Happy composition of collective life in grade four

The collective where I live is a place full of love and warmth!

Unity and friendship are the collective actions. Helpfulness and positive response are the spirit of this group. Sometimes, I feel very happy because this group has given me strength, courage and confidence. ...

In this group, there are crisp laughter and cheerful songs, which make people feel free. Don't treat me like a sixth grader at all. I think I am a child, playing freely in this paradise of the group, and also treating myself as a bird, spreading its wings and flying freely under the blue sky of the group.

It was this group that gave me a very happy childhood and a good start in my life.

In this collective, I really know what a real collective is, and in this collective, I really appreciate the traditional virtues of our country!

How much help this group has given me! Countless, and how many people have I helped? There are not many people, because only this collective can create more glory. I finally understand that people are not harvesting, but paying, and only paying will yield!

This excellent combination, this lovely combination, I love you!

The old student of the composition "Happy Collective Life" said: Military training is hard, the sun is scorching, and you are sweating; Military training is fun, and there is the excitement of singing on the playground.

High school students' military training may not be the first military training in their lives, but it will definitely stay in their memory forever.

Today is the second day of military training. After a morning of training, I deeply felt the pain brought by military training.

Indeed, military training is boring, boring. For a whole morning, we only practiced the basic essentials such as being at ease, standing at attention, crossing the hurdle and turning around in place under the guidance of the instructor, but military training was also enjoyable. It will make you feel comfortable like a breeze in hot summer and scorching sun.

Let's talk about the hardships of military training first.

The scorching sun, sweating, repeated practice, shouting, hoarse voice, physical strength gradually weakened ... this is how we feel in the sun at the moment. If one word is used to describe it, it can really be described as "exhausted".

However, no matter how difficult it is, we must stand up. Look at those students around us who are "standing like a pine tree". We can't just shout for a report and rest.

Time passed quietly in the training, and the warmest heat wave in the morning finally approached us. Unconsciously, my forehead was covered with sweat. These sweat trickled down my cheeks like a mischievous prank, which made me itch, as if testing my perseverance. I had to grit my teeth and continue to stand.

By this time, my back is sore and my feet are burning. However, I am now a high school student, so what is pain? You see, our class is still a neat team, not wavering at all.

At this moment, a voice in my heart echoes from time to time. "invincible, invincible, is the will of our high school students. "

"Second, talk about the happiness of military training.

Originally, the instructor was a very strict image in my heart. After getting along with him today, I found his amiable side again.

"Are you tired?" "Can you still support it?" "How about it?" What a warm greeting! He also let us have a rest from time to time and let our classmates sing to relieve our tired bodies ... This series of actions, like a bright spring in a hot summer day, slowly flows into our hearts and moistens our dry hearts.

No matter how hot it is, our hearts are cold.

In a word, military training is a bittersweet symphony. If there is pain, there will be joy, and if there is joy, there will be pain.

In fact, this is very similar to our future study and life. We should not only be prepared for hardship in our study, but also find our own happiness in the intense study life.

The 300-word composition on collective life is almost over every day. It's time to take a shower and clean up the house.

This time is also the time when we are in a hurry.

On the first day of collective life, I always fail to do well.

The domestic coach has taught us n times, but we still can't finish learning.

People are always scolded by instructors if quilts don't go in or fold.

And taking a shower and washing clothes. I'm so nervous. They are all washed with water casually, but there is still not enough time to wash clothes. The clothes were only half washed and then thrown into the washbasin and bucket.

The music stopped, so everyone quickly took a small bench, fastened their belts and lined up at the entrance of the dormitory.

Later, I found that I didn't even turn off the light.

When we came to the storm shed, everyone did it quietly, but there were always some bold ghosts whispering.

The battalion commander began to curse, and no one dared to move.

Seeing that everyone was finally quiet, the battalion commander stopped talking.

On the big screen on the stage, a movie appeared, which was originally about selecting new recruits! We are all ready to "fight". Of course, we are eager to see it.

Really, why are those people in front so tall? It's blocking the people behind! Forget it, find a hole and keep looking! This movie is wonderful! Looking at it, I found that the weather seems to be much colder.

The cool breeze blows gently, which not only makes everyone gasp.

If I knew, I would put on more clothes.

No way, students can only get together with friends and keep warm with each other.

I don't know how long we watched it, but we still can't go back to the dormitory.

Finally, we can go back to the dormitory to sleep. It took the instructor a long time to let us leave, and we didn't leave until all the other companies left.

Hey! He is so cruel! Back to the dormitory, everyone quickly washed all the clothes to be washed, hung them up and lay in bed.

The day was so tired that everyone fell asleep quickly …

The collective life composition I live in is a place full of love and warmth! Unity and friendship are the collective actions. Helpfulness and positive response are the spirit of this group. Sometimes, I feel very happy, because this group has given me strength, courage and confidence ... In this group, there are crisp laughter and cheerful songs, which makes people feel no constraint and freedom at all. Here, you don't treat me like a sixth grader at all.

It was this group that gave me a very happy childhood and a good start in my life.

In this collective, I really know what a real collective is, and in this collective, I really appreciate the traditional virtues of our country! How much help this group has given me! Countless, and how many people have I helped? There are few people, because only this collective can create more glory. I finally understand that "people don't gain, but pay, and only pay will gain"! This excellent combination, this lovely combination, "I love you"! (non-original)

My collective life still remembers that it was last semester: I was admitted to the hospital because of a fracture and couldn't go to class. I stayed in the hospital all day and did nothing.

Two days before hospitalization, I really felt that life was hard. Suddenly, my teacher came to see me and brought two flowers. I'm surprised and happy. Although I was thinking about my teacher, I didn't expect the teacher to really come and come so quickly.

As soon as the teacher saw me, he hurriedly asked me about my illness, and said many encouraging words, telling me not to worry about studying, but to work hard, but to keep my body well first, which made my nose nod repeatedly and bit my lip hard to prevent tears from falling, but my heart was sweet.

In a few days, it will be the weekend. I just looked out of the window, my thoughts had drifted away.

"Xu, we are coming to see you!" A word pulled my thoughts back and turned around. Ah, Zhou Xinyu and He Shuqi came to see me. They hold a big bunch of flowers and say hello to me again and again. I paused, but I was speechless. The feeling of seeing my loved ones suddenly welled up in my heart, and my eyes became more and more blurred ... Lying in bed, I remembered the deep friendship of my classmates, and my heart was very sweet ... I watched it again and again, although the content was short, but my heart was very strong and meaningful. Now I still have these letters, and every time I read them, my nose will be sour and mixed.

After that, I will endure every painful dressing change and insist on not crying. At the most painful moment, as long as I think of the smiling faces and trust of my classmates, a reluctant smile will float on my face. At that time, there was no pain, only sweetness, no fear, only confidence and sunshine.

After I recovered, the students all laughed when I walked into the classroom. I sat down and my heart was full of happiness.

Some students also helped me make up lessons. Although I was very busy, happiness immediately occupied all of me.

After the end of the semester, I got good grades. Of course, the credit of the students is indispensable. Without their support, I wouldn't be who I am now.

With a good mood now, I want to say from the heart: "Our class is a warm and good place! There is a good place to have a good mood! "

Composition: the happiness of collective life. You must finish one thing.

Happy collective life, Class 4, Grade 6, brings together children of the same age. Seeing that the happy primary school life is coming to an end, everyone will feel a little nostalgic, because the joy of the students has been integrated here. Let me tell you one or two things! The final review is very tense.

The review of Chinese and mathematics has entered a white-hot stage. Usually, teachers will lead students to recite the text. In the past, everyone was cramming for the last minute, but this time we have no idea. You look at me, I look at you.

Seeing that we were so nervous, the teacher deliberately changed the subject and told jokes. When everyone laughed hysterically, the teacher came with a gun in one hand and told the class leader Lin to get up and recite Mo Mei.

The monitor is worthy of being a monitor. He can recite easily.

"I will take a boy back.

"The teacher smiled and said," Zhang Yuhao, it's you! "I think he is one of the three poor students in our class. Can he recite it? He stood up and recited it shyly. The last sentence was wrong, but everyone applauded him! It's time to recite Bamboo Stone. Don't hit me, I'm thinking.

"hey!" Who made such a scream? It turned out to be Chen Lin jumping around! Because she didn't sit firmly on the bench, she sang "Old Niu Gengdi", which caused the whole class to burst into laughter. The teacher looked at Chen Lin with an embarrassed face and continued to draw people to endorse. He stopped in front of Tang and said, "Let's welcome simple and honest.

Will Tang, who sets an example, recite it? ""good "everyone said in chorus.

Tang Yunxi stood up generously, glanced around and recited the ancient poem Bamboo Stone fluently.

Look at her, how proud she is! I'm sour! The teacher came up to me as if to spank me on the back.

"Ding-"class is over, but I am so happy.

Oh, God help me! But even if * * * is silent, I am not afraid to recite ancient poems. I have my own talent in my heart.

Because teachers often say that Liu Zhenjun is a talented woman! Although our review is very tense, we are happy for ten minutes between classes.

Although the boys in our class are naughty and play logically, the girls can't help it.

That day, we had a big shuttlecock match with boys. The competition is held in the corridor on the third floor.

Several girls who play shuttlecock well are representatives of the women's team, and several boys who play shuttlecock well are selected as the main force of the men's team. Some of the remaining students are upstairs as spectators, security guards and tellers.

Some students are waiting downstairs to pick up badminton.

In this way, the game began. Everyone kicks me, so do I. In a short time, the outcome was divided. We girls won the game by a landslide. We are girls who are good shuttlecock players! This is the case in our class. Although we are sometimes nervous when reviewing, we are also happy.

Let's join hands and build Class 4, Grade 6 into a more harmonious and happy class before graduation!

Colorful collective life composition colorful collective life is coming on New Year's Day. The school organized the annual "Art Little Stars, Shining Stars" singing competition. Last time, our little star in China won the first prize. This time, of course, it is not to be outdone, and it is necessary to make a blockbuster and win the first place.

Our class will sing two songs, one is "We are in the Spring Morning" and the other is "Circle".

During the rehearsal, everyone was enthusiastic. They danced and sang like larks, and they cooperated seamlessly. Everyone is full of confidence.

On the afternoon of the singing contest, all the men and women in our class were beautifully dressed. Girls are white sweaters and plaid skirts, and boys are yellow coats, which attracts others' attention.

Because we have to move all the stools when dancing, our class comes last.

Very good! This is the finale! Many classes are early, and the playground is really crowded and lively. Everyone is full of enthusiasm for the game.

Many children's parents are waiting under the stage to feast their eyes on their children's outstanding performance.

I'm a little nervous, too. I'm afraid I'll make mistakes in the performance.

The activity began with warm applause.

The previous classes all showed a little consistency.

At most, there are a few movements in your hand and you don't do anything.

Our biggest enemies are Class 8 and Class 10.

Class 8 sings very well, and there are several female students dancing in front.

10 class not only sang with emotion, but most importantly, they all made the lyrics of "Grateful Heart" in sign language.

It's really eight immortals crossing the sea-each shows his magic power! However, I found a big problem in other classes-singing fast.

This is a fatal weakness. Although our class did well in the last rehearsal, I'm still not sure.

Sure enough, the weather is unpredictable.

It's our turn to perform. First, we sing loudly. Hardly had we finished singing the first paragraph when we stopped. The music is still playing. It was really fast.

In the last two paragraphs, we all tried our best to press it down, but in the end it was fast.

I looked at the audience, and few people were watching us.

Originally, because our class was transferred from two programs to the last, everyone was interested in us and wanted to see our excellent performance.

What about now? Everyone thinks we are bored and go our separate ways.

My heart is like fifteen buckets of water-I can't help it! "Since this song is not sung well, you must sing well next time!" I said to myself.

At first, we collectively looked at the moon, and everyone shook their bodies, as if there was really a big round moon in the sky, just like waves in the beautiful sea, fluctuating. That scene was really touching.

The attention of the audience seems to have returned to us, staring at us one by one. My nervous heart seems to have relaxed a little. A big stone finally fell to the ground, and my heart suddenly felt safe.

Then we followed the rhythm and danced in a circle, dancing so lightly and happily.

When we went around and rang the doorbell, we noticed the mistake just now and sang along with the rhythm: "Failure is the mother of success.

"If so, the second part finally came to a successful conclusion.

"Three minutes on stage, ten years off stage.

We succeeded by our own efforts, the audience gave us an avalanche of applause, and many parents were taking pictures of us.

Although it didn't show real strength, it was still very exciting for us.

"Art stars shine", and we are one of them!

600-word composition of the second day of junior high school: Living in a collective, the pupa is bound by itself, longing for suffering, and breaking out for beauty and pride; The eagle plucked its feathers cruelly. It longed for suffering, in order to shed its pride again.

-inscription learning may not be a torment, but it is a painful task.

Think about the crying when I first entered school and the excitement when I was promoted to junior high school. It seems so precious now.

The sky is still blue, but I am no longer that naive child.

Over the past few years, I have unconsciously become a little more emotional and mature.

It was not until the second day of junior high school that I felt that my junior high school life was far from what I expected. In the past year, I made more friends and hardly left any more memories.

I'm fourteen years old, and I haven't realized that I have to take on more.

I like to sit by the window of the classroom. When I look up, I can see the sky. The sky is blue and the clouds are fluttering. Occasionally, a few birds fly by, I will think of the happiness of life, and then unload my heavy thoughts and work hard for my life! Perhaps it is the boring study life that makes me like this clean day.

I have formed a habit. Every day at school, I look at the sky. The palm-sized sky above my head seems to be mine.

"The key to junior high school is the second day. The success or failure of the senior high school entrance examination has a great relationship with the efforts of the second grade.

"It is because of these words that the energetic senior two students have an extra burden, and their friendship has gradually turned into invisible competition.

Under the heavy pressure of exam-oriented education, the competition among classmates makes people breathless.

But I should learn to adapt and enjoy this competition. Maybe this is "suffering", and I have to learn to long for suffering.

I hate rain, but I accept it because I like the sound of rain hitting my umbrella. I hate learning, but I tolerate learning because I like the joy after success.

All this seems contradictory, but I enjoy it. ...

I remembered one thing about your collective life in 400 words. What I remember most is the class group of senior three. This is a big family full of vitality, solidarity, warmth and happiness. Our class is united. I still remember when we were in the sports meeting, we cheered the players on the field, handed them water and towels, and always rushed to the announcer to cheer them on. The United, harmonious and friendly class atmosphere in ................................................................. also made every student feel practical and warm. Our class is a big family full of vitality, unity, mutual love, mutual assistance, warmth and happiness. I have studied and lived in such a group for 2 years and benefited a lot. My class is a studious group, and I study very hard. The learning atmosphere is also very strong. My class group is still a vibrant and positive group. It is precisely because of this vigorous and upward force that everyone's sense of collective honor is closely United. Students always think of the group and always care about everything in the group. I love this group. It is my paradise for study and my palace for life. I am proud to have this team. ...

Composition: collective warm classroom, what a beautiful word, he is my childhood partner, accompanying me to learn and grow.

Once a classmate in our class burned his foot and rested at home for almost a month. Everyone is worried about him.

Every time after school, students will visit him at his home, chat with him and help him copy his homework. If they can't do it, they will patiently explain to him and tell him the lesson of the day until he understands. Every day, they will ask with concern, "Is your foot better?" Seeing that his classmates worked tirelessly for him, he was so grateful that he couldn't speak for a moment, and tears swirled in his eyes.

Students should help each other. When you are in trouble, the students will not hesitate to help you.

However, some contradictions in life are inevitable, and the key is to understand each other, tolerate each other and make up.

Recently, my deskmate bought a new mechanical pencil, and everyone around me envied a classmate and touched it with their hands.

After a while, my deskmate's pen disappeared. He thought for a moment: Xiaolan must have taken it. He asked Xiaolan angrily, "Did you steal the new pen I bought today?" .

"Xiaolan looked at him:" I didn't take it! " "Liar, only you touched my pen today, and you took it!" Xiaolan felt very wronged and began to cry.

The teacher came and asked the cause and effect of the matter. Finally, with the help of the teacher, I finally found the pen in the corner.

The deskmate bowed his head in embarrassment and said in shame, "I'm sorry."

"Xiaolan came over and smiled." It doesn't matter.

"They made up again.

Time flies, time flies, we are under the same roof and the sun is shining.

In learning, we encourage each other; We help each other in life.

The friendship between classmates is very precious, and six years have passed in such a hurry.

We should cherish friendship and the little things between classmates.

In this sunny, cloudless, sunny and spring-like day in Wan Li, the whole class will finally experience this unforgettable "graduation trip" together.

I remember that when the teacher announced that he would go on a graduation trip in mid-September, the whole class would have a noisy discussion after each class, who would be in the same group, who would sleep in the same room, and so on.

Finally, on the day of graduation trip, everyone came to school with excitement and expectation, and finally met our leader-clown.

On the tour bus, we came to the first stop-Natural Science Museum, where we saw many special and rare animals and plants, rare birds and dinosaurs, especially the unheard-of king squid, which really opened my eyes.

The second stop is the Earthquake Museum. The first thing that caught your eye was the endless stream of tourists and students, who held their breath and carefully observed the collapse. They convey the power of earthquakes! It really shocked the audience.

Finally, we came to Xitou Club, which is our hotel.

In the evening, today's finale "Youth Party" will be held. Everyone will try their best to sing and dance tonight, and I will sing and shout with you involuntarily, and the audience will be "crazy" to the highest point! Finally, the teachers and students confided in each other and revealed their true feelings, ending in a touching atmosphere.

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