Time is like a song. Unconsciously, the days are long, but what happened yesterday seems to be vivid. Endless laughter and tears swallowed up the beating heart. I tried to remember, but when I looked back, this person and this thing were no longer blurred. The lost years are as beautiful as songs, the gripping melody touches the heartstrings, and the beautiful notes jump in front of us. I stretched out my hand to hold it in my hand, but they played hide-and-seek with me like a group of naughty children.
I remember when I first entered junior high school, I was as happy as a bird. I flew in the sky with open arms on campus, and occasionally I was lost and injured, but I couldn't stop my young and uplifting heart. Slowly, I found that I was not alone, and I had many "buddies" and "girlfriends" around me unconsciously. They cried and laughed with me, and appeared by my side when I needed help most, helping me out. At that time, we were like a group of little lunatics, playing whenever we wanted, and making trouble whenever we wanted. The sky is falling, and people who are taller than us support us and care nothing. Maybe the past was too reckless. When their backs gradually disappeared in the last glow of the sunset, I realized that my heart was empty.
At that time, we didn't care about anything, just always felt happy. What impressed me the most was that experience, which was the secret in our hearts at that time.
It was a rally that day, and we all planned to go out for a stroll. We have been staring at the school gate all morning. Finally, when the class was over, we ran to the campus like crazy. Haha, what a beautiful day. There was only one teacher at the door, so we sneaked out by taking advantage of the fire! We had enough fun, and when we came back, we found the door closed and the canteen owner wouldn't let us in. Alas, there were twenty or thirty students in our class at that time, and this was not the way to do it. We finally decided to climb over the wall! I ran to the playground and chose a place with a mound. Several boys jumped over to meet me, and the rest had to stay behind. Fortunately, the wall was not high. One, two, three ... a minute passed. Finally, with desperate efforts, they landed safely, and then rushed to the classroom ... shortness of breath ... quiet ... and burst into laughter, haha ~ The whole class was immersed in a happy atmosphere-it was successful! Although it is not a glorious thing, and it also violates the school rules and regulations, we don't care. Instead, it precipitated more happiness and memories.
"I open my diary and sort out my broken feelings, but I don't know why, but I don't remember anything ..." Whenever this song rings in my ear, those lost days seem to flow backwards in the long river of years and wash away in my heart for a long time. ...
Time is like a song. Silent years, such as mercury, fall from the fingertips. So gentle, like the night retreating into dusk, quietly taking away silky memories. Open your hands, you can't see the trace of time passing, and the harmonious rhythm rings in your ears. Time used to be a song.
Silent years, such as mercury sliding down your fingertips. So gentle, like the night retreating into dusk, quietly taking away silky memories. Open your hands, you can't see the trace of time passing, and the harmonious rhythm rings in your ears. Time used to be a song.
"Ding-dong, Ding-dong ..." Song-like years resounded through the night like a clear spring. Yesterday's autumn wind and autumn rain filled my mind instantly. I have insomnia every night. What should I do? Laugh to death. "The world is big, where is my place?" Years, years, stop the rhythm of your playing and give me a moment to think deeply, so that I can fully understand whether to choose life or let life dominate us and look back. Year after year, every moment you walked, every step I walked, never left a trace.
It's like singing and vibrating the eardrum, so it's thought-provoking, but there's no trace to be found. What I remember is only the melody that shocks my soul.
"There is always sunshine after the storm, and there is always clear sky behind the dark clouds ..." Years echoed in the blue sky like a song, just like a sentence awakened the dreamer. The vague memories of the past disappeared in an instant. Bathed in the breeze, how to sail and sail in every short day. Smile and be confident. Even though the years are like songs, I still feel the notes beating. Years, years, let me surpass myself and pursue my dreams. In the cold winter, looking at the Dream Palace, year after year, every second you beat, every footprint I step out, is shining with warm sunshine.
It's like a melody, echoing in my ears. So tempting and considerate, gently brushed my cheek. I feel that the years are refreshing my memory, and that wonderful song is always provoking.
There is a feeling that it is wonderful; There is a tacit understanding, called tacit understanding; There is a yearning, called endless; There is a feeling that the years are like songs.
Time is like a song, stirring my heart!
Time is like a song. Time is like a song. Life is like a dream. At the end of the song, I woke up from my dream, leaving only good memories.
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Three years passed in a hurry, like running water, silently, without a trace, causing ripples and opening an ancient song, just in front of us. Looking at the past days seems to be yesterday. Now there seems to be countless silk threads in students' eyes, which can't be sorted out and kept cutting. I want to say it together, but I don't know where to start, but I will definitely remember "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor."
Think about it, the leisurely life of the first grade is still fresh in my memory.
In the autumn when the wind is light and the clouds are light, we gently walked into the school gate of junior high school and started a new journey. The relaxed junior high school life makes us get to know each other and get together in happiness, and the evening self-study in senior one makes us happy and excited. Before evening self-study, we always dragged our new friends around the playground, talking about this for a while, talking about Doby for a while, smiling and leisurely, until the bell rang, they returned to their seats uneasily, and actually started a "concert" in the classroom, forcing the monitor to play the long-lost "Lion Roar", which temporarily extinguished the spark of excitement.
Happy days always pass so quickly that they pass in a blink of an eye, leaving this unforgettable happy music.
Think about it, the youth life of the second grade seems to be yesterday.
It's another autumn with high skies and light clouds. Those smiling faces look familiar, but they are unfamiliar. In the past, the playground of "yellow sand" has become a lawn as vibrant as the outside and the inside, and we no longer have the heart to trample on it. By the second day of junior high school, there was no evening study. We have no place or time, and gradually "speak the same language". We are all alienated, far away. Sometimes I wonder: do people like the new and hate the old ... but time has given me the answer I want: indifference is temporary and friendship is long-lasting; Misunderstandings are gray, but memories are beautiful. Friendship is as mellow as wine. Although it is full of loneliness when it is old, the fragrance is enough to smell ten miles at the moment of opening.
Life in the second day of junior high school is like a deep tune, deep and excellent.
Think about it, the stressful life in grade three is full of vitality!
It's still autumn, but it seems that summer is not over yet, and the hot and tense atmosphere has not dissipated. There are also a flood of exams that make people unprepared. A "wise man" said: "The monthly exam is a piece of cake, the middle school entrance exam is ordinary, the final exam is luxurious, and the middle school entrance exam is full of Chinese and Korean." As soon as the exam arrived, we got busy: let's have a "last-minute magic knife" first. As the saying goes, "sharpening a knife does not mistake a woodcutter." Alas, let's make a psychological comfort prayer: "God, bless your children in bad karma, and the test paper should not be too difficult." Amen. " As a result, the test paper was handed out, and there was only one word "dizzy". Man is iron, rice is steel, and he was so hungry that he didn't eat a meal. But this "rice" is too hard to swallow? It may be "indigestion", so there is no way but to "wipe your head and bow your head". Our fighting spirit was completely inspired by the "Man-Han Banquet" and we were full of energy, which also pushed the song "Years" to a climax and was full of passion.
Time is like a song, like a cheerful song, which reminds me of the past. Time is like a song, like an astringent old song, which makes me understand that bitterness is also an essential seasoning for life; Time is like a song, like a rock music, full of energy and confidence.
Finally, I send you a bunch of forget-me-not grass. Its flower language is: Please don't forget me.
Please don't forget me, please don't forget the past, cherish it. Let's join hands, March towards a better future and sing the songs of the years!
Time is like a song. Dawn and crescent moon alternate, and the time of the day slips away from your fingertips.
I still remember that in the summer of 20xx, I bid farewell to junior high school and entered high school with my parents' expectations, and embarked on this road of special significance to my life. All this was yesterday, but looking back, how many years have passed and how much bitterness and sweetness we have tasted.
Looking back on the past days, I am happy in that vibrant campus. There is my satisfaction and my sadness. That campus has witnessed all my ups and downs in the past three years.
From acquaintance to acquaintance, I have established a profound friendship with my class. When we used to play games together, we had a good time together; We once met together, when our class ranked first in the math exam; We once regretted it together when we lost the basketball game. Many moved, still yesterday; Many happiness has become a distant memory. Sighing that time is in a hurry, no matter how much you give up, you can't leave the footprint of time.
I vaguely remember the full moon night, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the first Mid-Autumn Festival that I didn't spend at home. The students are sitting in the classroom, eating the moon cakes in their hands and having a good time. Looking at January in the sky, I was deeply touched. Yes, even if I am not with my parents, I am very happy with my classmates. These people will stay with you for three years.
I still remember that at that time, you were timid and particularly insecure. You have to hold on to someone all the time, as if you were about to lose your dependence.
As a deskmate, I naturally become your natural support and go in and out with you. But maybe my personality is a little extreme. I like to be quiet when I am depressed, so I want to bury myself in the homework pile for a while. But you whispered in my ear again, so I began to alienate you from my heart, seemingly lukewarm to you.
Gradually, there are fewer words between us, and you rarely need my company wherever you go. When I finally remembered our happiness, you were gone, and I became a lonely bird, surrounded by loneliness.
I realized that I have only a handful of friends because of my personality. Well, I try to change, try to be considerate of people around me, try to be less angry, and try to find our friendship back.
I give in to you. After class, relax with you outside; Physical education class, we go to class together; At dinner, we held hands. ...
That time, I was busy handing in my math homework and I was very happy. Thank you for coming back to me and holding my hand again. I finally don't have to hand in my homework twice.
I still remember Bian's Broken Chapter: You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Now, you not only decorate my dreams, but also light up my life.
I still remember that a naughty classmate broke the classroom clock. When the teacher asked who broke it, the whole class was silent. Even if many people saw it, no one stood up and said. No one told us not to talk, but we all chose silence. There is no reason, and we don't know why. Our first reaction is to choose to escape. In those frivolous and willful years, we may have done many wrong things, many things that make teachers and parents have a headache. But they all chose to forgive. Thank them for their understanding.
In retrospect, we have come too far, and it is time to grow up and be sensible.
Time is like a song, like a cheerful song, which reminds me of the past. Time is like a song, like an astringent old song, which makes me understand that suffering is also a good seasoning for life; Time is like a song, like a rock pop song, full of energy and confidence. Let's sing for the lost years!
Time is like a song. In a blink of an eye, the three-year study life in junior high school is coming to an end. Looking back on the past years, we have experienced too many difficulties and obstacles, paid too much hardships and efforts, and had too much happiness and sadness ... In the face of all this, we can't help but sigh: time is like a song!
Time is like a song. In these three years, we have woven a series of gorgeous rainbows and let ourselves walk freely in the dream sky. In the three years of study and life, we have learned humility, cherish and appreciate. In these three years of study and life, we have had friendship, family affection and teacher-student relationship, and we also have some anxiety of "Don't wait for leisure, the teenager's head is white and his heart is sad". Therefore, we work harder and strive for a better life. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song!
Time is like a song. In these three years, we are like a small river, let ourselves flow into the river and join the class collective in this ocean. In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, to face and to struggle. We have learned that there are still many difficulties for us to face. In the process of flowing, our river will be blocked by stones and intercepted by aquatic plants. However, no difficulty can stop our passionate pursuit, and we have the perseverance to "insist on the castle peak and not relax". Therefore, we are always ready to accept the challenge and work hard to reach the other side of success. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song!
Time is like a song. In these three years, we painted a series of sunset clouds, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and let ourselves shine more beautifully in the haze. In these three years of life, we have learned to express ourselves, adapt to and look forward to the future. In these three years of life, we know that the sunset glow can only release its brilliance when the sun goes down. So in these three years, we tried our best to display our wisdom and show our talents. We understand that life is still a long way off and there are more challenges waiting for us. We need to work harder, as the song goes: "I just found the difference between dream and reality, and let myself experience every feeling against the wind, just like seeing the fable of tears and joy on this day." I want to chase the perfect world: I still want to fly, flying very high and far in my world. " Therefore, we strive to draw a better blueprint for life. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song!
Time is like a song, expressing enthusiasm and singing joy ... We feel that the junior high school life in these three years is very beautiful and happy, and we sigh: Time is like a song?
Time is like a song. Some people say that junior high school life is like a boy's big step, full of endless pride and timeless elegance. In my eyes, my junior high school students are like a symphony with only six words: hone? Testing? Challenge.
Tempering is always accompanied by opportunities. Six years of hard study at the cold window finally paid off. Until last September, I finally stepped into the door of Qiushi Middle School and took the second step in my life. Seeking truth is the basis of cultivating talents, and they appreciate talents. Here, seeking truth has taught me a lot about being a man and enriched my life experience.
Test is more tiring than tempering, but it often gains more. I am the monitor, in charge of class affairs. While managing others, I must do better than others in order to make others believe in me as the monitor. Usually, I devote myself to class work and have a serious and responsible attitude, so I often work late for the tasks assigned by the school, but this is a test for myself. I believe that the long-term test will make me invincible and let me shine among the stars forever.
There are tests, tests and, of course, challenges, especially challenging yourself. Because challenges are tests that have been honed and tested.
Seeking truth is a good school in sifang district and a place where experts gather. If you have a master, life in junior high school will be more challenging and exciting. Driven by the pressure, the students are all involved in the intense review, and the competition will be more confusing. Who will win is still unknown. I will also devote myself to various competitions and exams with a positive attitude, so as to reap my efforts and sweat.
On the stage of junior high school life, we all show ourselves heartily. I may not be the brightest among the stars, but I will still shine my own unique light. My junior high school life will be full of wind and rain and sunshine!
Time is like a song. "The moon is full of wind and rain, and people have joys and sorrows." The hurried years shortened the days when we met. However, I can't forget Class Two in junior high school. In my mind, this is synonymous with home. It makes me happy and warm. Looking back on the past, I can remember it vividly. ...
In Class (2), there is my beloved teacher. Do you remember that in order to let us learn to be human beings and become modest gentlemen, our beloved teachers tried their best to give us guidance on the correct life path; Do you still remember that in order for us to master the knowledge of culture and science and become the pillars of society, our beloved teacher worked hard day and night, sometimes standing on the platform even if he was sick. They have no regrets about their efforts, and their spirit is earth-shattering. But now we have to part. Facing this cruel reality, my heart hurts.
In Class (2), I have my dear classmates. Do you remember that in order to win the ideal progress and climb the top of scientific mountains, we are United and help each other hand in hand, regardless of you and me; Do you remember that in class, we read aloud and laughed quietly; Do you remember that in the sports field, we fought hard and sprinted hard? Do you still remember giving up yourself to help poor students ... dear classmates, you are my unforgettable friends in this life. Wherever I go, I will remember the warm years we have gone through.
It didn't last long. Three years have passed. The reality of "parting" pursues us mercilessly, which makes our hearts extremely heavy.
All good things must come to an end. After our separation, I will definitely take a walk in the garden at night with few stars, thinking of my teacher, my classmates and my (2) class. Think of this place that once brought me countless joys.
Time is like a song. For the first time, I feel that time is like water in a sponge, and there is not much left.
I remember the first time I listened to Faye Wong's Time flies, and I cried. Yes, time flies like water, which I can't escape all my life.
I admit that I am a very nostalgic girl. I have many choices when looking for a bed, but I insist on finding the position of the bed in the past, but I still can't find the familiar feeling in the past. Many times I have an impulse to cry.
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Years are like songs, which have taken away my years and left only good memories in my heart. I always love to be bound by her friendship. Fortunately, we came together again, but suddenly I found that she was slowly leaving me. ..... Tears flow freely in my heart. Although I feel bitter, I still laugh it off. Since then, I have understood the true meaning of beauty from distance. People's life is like a Gobi desert, and our life's career is to make it full of flowers. When we are tired enough to cry, I always say to myself, "Just walk there, my Gobi desert flowers will definitely bloom."
I'm still infatuated with my old teacher. I can't help but think of the same sad but always strong Chinese teacher, the English teacher who taught us grammar despite illness, and the chubby chemistry teacher ... time goes by like a song, but it's far away. I really want to cry when I know that my China English teacher is still teaching my neighbor's class. That subtle feeling still lingers in my mind for a long time.
The radio station on campus is still playing those old songs. Listening to the melody of music, I feel happy or sad. Don't the years slip away quietly like songs? Once a familiar melody or a song that I haven't heard for a long time rings in any corner around me, the story and mood corresponding to this melody will be played back in my mind immediately. At this time, music and I are the remote control of my life, which can almost connect my whole life experience and give me a feeling that the years are like songs.
There must be a deep alley in one's life. Just walk past it, I said to myself and smiled at myself. When I look back on the past one day, I hope the tears in those memories are also happy.
Time is like a song. Staring at the gentle rain, I feel very sad. I waved casually, but I couldn't hide my inner pain. I don't know where the tears of longing are spilled ...
Looking back suddenly, I found that growth was like a gust of wind, which passed without a trace, and I grew up quietly without a trace. Looking back at my steps, I found that the steps were chaotic and hurried; Looking back on my life, I found that there were too many disappointments and sighs. The restless heart of youth was once moved by the rising sun. In the flowers of life, look for the first rose in the morning glow; In the ocean of life, to pick up the most beautiful shells ... However, too much helplessness and too many bumps shattered the charming dream. When I opened my excited eyes, I was suddenly knocked down by unexpected disappointment.
I used to be intoxicated in the gauze-like mist, thinking that everything in the future would be romantic and hazy, and vigorous youth would grow into handsome fire tree honeysuckle. However, the years have only thrown me a cracked land.
I began to sigh. I feel that life is heavy and youth is hopeless. I sigh that the dream in the blue sky no longer belongs to me. The pink rose in the flower no longer belongs to me; The colorful morning sun no longer belongs to me; I feel empty, bored and miserable, and my life is dull, monotonous and tasteless.
The bitter time has turned into a desert with yellow sand all over the sky, everything is so hazy, so far away ... everything has vaguely entered the dormant period.
At the crossroads, I don't know what to do, just like I can't tell the east, west, north and south at the crossroads ... I have been sitting for a long time, becoming a fossil of the forest, and the time of sitting is eternal! Sitting on the stone steps, just thinking and reading.
Time has passed through 15 years in a complex dream. Looking back 15 years, the footprints left by myself are deep and shallow. How many joys and sorrows, how many joys and sorrows ... look up at the sky and let two streams flow on young faces. Is it rain? Tears.
Time is like a song. I left quietly, just as I came gently. Time flies like a meteor across the sky.
Time is like running water to the market. "How did the water of the Yellow River flow out of heaven and into the ocean, and never return?" Time is like a river that never returns, and it can only be shamed away in the years.
Meeting or yesterday, parting is just around the corner. Looking back on the past days, I can't count how much joy I left on campus, but now I can't help feeling a burst of disappointment.
Recite Li Shutong's "Farewell": "A glass of turbid water will sprinkle all the joy, and bid farewell to Meng Han tonight." "Life is a rare gathering, but there are only many separations." Time can't stay at a certain moment, but it can only be a flash in the pan in the long history and life journey. Maybe a candlelight night trip is a smart plan.
There is no banquet that never ends, and now there are countless farewells. No matter how reluctant you are, you can't move the trip with a heart of stone.
A vibrant campus, the most unforgettable thing is the teacher's eyes; The kindest thing is the teacher's eyes; Half has the majesty of the father, half has the kindness of the mother, and combines the love of parents, which is deeply reflected in the mind; Half has the enthusiasm of the sun, half has the tenderness of the moon, which brings together the brilliance of the sun and the moon and illuminates the road to growth.
Walking on the campus path, stepping on the stairs of the classroom, leaving sweet memories in my heart. Under the banyan tree, cicadas are humming desperately, butterflies are dancing heartily and flowers are blooming brilliantly. A good campus landscape, coupled with the diligent study of students and the patient explanation of teachers, is vivid. The whole campus is full of the warmth of teachers and students.
Time began nervously, and a thousand words could not be said. Let's leave our dreams to the night, our tears to the sea and our hopes to the future.
Parting is only a moment, so leave a thousand words of blessing in your heart and pray.
Fifteen years old, a period of hope. Cherish the present and look to the future. Don't be a latecomer, be an ideal eagle.
Years are like songs, so let the dreams of youth play like songs.
Time is like a song. There are too many memories, which will stay in my mind forever. Perhaps, time is like a song, and in the end, it will come to an end!
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
I still vaguely remember that when I first entered junior high school, there was a strange smell everywhere on campus-strange classmates and strange teachers. The only strangers are plane trees and green grass outside the classroom.
In this way, with the passage of time, I slowly passed the first day and went to the second day.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The life of the second day of junior high school has long lost its strangeness, and the campus is full of familiar smiling faces. Familiar greetings make everyone feel warm. In my study, my teacher's help and my friend's encouragement have always been with me, and I will never leave!
Time seems to pass in a hurry and go faster, so I have to follow it to the third grade.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
I always thought that the third grade was so far away from me, but it came to me and caught me off guard. Nowadays, learning makes people breathless, and friends around them are immersed in the ocean of problems, which makes people feel a sense of distance and feel that friends are far away. Regardless of these, I plunged into the sea of questions and fought.
Time is getting faster and faster, running like a fly. I also followed its footsteps, and dared not run to the next intersection with the slightest neglect.
A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Time always passes too fast. In the past three years, the past has been engraved in my mind and become eternal. One day in the future, I will leave this mother-like campus; Friends will leave! Everything that happens on this campus will stay in my heart and be taken away!
Perhaps, on the day of parting, we will sing "Let's have a glass of turbid wine and say goodbye to Meng Han tonight", towards the distant. Because, time is like a song, it is always sung at the last note. And friends, there is also a day to break up. The only constant is the past like a song, the years like a song.