Small reporters look at the big world and small stages show big dreams
Small journalist study
April 12, 2022
Maoming Evening News published on the 9th page
The moment the speech was successful, I grew up
Maoming No.2 Primary School Class 5 (3) Xie Huiyan
Number: 220616 Instructor: Wu Yannu
Growth is like a ladder, climbing step by step, looking back at the road ahead, will smile; turn your head, face forward, and continue to climb without words; growth is a metamorphosis, metamorphosis is painful, there are risks, there are failures, there is bloodshed... But there is also a vision and hope for the future, becoming mature and beautiful...
The sun shone through the window, reflecting my cheeks, the applause from the audience was thunderous, and I smiled at the moment full of glory. Discovering this moment, I broke through myself and really grew up. I still remember that it was a Wednesday afternoon, and the teacher decided to let me and another classmate in the class go to the school speech contest, titled "The Story of Lei Feng", and told me the location and precautions of the competition, so I went home and memorized the "Story of Lei Feng".
Memorizing manuscripts is hard, I don't know how much sweat I have dripped on my manuscript paper, and every night I toss and turn in bed, not to mention the few times I hid in the corner and left lost tears... With no experience and no ability, can I really go to the competition? My heart is still beating back.
Finally, on the day of the competition, I walked into the door of the lecture hall and saw so many teachers and classmates sitting under the stage, I was in a cold sweat, my heart was pounding, it seemed to be about to break my chest, I was nervous, I couldn't help but look around, and even what the students who spoke in front of me said on the stage, I didn't know at all.
1, 2, 3... Finally it was my turn, and I walked slowly onto the stage, bowed bluntly to everyone, and began my speech. But my mind was blank, and I remembered my former timidity and fear, and I really hated how I had not grown up, how I had not yet grown up enough to face my teachers and classmates with confidence and calmness. At this time, I glanced up at the audience, looked at the smiling students in the audience, looked at the teacher and threw me a trusting look, as if the soldier was recognized by the commander, at that moment, I suddenly felt full of confidence, and also began to say my first words. "Look at how good her voice is", "it's too powerful", etc., the praise voices are endless, my state is getting better and better, and the whole speech is flowing. By the climax, I spoke more brilliantly, even the movements were in place, and the students in the audience cheered for me until the end of my speech. I easily bowed to the students and teachers in the audience, and tears of joy flowed from my eyes. I calmly stepped off the stage, the applause in my ears continued, I felt that this minute was very long, I felt that in this instant, I had grown up...
On the road to growth, the road ahead is unknown, and what greets us may be flowers and rainbows, or it may be thorns and swamps. But with this experience, I will not wander, I will bravely go on!
Wu Yan female teacher comments:
This article is well-written and has a clear theme. The small author of the article starts from a small place and highlights his own growth process by describing the "moment when the speech was successful". This article successfully uses a large number of psychological descriptions, highlighting the psychological changes of "me" in growth, and at the same time making good use of environmental descriptions, setting off the mood of "me" at that time.
Hometown 20 years later
Maoming No. 2 Primary School Class 5 (2) Wu Tianhui
Number: 220610 Instructor: Peng Zhuolian
I haven't been back to my hometown for over 20 years, and today I'm back home with excitement.
When I came to the gate of my hometown, I walked in and found that the road with a lot of garbage and smell was gone, the potholed path became a flat road, and there was a row of high-tech street lights next to the road, which could remove the garbage odor, and it was also solar energy, which did not cost electricity.
Come to the side of the small river, the small river is clear, the river is lined with trees, the fragrance of the flowers, the incense floats for ten miles, and the birds chirp and sing in the trees, which has become a beautiful picture!
When I came to the village, the ruins of the village turned into an orchard, and the red apple looked really tempting. At this time, the robot came up to me and said, "Sir, try the apples I planted!" "I tasted it, it was so sweet!
The grass houses in the village are gone and have become high-rise buildings; the tricycles in the village are gone, they have become high-tech cars, they can fly in the sky, they can walk underground, and they can swim in the water; the buildings are now equipped with fingerprint locks, and they are no longer afraid of not seeing things; and...
Hometown has changed so much, I love you, my hometown!
Teacher Peng Zhuolian commented:
This is an imaginary composition, the small author can reasonably imagine the hometown twenty years later, the imagination is extremely rich, the full text is clear, the sentence is fluent, and the contrast between the present and the hometown twenty years later highlights the small author's love for the hometown after the twenties.
Reading "Journey to the West" has a feeling
Maoming No.2 Primary School Class 5 (1) Zhang Wenbo
Number: 220601 Instructor: Luo Jinzhen
After reading the book "Journey to the West", I was deeply affected by the stories and tribulations of the four masters and apprentices.
The author of "Journey to the West" is Wu Cheng'en, which mainly tells the story of the four masters and apprentices who took the scriptures from the Western Heavens and went through 9981 difficulties and finally obtained the true scriptures. The four masters and apprentices are: Tang Monk, Sun Wukong, Pig Eight Precepts, and Sand Monk. Whenever Tang Monk was captured by the youkai, Sun Wukong would divide his work and cooperate, telling Pig Eight Precepts and Sha Monk to stay in place to protect himself, he himself went to catch the youkai, and when Sun Wukong found that he could not fight, he would call two disciples to fight the monster together to save Tang Monk, and knew how to work together. In addition, on the way to learn the scriptures, they encountered many demons, but the four masters and apprentices never gave up until they obtained the true scriptures.
After watching it, I thought of a text drama performance in a language class.
That day, the teacher asked us to perform a textbook play. Because our group was not fully prepared, we could only harden our heads. After going up, the performance was not very smooth, and our group members felt that the performance was not ideal. After the end, I thought about it carefully, and the reason why our group's performance was not ideal this time was: First, we did not have a clear division of labor. Secondly, we did not have sufficient communication on topics. Again, before the show, we didn't do enough run-in practice. It is these three points that make us not perform this textbook drama well. Now, through the analysis of the causes, I am even more convinced that only by uniting can things be made better. At the same time, we must not forget to persevere, because only perseverance can succeed.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but open this "Journey to the West" to absorb more nutrition.
Teacher Luo Jinzhen commented:
This article is rigorously structured, first summarizing the content of an article that I like to read, and then describing my own enlightenment, and on this basis, combined with my own experience, make the feeling of "unity" real and profound.
The sweetest word
Maoming City No. 2 Primary School Class 5 (3) Ke Jielin
Number: 220612 Instructor: Wu Yannu
There are many people in this world who have touched me. But the person who touched me the most was far away, close at hand, and that was my mother. Maybe it touched a button in my head, and the memory was like a speeding train, crashing into my mind...
A stormy night has never been so terrible.
The heavy rain that lasted from morning to afternoon did not mean to weaken in the slightest, and the thick rain line slammed heavily on the ground, tearing open the sky curtain, and the gray darkness enveloped Maoming early. It just so happened that my mother had something important to do and had to go home alone today, and I couldn't help but sigh. Fearing that the rain would continue to get heavier, as soon as the bell rang at the end of class, I ran alone in the direction of home in the direction of the strong wind. The road is surrounded by vehicles picking up children from class, and it has long been waterlogged, watching the students running into their parents' umbrellas on the road, there is a little longing in their hearts. Suddenly, through the rain curtain I saw a vague figure, it was the mother! I ran quickly toward my mother, who obviously saw me too, and she walked quickly toward me. She couldn't help but use her hands to block the air intake of her coat, and her mother's coat was also wet with rain. "Mom, didn't you say you wouldn't come and pick me up?" I'm confused. "It's raining so much, what if something happens to you?" Let's go, let's go home. "At that moment, it was like a fire rushing into my heart, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. Along the way, we talked and laughed, and I felt that the footsteps were so brisk, as if the raindrops were also rejoicing for us...
"The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's shirt is clothed." The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late. Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui. "Whenever I read this poem, I think of my great mother. I don't remember my mother when I was a naughty boy, she is no longer young, and the inexorable wrinkles climb up her forehead and write about the passage of time. In the morning, I just picked up my school bag, and my mother hurriedly walked in and said, "Remember to eat breakfast, don't buy snacks to eat!" I replied, "Oh oh oh!" Just opened the door, the mother said: "Be careful on the road, cross the road to pay attention to watch the car..." This sound has been unclear how much, before always felt the mother long-winded, but think carefully, in this ordinary small thing, does not contain the mother's deep feelings? The vicissitudes of the years have robbed our mother of her youth, holding her mother's warm hands, which are the hands that our mother pulled us to grow up. Looking at the wrinkled face of the mother, it is a testimony to the lifelong work for the children!
Gibran once said: The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother."
Mother's love is silent, mother's love is traceless, and mother's love has no boundaries. Mother, you touched me!
Wu Yan female teacher comments:
The characteristics of this study are that the selection of materials is appropriate, the character image is relatively plump, the writing is flesh and blood, and the author can go deeper through typical examples to highlight the mother's care for her daughter, and the language is simple and full of affection.
Mimosa
Maoming No. 2 Primary School Class 5 (2) Yu Xiaoting
Number: 220605 Instructor: Peng Zhuolian
I have a big mimosa downstairs, which I like very much, and when I have time, I will come downstairs to "visit" her.
Mimosa, as delicate as her name. The emerald green leaves overlapped the other, and the layers were clear, like woven shuttles. I touched the leaf lightly with my hand, and the leaf was immediately like a girl shyly using a handkerchief to half-cover up the cute little face. The mimosa at the time of flowering is particularly beautiful, a small flower of lilac, a small flower, pink purple and pink purple, as if like a small ball of light color. Touch it, soft, very sexy! The most charming thing is the touch of fragrance, light and light, like a young girl walking by and leaving a burst of fragrance, which will not disperse for a long time.
A few weeks later, when I buried my head in the sea, I suddenly remembered the big mimosa downstairs. I ran downstairs in a hurry, but I was surprised that the mimosa had grown more and more luxuriantly. The mimosa seemed to be angry with me like a little girl, and she seemed to be saying, "Hmm, it's been so long since you came to see me." I hurriedly said to her, "Cute mimosa, I'm sorry!" ”。
Time is like running water, and the mimosa grows better and better every day. Life is still rushing like water, and the fragrance of mimosas downstairs fills my room.
oh! What a charming fragrance!
Teacher Peng Zhuolian commented:
The small author of this article uses anthropomorphic techniques to describe the mimosa vividly, the words and sentences are appropriate and decent, the scenery is born with emotion, and the scenes are blended, showing the little author's love for mimosa.
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Edit | Liang Huijuan Intern Lin Xiaojun
Preliminary examination | Guo Ruixiang
Final Review | Zhu Wujun
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