A composition on the topic "Chinese is the key"

Lesson one

"Now, let's see how many characters are always described in The Cold Wind. Ah, this question is not very difficult. It should be found. " I was buried in my book and was about to finish the task assigned by Laojing when I suddenly heard him (turn), "There is one thing I have to say. Ah, well, since this phenomenon has appeared, I will mention ... "Oh, I don't know what he is going to make a long speech, so I have to omit one or two hundred words here. "Now some students like to do other things in Chinese class ..." Suddenly there was a sound of "bursts" from the table behind. According to my many years of experience, it should be the sound of rushing the test paper out of the desk. Looking back, I met a tacit smile behind me. I smiled, too, brother. I don't care about dying for math. "About 5% of the students have this phenomenon ..." A person behind suddenly said, "Ah? Isn't that only 2.9 people? We have two here. "

I am speechless.

Lao Jing's words haven't finished yet, but the following words are enough to make the last two spray blood. "Of course, I don't want you to stop doing it today, and come to my Chinese class when I figure it out." I can totally imagine the stiff expressions of the last two people.

Who knows when the class is over, Aaron sighed with emotion: "Today's Chinese class is the most comprehensive in history!"

Lesson 2

We have been studying Liu Liangcheng's The Cold Wind in the past two days. I really admire how a person can treat his writing with such a cold style. I bit my pen and thought, this man definitely belongs to the kind of person who sees through the world. He is superior. "This is the elegy of life! It is an affirmation of the value of people! " The sudden lyricism of Laojing startled me and really ruined the atmosphere. I think such words should be said in the deepest tone. Why do I feel like I'm talking about this fighting conversation?

Lesson 3

Today, Lao Jing reported to the classroom five minutes early as usual. Tai Long and Xu also began their indifferent duet. I took a look at the old scene. Oh, that smile is really meaningful.

Sure enough, the first sentence of Lao Jing's class was "I vaguely heard bursts of singing just after class, but I should be able to sing when I was young." Before the words were finished, Xinhua suddenly burst into warm applause: "Good! Teacher, come to a song! " The whole class burst into laughter after being stunned for 0.5 seconds, and then most of the students joined the applause and invited songs.

Lao Jing's playing dumb is really perfect. He just smiled slightly, turned around and wrote "Polysemy Interpretation of Prose" on the blackboard, as if he didn't hear our voices at all. We couldn't get back to God for a while, and Lao Jing smiled again. "I think Feifei is studying the same song. Why don't we ask him to sing at once? " We can't beat him after all. Sure enough, most students turned to Zhu Feifei and slapped him. The funniest thing is that Fei seems to be in a state, shouting "help!" To the dragon.

In this way, this course turned Lao Jing's singing into "polysemy interpretation of prose" from the beginning.

Goodbye, Chinese class

Because I failed the dictation for the third time, the class teacher Zhang transferred me from the fourth row to the first row in the front row. In this way, in Chinese class, Mr. Zhang always tells a book in front of my seat with the class site. So I can't stand up my textbook, use it to block my husband's sight and draw dolls below; I can't secretly write some jokes and pass the paper ball to the students sitting at the back; I dare not even pretend to look down at the book, but actually close my eyes and doze off.

"Chen Xiaoyun." Teacher Zhang suddenly called my name, and my heart jumped and I stood up.

"You answer my question, who is the author of this fable?" Mr. Zhang is asking me questions.

Alas, although I was transferred to the first row, I dare not draw dolls, pass paper balls or doze off, but I don't know why I can't concentrate. Although I read the textbook just now, I don't know where to go. I opened my mouth to answer, but I could only make a "uh-huh" sound. I looked around, hoping someone would give me a hint.

I saw Ye Zhicong sitting on one side. He grinned deliberately, as if his hands were taut with a rope. He really saved my life! His action reminds me of my memory in preview. He pulled the rope with his teeth. By the way, I quickly replied, "The author is Aesop."

Mr. Zhang asked me to sit down. I secretly took a deep breath and winked back at Zhicong as an expression of thanks.

After school, I took Zhicong's hand and walked together. Zhicong made a face at me and said, "What's the matter with you? Sitting in the front row can't hear Mr. Wang's book? You almost got detention today. "

"Don't mention it! To tell the truth, I don't like Mandarin classes, what theme centers, what word explanations, what punctuation marks, and what genres of articles make me feel bored. " This is from the bottom of my heart.

"You don't like Mandarin? I am the opposite of you. I think it is the most interesting subject, and-if you don't like it, you must chew it. Is the subject. If you fail, you can't pass the entrance exam in the future! "

When it comes to the entrance examination, I kicked a stone at my feet. Chi Cong is going to go there by turning a corner. I said goodbye and went my own way. I thought to myself: I really don't hate Mandarin very much, but when it comes to dictation, I get scared and have to listen and recite. Every time I can't write a dozen or twenty words, every time I send a book back, Teacher Zhang calls me to her side, scolds me and urges me to correct it, so that my hands are weak when I correct the typo. I think, if there were no dictation in Mandarin, I might like Mandarin, too.

When I got home, my mother told me to change my school uniform and said that she would take me to the photo studio to take pictures. I felt strange, but my mother urged me, so I was busy changing a suit prepared by my mother-a suit I only wear during the Chinese New Year, and I also wore a tie. I always feel so grand and unusual. When I arrived at the studio, my mother took a bust by herself, and then I also took a bust. On the way home, my mother said something to me:

"Xiaoyun, our family is going to immigrate to Central America. Do you like it? Our family is flying! "

I scratched my head and felt a little happy. I know my uncle lives in Guatemala, Central America, where he runs a shop. I heard from my mother that we are going to emigrate there, but we will never come back. He asked, "When are you going? Do you still have to go to school? " "Now I have to go through the formalities and have to wait another month. Of course, I still have to go to school! "

I know what I am thinking. When I heard that I was going to emigrate, my first thought was that I wouldn't have to recite in the future. Of course, I also know that I still have to go to school in the future, but I'm afraid I don't have to recite those difficult Chinese characters there.

I don't know whether to be happy or worried. My mother asked someone to look after the housework. That toilet chair is for sale, that TV set is for sale, and that refrigerator is for sale. There is always bad taste in my heart.

When I returned to school the next day, the head teacher, Mr. Zhang, asked me to go to the teacher's room again. I thought to myself, "I'm probably to blame for failing this dictation." However, I'll let her nag me two or three times at most, and then, ah, everything here has nothing to do with me. "

Sure enough, I saw Teacher Zhang take out my silent notebook, and I stood beside her with my head down. She slowly opened my silent book. The first page is thirty, the second page is forty and the third page is forty-five. On the fourth page, it is also the latest silent book. Oh, I can't believe my eyes are 75 years old. Not only did they pass, but their grades were actually good.

Mr. Zhang said kindly and seriously, "Chen Xiaoyun, I didn't call you here this time to blame you;" You see, your dictation has improved. You only made five mistakes this time. As long as you listen attentively in class and study hard at home, you will definitely make faster progress in the future. You know, you are a decent person from China, and you can't write well in your own country. Is this not a joke? Xiao Yun, I'm so glad to see your silent progress. I sent you a small gift specially. I hope you will continue to work hard. "

Teacher Zhang finished, and took out a book from the drawer, the title of which was How to Learn Chinese Well. I hold teacher Zhang's book, and my hands are shaking. Well, I'd rather Mr. Zhang scold me as he used to. I am really an underachiever. Yesterday, I heard my mother say that I was going to emigrate, but my first thought was that I was glad I didn't have to memorize Chinese characters. But how anxious Mr. Zhang is about my progress!

I left the teacher's room and looked at the book that teacher Zhang gave me. My eyes are burning. When I returned to my seat in the classroom, I opened the book. The first paragraph caught my eye: "China has a long history and beautiful environment, which has nurtured China culture for a long time and made China one of the most beautiful languages in the world."

The content of a book has never shocked my heart so much. This passage seems to be read by someone with rich feelings in my ear.

The bell rings, and the first class is Mandarin. I used to be lazy in this class. Strangely enough, when I opened the Mandarin book today, there was another smell. My brain suddenly stopped thinking and focused on teacher Zhang's teaching. Why do I suddenly like Mandarin and feel that every word of Teacher Zhang is so beautiful? This class seems to pass quickly, and the bell rings immediately.

When I came home from school this day, I finished reading the book that Teacher Zhang gave me in one breath. This book introduces the development of China language in a simple way, and then describes rich China language, simple China language and beautiful China language. Finally, it also talks about the methods of learning Chinese well. I learned a lot about Chinese in China at once, and I was a little surprised at Mr. Zhang. Why didn't you send me this book earlier, so that I could know the richness and superiority of Chinese in China earlier? I put down my book, walked up to my father and asked him, "Dad, will I still have a chance to learn American language after we immigrate to Central China?"

Dad said, "I'm worried about this." I know there are few overseas Chinese there, and there are no overseas Chinese schools. When you get there, you will learn Spanish there. I'm afraid you will gradually forget the language of China. "

I was taken aback. I picked up a newspaper, and I didn't know many words in the title alone, let alone the contents of the newspaper. I'm in grade five now, but because I didn't like Mandarin before, I really can't learn Chinese well. In fact, I only have the Chinese level of grade three or four.

I took out my Chinese book with trepidation and hurriedly reviewed the text I taught today. I found the content of the text very interesting. I took out my paper and wrote down new words repeatedly with a pen. I feel very sad when I think that I only have one month at most to learn Chinese. I really hope to learn the whole Chinese book at once.

I got 80 points in silent reading twice in a row, and Teacher Zhang encouraged me every time. The last time I wrote a book silently, I didn't write a word wrong and got a hundred points! In Chinese class that day, Mr. Zhang took out my dictation book, opened the first page for everyone to see, then turned to the last page and held it high for the students to see clearly. Mr. Zhang said: "Our amazing progress is a good example for us to learn. You see, he always failed at the beginning of the semester, but now he has got a hundred points! "

Who knows my heart is cramping! Alas, in Chinese class, when I love you deeply, I will leave you and receive a completely different foreign language education. I burst into tears when I think about it. Ye Zhicong, who was sitting next to me, saw it and said in shock, "Teacher Zhang, you are crying!" "

My classmates all stared at me strangely. Teacher Zhang came to my side and fondled my head kindly and said, "Xiao Yun, are you crying for your progress?"

I dried my tears, stood up and sobbed, "Mr. Zhang, I'm leaving here next week." My family immigrated to Guatemala, and I ... I never had a chance to learn the China language again. "

My eyes are full of tears, and I can't see the reaction of my classmates and teacher Zhang. All I know is that the class is suddenly surprisingly quiet. Mr. Zhang stroked my head and asked me to sit down.

The day of leaving here is getting closer and closer. The students left messages in my yearbook urging them not to forget the languages of China and China.

This day is my last Chinese class. Mr. Zhang brought a package sealed with chicken skin paper. She said to all the students, "Chen was the last day to talk to you." We wish him healthy and happy growth in other places. From the sixth grade of primary school to the fifth grade of middle school, I gave him nothing but a set of Chinese textbooks. I hope that after he is far away from the motherland, he can study hard and don't forget his mother tongue! "

I took over this set of books and felt extremely sad. After class, all the students gathered around. Some people gave me a Chinese dictionary, others gave me a story book. Their enthusiasm brought tears to my eyes.

Farewell, my dear teacher, my dear classmate! I will never forget China's Chinese. I will take a dictation book with me all my life and read it often. I will motivate myself to learn Chinese by myself in China, just like this dictation book.

Landlord, choose me! !