A drizzling and rainy autumn rain completely pulled me out of the fantasy that everything is free and unfettered with me, from the blue sky clouds of thousands of miles. I haven’t sighed the passing of time yet, it has already entered the rainy autumn, and I have to sigh that time does not treat others. The rain had been falling for nearly two days. Somehow, the mood of these days was as low as the weather. Maybe it was because the mid-term exam fell down and the review was not good, it may also be the boredom of the rain these days, just like the flies hit in autumn, wandering around without knowing what to do. The mid-term exam is approaching. This is the first exam to enter the Second Middle School of Shan county. Be sure to get off to a good start. However, when reading books one by one yesterday, the key knowledge was almost forgotten. There is still a week before the exam, and it is not enough to review carefully. I don’t know what to do, and I am worried. Especially for subjects of science, such as mathematics, chemistry, physics and so on, the formula is extremely troublesome. Try one after another and deduct one after another. If there is a formula that doesn’t understand, that is really going to cause big trouble. It’s all right. I had to stick to the pile of books with the mentality of breaking the Rubicon and becoming justice if I didn’t succeed. I kept reviewing the theorem. This music was better than that of Emperor Xi, Hey Hey. Liberal arts are relatively easy to say. Since I was a child, I like literature and so on, so I don’t have to worry too much about these subjects. Since I was promoted to high school, I learned Russian, which is relatively simple, so I feel a little slack in liberal arts. I calculated it roughly. I got a full score of over 1,000 points, but I didn’t ask for much. It would be enough if I passed 600, and it would be OK if I passed. It was 1.8 thousand miles away from the goal I set when I just entered school, so I had to redouble my efforts. As expected, I answered that saying, “when do you know when you miss each other? At this time, this night is embarrassed; When you come into my love door, you know that I miss each other, I miss each other for a long time, and I miss each other for a long time, just as I didn’t know each other at the beginning.. The hazy love in adolescence really makes people happy and worried. Boys of sixteen or seventeen years old all want the joy and shame of the girl in their hearts. It is true that they are still very sweet to be beaten and scolded. (I know how it feels, I am also a person who is often beaten and scolded by her). There was a thin piece of paper like a cicada wing in the middle, and both of them knew clearly in their hearts, but no one was willing to speak first. I don’t know what others think, but I think there are three results after speaking. One is that they become lovers happily, and the other is that they become strangers from now on, I will pretend that I don’t know anyone in the future, but I still want to pay attention to each other slightly in my heart. The third is to be friends as before after rejection. Forget it, forever buried in my heart. They were afraid of those bad friends. As long as they were talking with her in high spirits, they went up to get involved and ridiculed there. Every time they ended up in embarrassment, when can I study well. The rain was as confused as smoke, and the wind rushed into the body with a chill. A single coat could not resist the cold rain in autumn. I remember that at this time in previous years, the leaves of pomegranate trees in my family would fall down with the wind, which was very beautiful. The wind was a little strong, just like a dragon rolling dead leaves and butterflies dancing, the starlight and rain were all over Qiankun, what kind, compared with it, it is not shy. I really want to go back and have a look. Forget it, stop talking about it, miss home again, the rain outside is heavy again.

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A poem of Tang Dynasty, a scholar, sent the elegance of Gusu to thousands of households and the history. Therefore, there was a kind of beauty. The elegant demeanour did not decrease for thousands of years. Although before that, Gusu had long been famous all over the world, however, the well-known poetry was once again established as a kind of height, admired and admired by thousands of people. Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple, originally unknown corners, also shine brilliantly in the humanistic history. Even thousands of years later, as long as you sing a sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, you will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight, it seems that the smoke and water outside the city of Gusu are boundless, the bright moon and Starlight, the boat shadow and light color, the dusk drum and Morning Bell will turn around in front of us for the first time, and they will ring clearly in the ears, just like this time, can, I can also come back. At this moment, it seems that many people have become the children of Tang Dynasty. In a blue shirt, I can see the frost leaves of the Maple Bridge, listen to the Crow in the night, and the moonlight on my shoulders, the tenderness in the heart is just right. But in the memory of Fengqiao, in the bell chimes of Hanshan Temple, how many lives will be life-long, how many lives will be uncertain, how much warmth and coldness will be intertwined, how many yin and yang are separated, is it true that the maple leaves are dyed every year, the river is full of light and smoke every year, the morning bell is melodious, and the evening drum is low and can be counted clearly? Today’s Moon does not follow the deep sigh of ancient people, hitting the soul. When the old blue silk dyed the mirror Frost, the low complaint haunts the intestines. How helpless This Maple Bridge and this cold mountain temple are, what kind of loss should it be? From the dust and haze of history, and from the wind and smoke of time, could Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple become cold and indifferent, and no longer remember the prosperity and decline of creatures, no longer have the authenticity and innocence of thousands of souls? Through the light on both sides of the Maple Bridge, I listened to the faint fickle Bell of Hanshan Temple, read out the tiredness of the Maple Bridge roughly, and tasted a trace of turbidity in the sound of the bell. The night of the Maple Bridge was no longer pure, the bell of Hanshan Temple is no longer clear. Probably, this is also the necessity of history along the way, and it seems to be the ubiquitous erosion and annihilation of the world of mortals. Fengqiao is no longer the Fengqiao when Zhang Ji stood on the boat’s head and thought about something colorful; The Moonlight is not the spotless one thousands of years ago, and it lives on the wandering shoulder; The fishing fire has already disappeared, instead, the lights were bright and the neon lights were flashing; The CAWU which was not old for thousands of years also hid far away in the passionate singing and dancing; The Maple Bridge only left the shadow of history, the inner humanistic atmosphere and the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature are not easily accessible; The Hanshan Temple is still there, and the Bell continues. However, the Hanshan Temple has already become a relic covered with historical smoke, the good men and women, who are crowded with each other, may not really understand and get its essence; The bell will not stop, and in the echo of the bell, the innocence and clarity of the soul are fewer and fewer, and it is more and more difficult to find, and the secular Cram, more and more, more and more obvious, Fengqiao night Park, afraid to really become a masterpiece. I was always thinking that if there were no noisy voices, no sensational lights, less secular rap and anger, I would really take a boat and slowly approach the Maple Bridge when the night was getting dark, moored in the night of Fengqiao, listening to the bell of Hanshan Temple, it rang leisurely. Once, twice, three times, hitting the soul, would it be sobering and clear inside? These people who flocked to the time crowded into the Maple Bridge in groups. In the scene filled with the smell of sweat and secular atmosphere, they laughed casually and didn’t know what respect was, I don’t know if I have a devout heart, or if I want to do more? Unfortunately, history cannot be copied and time cannot be reincarnated. Fengqiao is no longer the Maple Bridge thousands of years ago, nor is Hanshan Temple. Even the moon on the top of the sky is not necessarily the same. Fengqiao, or Hanshan Temple, for many men and women, it just continues a name, during which the real humanistic spirit and historical value did not attract their attention at all. Even these details and excellence are losing silently, the Maple Bridge night Park outlined by Zhang Jixin has become a masterpiece.

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Children are like this. It is their nature to quarrel and quarrel. As their teachers, they are used to watching them chatter every day. Especially the children in the lower grades, if they go out to play, they will be excited and uncontrollable. Look, today we went out for a spring outing together, and they in the car made a lot of noise and got out of control. As teachers, we couldn’t bear to stop it at this time. On the one hand, we felt that it was too unsatisfactory, on the other hand, the voice is not qualified for such a high-intensity job.

When the red light was on, the driver couldn’t bear to come over. Teacher, do you still think? In fact, sometimes noise is more terrible than garbage. In foreign countries, people will not make loud noises in public places. Maybe you are used to listening, just like a lot of music. People who listen feel very enjoyable, while people who want to take a nap and feel sleepy can’t stand it. After listening to the driver’s words, I said to the children: children, have you heard it? The driver’s uncle said that sometimes noise is more terrible than garbage. If you really want to talk and chat with your good friends and classmates, please lower your voice and don’t let the third person hear it. Moreover, it is our responsibility to keep quiet and not make noise in public places. Even, in many other countries, only propaganda slogans are written in Chinese: Don’t make any noise. Please start from ourselves. Don’t make annoying sound garbage. It is because our environment is cleaner, quieter and more comfortable.

Indeed, the children were not making loud noises all the way, but whispering. There were some little guys from The Gap of the seat. You looked at them and I hid for a while, playing hide-and-seek games? Seeing their lovely appearance, our two teachers smiled knowingly. The child is like a piece of jade, which can be carved, while the child is like a scroll, which can be depicted attentively, the point is, what background color did we apply to our children? Usually, the quality of citizens in an era lies in education, and the quality of citizens in the future lies in the education and influence we give to children now.

The spring outing was over, and the words of the driver’s master echoed in my ears, urging me to think deeply. There was a period of time when I came home from work and heard a louder voice from the TV, so I had a headache and was upset. Maybe it was really the bad effect caused by the noise! We often remind children and do our best to avoid littering. However, we do not realize that loud noise in public places is like littering in public, even causing more serious consequences than ordinary garbage without knowing ourselves. I think from now on, I will tell everyone around me that noise is more terrible than garbage.

I think, we can definitely make speaking gently and walking slowly in the near future not only be one of the common codes of conduct in school’s regular habits, it will also become the social morality that every citizen practices and actively promotes.

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