Write an essay with the title "What if that day"

1. On that day, I

On that day, I remembered the quietness, the rain was falling, the world outside the window began to become blurry, and I inside the window also became slightly confused. sad. I don’t know when I started to hate rainy days. I always feel that it will bring back countless sad memories of my past, and the same is true now...

Once upon a time, I remember this sentence: "It takes five hundred times of looking back in the past life to exchange for the passing of time in this life." But then, how many times do I have to look back before I can get to know you? "Life really needs to stand the test. "There are times in life, but there are no times in life, so don't force it." Life is a long road, and there are always some. Incomplete beauty, broken beauty, always makes people feel sad, and that time, at the moment of parting, I really cried. Almost everyone, like me, left our lovely one with deep sadness. home!

One day half a year ago, at that moment, we all grew up and we were about to graduate! But we are not happy, and there is a vague heart-breaking pain in our hearts. Looking back suddenly, we were ignorant and ignorant six years ago; we are sunny and energetic six years later. Look at our faces, we still have the bright smiles of the past. Today, we have truly grown up and understand the so-called separation of life and death in the world. We are about to leave the campus where we have lived for six years. I can’t forget the teachers who taught me tirelessly, the classmates who were classmates, and the relationship between us. The deep friendship that stands like a bridge between us!

That day was the day we separated. I vaguely remember that it was also drizzling. The fog in the early morning was very heavy. I don’t know why? But I think it is probably sad for us too! , everyone walked into the classroom with heavy steps in a nervous mood, and then took out the phone book and alumni list in a hurry, writing them one by one, so carefully, so seriously, and then carefully put them down. Okay, as if I was afraid of losing something. Everyone's back is so busy, but there is a hint of sadness hidden in them. For a long time, the classroom became quiet, but it was eerily quiet.

I think we all invariably remembered those things worth remembering...

We used to love playing, because we all believed that the campus was infinite and there would always be a small place for us; , We are blessed and we don’t know how blessed we are; we used to love to avoid the scorching sun and sit in groups under small trees; we used to always want to leave each other and get to know more friends... But when we When I got my graduation photo, I was disappointed and shed tears! No matter whether the days passed by are full of dazzling sunshine and happiness, or dotted with the heartbreak and confusion of countless young people, in the end, all that is left is farewell, and we are all silent, just want to take a closer look at this as always The campus, our former home!

Dear classmates, time flies by, the six long years pass by inadvertently, those feelings that are deep in our hearts, those loves and hates The intertwined days, those young years that will never come again, have passed away with time...

Dear teacher, whether it is today's praise or past criticism, it is all your gratitude to you. Our most sincere love! Our most respected and beloved class teacher, when we were leaving, you told us not to be sad, but to cheer for our future, to cheer that we were one year older, more sensible and mature, but when you said this, there was something in your eyes. There were clearly tears!

We should say goodbye to yesterday and move towards tomorrow! Let us bless each other! Yes, yesterday has passed, we must and will be able to move towards a happy tomorrow! Farewell - our alma mater, our second home! When the young eagle grows up, it will leave its parents one day, and when we grow up, we will also leave this home that is difficult to leave. I will miss my classmates, teachers, life in my alma mater, and everything about my alma mater... …

After leaving the campus, I suddenly felt relieved. I thought: Life is really like a one-way train, and the scenery passing by can never be revisited!

Tears flowed to the corners of my eyes again, but I didn’t even have the courage to wipe them away. Perhaps, time can dilute everything, and the pain left to me that time will gradually fade over time. Passed away, and I should really cherish the present! 2. Oh, that day

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Oh, I really regretted that day

Once, for some unknown reason, I gave away the precious recorder from the early 1990s that my sister’s sister gave me. Brought to you.

I wish that the whole universe would know about my precious and cherished recorder. So, I kept holding the recorder tightly in my hand. When I saw my classmates coming, I showed off to them. Although most people have a look of disdain and a bit of contempt, I am still very happy.

I went to music lessons with the sheep. In music class, I kept telling my classmates about the long history of the recorder until the end of get out of class.

get out of class is over. I walked side by side with the sheep on the small playground again. Suddenly, the idea of ??playing a prank flashed through my mind. So, I held the recorder tightly and tapped it gently on the sheep. It was just a gentle blow, but unexpectedly, the recorder, which was so sturdy that it survived falling from the sixth floor, suddenly cracked in the middle and split into two halves. I panicked and didn't know what to do. I held half of the recorder in my hand and looked at the half of the recorder on the ground. It happened to be disconnected from a hole in the middle.

The only thing worth showing off about my recorder is its beautiful tone. However, it is difficult to do without changing the tone of the recorder. Will my precious recorder become the same from now on? Has it become like this?

I couldn't restrain the infinite regret and grief in my heart. Finally, I burst into tears. Gradually, many classmates were attracted by my crying. When the sheep saw me crying loudly, and when they saw so many classmates watching, they panicked for a moment. Some students asked Sheep what happened, but Sheep hesitated and stammered. The students became impatient, so they found the classmates who knew about it. Those students who knew about it told the surrounding students what happened.

The classmates knew what happened, maybe because they saw me crying, out of sympathy for me, the classmates blamed the sheep one after another, and many boys started to scold the sheep. The more I listened, the more uncomfortable I became and the more I cried. No reason, just blaming Qi Yang for his classmates.

Actually, this thing was my fault from the beginning, just because I wanted to play a little prank. To be honest, things have reached this point and have nothing to do with sheep. If you want to blame me, I can only blame me for being so mischievous and mischievous. The recorder fell like this, I deserve it! If I hadn't taken out the recorder to show off, if I hadn't made that prank... none of this would have happened... In fact, apart from that, the classmates blamed her and scolded her because the sheep were honest and easy to bully. If the sheep were replaced by the squad leader, who would be as arrogant and domineering as now? Who else would scold the squad leader or blame the squad leader without clarifying the facts?

Later, I was amused by my classmates. I raised my head and found that the sheep was alone under another tree, with his head lowered and silent. Her short hair covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression and make it even more difficult to understand her thoughts.

I walked over and shouted softly: "Sheep." She slowly raised her head, and I saw her red and swollen eyes. She saw me and smiled. It was a bitter, heart-wrenching smile. Then, she quickly wiped away the excess tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and apologized to me in a trembling voice.

Although there was a smile on her face, a forced smile, I still felt bad. That big stupid sheep, that big stupid sheep, all that is just my fault and has nothing to do with her. But why should she apologize to me? Why didn't those people explain clearly when they scolded her? This was my fault from the beginning, but why do those people still blame her? I felt sorry and told her, it's okay, it's not your fault. This flute has been used for a long time, and it is definitely not as strong as before... I don't know why, I cried again...

We made peace in front of our classmates, each holding half of the flute. The sheep laughed. I laughed. Many people cried...

That night, I couldn't sleep peacefully. I fell asleep and woke up again, and woke up and fell asleep again.

That night, I had a very short dream. I dreamed that the sheep and I went out to play again, but later, the sheep was lost. I searched and searched, and finally found the sheep among the noisy and crowded crowd. However, people were scolding the sheep, and the sheep's eyes were red and swollen, and their eyes were filled with tears. I pulled the sheep and ran out of the crowd, only to find that the sheep was holding the two broken recorders in its hands... 3 . Use that day as the title, write an essay, urgent need for first grade students

This day is unusual because the school holds an "outing" activity. The students were not afraid of the dozens of kilometers of distance. With the mentality of "What can I do if it's just a few kilometers?" We headed towards our destination...

We, Class 7, Grade 7, can be said to have "high morale" along the way, singing songs in the wind, chasing the sun and admiring the scenery. Although the road underfoot is muddy. But it didn't stop us from moving forward. But "Chun Yu", an uninvited guest who didn't follow the routine, extinguished our enthusiasm in an instant. We ran in the rain holding umbrellas. The air seemed to become turbid, and we felt restless. The team was full of complaints: "Why haven't we arrived yet? I'm so exhausted..." I thought we might not reach our destination. Everyone is tired. Just when I wanted to give up, an inexplicable force supported us and kept shouting "come on, come on" and we persisted. Seeing the brilliant light radiating from a distant destination. See the clear sky appear before the storm. We all need to be brave and persevere.

Perhaps God was touched by our spirit. The sun was released from the airtight dark clouds. Under the bright sunshine, I discovered that the rapeseed flowers along the road were so beautiful! The lovely flowers are close together and arranged neatly on the slope. From a distance, it looks like a golden ocean swaying with the wind, or like a golden cloak dotting the monotonous uphill slope. I also saw a locust tree on the roadside with half of its roots exposed but still standing on the ground. It is dying because of human destruction. But it did not fall. Even if it lost half of its roots and half of its grip, it still stood tenaciously. The edges of the leaves on the tree have turned yellow, but they still exude dazzling green... I can't help but think of this situation again, shouldn't I learn from the spirit of this tree that has gone through so much hardship? Will this slight physical pain make me flinch? Immediately, my energy doubled, and my fatigue had long since disappeared.

With tenacious perseverance, I stepped through the clear spring on the stone and the peachland in my dream; I walked through the clouds of the White Emperor and the purple smoke of the incense burner; I passed by the cave in the blessed land and the swing outside the wall; I don’t know what year it has been, but my destination is already here The stream head suddenly appeared. We all persisted and reached the other side of success, and the classmates all showed smiling faces, as if a sweet and refreshing wind passed through our hearts! It was finally possible to "camp in place and rest and reorganize the army." Everyone took out the food and ate it eagerly, swallowing it unwillingly, as if they would never be full. However, time passed by in the laughter and devouring of the students, and in a blink of an eye, they were about to return the same way...

"When you first enter the world, you don't know the way, but then you have a strong will." Walking that road for the second time felt more relaxed, with butterflies dancing in the flowers accompanying us. I saw the tree again, the beautiful rapeseed flowers, and finally the school as warm as home...

"No matter how hard it is to search for thousands of pounds, you can only find gold after blowing all the sand." Hiking – tired and grown! 4. Write an essay with the title "That day was a good day"

That day was a good day

Life is a day, and every day is a day. In my opinion, that day was the best day I had lived in fourteen years.

That day was a Saturday, and we had to go to school to take part in the physical education process assessment. I have always been a "very poor student" in sports, and even passing the 800-meter run was a problem. This exam made me nervous. Before leaving the house, my mother repeatedly told me to just do my best, but I didn't listen to anything. I just nodded randomly and went out.

I was among the first group of girls. I stood on the starting line, my heart pounding wildly. The wind blew coldly, making the leaves rustle and making my ears hurt. "Get ready, run!" Following the teacher's order, the students rushed out like arrows from a string. I ran forward hard, and I could only hear the whistling wind in my ears. By the third lap, my speed had slowed down significantly. The legs were as if they were filled with lead, heavy and unruly. The wind hurt my eyes and my ears had lost all feeling - it seemed that it no longer belonged to me. I bit my lower lip, my nails digging into the flesh of my palms. There was only one word left in my mind: "Run!" The cheers of my classmates echoed in my ears, and I finally finished the third lap.

The fourth lap is always the most difficult lap. My strength was already running low just now, and I looked at the track in front of me in despair. Now, my legs seem to have completely turned into lead weights, and every step I take takes up all the strength in my body. My throat feels like I've swallowed chili pepper *** It's so spicy that it hurts. If someone says I can stop and rest, I'm willing to give everything I have! Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of my eyes. That was the sports committee member of our class. The wind blew his words into pieces, and I vaguely knew that he wanted to take me to complete this lap. I stared at his back closely and ran forward as hard as I could. It seemed that the scarlet track and I were the only ones left in the world. My legs had no feeling. I walked mechanically and slowly approached the finish line. Ten meters, five meters, one meter, here it is! I ran across the finish line and sat on the ground. When I learned that I had run an unprecedented time, I gave a victory sign.

I don’t know who said that the day when a person makes progress through his own efforts is the best day. If this is the case, then that day was a good day, the best day in these fourteen years. 5. Write a 1,000-word essay on that day or that year.

Just like in a dream, we met by chance. It's raining in the sky, and it's raining on my heart. In a blink of an eye, the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up, and the rainbow has crossed the horizon. Looking back at your smiling face, I realize that everything has gone away.

——Inscription

It was really a coincidence that I met her.

The sun is shining brightly on a summer afternoon. I was walking on the road and thinking, but who would have thought that the weather was like a child's face, changing at any time, and it started to rain "sunlight". I don’t have any rain gear, what else can I do? Run! So I ran home quickly. At this moment, a girl with long flowing hair holding a sky-blue umbrella came into my sight. Her voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell: "Is your home nearby? Let's go together." Then, there was someone else under the umbrella. The summer rain was hurried and fleeting. In a blink of an eye, it stopped raining and she disappeared in front of a blue-colored building. It took me a while to realize what she was doing, and I was annoyed that I didn't know her in detail.

On the second day, I was in English class and suddenly noticed a girl sitting next to my seat. She looked up and saw me smiling brightly. I was surprised - it was her from yesterday!

This is how fate begins.

After talking with her, I found out that she was in the same year as me, but she went to school earlier than me and was two years older than me. Only then did I take a closer look at her: her bright eyes blinked cutely, her long, shiny black hair, her beautiful face, and her eloquent mouth. The slender hands are always so sexy and adorable to look at.

She is an enthusiastic girl, not only generous and cute, but also helpful. When I was doing a test paper, the question was very difficult for me. I dealt with it randomly and planned to hand it in. She knew that this question was difficult for me, so she patiently explained it to me step by step after class. Teaching me is a laborious task, and it usually takes me three or four times before I can understand it.

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After a paper came down, she was so tired that her voice became hoarse. It was summer and everyone was playing outside, but she told me over and over again in the stuffy room. Her beautiful long hair was soaked with sweat, but she never said a word about heat or tiredness. I can't help but secretly admire: What a patient and enthusiastic girl!

She is my teacher in study, but my best playmate in life.

After talking, we found that we are surprisingly similar: we both like autumn, afternoon, clouds, and moon. . . . . . Lots and lots.

It was another summer afternoon, and we met for an "outing". The so-called "outing" was nothing more than playing in the nearby artificial lake and among the flowers. That day, she was wearing a pure white silk dress, her long hair was unadorned, with a pure blue hairpin on it, pure and beautiful. When she stood in front of the lake, her long hair and long skirt fluttered in the wind. That look reminded me of "hibiscus comes out of clear water, and is naturally carved." Xi Murong's "Summer Afternoon" seemed to be written for her. You/and that summer afternoon/I miss you walking slowly from the depths of the forest. .

Nowadays, we are both in junior high school and have no time to see each other again. But on a rainy day, when I hold an umbrella and walk through that street, I always feel like "holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long road" In the lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl who is as beautiful as a lilac and has a sorrowful expression."

I will never forget that summer, the rain and the relationship, and the fleeting years, you were by my side. 6. An essay on the topic of what if that time

[An essay on the topic of what if]

An essay on the topic of what if, it would be great if I could become a teacher' in the classroom In school, the teacher often leaves us homework. Sometimes I am so tired that I don’t even want to move. It would be great if I could become a teacher, a composition with the topic of “what if”. One day, I woke up and found that I had become a teacher. "I have become a teacher! I have become a teacher! I can teach students!" I shouted loudly, took the badminton racket and flew out of the house and rushed to the school. Composition material "Essay on the topic of what if" . When I arrived at the training ground, I began to lecture the students: "I will teach you a few moves first. The first move is to stand in a T-step, then raise your left hand high, hold the racket in your right hand and raise it flat. Stand firm, throw it, and lift the racket. Raise it above your head. The second action is to squat half-squat, step on your left foot, and keep the racket straight. "I am happy to teach the students how to play ball step by step. After teaching, I said, "Now start practicing on your own!" The students began to practice. They do whatever I say. It feels so good to be a teacher! "I'll teach you how to hit the ball continuously." I started to play against a classmate. As soon as I hit one, I felt stupid, because no matter how hard I tried, I could only hit one. I obviously learned well from my teacher, how could this happen? I got a little anxious. The classmates laughed loudly when they saw it and said, "What a bastard teacher! You can't even beat me, but you still teach us! Let's go, let's go!" Just like that, I was laid off before I was a teacher for a day.

well! It seems that being a teacher is not that simple! Without real ability, I can’t do anything. I’d better be modest and be a good student. When I have knowledge and culture, I can realize my dream of becoming a teacher! "Essay with the Topic of If" [Essay with the Topic of If] The fastest and surest way to conquer fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you gain successful experience. 7. Please write a narrative essay of no less than 600 words with the title "What did I meet that day?"

Is friendship really so easy to disappear?

—— Inscription

I have no happiness, I have always been...

Since that day, I met you, everything has become different because of your smile. ; Because of your smile, I forgot the pain.

My encounter with you was so perfect and unexpected. Maybe it was because you and I were strangers; maybe it was because we were not together. In the same world. But we met in a perfect country.

Because of you, I began to smile. Because of you, I began to forget the pain. The feeling of being abandoned, forgetting the feeling of loneliness. We met in the season of cherry blossoms...

At that time, you were the angel who saved me. You comforted me when I was in pain; When I am lonely, you accompany me. Because of you, I gradually feel less lonely. I learn to appreciate the beauty of life happily. Because of you, my best friend, I am no longer afraid of loneliness. We meet in the season of birds singing and flowers fragrant. …

It’s you, my best friend, who saves me from pain; it’s you, my best friend, who takes me to a beautiful world. Thank you, my best friend. .

I thought that we would always be with each other. However, the cruel reality has to make me believe that our friendship will not last forever.

Times have changed. Older. Maybe because we have grown up, our friendship is no longer as pure as the white chrysanthemum. I sometimes think that you, my best friend, have become mysterious. , is this still you? Is it you who was wearing a white dress and smiling? Is this you who was pure and untainted? I asked you what happened, and you said that our friendship will change. It is no longer as beautiful as it was back then. This is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. You clearly know how important our friendship was to me back then, and now you are leaving me behind.

Time goes by bit by bit. Our contact becomes less and less. In the blink of an eye, we part ways. I can’t help but think: Time flies. , it has only been a few months since you left me. Is it true that people change as you said? But now, you turned around and left me without looking back. Staying alone. Maybe you have accepted this fact, but I am still stuck in it. I can't believe that our perfect encounter turned out like this!

< p> I don’t know how many years have passed since I met you in the season of birds singing and flowers fragrant. But can you still remember me? Can you still hug me tightly? Even if you don’t remember me at all. Standing in front of you, you just treat me as a stranger. What can I say about all this? What am I qualified to say? You have forgotten me and our friendship. All this, what else can I say?

After you left, I became the lonely and sad me again. You may not know all this. However, do you sometimes miss our friendship like I do? However, all this can no longer be undone. We have become people from different worlds again. I will never meet you in that world, nor will I fly to that beautiful country with you again. We have become strangers...

Our friendship will be like the leaves of the willow tree. If it withers in autumn, will it grow back in spring? I think I know the answer to this question. However, that encounter will always be etched in my mind.

So, what about you? 8. Write an essay based on that period of time

"My Childhood Days"

I grew up in Chiwan when I was a child, and I was the king of children here. , my mother looked at me and always said she was a crazy girl, but I just walked away disapprovingly.

The childhood life here is pure, without the complicated thoughts of adults, without the darkness and insidiousness. We children just think about how to play all day long.

It has been so long. The transition from elementary school to junior high school is like a long experience. Now I am burdened with the burden of being a third-year junior high school candidate. I am really confused every day, and my life is extremely decadent... To be honest, I am very sad. I don’t know how to write, so I just write whatever I think about, like a diary.

Okay, there is more nonsense than tea, so I won’t be verbose. Please share my childhood with you!

Chiwan, where I live, is south of the Nantou Peninsula in Shenzhen. It is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and is naturally natural, which naturally provides us with a lot of places to play. When I was young, I climbed Xiaonan Mountain with a group of children. Each of us carried a small schoolbag, which contained scissors, plastic bags, butterfly nets, tissues, etc. There were many strange plants along the way up the mountain. Some of the branches were so tough that we had to use scissors to cut them. I remember that I encountered a lot of strange things along the way, but only a few had a profound impact. One was a palm-sized leaf with a row of vertical thorns in the middle of the leaf. The thorns were dark red and very sharp. If you accidentally cut them, you would be hurt. Digging into the flesh, this small plant with prickly leaves usually grows next to trees and is very inconspicuous, but once discovered, people will be amazed at the superb hidden talents of this small plant. The second type is a small purple flower that grows between the cracks in the rocks. I have only seen it once. That time I regretted not bringing scissors and broke it. The small purple flowers bloom on a very strong stem. Hundreds of small purple flowers are squeezed together tightly, turning into a big ball of purple. The ball of purple grows from the top of the stem to the end of the stem, forming a purple flower. The word 1 is really beautiful!

Keywords: nostalgia for that period of pure childhood

There are others, all of which are strange, but they are not that rare, so I won’t introduce them here.

When we climb mountains, we not only collect these strange plants, but also collect seeds and catch butterflies along the way. There are many butterflies here, which are rare elsewhere, such as dead leaf butterflies. In some seasons, During an early morning exercise, I saw several flying together, including owl butterflies, blue morpho butterflies, paradise swallowtail butterflies, and cupid swallowtail butterflies. There is no shortage of snacks here in Chiwan. It is probably a village in the city. Here you can see a plant with small red flowers. After picking the small flowers, there is honey at the end. If you suck it gently, the sweetness will overflow your throat. In addition, you can also pick fiery red lychees, golden orange peels, large longans, dark purple mulberries and other fruits here. When the time comes, we will pick up kapok and take the kapok on the ground home. Not only does it clean the city, but it also rewards ourselves. After the kapok is boiled into a dark herbal tea, it tastes great and relieves anger! Speaking of this, I think of a kind of weed with small white flowers. It grows in the cracks of walls and shady grasslands. After being boiled into herbal tea, it is very sweet. My grandma still took me. At that time, we picked it every day and drank it every day. Arrived, so happy!

There is a place called a small park under my house. There are towering trees, fragrant flowers, sweet streams, and huge rocks to sit on. It is really fun to play. Great place!

In the morning, the girls and I picked up the thick leaves under the tree, rolled them lightly to use as containers, and then picked flowers while holding them, and put the petals of rhododendron, peony, camellia, tuberose, osmanthus, etc. Put the bright red and cute little fruits in it, and then use the stream water as scented tea, and open a girl's scented tea shop. Occasionally, you will scoop out the dark mud and put it on the boulder to build a "chocolate cake", and then sprinkle flower petals on the cake for decoration. It is really a sigh. At that time) 9. Write an essay with the title "That day, I shouldn't tell the truth"

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This Monday self-study class, you happen to have a meeting today. You hurriedly assigned homework on the blackboard, gave instructions, and emphasized the importance of discipline, and then ran down the stairs "dong dong dong...".

The classroom suddenly burst into joy. The students who were silent just now could only hear "chirping" and noisy non-stop. The classroom became a "bird's paradise".

About five or six minutes later, a classmate with a sharp ear heard the footsteps of "dong dong dong..." gradually coming on the stairs. "Oops, the teacher is here!" the classmate shouted immediately. Those who were sitting around hurriedly ran back, those who drank water immediately put away their water bottles, those who read animation books also hurriedly hid their books, and a lot of classmates who were chatting just now also shut up... They all sat upright . Some were writing; some hurriedly grabbed a book or composition book on the table and flipped through a few pages, not caring if the book fell over; some even deliberately covered their faces with books and pretended to be concentrating. of reading. It gets lively and quiet just as quickly. After a while, a figure walked by the window. Unexpectedly, it was not you, but a classmate from the fifth grade. Everyone's worries were finally relieved. The classroom returned to its "bustiness" just now, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time.

The girls were busy making up their own things, scribbling on their own papers, and some were whispering... The boys hurriedly got down from their seats, running back and forth, telling jokes... As if this is happier than an outing. I really wanted to "hide people with my eyes closed - pretend not to see them", but when I thought of my responsibilities, as the monitor (newly elected), I immediately exercised my responsibility as monitor and said loudly to those classmates: "Please don't talk! Don't talk anymore!" Speaking - "The classmates were indifferent, and some boys were even more glib. I was so angry that I immediately took out the "Sword of Shang Fang" and took out the paper: "Remember the name of anyone who speaks again and write a check." Everyone! It just calmed down a little.

After a while, you really came. When the students saw you coming, they were like "the weight fell on the cotton - there was no sound at all." You see everyone reading and writing seriously, with a happy smile on your face. I feel that as a class cadre, I am like a "tiger fighting a cat - I am too strong but unable to exert myself". Should I tell you about the "unrest" that just happened? If I say it, I'm afraid you'll be angry; if I don't say it, the class cadres are irresponsible. Just write it down and read it yourself! Hey, when will everyone get rid of this problem? 10. Please write an essay on the topic I woke up very early that day

Look, does our class still look like the same class? In the morning, the students came to school, walked into the classroom, put down their schoolbags and started playing. Some were playing around, some were jumping around, and some were playing chess and chatting...

The students were so mischievous that the monitor almost went crazy. The monitor pointed to a classmate in the east and told him to go back to his seat to read and study. The monitor in the west called a classmate in the west and told him to go back and do his homework immediately. Some better students quickly returned to their seats after hearing the monitor's speech and pretended to read. Some students are doing their own things as usual and do not go back to study. Even if the monitor said all his good things, it would have no effect at all. At this time, a naughty classmate said gently to everyone: "The teacher is here, the teacher is here!" The noisy students immediately returned to their seats to read and do their homework. They hurriedly sat down in their seats, not forgetting to glance out the window. After watching for a while, they saw that the teacher did not appear, and they did not even see the shadow of the teacher. So, these people started to move, walked out of their seats and started making noise. Some even started fighting. This made it difficult for the squad leader to resist. Alas, I wonder why the students are so unconscious? Why can't the teacher's presence and absence be the same?

The squad leader had no choice but to quietly walk out. The monitor came to the office and invited the teacher. Those classmates were very naughty. When they saw the monitor walking out of the classroom, they obediently returned to their seats to read and do their homework.

When the teacher came to the classroom and saw everyone reading and doing homework, a smile appeared on his face. The monitor had nothing to say. At this time, if you come to our class, you will definitely think that the students in our class love learning so much