Campus growth stories

A story about campus life

During the reading class, everyone read the text aloud in unison, accompanied by the chirping of birds, which was particularly beautiful and neat. Although some students have not read aloud yet, under the supervision of the class representative, all students read aloud. It has become an indispensable sound on campus in the early morning. The students’ favorite class is physical education. In physical education class, you can run freely, enjoy the sunshine, and sweat profusely. After the fourth period in the morning, everyone’s stomachs are full! The students ran out of the classroom excitedly to get their lunch boxes. They were all smiling and joking. But the friendship between the students was still strong. Some students even took four boxes of lunch at a time, and the lunch boxes were almost covered. Nose. Everyone happily shared lunch, chatted and laughed together, and the teacher suddenly became lively! After eating, it’s time to start an afternoon of intense study. Swimming in the ocean of knowledge and studying in a good atmosphere, everyone is in high spirits and no one is left behind. After working hard all afternoon, when the melodious *** sounded, the students immediately changed from a serious state to lively, talking and packing their schoolbags. Those who clean the windows clean the windows, those who sweep the floors, and those who take out the trash. The students in the duty group are busy so that everyone can have a better learning environment. After saying "goodbye", it was time to go home. The students walked together in twos and threes, discussing their own affairs. Then the same thing happens every day, like a machine in a factory doing the same thing every day. Although campus life is just eight classes a day, starting and finishing classes, the happy time with classmates is unforgettable. My campus life. Not only did I take small steps slowly on the paths of campus life and feel the breath of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I also played and played with my classmates, chatted together, studied topics together, and helped each other. Help each other. Although my campus life is tense, busy, and hard-working, it is so fulfilling and happy. The two-month long vacation has made me impatient. I want to grow wings and fly to school quickly to be with my classmates!

2. My growth story on campus

Here comes my happy growth story. In the self-understanding, happiness is just a kind of love. My mother gives me deep maternal love. Bits and pieces of the past, like spring rain, hit my heart. A touching story appeared in front of my eyes. There was a person who loved me by my side. He walked gently through the heavy snow that day. It was very cold, and she saw me wearing very little, so I was moved when she ran. Back home, she was always there. Sneezing, I asked him are you okay? Do you need some hot water? She said no, I will go by myself later. My happiness is all brought by my mother. Her love is like a cup of thick milk, and his love is like a hard stone. Her love will never be forgotten. If one day I become a garden, a beautiful flower, Mom will definitely become a gardener in the garden. If one day I turn into a cheerful bird, mom will definitely turn into a dense forest so that I can love you. If one day. I became a little fish, and my mother would definitely turn into a fisherman to catch me. If one day I turned into a piece of green grass, my mother would definitely turn into a red sun shining on the earth. If one day, time passes so fast, just call a pony carriage, like a waterfall flowing continuously, so I must cherish the good times now, be myself, and be a civilized primary school student. This past full moon The banquet includes this lesson in the park, and you won’t be able to make it to this lesson. That day will pass, and it will be the day I get married. Maybe my parents’ answers are on the side, in the milk, maybe in the big hands caressing you, maybe . Maybe in getting some clothes for myself. e

3. Compile a 2000-word story about campus life

I love campus life. It is so fresh and moving. It has always been imprinted in my heart as if it just happened, giving me happiness, sadness, joy and yearning.

Recalling the past events, I seem to see the hard work of the students at the sports meeting, and I seem to hear the hearty laughter of the students at the gala...

I love the people on campus. The teachers are so kind and the classmates are so friendly. We are like a family, living together, studying together, and playing together. On the paper scratched by the tip of the pen, it seems that I have relived the scene of my classmates helping others, and it seems that the scene of the teacher working hard for us has appeared again...

Entering the dreamy season on campus. Life is like a thick calendar that you turn over page by page. Every page has a dazzling story! Campus life makes our lives more colorful!

Our life in school is harmonious and beautiful, but while the books in school are loud and the laughter is bursting, this spring, thousands of miles away in Lushan, Sichuan, we are experiencing a... An unprecedented and appalling earthquake disaster. Therefore, the school mobilized all students to launch a donation to Lushan.

I heard the announcement on the radio that the school decided to hold a charity sale for the Lushan disaster area. Everyone was very excited, and the students were very anxious thinking that it would be very difficult for the children in the disaster area. The head teacher also attached great importance to this event. In the evening class before school that day, he dedicated a class to let the students come up with ideas and find ways to raise more funds to support the students in the disaster area.

The students came up with endless ideas. Some said they wanted to sell toys, some said they wanted to sell stationery, some said they wanted to sell drinks, some said they wanted to sell decorations, and some said they wanted to sell books. , and even said that they would sell fresh vegetables, but these plans were rejected one by one.

Finally, the head teacher said: "I also have a good idea! There are a large number of students who complain about the bad food in school every day, so they don't eat lunch well, so in the winter We were both hungry and cold, so we bought some oden. Oden can fill our stomachs and make our whole body warm after eating it. I believe it will attract a large number of students and raise more money." The students all agreed with this plan. So, the final plan was decided.

As promised, everyone made arrangements intensively. After school every day, several students would voluntarily stay in the class to prepare for the charity sale. The art committee members were always arguing about which placards looked good, and the two monitors were also discussing how to allocate tasks. The whole class was also actively busy. I searched for things at home that could be sold at a high price, hoping to contribute more of my love to the disaster area. The whole class was enveloped in a harmonious and busy atmosphere.

Finally, the day before the charity sale, several literary and art committee members produced a promotional poster, and the class also made a plan. After school that day, the monitor assigned tasks to each group. Some were responsible for getting rice cookers, some were responsible for buying and making oden meatballs and other various foods, and some were responsible for selling cups. No one refused, and everyone was very happy. He happily accepted the task.

On the second day, every student completed their tasks as scheduled. The class was filled with various equipment for the charity sale. The classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the charity sale. .

The charity sale came as scheduled, and the school felt like a festival. Every stall in the entire playground was beautifully decorated by the students. The smiling faces of the students were everywhere, and the sounds of music and hawking were heard. The projects of the charity sale are also very unique. Some classes sell soy milk, some sell coffee, and some classes buy sushi. A large group of people gathered around the stall of each class, and the entire playground was enveloped in a harmonious atmosphere. Our class's oden stall was not to be outdone. The business was amazing. There were quite a number of people surrounding our stall until the end of the charity sale. Our income was also quite optimistic. *** More than 4,000 yuan was recorded in the account. After the charity sale, the students in our class enthusiastically donated all the money they saved to the class. In this way, our class earned nearly 5,000 from the charity sale. Although at this time Everyone was penniless in their own pockets, but everyone felt very rich, very proud, and beaming with joy.

The whole class was very happy and thought that they could give more love to the disaster area and help the disaster area more.

The next day, we solemnly handed over the hard-earned 5,000 yuan to the class teacher. The five thousand yuan not only represented our heart, but also represented the Chinese students. Our hearts will be connected together, grow together, enjoy a harmonious campus, and build a beautiful China!

Although many days have passed since this disaster relief fund-raising event, it is deeply engraved in my heart. In those days when we were united and in that harmonious and beautiful campus playground, all the students in our school composed a beautiful and harmonious symphony.

Harmony is like water, with a long history and twists and turns. For our better tomorrow, let us take action to build a harmonious campus. Because the campus is beautiful because of harmony.

Fourth request for a touching campus story

Father

I am like a seed, implanted in the soil of father’s love

Habits The warm embrace doesn’t want to grow

He said

Above the soil

There is the brightest sunshine

So I carried my father’s expectations

Drilling out of the soil and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants

One day I carried the dream I described with my youth

I wanted to wander far away

He Say

Don’t forget the appearance of your mother

It was I who let time steal his black hair

It was I who let time steal his health

It was me who allowed the dusk to easily lengthen his back

He tasted the hardships of life silently and alone

Watching my son grow up little by little is the best thing Compensation

Without the sadness of getting older little by little and heading towards the end

One day, I will bury him

in front of his grave,

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Singing

Mother

I am a red bean, put into my mother’s heart

Her waiting at the intersection on a rainy night

Through the rain curtain

I understood her eyes

Holding her right hand

The cold was left far behind

I wish I were a silkworm

Eat her hidden sorrow bit by bit

I am self-righteous and mature

I dug one myself Gap

Turning a blind eye to her loneliness sitting on the wicker chair

I said I was going to travel far

To use vicissitudes of writing

Put the world on my paper and trace the possession of maternal love at will

I made the mistake of squandering

I returned home wrapped in fatigue

Holding her porridge

Carefully swallowing her speechless tenderness

Looking at the wrinkles carved by life in the corners of her eyes

Suddenly understanding

Her youth slipped away in such a hurry

Like a thief frightened by me

My birth was a conspiracy

In the past life, I think it must be my old enemy

In this life, she is so haggard and thin for me

Time is a ruthless curse

It has brought her whiteness The first day and the folds of life

Finally one day

Touched my head tremblingly

Choosing eternal silence

Mother

In the next life

We will still be mother and son

Then let me be your mother

All the pain, all the mistakes, all the

Let me bear it alone

Essay collection on five campus stories

Our campus is very beautiful, with white teaching buildings, neat plastic runways, and beautiful crosses Flower bed...there are countless fun stories on campus!

Take our class as an example! When I was in the second grade, as soon as the bell rang, all the boys in the class were like a pot exploding. They all rushed out of the classroom shouting: "Arrest people! Arrest people!" Everyone divided the black and white boards first, and a few of them were The winner goes first, and the last three people left will guess the winner. The loser has to catch someone else to replace him.

One time only Xia Yimo, Yan Haoming and I were left. I ran very slowly, but I was good at guessing. Sure enough, I won and Xia Yimo was the one to catch.

I immediately turned around, ran out, and told the others to run. We ran towards the playground together. Xia Yimo chased after me and caught me only two meters away. I immediately rushed towards the crowd to disperse them. As expected, he turned around and chased someone else. When he caught up with Han Xiao, he grabbed Han Xiao tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Dingle bell..." The class bell rang, and we sprinted to the classroom like we were dying. On the way, it was also a thrilling competition. The last person to arrive in the classroom will be punished by copying the text. For us at that time, this was simply a difficult task to complete, so we had to run fast. This time Yan Haoming was unlucky. He fell down on the stairs. I was the one copying the text, but now it's him, haha!

There are many fun stories in school. These unforgettable campus life will always accompany us to grow up happily!

Six stories about campus type philosophy

Keep the mental desktop clean After an old professor retired, he visited schools in remote mountainous areas to impart teaching experience and share it with local teachers. Because of the old professor's love and affability, he was welcomed by teachers and students everywhere.

Once, when he finished his visit to a school in a mountainous area and wanted to go elsewhere, many students were reluctant to leave. The old professor was also moved by this and immediately promised the students that he would come back next time. At that time, whoever can tidy up his desks and chairs will be given a mysterious gift by the old professor.

After the old professor left, every Wednesday morning, all students must clean up their desks, because Wednesday is the day when the professor comes to visit during the monthly meeting, but it is not sure whether the professor will On which Wednesday comes.

One of the students had a different idea than the other students. He wanted to get a gift from the professor as a souvenir. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly arrive with a mysterious gift on days other than Wednesday, so he would give it to him every morning. Everyone tidied up their tables and chairs.

But the desk that was tidied up in the morning was messy again in the afternoon. The student was worried that the professor would come in the afternoon, so he tidied it up again in the afternoon. I felt uneasy thinking about it. If the professor showed up in the classroom an hour later, he would still see his desk in a mess, so he decided to clean it up every hour.

In the end, he thought that if the professor would arrive at any time, he might still see his desktop untidy. Finally, the primary school student thought clearly that he must keep his desktop tidy at all times and welcome the professor at any time. .

Although the old professor did not appear with a mysterious gift, the elementary school student has received another strange gift.

Make Yourself a Pearl There was a young man who thought he was an all-rounder. After graduation, he repeatedly hit the wall and could not find an ideal job. He felt that his talents were not appreciated and he was very disappointed with the society. Many times he hit the wall, which made him sad and desperate. He felt that there was no Bole to appreciate his "thousand-mile horse".

In pain and despair, one day, he came to the seaside and planned to end his life.

When he was about to commit suicide, an old man happened to be walking by, saw him, and saved him. The old man asked him why he had to go to a dead end. He said that he was not recognized by others and society, and no one appreciated and reused him...

The old man picked up a grain of sand from the beach at his feet and asked the young man to He looked at it, then threw it casually on the ground, and said to the young man: "Please pick up the grain of sand I just threw on the ground."

"This is impossible!" The young man said people say.

The old man did not speak, but took out a crystal clear pearl from his pocket, threw it on the ground casually, and then said to the young man: "Can you pick up this pearl?" ?"

"Of course!"

"Then you should understand why, right? You should know that you are not a pearl yet, so you can't be demanding on others. Recognize you immediately. If you want others to recognize you, then you have to find a way to make yourself a pearl.

"The young man frowned and lowered his head, speechless for a moment.

Seven My Campus Growth Stories

The six years of primary school life passed by in the blink of an eye. The memories left behind How wonderful.

What remains fresh in my memory is the school song: “On the banks of the beautiful ancient canal, the peaches and plums of Gaoyou Bei are fragrant. The windows are bright and the teaching building is clean..." It was the moving melody of this song that accompanied me through the first stop of my studies - primary school.

Of course, those teachers taught me how to be a human being. The knowledge in the books has been passed down The teacher’s explanation made me understand more deeply. Helen Keller, who loved life and was indomitable; Confucius, who was persuasive and knowledgeable; Lu Xun, who cherished time... I got to know the teacher one by one. I will always know him. Remember the teacher’s teachings and walk the road of life.

I would also like to thank my second home, Chengbei Primary School, for the rapid changes that have taken place in Chengbei Primary School. It has become more beautiful. It has also been honored as a provincial experimental primary school! Money adds green to the west; the "Spring Games" are a good opportunity for students who are good at sports to show off their talents; I am a member of the school's drum team. Although the training is very hard, it has cultivated my spirit of being able to endure hardships and compete with glory. There was a bit of a military spirit on the field! The most unforgettable thing for me was the "Red Scarf Ecological Culture Street Activity".

What we held was The auction activities, all the tools and the auctioneer's clothes were very similar, and the whole event was no worse than a regular auction. On the day before the event, the classroom was decorated colorfully by us. Made of waste items, with the starting price of one yuan, all the items were auctioned, and all the money from the auction was donated to the West.

"Gaoyou!" Beixiao peaches and plums are fragrant. "This sentence is absolutely correct. Our school has produced many famous people! Wang Zengqi, who can truly be called "the master of sketches" in the Chinese literary world, was once a student of our school. We also have an external counselor in Beijing Primary School. , although we don’t meet often, every classmate feels warm when talking about him, and I am no exception. Who is he? He is the veteran of the New Fourth Army - Grandpa Wang Xiafang who is known here! In the sunlit hall, I experienced many firsts: the first time I held a textbook, the first time I raised my hand to speak, the first time I received a certificate, the first interview, the first debate, etc. Wow! The first time. My childhood is also gone for the first time.

My dear classmates, I am about to say goodbye to you. Even though we are separated, we are still in our hearts. This big group will never be separated.

Now, we have to say goodbye to the beautiful campus; say goodbye to the teachers who tell us how to behave and how to study; and say goodbye to the classmates who live with us day and night. I am very attached to my classmates, teachers and my alma mater. Every tree, every brick. Now, my alma mater is about to celebrate its 100th birthday. I can’t do anything, so let’s just wish our alma mater a happy birthday!

Happy birthday to my alma mater! BIRTHDAY!

Eight stories about my growth in college

The taste of growth is understanding of life.

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The taste of growth is gratitude.

The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is experienced by oneself.

The growth story of the Nine Campuses. (Essay) About 200 words

There are as many interesting things in my childhood as small raindrops, the most unforgettable is the wonderful story of a stone.

During that burst of noise, I burst into laughter. I ran happily. But I accidentally hit a stone and fell to the ground. For a second, I was like an eagle that had just spread its wings and was shot down by a fierce hunter. He fell to the ground, his head bleeding, and his heart felt like a thorn.

Anger welled up in me. I thought: I will definitely take revenge in the future.

I walked into the cram school scarred, and the teacher and classmates looked at me with different eyes. This rock embarrasses me so much.

Time passed, but I could never forget that stone. I was determined to find that stone and smash it to pieces. However, I searched and searched, but couldn't find it. I thought: This stone is really weird, it comes and goes without a trace.

My friend knew about this, and he said disapprovingly: "Why bother getting angry with a stone!"

On this day, I seemed to say goodbye to my childhood. I found myself growing up!

Ten short stories of positive energy on campus

In life, there are many beautiful things that quietly disappear inadvertently. Spring goes and spring comes, flowers wither and bloom. However, some touching moments in life are gone forever. Touching is the most beautiful emotion given by God to human beings. If life is a river, being moved is like the sparkling water on the river; if life is a grassland, then being moved is like the flowers dotting the grassland. If life is not touched, the soul can only be filled with emptiness and coldness, like a walking corpse. We have encountered touching moments in the past years, and we may keep them in our hearts, but we should not keep them dusty forever. It’s my last year in the tourism industry. It seems like the scene when I first entered the campus happened yesterday. I was so reckless that I got into the wrong class. After sitting in another classroom for a long time, I realized that my class was upstairs, and I really wanted to find a hole to crawl in. It’s so embarrassing that such a big guy walked into the wrong class and immediately slipped out of the back door with his bag, haha. What a waste. The days of working as a traveler can be said to be long or short. If I want to say who I am most grateful to, then it must be Teacher Mao. I feel most fortunate to have met such a lovely teacher. Although he is a teacher, he is still like a child. Always with a bright smile, like a light spring breeze. I deeply understand the meaning of a teacher as a friend. The two types of people I fear most in the world are the police and teachers. As for why they were policemen and teachers, I couldn’t explain the reason, but I thought they were very majestic. As long as I stand in front of me, I don't dare to move, just like a mouse can hide from a cat. Hehe... You can see that I am an introverted girl. I chose the tourism major, came to the Travel Industry and became a member of the National Winery. Everything seemed to have been arranged. Sometimes I really feel that everything was arranged in advance. The first condition for learning this major well is extroversion. When I was at Guojiu, my evaluation of myself was that I went to Binjiang every day and had a great time. But the happiest time was after school. At noon, I had a lot of time to hang out in Teacher Mao’s office and chat. . In addition to the necessary classroom classes every day, the office is also the place where I often report. For me, it brings me not only academic knowledge, but also the enlightenment of life. You gave me many opportunities to participate in the student union selection. Although I didn't get in, it was still an experience. The reception for parents of new students in May allowed me to meet many people outside my own class and expanded my circle of friends. , and also met several very good friends. The experience of hosting classmates from Sichuan on their visit to Hangzhou made me less afraid of the tour guide certificate oral exam. It also recommended me to attend a party school and served as a study committee member in the class, although I also served as the English class representative and moral education class representative, which increased my sense of responsibility, etc. There are many of these experiences that I have used throughout my life. There is a lot more I want to say, but when my words come to my lips, they all converge into a smile, expressing my love for you and my gratitude to you. Later, I came to Class 095 because I was taking the tour guide certificate test. The classmates and teachers in Class 5 were very good to me, so I quickly adapted and integrated into the group. But I am still in the Chinese wine class, and I feel closer to my class teacher when I see her. In less than 10 days, Teacher Mao will return to school after her maternity leave. I still remember that scene when you said to me before leaving at the gate of the campus: "You must take the test for your tour guide certificate." Although it is autumn, it feels like spring. I can see the lovely Teacher Mao again, so I can go and see Teacher Mao when I have no place to go. I am one of the many students taught by Teacher Mao. But Teacher Mao is the best teacher I have ever met.

A man named "Later" heard a sound like an hourglass in his body. So I began to look for a progressive attitude. I heard that children who are involved with words are a little worried. I used words to express this deep feeling that is most worth cherishing. There are so many things I want to say to you, and it seems I can’t finish them all in a few noons, but I must say to you, it’s great to meet you.