A work from the heart

Chapter 1: Tell the truth, teacher. The new semester is coming, and you have made a lot of progress according to your classmates' requirements.

Your lecture is humorous with a kind smile on your face, which we all like to hear. Although you occasionally lose your temper, I know that you are teaching us to make progress step by step and break through ourselves. You praised me and encouraged me to write well. If I get good grades in the future, I will quote the words of Mongolian: "I don't want to discuss the philosophy that shine on you is better than blue. I only know that there is no way to refine green without blue."

Teacher Fan, you taught me for a while, and the teacher's kindness is forever! Not only you, but also Mr. Liu from kindergarten and Mr. Cheng from grade one ... all the teachers who have taught me have teachers.

Learning is like playing PSP, a book is a monster, waiting for you to attack. Primary school, middle school and university all need our own efforts to finally defeat Guan Di Johnson, and you are a successful person.

Chapter two: I want to talk to you. In my heart, I want to say to my brother, "Please don't bully your sister."

One day, you invited me to your house to play with my sister. You play gobang, so does my sister. My sister went to play ball while you were not allowed. When you didn't allow me, I hit my sister, and her sister was beaten and cried. So I want to say to you: "Please don't bully your sister."

I want to say to passers-by: "Please don't step on the lawn, the grass will hurt."

One day, I went out to play and saw passers-by walking on the grass without looking at what was stepping on it. So I want to say to passers-by: "Please don't step on the lawn, the grass will hurt."

I want to say to my mother, "Please don't wronged me."

One day my cousin came to my house to play. It was obvious that she broke the vase. My mother said that I was scolded for breaking the vase, so I wanted to say to my mother, "Please don't wronged me."

Chapter 3: Tell the truth, Mr. Xiao. I really dare not say too much to you. This article is about telling the truth. I want to take this opportunity to finish it for you. I really like your class! You often tell us some humorous stories about the text, the legends of the text and the deeds of the author. ...

But every time you ask your classmates to write the answers to their homework on the blackboard, you don't call me. You call people whose grades are worse than mine and people whose grades are better than mine. Every time I raise my hand, it's sour and I raise my hand, but why don't you call me?

And Mr. Xiao, in the previous article "Care for Your Heart", you said that I imitated too many words, but that time I really saw an aunt in the hospital. She didn't scold the nurse, but encouraged the nurse to tell her about her children. If I don't see it, it will be thunderous.

Miss Xiao, although my Chinese performance is very poor in my class, can you make me a class cadre? It is also good to have a monitor, because I want to use it to increase my confidence, so that I can study hard in the future, make progress every day and strive to be a monitor.

Miss Xiao, please believe me, I will definitely work harder!

Chapter 4: Speak from the Heart Everyone has his own heart, and I also have my own heart to say to my father. It's just that your majesty makes it difficult for me to say. Today I can take this opportunity to speak freely and express my thoughts.

From the first lesson of learning the violin, the teacher held the violin and played wonderful notes. I fell in love with the violin, but my academic performance gradually declined a lot. I am worried and annoyed, afraid that my mother will say that I don't study hard, and that my teacher will say that I am playful. I was depressed at that time. Every exam or violin competition, I'm afraid of making mistakes. Especially when I make mistakes in learning violin, my mother always grabs my ear and says a word or two that hurts my self-esteem. I feel very inferior. But every time my father calls from Guangzhou, he always encourages me. The hardest part is actually in the beginning I study hard and practice hard. I can't give up halfway, which makes me brave again and increases my self-confidence.

Just after the Spring Festival, my father made a study plan for me, worked and rested on time, and completed the daily study courses, which not only made me interested in learning, but also gave me room for free activities, turning the pressure of learning into motivation. I learned more knowledge in playing, just in response to my grandmother's words: "Do everything seriously, treat everything as fun, and play with results, that is success." Grandma said it well.

In fact, I also understand the pains of my parents. Everything is for my growth. I will study every subject well and repay all those who care about me with excellent results. Although my heart is simple, it is what I want to say most.

Chapter 5: Tell your mother the truth. Mom, I want to tell you the truth, because I haven't told you the truth for two years. I want to tell you a lot.

I didn't do well in CET-4 last semester, so I will work harder this semester. As long as the teacher does not assign too much homework, I will have time to read books, read books and listen to English tapes. I also like reading fairy tales and Yang's series of campus novels ... I also like playing. I hope my family can go back to their hometown to play with me, play by the reservoir, eat fruit in the orchard, mow the grass with my sister and feed the chickens, and stroll in the village on May Day. I like the night in the village. The village is very quiet, with faint smoke and small bright stars in the sky. At night, the village is quiet, but occasionally footsteps are heard. The stars in the sky are getting bigger and brighter, shining with dazzling silver light. There are so many stars that I always want to pick a basket. I feel smooth and cool at the stars. My sister and I often sit in front of the house and count the stars. When I was sleepy when counting, I went to sleep in the pit. Sleeping in the pit is really comfortable! Grandma gave me a soft quilt, which always smells of sunshine. How I long to return to my hometown! Because you can't see or touch it in the city.

Mom, I love you. That's what I want to tell you.

Chapter 6: Tell Dad the truth, Dad, do you know? New Year's Day is coming. I hope you can have fun with me. It's a pity that you said you would be on duty on New Year's Day and you couldn't come back. Dad, have you thought about it? My mother has been in charge of me for as long as I can remember. You often go out early and come back late. I seldom see you. All I know is that you work all day and have no time to play with me. Until now, whenever I see someone else's father playing with them, I am particularly envious. How I want to walk down the street hand in hand with my parents, visit the park and eat hamburgers together. But this kind of thing seems impossible to me. Dad, there is something I have been afraid to say to you, so I have to write it here secretly. Seriously, many times, I want to change my father or be someone else's child. I once complained that my mother couldn't find a husband and married the wrong one.

Dad, remember when I was in kindergarten. Once, all the children were taken away, leaving me alone in the class. I stood on tiptoe and squatted by the window, waiting for my mother to pick me up, muttering, "Why hasn't my mother come yet?" "Don't worry, mom must be on her way!" The teacher comforted me and said. I waited and waited, and finally someone came. I shouted happily, "Mom, Mom …" The door opened, and my teacher and I were shocked. I quietly hid behind the teacher and watched you secretly. "Who is this?" I have never seen your teacher bow his head and ask me. I whispered, "Dad." When the teacher made it clear that it was really you, I didn't go with you. I shouted, "I want my mother, I want my mother to pick me up!" " "When you feel ashamed, you coaxed me with good words at first, and then you even got angry with me. In the end, I couldn't wait for my mother, so I had to reluctantly go with you. Dad, although I was very young at that time, this incident left a deep impression on me and is still fresh in my memory.

Dad, I know more and more as I get older. Mom works very hard and sometimes complains to you, but she often tells me that it is not easy for you to go to work because you can't stay at home because of the needs of work, and you are also very upset without weekends. You can't play with me, and there's nothing you can do. My mother also told me: You love me the most. You want me to study hard. As long as I can make progress, as long as I can get exercise, you must try your best to satisfy me.

Dad, I am a third-grade student now. I see. Adults have their own difficulties. Every time I see your tired face, I feel I shouldn't blame you. Don't worry, dad, I changed my mind. I won't replace you! Because I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice. ...

Chapter 7: Tell the truth. Nowadays, children are busy studying, doing homework and coping with exams all day. How do you have time to communicate with your parents and understand their thoughts? As children, we should have heart-to-heart communication with our parents, so that parents can better understand our voices, and we should also know their thoughts.

So, now we don't have time to talk to our parents. Even if we have time, our parents will let us study. I want to tell us the troubles of many students here:

When can we really reduce students' schoolwork burden and let children enjoy their short childhood happily? Everyone's childhood should be golden and happy, but we are not born after 80 s and 90 s. Watching the children outside the window have a good time, and thinking that more children are still studying hard, I have an unspeakable taste in my heart. This is what I told my parents-my biggest worry.

Communication is the only bridge that can communicate the hearts of parents and children. As children, we should take some time to find our parents, communicate and express our thoughts. I believe that as long as you communicate with your parents calmly, your parents will certainly understand you, because they also had a childhood.

Communication is very important. Let's talk to our parents. Because only in this way can we have a golden and happy childhood!

Chapter 8: Tell the truth to the teacher. Teacher, you are so amiable. You are like a diligent gardener in the garden. We are little flowers in the garden. After your careful cultivation, we have grown up gradually. How much effort you have devoted to us in the past three years!

Every time you help us revise the article, you are very careful and print a lot of scarlet letters on our article. I can see at a glance that you are so eager to write our article well.

I remember one time your teacher had a sore throat, which almost made you speechless. You didn't ask for leave, but we didn't listen in class. Many students are absent-minded and make you angry, saying that we are heartless! In fact, it is not that we are heartless, but that we want to care about you. It is only because of the influence of some classmates that we ... Teacher, you have done so much for us. How can we forget you?

Teacher, I love you! I will always remember you. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us the truth of being a man. Teacher, in fact, we all want you to teach us until graduation. I think it would be a pity if you really don't teach our graduating class, but I will definitely live up to your expectations and become a pillar of our country, and I will repay you then.

The teacher wants you to show your talents in teaching.