The future school is an online school. Each classroom 1.50 square meters, and each class has a desktop area of 7 square meters, with an advanced "Golden Eagle" computer on it.
When the teacher speaks Chinese, students only need to look at the computer, because the paragraphs, explanations and central ideas spoken by the teacher are all input into the computer, and there is no need for manual input. As soon as the computer hears the sound, it immediately inputs what the teacher said into the "brain", and the computer will save it for you without doing it yourself. In this way, students don't have to take notes in textbooks. Blackboards, textbooks and other school supplies will be eliminated. In addition, students can answer questions through the computer, which is very convenient.
In math class, as long as the teacher says the questions once, many math problems will appear on the computer screen immediately, and you can solve them on the computer. If you have a problem that you can't learn, the computer can teach you until you learn it. If you finish the questions, press "OK" on the keyboard, and the computer will tell you which questions are right and which are wrong.
It will be more convenient for students to go to art class. Just tell the computer what you want to draw, and many such pictures will appear on the screen for your reference. When drawing, if you make a mistake, you don't need the "cleaner" on the computer-the eraser. Just press the "Modify" button and the computer will ask you what you want to modify. You tell it, the wrong place disappears in a blink of an eye.
In music class, the teacher doesn't have to teach you to sing. Just tell the computer what songs you want to learn, and the computer will teach you sentence by sentence. If you sing wrong, it will correct you patiently.
It's time for activity class. Just tell the computer that it's time for activity class, and it will take you to the playground in an instant. You can have fun on the playground. What ferris wheel, adventure boat, roller coaster, crazy mouse … are all waiting for you to play. After class, the computer will remind you and then send you back to the classroom from the place you just visited.
Not only in class, but also it is convenient for you to do your homework. You can write on the computer. When you are not paying attention, the computer will tell you to "write with your heart". At the same time, teachers can also correct homework on the computer, and even let the computer correct homework.
How magical the future school will be and how happy the children will be!
2. Write a story "Future Me" Future Me
In the future, I will live on a planet called "Star of Hope". The atmosphere of this planet has been oxidized to be suitable for human survival, so I don't need to wear protective clothing when I go out, but the gravity of the "Star of Hope" is greatly reduced. People jump forward like rabbits when they go out, and they can jump ten meters. This undoubtedly brings people closer together. I live on such a planet.
We bid farewell to the era of learning, but also stay away from the troubles of diseases, because in maternal embryos, medical geneticists abandoned the disease-causing genes with leading technology, and at the same time implanted some basic knowledge of disciplines into the memory bank of the brain. The only thing to learn is to bring these basic knowledge to the extreme through thinking. So what I need to do every day is to get together with other friends and explore the secrets and spaces in the universe that we don't know yet. In this era, wealth and pursuit are incompatible with our beliefs. The wealth we strive for is clean water, fresh air and endless pursuit of truth. People are so affectionate that they always feel that it is so long to meet each other. Through our thoughts and eye contact, language is an "art" of this era. When we want to listen, we can enjoy it in the community visual memory area, because it belongs to an ancient language, so sacred and mysterious. These are the enjoyment of our spare time. If you don't like such an ancient art form, you can go to the art hall to enjoy the ancient works of art, where there are billions of years of paintings on the earth, which are simple but historic.
In our time, only humans are left, and other ancient birds and animals are extinct. Our memory and understanding can only be inspired by the specimens in the Paleontological Museum. My spare time is to introduce these species to people who come to the museum every day to learn about paleontology. In fact, I have never seen them alive with my own eyes. We tried to revive these species through genes, but the consequence of doing so was the disaster of the Tianyuan Memorial Day, and all the revived species became conscious and aggressive. These species compete with humans for limited living space and living materials. After nearly 100 million years of fierce fighting, mankind finally won and stopped these species. Animals are always animals, they have no human sympathy and human thinking.
Everyone has their own dreams. My dream is to be an excellent construction engineer.
Under the guidance of my teacher, I traveled through time and space by time train and came to the future world. The train was completely white, the automatic door of the train opened, and we entered the time-space train. I sat by the window of the train. The train started, and the speed was getting faster and faster. I will soon reach the age of 15, 20, 25, and be successful. The train stopped in front of our company.
My office building is designed by myself, with 40 floors. This building is a pink arc building with unique and elegant shape. My office is on 18 floor. I took the elevator to the office and opened the door. A big boss's desk appeared in front of me. There is a computer on the desktop. There are many flowers, chrysanthemums, lotus flowers and osmanthus flowers beside the computer. There is a big bookcase opposite the office, which contains many books on architecture, many manuscripts of my own design, and a gold trophy, which is mine. I am very excited to see this trophy.
After seeing my office, I reluctantly left here, boarded the time-space train and returned to reality.
4. My 500-word composition Impression of the Spring Festival in the future In this season of less snow and warmer weather, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face.
Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed. As the year draws near, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood gradually fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, jiaozi and lucky money, nor do we expect to grow up by one year and gain more knowledge 10%. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as people suddenly realize that age is getting older and responsibility is at a critical juncture.
Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write a nostalgic article, which has long lost its elegance. Like a host, talk about this year's major events, feel the past and present, think about the future, just to win the praise of supporters and applaud.
If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days of the year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that kind of expectation and agitation, and get some subtle satisfaction outside the programs of eating, drinking, visiting relatives and friends.
Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past.
However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy. Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking.
The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year.
People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach.
I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual. I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.
Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. Our continuous replication, evolution and development from generation to generation make them brilliant, and online publicity makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy. Yes, we are old and feel the vicissitudes of the world.
This year's Spring Festival is copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart, and the rest may be something that can be called beautiful, but once? There is no place for us there. Is illusory. I have to repeat it when I know it is false, and I have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children. I can't grow old, I'm afraid it's just the innocence of childhood. I spent a very interesting Christmas in the snowy New Year.
Listen carefully, the pace of the new year is approaching. Looking at the east, I just arrived in Chiang Kai-shek late and the sun was shining. We politely called him: Hello in the New Year! In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we have struggled, made progress, succeeded and failed.
Our laughter, loss, confusion and confusion have all turned into beautiful memories. As Pushkin said in his poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia."
Isn't it? New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year's Day is the first milestone of time. On this day, we are thinking more about the future. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are looming ahead, waving to us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness.
As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of fatigue and pain, and went through the storm without hesitation. The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk by the path full of petals, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, and the green wheat fields in the spring breeze in the north and west ... Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still whistling, for the promise I made to myself in my heart, for the eternal hope and beauty. Forward ... Standing on the snow-white starting line of the new year, towards tomorrow, towards the red sun rising in Ran Ran in the East, let's release the white dove in our hearts and say a sincere tunnel with a lily-like mood in full bloom; Happy new year! ! ! On the lively New Year's morning, the weather is clear, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the white clouds are white and soft, as pure as washed.
Today's weather is good, accompany grandpa to visit relatives! Hehe, grandpa came today. Also take grandma, cousin, menstruation.
Of course I'm happy (maybe there will be gains, hee hee! ~~)。 "Ah ha ha, hello grandpa, hello grandma, happy New Year!" As soon as my relatives arrived, I sold my mouth: "Congratulations on making a fortune, the financial resources are rolling, and the red envelope will follow!" " Hey! "My grandparents couldn't stand my actions and took out red envelopes one after another:" Well, here you are! """Thank you, grandparents. You are so lucky this year!" After that, I "fled back to my room" and put away the red envelope.
After the reunion dinner, we watched TV together. It's 9 o'clock. Dad seems to have forgotten something. He took something out of the room.
"Come on, grandma, dad, Xiaochao (my cousin), your profit is money, hehe!" Dad smiled and gave money. Waiting for relatives.
5. My 500-word future composition looks forward to the future. "Don't wait until one thousand years later, everyone has forgotten me. This is a desert of red dusk. Who can solve the loneliness of the old Millennium ... "Whenever I hear JJ Lin's comfortable voice and melodious songs and music, sometimes I can't help but think," What is my future? Whether full of ups and downs, or full of joy; Is it full of success or failure? " This topic is too far away. The future is so far away from me. When it comes to the future, it can only appear in my fantasy. When I was reading Yilin, I accidentally thought of the word "writer". It is very eye-catching to see articles published by writers and masters in reading reports. I tried to write several articles and contributed. One of them was published in a newspaper, and there was a contribution fee. I write articles to make money. Now I want to be a writer, not for money and fame, but because writing articles is my interest. I like writing articles. I once saw the sixth Harry Potter book in the bookstore, and when I opened it, it was all in English. I haven't even finished reading one side, so I can't continue my study. My English level is not bad. But from that day on, my English level was not bad. Because of my strong interest and curiosity in English, I was forced to translate articles and become a translator when I grew up. Because the first two times came to me suddenly, being a doctor is a career I have wanted since primary school. Doctors are to save lives, alleviate the suffering of others, and turn people who have lost their sight into people who have seen again. Turn people on the verge of death into reborn people; Turn a miserable person into a happy person. All this stems from the fact that doctors have a pair of clever brains and dexterous hands. In the future, I don't know whether my future is bright or dark, success or failure, full of risks or rain or shine. But one thing, my future is brilliant! Cherish the present and look forward to the future! As time goes by, it's not just this fantastic and beautiful summer ... but also these wonderful memories, with you, with her, those innocent and lovely stories, the departure of summer ... This story is doomed to have no ending ... Maybe many years later, I will play back this wonderful past in my mind and realize how naive I was ... Those friends ... This fairy tale past is very clear in my memory. Time, a nuisance, always changes a lot quietly ... Maybe I'm still ignorant, but all my friends around me are mature ... I'm still reckless and naive ... If I suddenly grow up one night, I realize that the fairy tale era is so precious ... It's a pity that I can't save that precious time any more ... All I can do now is cherish the present. Look forward to tomorrow. I saw a Sunday morning in the future, and I was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Suddenly, there was no program on TV, but an amiable grandfather appeared. He told me that he was an old man in time and space and could take me across time tunnel to find me in the future. I nodded involuntarily and said, "OK, OK, what will I look like in the future?" I told him. With excitement, fear and curiosity, I followed my grandfather to the time sports car. When I got on the bus, I suddenly felt darkness in front of me. It was a long time before I slowly opened my eyes. In front of me are rows of tall and gorgeous buildings. I am already the director of a medical research institute. I am a doctor who saves lives. My institute specializes in incurable diseases. Leukemia is almost countless. I saved the cancer patient from death. I used the newly developed drugs to do clinical experiments on my grandfather. Unexpected things appeared, and grandpa, who was suffering from lung cancer and dying, miraculously "resurrected". Later, I promoted this medicine, which was used by many patients and had a good effect. This made me famous in this area. I have made detailed diagnosis and treatment for many patients from afar. I will waive their medical expenses. Looking at the happy smiles of the recovered patients and their families, the feeling of happiness rippled in my heart ... Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I opened my eyes and opened the door, and my mother came back from work. I watched TV again, and there was nothing unusual in the TV program as usual. I realize that this is just an illusion, but I wander in my mind.
6. My two-month summer vacation is coming to an end.
Opening the backpack of memory, I began to look through it. What did you bring? What did you throw away? What will it bring back? July is sunny but not too hot, and summer has just been born.
At the end of the month, I will go to Xiangfan to take the violin level 10 exam. After that, I embarked on a journey to Ningbo.
With a faint expectation, a little uneasy. There may be many other things that follow me unconsciously.
Looking at the rain in August, the sun began to heat up. Ningbo is in the coastal area of Zhejiang.
Here, the summer rain is not as much as I am used to in Jiangnan water town. It often doesn't rain for a long time.
The weather is getting hotter every day. Occasionally, a typhoon landed and swept through the rainstorm, and it was gone in two or three days.
Although I like sunny weather very much, it is only in the biting winter. On the contrary, in summer, I prefer stormy days.
Accustomed to the rainy days in my hometown for three days, it often rains, but it is definitely different from the rain here. Here, I saw a storm that I had never seen before.
It seems that it is not raining, but the powder dancing wildly all over the sky. However, when you look closer, it is a silver needle, about eight centimeters long, dense and flying all over the sky.
In this storm, the tree swayed and danced wildly, absorbing the fountain of life. Or, it gave in, gave in to this terrible storm.
The storm, the powder dancing wildly all over the sky, is the extraordinary power of nature! Standing on the balcony, the wind is blowing. It makes me feel cold in this hot summer.
As long as you don't have to go out, the stormy days are actually very beautiful. Hiding at home, listening to the crackling rain outside the window, listening to the sound of the wind shaking the leaves of the trunk and crashing.
What I feel is not fear and panic, but the warmth and beauty of home. Storm, dancing powder all over the sky, is the warmth and magic of home! "Let the storm come more violently!" Summer in Jinan is in sunny August.
In mid-August, I went to Jinan, which is very warm in winter, the Jinan called Quancheng, and Jinan that Gan Long and Xia met. When we arrived, it rained heavily, very, very heavily.
Really fell from the sky. This is no longer a powder flying all over the sky, but a torrent of milky way water pouring down.
Even with an umbrella, I was soaked to the skin. Jinan, as gentle as the kind old man described by Lao She, gave me such a grand gift! In the street, the rain overflowed to a height of about 15 cm, which flooded the feet of pedestrians.
Deep water even flooded the calf. The car was driving in the street, and the tires were covered with long waves.
Summer in Jinan seems very violent. The lost beauty happened in a holiday villa, rolling hills.
It's really boring that I didn't bring my homework, and there's nothing to entertain myself except TV.
I walked out of the guest room, ready to look around. I'm studying the empty vending machine by the swimming pool.
But I heard an immature voice calling me "Sister". It was a chubby little girl with a chubby face and big eyes as bright as black pearls.
She pointed to two little white cats beside her. "Can you bring them something to eat? They are starving. " She seems to have a natural charm.
Being a complete stranger to her, I immediately ran upstairs and brought her some fish fillets. Watching the kitten eat there bit by bit, I walked away.
After a while, she came running again. "Come on, let's go there." I stood still because I didn't quite understand.
"What, you prefer cats to dogs?" This sentence made me understand. She took my hand before I could say anything. "Come on, let's go and see the puppy over there."
That little hand is really warm. I stood by and watched them comb the puppy's hair, feeling that I really had nothing to do and seemed to be out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.
So I ran away. Looking at my elongated shadow under the street lamp, I suddenly realized: I lost something-a long time ago.
It's already August 13 in a hurry. The trip to Jinan is over.
I seem to get a lot of laughter, but I think more should be all kinds of beautiful emotions. Sitting on the train back to Hangzhou, I suddenly realized that time was in a hurry-three quarters of my summer vacation life had passed.
So, how should I face the upcoming life of Grade Two? Liang Ming went home, and I thought a lot. For example, what the monk said when drawing lots at the parents' temple.
This made me rethink myself-I don't believe in Buddhism and I don't believe in God. But I still care about what he said, "I didn't spend all my energy on my study."
Maybe. I should work harder and concentrate more.
There are still two years before the senior high school entrance examination. In the first semester of senior one, I talked to a friend about my future plans.
He said he wanted to take the middle school attached to Normal University, and I said I wanted to take a pass for the fifth middle school. This year is the day of his senior high school entrance examination.
His dream was shattered. Although it is also the focus of the city, it is still somewhat unsatisfactory.
So, what about me? In 2009, when I walked into my entrance examination room, what kind of mood would it be? Have an answer? Or is it full of panic? Perhaps, its decision will be made in the next two years. In an instant, suddenly enlightened.
I finally understand how to go in the future. How should I measure my gains and losses?
The past has become history, and I want to welcome the future with a new look. The return ticket has been booked. It's for the evening of the 28th.
Taking stock of the past, everything is clear. What I bring: expectation, loneliness, hesitation, self-distrust and self-indulgence.
Discard: loneliness, hesitation, self-distrust, self-indulgence. What will it bring back: self-confidence, hope, sentiment and strength.
It's still a little regrettable. After all, what was lost a long time ago can never be found again.
Conclusion The road ahead may be more difficult. But I will go straight ahead.
7. My future composition 600 words My future
I like science very much. When I grow up, I must be a scientist, take a rocket to observe in space and invent something useful to everyone.
When I am free, I like reading science books. Science books are very interesting. That day, I took them out of my schoolbag after I finished my homework. I saw the joints of our ears, from the head to the neck, and even the joints of the whole body. I haven't been bored after watching it many times. But sometimes I think I must be a scientist, but sometimes I gradually feel that I can't be a scientist.
One day I went downstairs to play in the canteen with my little sister. I asked this question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" She said, "What about you?" I looked up and said, "I want to be a scientist." She said, "I'm going to work!" " "I said," what a great dream. "
Once again, when I went up the stairs at school, I met my classmates. I still asked the question: "What is your ideal?" She replied, "I want to be a doctor." I often ask people this way, and they either answer the police or the teacher ... The more I listen, the more I feel that I can't be a scientist. I got good grades in my first year of high school, so I was full of confidence in scientists. I was full of confidence in my second year of high school, but I gradually lost confidence in my third year of high school.
In the third grade, I didn't get 100 as before, so I couldn't get the teacher's praise. What the teacher said in class went in one ear and out the other. The teacher said that all the students in our class have sharp turns in their brains. I often write typos in Chinese; Carelessness in mathematics; There is nothing wrong with English, which rarely appears.
I want to be a scientist. If I have no knowledge, I dare not even think about it. So I'm in the fourth grade now, and it's only been a week since I started school. It's not too late for me to study hard. I wrote "study hard and make progress every day" on the blackboard. I have a look every day. I must study hard and make progress every day. In order to realize their dreams.