were well written and were read as model essays. But after the teacher finished reading, the whole class laughed. I said that this article was poorly written, the language was not fluent, and the imagination was unreasonable. In some parts, I could not form a sentence due to my sloppiness, which made me laugh.

Although the teacher did not call my name, I knew very well that this was the "masterpiece" that I was proud of. My face turned red in an instant, and I lowered my head in silence. I really wanted to There can be a slit under the foot to drill through. The classmates were all looking for the author of the article with their eyes wide open, as if they had guessed it was me, and they all looked at me strangely. I felt like I was sitting on a pins and needles blanket, feeling uncomfortable all over. I really wanted the bell to ring for this class right away so that I could avoid this embarrassing scene.

When I got home in the evening, I told my mother about it. My mother stared at me for a long time and said to me in a deep voice: "Ning Ning, you have published articles before, and you have always thought that you The article is well written. You are proud and satisfied with the status quo, and cannot calm down and think carefully, which is why you are in this situation today. Mom hopes that you will not be discouraged, cheer up and start from the beginning. Mom believes that you can write through your own efforts. Good article.”

After listening to my mother’s words, I seemed to understand the truth and the reason for my previous failure. I immediately ran back to the study, took out my Chinese language books, and carefully studied the author's writing method. I secretly made up my mind to study hard, learn from the strengths of others, enrich my own mind, and strive to be praised by the teacher in the next composition class.

Essay about unforgettable things: An unforgettable thing_550 words

There are countless funny things I did when I was a child, and any one of them can make you laugh, but... The most unforgettable thing for me is that...

When I was a child, my mother told me that fire is a very dangerous thing. If I am not careful, my home may be burned down. In order to prevent me from touching the fire, She also lied to me and said that if I played with fire, I would wet the bed. If I wet the bed, she would spank me. When I was a child, I was afraid of being spanked because my mother had a hotter temper than my father, so she would not be merciful. Because I was afraid of being spanked, I didn't touch a match for a while. However, just after being honest for a while, my hands started to itch again. My mother wouldn't let me touch them, but what should I do if I wanted to? One day, my mother was not at home, so I walked into the kitchen carefully and rummaged through the drawers to find many things, such as towels, handkerchiefs, masks, etc. Suddenly, I saw a small box with the words: Matches on it. ah! It's a match! I found it! I looked at this box of matches and became troubled again. Should I play or not? Don't play, my hands are itchy; play, what if I wet the bed? Just like that, another period of time passed, and finally I decided. I slowly took out a match and struck it gently. Looking at the small light, I was filled with joy, but after a while, I Seeing that the match was about to burn my fingers, I quickly threw it to the ground. The match that was thrown to the ground was still not extinguished, so I stepped on it with my feet and finally stamped it out.

It was time to go to bed at night. I went to the bathroom 11 times in a row before my sister and I slowly lay down and fell asleep. In the dream, I dreamed that I wet the bed, and my mother was beating me with a feather duster. I kept crying, and my voice became hoarse from crying... I suddenly woke up, thinking of the dream, and quickly turned up the quilt and found something on the quilt. A piece of map, I was stunned, thinking that my mother would definitely spank me, and suddenly started crying. My mother, who was cooking for dinner, heard my cry and ran over. When she saw me crying, she told me to get up, and I sobbed. When I got up, my mother looked at it, smiled, and said, "Why are you crying because your sister wets the bed?" It turned out that my sister was sleeping on the map.

Ah! My heart suddenly relaxed.

Unforgettable classmates_450 words

In my eyes, classmate love is not an emotion that is flattered and flattered in front of others. I think that true classmate love should be very " "Alternative", for example, competition between classmates, laughter between classmates, mutual help between classmates, tolerance between classmates...

Competition between classmates. The first place in the class is not won with fists, nor can it be maintained with tears in exchange for sympathy. The real first place is obtained with good conduct and academic performance. No, before the "crusade" against other classes ended, our class started a war. In our class, many students are candidates for the championship. In order to surpass each other in a test, these students work extra hard. They say hello to each other during the day, but at night, they have red eyes and desperately eat spiritual food.

I remember a famous person said: "When you are intoxicated with success, you should thank your competitors, because he gives you the motivation to make progress." To be honest, I am really impressed too. Thanks to their continuous efforts, I am always vigilant in times of crisis and can maintain my grades.

Encouragement among classmates, this "encouragement" refers to some verbal help from close friends. I remember that I also had times when I was depressed, and encouragement from my classmates became so important.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. We will usher in the first "separation" in our lives. There is too much reluctance in my heart, too many farewells. But no matter where I go, I will never forget the teachers who taught us earnestly, let alone the classmates who have been with me for six years.

No matter where the next starting point is, I will remember my brothers and sisters who were classmates for six years. In these six years of ups and downs, we have experienced countless ups and downs together. In the future, they may all disappear due to the changes of time, but no matter what, the precious friendship between us cannot be erased...

An unforgettable criticism_600 words

This Something happened not long ago that I will never forget.

A monthly math test before the midterm exam. Out of carelessness, I mistook "a pair of buckets" for "a bucket." Six points will "flow eastward". But God is not willing to let me get another word question wrong. A few days of anxiety paid off. When the teacher read the results, he emphasized: "Liu Yuxuan, twenty-seventh place, eighty-one points." Oh my God! Having been in the middle and upper reaches, I dropped to the bottom fourteen, a completely failing grade. It was like there were thousands of bees buzzing in my head. It seemed that another lesson was inevitable.

On the way home, my heart was like fifteen buckets of water - up and down. The reproachful looks of family members came to mind. Finally got home. I wasn't in the mood to eat, so I sat and swayed back and forth. My mother seemed to have noticed something and asked me to come to the small bedroom, closed the door, and asked me: "Have the results come down? How many points did I get?" "Eighty-one points." I hesitated for a long time before spitting out a few words. My mother asked me what was wrong again. I thought to myself that it was all caused by carelessness, but I didn't say it out loud. My mother saw that I didn't want to talk, so she stopped asking. She asked me not to go to the tutoring class at night, and asked the teacher for leave, so that I could reflect on it at home.

After a while, I heard my mother calling the math teacher to inquire about the situation. It was a long few minutes later. My mother came in and said, "The teacher said that you have been very impetuous recently and your mind is not on studying at all. You can make mistakes on simple questions, but you can get the difficult ones right." I lowered my head and my face turned red.

I originally thought that things were over like this, but when I went to primary school on Saturday, I was asked by the teacher again. After we reported the results, we found out that I was in last place. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. Like Xiangzi, I experienced the ice and snow and the scorching sun. When school was over, my classmates all left, leaving me alone. The teacher said that I would have more homework than others every time. Every word seems to break my heart.

When I went to school on Monday, I was called to the office by my math teacher. I was already mentally prepared to be scolded. However, the teacher did not scold me, but encouraged me and said: "It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the exam this time. I hope you can continue to work hard and get good results next time." When I walked out of the teacher's office, I was full of confidence. "Failure is the mother of success" I believe I will succeed.

This criticism and lesson are unforgettable for me. At the same time, I experienced my mother's care and love for me, and the teacher's severity and kindness to me. It also made me understand a truth - sunshine always comes after the storm, and opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

So, I want to turn resistance into motivation. I believe that I will be even better tomorrow!

Unforgettable criticism_400 words

"Look at you, you are so careless, you can get such a simple question wrong! I asked you to check carefully but you didn't listen..." Dad These words are still echoing in my ears. It was a criticism that I will never forget...

In that final math exam, I walked into the examination room with confidence. First of all, I browsed the test paper briefly and found that there were no difficult questions in this paper, so I finished writing the paper in a hurry, thinking: The questions this time are so simple, I will definitely get a score of 95 or above! However, the result was beyond my expectation. Facing the bright red "93 points" and the four big forks on the paper, I felt very uncomfortable, because I knew how to write the so-called "wrong questions" above: Then One graph question was about subtracting a triangle from a semicircle, but I accidentally calculated it into a full circle. Just like that, 4 points were deducted; and those three calculation questions were all caused by my carelessness and calculation errors. I lost 3 points...and when my father knew what happened, he became even more furious and furious. He also criticized and educated me severely: "Look at you, you are so careless and you can get such a simple question wrong! Let me You checked carefully but you didn't listen. Now you're fine. You lost seven points in vain. You can tell yourself whether you should lose those seven points..." After listening to my father's words, I felt a deep pain in my heart and a feeling of guilt. It came to me spontaneously...

Dad's severe criticism not only made me take things more seriously, but also helped me get rid of my carelessness.

Unforgettable memories..._550 words

I remember that year, I met a little boy on that campus, his name was Shu.

We often play together. As soon as get out of class is over every day, we immediately run to the school’s Willow Garden to play. We play and laugh every day. We are really happy. But when we were divided into classes in the fourth grade, we were no longer at the same desk or in the same class. So are we still good friends? I still can't answer this question until now, because I found out that I liked him after I was in third grade. Although some people may say that I was just an ignorant child at that time, how could I know whether I like him or not, but this is not the case. Yes, it seems to make some sense, but even now that I am in junior high school, I still can't forget that relationship, that time, and that memory. So this past incident is gradually buried in my heart, and I will never forget it. Moreover, after we were divided into classes in the fourth grade of elementary school, we still went to the same school and saw each other every day. Although this is a good thing, this is the most sad moment for me. We see each other every day and just pass each other without talking about each other. I don’t know why, but it has been like this until junior high school. We still can’t be assigned to the same class every day. Also, sometimes they would remain silent when they met. I also thought about taking the initiative to say something to him, but what should I say? I don't know.

Maybe it was because I liked him that I really wanted to sit with him at that sports meeting, but luckily I moved and sat across from him. I saw that he was very hot and took off his school uniform. When the sun was shining, I couldn't help but said to him: "What are you doing? He just smiled at me like before, and I felt very happy. Later, I saw a diary in someone else's space, and there was a sentence that was exactly what I said to him that day. What are you doing? The diary says that if a girl says to a boy that she likes you, I thought of him when I saw it - book.

I just hope to be with him. Study together, have fun together, and be happy together, just like before.

First grade of junior high school: Wu Guang v. Yu Zhiming

I was criticized_600 words

I was criticized by my father yesterday, and I feel that I did not do well, and I am still waking up to it.

The thing is like this: I went to the track and field team for training the day before yesterday. , my legs started to hurt after practicing frog jumping, and I felt sore and sore when I walked. I took a nap when I got home from school, and my legs hurt even more when I woke up the next day. When I went swimming, I felt very tired and reluctant, so I said to my mother, "Can I not go swimming today?" Mom said, "No, if you don't want to go, you have to ask the teacher for leave." "Thinking of asking for leave from the teacher, I reluctantly went. My legs hurt when I was swimming.

After I got home, I did my homework for a while and then went out to play with my friends. We had fun I was so happy that I forgot about the pain in my legs and wanted to jump rope with them.

When my father found out, he said, "No, don't your legs hurt? You argued with your mother in the morning and didn't want to go swimming, and now you're jumping rope! Are you lying to me?" I yelled, "I'm not lying to you!" I lost my temper and closed the door with a bang. "I won't go out. This will satisfy you!" I said as I hid in the room. Dad said angrily: "Why are you speaking so loudly? Do you want everyone in the world to know?" I hid in the room and cried, feeling aggrieved. I secretly thought, "My legs really hurt. I didn't mean to lie. Why didn't dad understand me?"

In the evening, my dad talked to me for a long time, "Why do you still feel pain in your legs?" Want to go out and do strenuous exercise like skipping rope? ""If you don't speak loudly to me, I won't say anything to you. If I say something wrong, you should explain to me! You shouldn't slam the door and lose your temper without saying a word. "Dad said. I lowered my head after hearing this. Thinking about how I spoke loudly and slammed the door just now, I felt that I had done something wrong. If anything happens, you should explain it to your father calmly. You can't solve the problem by talking loudly and getting angry. What my father said is right, "You don't have to speak loudly when you are right. Communication and understanding between people will create trust and affection." "Respect others first, then you can gain the respect of others." If only I had not spoken to my father in a loud and rude manner. If I talk, my father won’t blame me, and I won’t feel so wronged.

I can't forget that scene_550 words

With the vicissitudes of time and the cycle of life, many things have been forgotten, but that scene on the street is still unforgettable to me.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and I walked home after school. When we reached the main road, there was a traffic jam. Vehicles of all sizes blocked the road, which was not very spacious. I slowly rode my bicycle into the path between the cars, turning around and around. Turning around, moving forward with difficulty. After walking for a while, a small car intercepted my path, so I had to stop and push the bicycle to the right. A bicycle came from the opposite side, and it was ridden by an uncle. Because the road was narrow, he tried to move to his side.

Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound, and the uncle's bicycle handle scratched the front cover of the car. When the car driver heard this, he immediately stuck his head out of the car window and said unceremoniously: "What do you do for food? Are your eyes angry?" In modern civilized society, when I hear these harsh words, I can't help but feel... He was angry and was about to retaliate when the uncle said with a guilty look on his face: "There was a traffic jam today and the road was difficult. I accidentally scratched the hood of my car. I'm really sorry." After hearing this, the driver was surprised. After getting a little angry, I walked down and looked at the car scratches. I saw a long and thin scratch on the car cover. It looked like a scar on a beautiful face, which was very ugly. The car driver said, "Well, you give me 2,000 yuan and we can pretend this never happened!" "But I don't have that much money." The uncle said empathetically.

I quickly rode my bicycle away, because this matter also involved me, and if it weren’t for my uncle, he wouldn’t be paddling the hood.

Halfway through, I regretted it again and felt that I shouldn’t have done this, so I rode my bicycle and walked towards that road again

But when I got back there, the traffic was blocked. There was not much left, so I stood there blankly, my heart unable to calm down for a long time.

"I'm sorry, uncle." I shouted sincerely in my heart.

I will never forget that scene!