“我们一起去玩“鬼屋”,好不好?”婉婷高兴地说,“好啊。”“好啊。”其他人异口同声地说好,正在这时我却说:“不好啊。”她们都问:“为什么?”,我说:“我很害怕。”“就试一试,好不好?不要因为你一个人,弄得所有人都扫兴,好不好?”婉婷说道,经过我的万分纠结,我终于答应了。
我们来到“鬼屋”,排队进去了。刚进去,四周黑漆漆的\',伸手不见五指。后来我们越往前走灯光开始越来越亮,我以为那是“鬼屋”出口,便快跑过去了,我刚跑到那儿,就听到一个***猪般的声音,没错!那就是我的声音,因为我看见了好多骷髅在地上滚来滚去,她们闻声而来后看见我脸比白纸还白,手比冰块还冰,脚比棉花糖还软,便带着我走出了这个所谓的“骷髅池”,刚走出“骷髅池”迎面而来的却是一个身穿血红色衣服,手、脚、脖子、眼睛、嘴都流着血的“女鬼”,我吓得坐在了地上,其他人看见了,连忙扶我起来,我起来以后那个“女鬼”就消失了,我这才知道原来只是个幻影,吓死我了!
那次以后我再也不敢进“鬼屋”了,别人也不敢拉我进“鬼屋”了。这一次秋游是我记忆中最难忘的一次秋游。
在我成长的一段历史小河中,有一件事我永远也不会忘记。
这件事发生在一年级第一学期的一个下午。那天下午的天气可好了,蓝蓝的天上挂着一个大火球般的太阳。校园芒果树上的芒果被阳光一照,金黄金黄的,令人垂涎欲滴。
下午放学后,我、陈家琛、叶树晟一起走到教学楼后面的芒果树下,用石块打芒果。在我打得正高兴时,被体育老师发现了。他马上从远处飞跑过来,像老鹰捉小鸡那样,一把捉住了矮小的我。
一路上,任我怎样哭、怎样恳求,那位体育老师都不肯原谅我,硬是把我拖到教导处,交给班主任胡老师处理。在胡老师那,我被她狠狠地骂了一顿。在老师严厉的骂声中,我知道自己错了。我错在损坏了公共财物,做出有损班集体声誉的事情。
这件事虽然已经过去两年了,但我依然觉得很惭愧。每年夏天一见到芒果或听到别人提“打芒果”这三个字时,我的心就不由一震。唉,都怪自己做事前没想清楚哪些事该做,哪些事不该做。
这个教训我会永远铭记在心,以后不会让自己再犯同样的错了。
这几天,不管走到哪里,都有同学问我:“吴楠,你的脸怎么了?”我只有苦笑摇摇头,为什么呢?这都是因为前几天发生的那件可怕的事。那天晚上,我正在灯下聚精会神地写作业。忽然,觉得脸上痒兮兮的,似乎有什么东西在爬。我轻轻一拍,一看原来是只飞蛾,已经被我打死在脸上。妈妈看了,连忙拿来纸,把我脸上、手上的脏东西擦干净,再拿来手巾,带我到水池边去冲洗。我又继续写着作业。
没过一会儿,我只觉得脸上火辣辣的,像无数小蚂蚁在爬、在蛟。我吓坏了尖叫起来:“妈妈,快来呀!”妈妈闻声急忙跑过来,只见她瞪大眼睛,似乎很恐怖地看着我的脸,幸亏妈妈是医生,她匆忙拿来大蒜籽帮我擦脸,再帮我擦上皮炎平,可是家里的药太少了,作用不明显。我再扬手一看,手上也长起密密麻麻的小红包,再慢慢一连成一串。
过了一会儿,我的手肿了,像个小馒头。我走到镜子前面一看,我的右半边脸从脖子开始也肿起来了。右眼已经睁不开了。妈妈不停地给擦药,可是依然没效。妈妈叹气,无可奈何地说:“先睡吧,明天早上会好一点的。”于是就出现了开头的一幕。同学们,秋天的虫子很毒,如果你遇到像我一样的情况,应该用纸片或小木棍把它赶走,千万不要把虫子打死在身上。
有一天,我在家里发现了一个没见过的东西,我要查出它的庐山真面目:它是长方形的,蓝颜色的,头上有一个盖,只要把大拇指向下压“啪”火就喷出来了。哦,这怪东东原来是一种我没见过的打火机啊。好玩!好玩!
于是我想着用它来烧铅笔。我把纸团叉在笔芯上,把打火机倾斜,然后把开关向下按,“哎哟”火不听话,把我的手指给烫到了,气死我了。这时铅笔点着了,纸团却也着火了,啊!我吓得急忙把带火的纸扔进了身边的废纸桶里,我松了口气,这下没事了吧。
但是这时废纸桶也烧着了,我又想:火要是没有空气,再大也会熄灭。我飞快的把一大堆本子和书扔进了着火的桶里,不好,火更大了。我急忙跑出房间去,大喊:“爸爸,着火啦”,爸爸迅速冲了进去,把着火的桶端出来,放在阳台上,又马上返回房间把火星扑灭,然后回到了阳台用大块的毛巾毯盖住着火的废纸桶,用水把火扑灭。
爸爸非常生气,教训了我一顿:“火不能玩的啊,早给你说了,出事怎么办,家给烧了,睡大街了……”我看着烧得凹凸不平变黑的木地板,是又害怕又羞愧,以后再也不做这样的傻事了。
During the first three years of junior school ,we were very happy and free .But we often heard that Grade 4 would be a hell. After the final exam of Grade 3 in June, everything blew onto our faces : teachers’ changing , harder and harder texts , terrible pressure and of course the graduate exam .Where your position was on the listboard became the most important thing in our life .We had to study hard day and night ,always from 6:00 a.m. to 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. the next day.
But I must say that it’s really an unforgettable memory in my life. Under the pressure we lived our life to the fullest, and enjoyed the true interesting things that we may have never cared before. Grade 4 in junior school was a turning point in my life. My attitude to learning, my world outlook and my philosophy of life all changed. I turned to be positive and strong. I also gained many people’s true & pure friendship, both teachers ’ and classmates’. In some way, I like that kind of life, as it taught me many things I’d never learned before.
Teachers also helped me a lot. I still can’t forget that my history teacher talked to me until 10:00 p.m. on April 30th, 2003, for my application. My head teacher also encouraged me, so did my Chinese teacher. I should say, all my teachers worked very hard and always neglected their sleep and meals. Even if some of them were about 50 and often fell ill, they never left us one day .
The last and greatest challenge was of course the final exam, also my high school entrance exam. I felt very well and comfortable except my chemistryphysics exams. The result proved that I couldn’t have done worse in them. But in total, my mark is O.K. So then I became a student in the best high school of Hubei Province.
We, teachers and students, got together in East Lake Hotel on June 4th, 2003. At the moment of saying goodbye, I felt that my time of junior had gone ,and my senior time was coming .
Today, I looked at my graduate photos again ,and ,I smiled .
He once hesitated ,struggled, feared and doubted, like an ordinary man would do. But he just "stays at the door of fate", as the name of his newly-written book says, and waits till the door opens instead of leaving during the half way. Then there comes a wholly new world where the beautiful dream lies .
还记得上学期,陈老师送给了我们一个受益终身的礼物——通红的手掌。那天,陈老师突然间要自己检查作业,以前可一向是组长检查作业的呀,再说了,这次作业我可真漏写了,我检查过作业本,词语忘掉抄了,这可如何是好啊。尽管种种原因使我感到恐惧,但也只好乖乖上交了。
我以为全班应该只有几个同学会和我一样,漏写了一部分,可是,并不是几个人而已,而是一帮,这出乎我的意料,包括陈老师。原以为那么大的我们会把作业乖乖地完成掉,陈老师不仅生气,而且伤心,拿着板刷一个一个地打手掌打过去。看着掉着眼泪的陈老师,我们很后悔没有把作业认真完成,那掉的不仅是眼泪,也是陈老师对我们恨铁不成钢的一颗心呀!
以后,我再也不敢不完成家作了,我从不曾看到过哪个老师对我们你们用心过。我已经六年级了,六月份就要升初考了,只能在作业上多用点功了,就算作业再多,我也要认真地完成。
在QQ群里,我们正在讨论作业的多少,个个都说的多,可是,写着写着,我们发现作业少了。原来,没动手前,同学们都会觉得理不清,可是一样样写完后,我们就会觉得写一样少一样,心里也会越来越轻松。
只要我们认真去做,其实作业不多,想想看,基础知识、阅读训练、写作,哪一样不是语文的重点呢?拥有一颗认真的心才最重要。也经过那次教训,让我对“作业”两字有了更深的理解,这教训就是对我最大最大的“启明星”。
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