Whisper (a composition) to you.

Everyone has endless whispers in his heart. Few people can open their hearts and say what they think. Today, I made an exception and told my friend, the English teacher, what I thought.

When I first came to this school, I felt everything was new. New starting point, new environment, new teachers, new classmates ... What impressed me most was the first lesson given to us by the English teacher. It was particularly sunny that day, and our English teacher was also a vibrant sunshine elder sister. I saw her as if I saw hope. The teacher's first lesson is to teach greetings, but instead of teaching us to read in the traditional way, let us remember them in the form of a game.

I think this class time passes quickly, and I think this teaching method can continue. But since the first English exam, our English teacher has changed. Her class is not as passionate as before, but has become very serious. I don't like communicating with my classmates as much as before, so I take my book to the office after class. We are very close to her, but I don't know why. Suddenly, the distance between us has become so far, so far. Later, we learned from the head teacher that in the first English exam, she felt that her grades were particularly unsatisfactory and worried that teaching us in her way would harm us, so she strictly asked us to improve our English grades.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that I was wrong. I should not judge you at will, but communicate with you more. I still don't understand. Why don't you tell us the truth? Maybe we will cooperate with your work; Maybe we will understand you; Maybe ... this will make our class's English score better.

Although our English is getting better and better now, most students in our class especially hate this teaching method. How we hope you can be the lively and kind teacher in the past!

So much for my whispers. I wonder if you, the English teacher, can you hear me?

Whisper to you composition 2:

Qian Yuling, have you moved recently? Since that happened, the two of us have gone from inseparable to unfamiliar, and there are fewer opportunities to talk. Today, I don't want to tell you the truth. Please forgive me.

I still remember it happened after a final exam. We made an appointment to jump rope and relax in the small garden. "Let's compete!" As soon as we met, you challenged me to "jump rope for a minute and see who jumps more?" "Compare, who is afraid of who? You are definitely not as good as me! " So we are going to start the game. "Wait, my home is nearby. I want to go to the toilet. I'll be right there. " When you said that, you suddenly disappeared.

That's when it happened.

When you left, I was playing alone, and suddenly a group of naughty boys jumped up and scared me. Look carefully at what they are doing around your rope. At first, I didn't care. Later, when they left, I ran to have a look and picked up the rope, only to find that they seemed to be playing a prank and cut your rope. Just in time, you came back from the toilet and saw me holding your rope with my back to you. When you saw the rope broken, you thought it was me. In a rage, you took something and went home. At this moment, I didn't react at once, and I felt unspeakable injustice in my heart. Obviously, I didn't do it, but you left me.

For the next few days, I always tossed and turned when I slept, and I couldn't sleep. I thought to myself: another day, I must tell you the truth and let us become good friends again. The next day, I invited you to the original place again, but you didn't listen to my explanation. You kept calling me a "real murderer" and didn't even give me a chance to explain. Since then, you and I have gradually alienated and stopped contacting each other.

Now that you have heard my explanation, can you forgive me and be friends again?

Whisper to you composition 3:

I'll whisper to you, but don't tell my parents, whisper to my bosom friend and write a composition. How I want to spend a wonderful day with you! However, we have too much homework, such as winter vacation homework's homework, reading class homework, the homework of the brigade department and so on. How can you have time to play?

One night, I had a dream that we flew into space in our own "airplane model". We happily counted the stars and watched strange meteors pass by us. I was flying the plane wholeheartedly when I heard my mother's voice: "Chen Ming, go and do your homework!" " I heard my father say angrily, "You are crazy if you don't study!" It didn't even work out in the dream. It's really disappointing.

Xiao Zhao, I know it's wrong to be playful, but I still can't help but want to play. When the Spring Festival is over, we will play Adventure Island, and I will definitely hit you.

I wish you progress in your study!

Whisper to you composition 4:

In a corner of our school, on a lawn trampled by classmates. ...

It's late at night, why is there a chirping sound there? Oh! It turned out that something fell to the ground in the middle of the night and whispered!

"alas! I am pathetic. It was broken by my classmates, and it hurt enough, and I fell to the ground at once. This is even worse! After falling to the ground, my hands and feet were corroded by the soil. Now this dying body is left, and it is not convenient to move! " A broken branch complains to everyone!

"yes! Now the habits of middle school students are getting worse and worse! The school has clearly stipulated that you are not allowed to enter the grass to destroy, but those who are unconscious still have to step on it, which makes my health worse every day. If this continues, I can't live here. I kindly afforested this beautiful campus, but my kindness was not rewarded, and I was tortured by them like this! Alas ..... "said a dying grass.

A little cricket followed closely: "Exactly! That's right. We are also one of the victims. My mother told me that an uncle who lived in the playground was caught by a classmate. First, I was locked in a dark' cell' and was locked up by my classmates for a year. The end result is that life is worse than death. This is really terrible, terrible! "

Isn't it inspiring to hear the whispers on the lawn above, although the story is fictional ... what would our alma mater be like if there were nothing to attract us to live in our middle school?