『一』The story of our junior high school students
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Winter vacation notes
An unforgettable journey to success
- There are too many traps and thorns in the journey of life, teachers and parents say so. It indicates that there is a "protector" on the road of life. We must not step on the minefield at all times. As for us, what else can we do? Should we rush out to practice, fall down, and re-evaluate the world? So I finally had a "feat"!
It’s finally been a winter vacation. I’m physically and mentally exhausted from school, and I can finally have a good vacation at home.
Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, he did nothing and was "tortured" every day. The old uncle who happened to sell tutoring schools just came back from his hometown. Seeing my life like this, he called me over and said to me seriously: "Liu Bao, you are also a junior high school student. I just have a task for you during the holidays." ..." Then he took out a stack of tutoring leaflets, looked at me and said, "You should take this opportunity to exercise." My mother took this opportunity to come to my side and heard what my uncle said. Preach let me go.
Unexpectedly, happiness would arise from this. Standing on the street of Guilin Road holding a pile of snow-like pieces of paper, I realized that I was in a state of confusion. I stood at the intersection timidly, for fear of seeing someone who knew me. After looking around to make sure there was no one there, I walked out of the corner fearfully. At this time, as the door of the store next to him opened with a "squeak", a pot-bellied "God" walked out. I hurriedly went up to meet him and said, "Sir, please take a look." Before I could finish speaking, my outstretched arm had already been covered by Someone stopped me and said, "Don't block the road. What's there? It's worth seeing!" He tried his best to hold back the grievances he had been holding in for a whole day, and his righteousness failed him. He remembered what the teacher had taught him, and said seriously: "Give others self-respect." , I am also protecting my own self-esteem!" I didn't expect to speak so philosophically. In the eyes of a few passers-by, the visitor finally left noisily. During this process, I successfully maintained my self-esteem, greatly increased my confidence, smiled and emboldened myself, and welcomed the next "God"
Soon, a middle-aged man came in front, thinking of the man just now The look in my eyes said, "The little girl is weak, can you do it?" Hum, don't underestimate people, I took a deep breath and ran over recklessly, "Sir, please take a look..."
Words As soon as it came to my mouth, I forgot all the euphemistic expressions I just wanted to express. "What, please say it again?" The gentleman was very polite. It’s so embarrassing to think that my voice is too quiet! Then he mustered up the courage and said it again. Fortunately, he had a good temper. He smiled gently and said, "Show me." I suppressed my excitement, carefully took out one piece, and handed it over reverently. I succeeded! I finally handed over the first one. Although it was just a piece of paper, it was like a newborn. I sent him away safely. I really succeeded. Although it was a cold winter, the spring breeze with my fully dressed face had already passed over my red cheeks, making me extremely excited.
I was busy working, walking back and forth among the crowd, and some people looked at me with a look that made you look like, "This is a student!" What about students? Shouldn't we break out of those protections and practice it!
Some people long for freedom, because a free life is unrestrained. Some people long to fly, because they can clearly see the mysteries of all things in the world, giving people a sense of fulfillment... But I long for success, because I think the feeling of success is the most beautiful enjoyment in the world. This time is unforgettable The journey of success brought me a spontaneous strength that urged me to move forward bravely and strongly.
『二』junior high school semi-proposition composition "The Story of My Mother and Me"
Tears were mixed with rain, one was hot, the other was desolate.
I walked in the rain, the wind passed through my back. What quenches my thirst is not my skin, but my soul. Holding the failed test paper, I tried hard to find an excuse, but found that it was in vain. How should I explain it to you? I thought desperately.
The road home is always so familiar. I try to slow down my pace, but I still get here. I dare not keep walking because I see you and because I haven't thought of an excuse yet. The huge water curtain seemed like a world away, but I still saw you clearly, looking anxiously, like a big bird waiting for a little bird to return to its nest, as eagerly as a big bird.
You still saw me and walked straight towards me. I was a little caught off guard. I stuffed the paper into my school bag randomly, raised my head, and looked at you with concern. You held an umbrella for me and protected me on the left side. On the other side of my heartbeat, the ruthless rain wet your right arm.
When you get home, you put away your umbrella and then plan to take off my schoolbag for me. I handed you the paper uneasily, but didn't dare to raise my head. I know that this is the last mock test before the high school entrance examination. I know that you are full of expectations for me. I know that the sun in my heart has already set. I know that your eyes must be full of disappointment at this moment. It was quiet for a few seconds, but you spoke first, still so gentle, "It's okay, mom doesn't blame you. Work hard for the high school entrance exam. I believe you will pass." I thought of countless expressions to face you, but at this moment, Forget it all. I just raised my head, looked into your eyes, and nodded heavily.
Picking up the paper and returning to the house, I saw your dry milk that had been warmed up. I seemed to see your busy back in the misty heat. It's just that the years have worn you away and made you dull and haggard.
Under the desk lamp, I was writing vigorously, just like I was in the examination room. It was dark very late that night. You said I studied very late. Only I know the reason. Every time I look back, the light that has been on in the living room has raised the sun in my heart, which is infinitely bright and full of vitality.
As I was writing this, I remembered a passage between us:
I said, you are the sun in my heart.
You said that I am your eternal light.
『三』 The story of our junior high school
1. The story of our junior high school students is fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the blooming season. And we who are in the junior high school stage are the most dazzling flowers in the flower season. Our unrestrained singing and dancing demonstrate our youth and our passionate vitality. Look, those beautiful flowers are telling stories about us, about our junior high school students. Hot summer day. The weather was so hot that people lost their desire to talk. When they opened their mouths, the moisture in their mouths evaporated instantly. However, the boys were playing ball on the playground as usual, seemingly quite willingly even though they were sweating profusely. But the girl was different. As soon as get out of class was over, she ran under the electric fan and gathered in a circle to chat, talking and laughing. She was very happy. But there happened to be a "troublemaker" who liked to come and play tricks: here, one came, and he was seen sneaking up behind the girl. As soon as the opportunity was right, he quickly pulled out the rubber band from the girl's hair, and then pretended to pass by as if nothing had happened, causing the girl's image to completely lose her image. With her hair hanging down, she looked like a "madman", which attracted us. Seeing it on the side, I couldn't help laughing. What a prankster boy! Look, there was laughter again from the other end. What are they doing? Oh, it turns out we are playing Ludo! "Yeah, I'll go first." One classmate shouted happily. "Ah, I won, I won." After a while, another classmate shouted, with a look of joy on his face, like a proud little rooster. Huh? What are those people doing there? Some smart students have already called out the answer: "A living person." Oh my God, when is this answer! Aren't you talking nonsense? Hahaha. The students couldn't help laughing. "You can't guess! Haha, of course the living people are calling for help!" It's incredible. This answer is really unexpected! Look, this is the story of our junior high school students. Each feature film is full of laughter and makes people laugh. This is our unique style, let’s express our passion and dreams! 2． The story of our junior high school students is like a song: the song in the first grade is fresh and tender, because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; the song in the second grade is full of vitality, because we have learned how to face junior high school life; San's song is bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing a song of farewell. In three years, growth, friendship, and youth were recorded. I remember that we had just stepped into the middle school campus and looked curiously at this unfamiliar and fresh campus. Under the blue sky, we chanted solid and powerful slogans "one, two, one" and moved forward step by step; under the scorching sun, we stood motionless, each standing straighter than a telephone pole, with sweat flowing down, and mosquitoes flying over did not dare to move. They just looked at each other seriously. This is a story from the first grade of junior high school in military training. In this story, we are still parallel lines that have not intersected. We are waiting for such a thread of friendship to pull me up and get closer.
After the class teacher solemnly introduced himself in the first class meeting, let us take turns to go on stage to give speeches and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's presentation style is very different. I still remember that she was confident and told her situation in first-class English, which impressed everyone; I still remember that he, who had a female name, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard in a dashing way, humorously saying that he was actually very "manly"; I also remember her clearly, she was so down-to-earth and generous, and she was later unanimously elected as monitor. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my own shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that had not yet intersected. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and tilted, and finally intertwined. In class, we like to read the text aloud and make the serious physics teacher funny. After class, we like boys and girls to dance rubber bands together, and the whole classroom is filled with our laughter; on weekends, we like to go out together and feel the gentleness of the spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the swirling dance of autumn leaves, and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is like the world in a glass bottle, clear and transparent. Yes, we let friendship settle in such a clean world and accumulate traces in each other's hearts that will never fade away. The farewell bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with a sad atmosphere. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone numbers on the classmate list and wrote our blessings. Those pages of slightly fragrant paper are filled with three wonderful years. We were reluctant to give up, but we wrote down different schools on the application form, which was helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let’s say goodbye. "We must come to the class reunion twenty years from now!" everyone said, but in fact they had already answered in their hearts: "Definitely!" 3. The story of our junior high school students (a certain QQ chat room) URL: Czsdegushi (Announcement in the group: Only after enduring hardships can one become a master, bravely "kill the enemy" for the young battlefield, and serve the "imperial court") Xuanchuang Tingyu: Hello everyone! I am the group leader, Xuan Chuang Ting Yu! Recalling these rough three years, I have seen through the vicissitudes of time, and time has gone by, and I have tasted the bitter and sweet taste of the three years of junior high school. Today, I gather here to talk about the stories of our junior high school students. Mr. Dongpo: Well... Let’s talk about the high school entrance examination! We are ready to go, all we have to do is ring the bell for the high school entrance exam. As soon as the bell rings, we go into battle to kill the enemy and seize this tense moment. Xuewu Qingfeng: Although the high school entrance examination is around the corner, our past stories need to be discovered. I remember that when I first entered school, I thought junior high school life was exciting and exciting, but as time went by, I found it boring again. The weight of daily study has increased, and even leisure time has been taken up. Wandering aimlessly in studies. Sometimes I really want to protest, but I remember that junior high school determines the life we ??choose, so I don’t give up. Liu Shui Gong Cong: That’s right! Feeling (dare) is said to be the most tiring moment for us junior high school students. Like last Friday, I was looking forward to the sound of the last get out of class, but it didn't last long, and the figure of the Chinese teacher was reflected on the window. The thick newspapers and examination papers in our hands are waving to us. When the bell rang, he strode into the classroom and shouted: Stay! We just sat there obediently. He talked a lot more, and finally the test papers and newspapers came flying like snowflakes, which was really miserable. No. 1 in the world: Hi! You are far behind me! Last time, I only had a few test papers, and I did a good job. After finishing some work, I looked at the pen and saw that it was out of water! I hurried downstairs to buy pens again, one pen at a time! Xuanchuang Tingyu: I understand everyone’s hardships and difficulties. After the third year of junior high school and entering high school, what are the homework in high school? Therefore, we must grit our teeth and endure it, and be indestructible. It is said that only by enduring hardship can we become a master. Mr. Dongpo: Yes, we have all gone through the bumpy road of junior high school. What else is there? Just stride forward. No one can stop you from stride forward... Experience: "Be worried about the world first, and worry about the world later." "Be happy and happy"; "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself", achieving the heroic saying of "Reading thousands of volumes, writing as if there is a spirit". 4． The story of our junior high school students The lights outside the window are flickering, the stars in the night sky are blinking, and occasionally a cicada chirps, and occasionally a frog croaks, I just feel so refreshing and comfortable... In the classroom, the students are working hard, or Is it acid, alkali and salt, or binary equations, or Tang poetry and Song lyrics... Suddenly, the power went out, and there was a burst of cheers in the class. I raised my sour eyes and let my soul fly for a moment. We were young and forgot what kind of September it was. With curiosity and longing, we set foot on the pure land of junior high school. We were obedient, friendly, and kind. We shouted our names at the highest decibel level in our childish voices, and then mingled together in a daze.
The teacher said that our laughter is very beautiful, and our smiles are very sweet... We always hold our cheeks, stare at the blackboard, and answer the teacher's questions loudly, "yes" or "no". I forgot how I was thinking and how I blurted it out. As young people, we never think too much. Rebellion vaguely remembers that September, when we came together again with a sense of vitality and the music of youth. Our steps seemed faster and our voices louder. Inadvertently, we started an inexplicable quarrel. Maybe it was just a superficial math problem, maybe it was just a joke. Friends always felt that there was a transparent film between them. The teacher said that film was called rebellion. We started to sit upright, never forgetting to look at the blackboard and never forget to take notes. The answer was slow because we were preparing the answer, even if it was a "yes" or "no". There also seems to be a very long thought process. We, the rebellious ones, seem to think a lot. I remember clearly that September, we took firm steps and carried heavy luggage, and gathered together. In the eyes of our classmates, we were tall, chic and full of vitality; in the eyes of our teachers, we were active and hard-working, and we were not ashamed to ask questions. In the eyes of our parents, Here, we are sensible, obedient, calm and steady... We are no longer so noisy, no longer so stubborn. Maybe in a class, we have to answer more questions, but it is no longer those simple words. , but a wonderful answer! Steady, we do think a lot. Remember this whole junior high school, remember everything here... The call came, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident faces, I smiled secretly , in fact, everyone has a story...
Is this okay?
『四』Composition "The Story of My Family and Me" by junior high school students
The Story of My Family and Me
My family is very simple, just me and my parents. . They are old and seem lonely. But with me around, the silent room became alive.
Whenever I get home from get off work, I become their announcer at the dinner table. Which teacher in the school bought new clothes or permed their hair, which family has a new recipe, what was said in the school meeting, how did the students behave in the classroom?,,,,,, parents from the east, parents from the west Short, they are all trivial things in life, but they are difficult to know without leaving home. They listened with great interest. Sometimes I make a few comments and express my own opinions. The entire dining table turned into a large conference room, just like a family meeting. The aroma of the food wafts through your words and mine. Their life is simple, but because of my constant check-ins, it becomes rich and interesting.
My mother loves to play poker. Whenever she goes out to play after dinner, my father will say: "Here we go again." And I would say: "She can play if she wants to, and she can always stay at home." After hearing what I said, Dad lost his temper and started watching TV. When my mother comes back from playing poker, I always ask: "Who won?" My mother kept the family treasures: "Your eldest aunt lost fifteen corn grains, Liu Rong's wife won two, Lao Lou's family won ten, and I won three." Each win or loss is different. In the back and forth turnover of corn grains, they played seriously and unambiguously. It’s like winning the house and losing the land. Every detail is clearly distinguishable.
My mother seemed much younger while playing poker.
When chatting with my mother, I never forget to remind her: "Eat early, go have fun." Mom has more fun with my support.
Dad loves to listen to the radio. Whenever there is any major event, he will tell me about it and discuss national affairs with me. It was as if he had become the president of a country who cared about the country and its people, and I had become his secretary. He never said this to his mother, who only cared about her three meals a day, which were daily necessities. Sometimes I even say to my father: "What's the use of listening to that? You have the final say!" And I help my father and say: "It's useless. There's something wrong. No one can deceive anyone who knows the policy." In terms of news, I We form a united front with my father, we are close friends.
Whenever I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is turn on the radio. My father listens to it before he gets up. I listen to it while cooking and with the door open. Sometimes the fumes spread throughout the house. Mom called us radio junkies.
I know that no one can change the habits that the elderly have developed throughout their lives. They live according to their own habits, very smoothly and happily. And I shuttle in each of their lives to let them have more fun with each other. Old people need to be coaxed to be happy. Therefore, my stories with them are always interesting, interesting and interesting.
Lots of stories, lots of happiness.
『五』The story of me and my junior high school teacher
The junior high school teacher writes about how he treats you well, and then patiently teaches you your homework and tries his best to write good words. Although it is a bit fierce, but It's also for myself, and so on. None of these can be completely true. As for the composition, it can't be all true. Some of them need to be thought about and compiled. I also saw an essay online, which was quite touching. I suggest you learn some of the sentences in this essay, and the ideas can be similar.
Great teacher, we admire you.
Our teacher is fat, tall, and has a round face. Wearing a pair of 800° glasses, you look like a doctor. The teacher has long hair. She is kind-hearted and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me here and asked me to write again. The teacher kept asking me to write neatly and standardly before letting me go home. I hated the teacher very much and thought: Isn’t it just a few words? Isn’t it the same whether you write good or bad? Why do you write it over and over again? It's a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mother why I was detained. She said to me: "Handwriting is a facade. You can see a person's character from his writing. The teacher is right to be strict and is responsible for you. You can write well." The words are yours and no one can steal them.” After listening to my mother’s words, I understood the teacher’s intention, which made me admire the teacher even more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade primary school student who insists on practicing calligraphy every day. No matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and standardly. After a while, my handwriting became more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is all the result of Teacher Zhang’s strict requirements!
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, always burning the fire of life, always full of vitality and vitality. Isn’t this candle very similar to someone beside us who is worthy of our admiration? What about the people? He tells us the principles of life in class; he is our good friend after class. If our classmates encounter problems that we don’t understand, she will patiently teach us. Yes, he is our teacher. "The candle is always reminding us For us, we must always consider others." This may be what the teacher often says!
In the past year, how many "pearls" has the teacher dropped for us? And what about us? But she often made her angry. I felt really sad and regretful: I, a middle school student, did not work hard wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us and worked hard without complaint; you took us into the ocean of knowledge, traveled there, and made us understand the fun of books; you prepared lessons carefully and tasted the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; it's you, it's you! You are like a red candle, devoting all your light and heat to the future generations! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words: ——Burn! Keep burning! You are like a talking bird, giving us lectures, so colorful, every chapter seems to open a window in front of me, allowing me to see a colorful world. The new world...
Great teacher, we admire you.
"Lu" My Story Junior High School Composition
Everyone has many beautiful stories in their heart. Some of these stories are interesting and some are touching. Now I will give them to you Tell me a story, a story that makes me blush when I think about it.
It was probably when I was in the first grade. "Ding Lingling----" get out of class is over. This cheerful *** Activating the brain cells that were about to fall asleep, the students ran out of the classroom screaming. I stood up from my seat in a daze. Well, it seems it's time for school to be over. Thinking like this, I picked up my schoolbag in a daze. When I walked out of the classroom, everyone was chasing and playing, and no one noticed me as a "deserter."
I walked on the path home by accident, thinking as I walked, I walked well today. Come on, look, no one else can even see a shadow! I was even secretly proud, so I quickened my pace again. The summer afternoon was extremely quiet, with only cicadas chirping unbridled on the branches.
As I was walking, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I slowly turned my head 180 degrees, and it turned out to be a classmate in the class. She ran over panting: "I found you! Let's go quickly. There's a class to go! Have you forgotten? "What?! I recited the curriculum silently in my mind----Oh, what a bad luck, why did I forget that there is a math class! It's over, I'm going to get kicked for sure. ! I came to the classroom anxiously - "Report!" Suddenly, the eyes of the whole class were shot at me. In those eyes, there were blame, ridicule, and a contemptuous smile. On my face *** It’s so spicy, I really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. I kept my head down, not daring to meet the teacher’s stern gaze.
After a long “interrogation”, I mechanically returned to Sitting in my seat, listening to the whispers of my classmates, my mind was in a mess...
It has been a long time since this incident, but it is still fresh in my mind. It has become a little secret of mine----Shh, you must keep it a secret from me!...
"淒" Junior high school composition My reading story from childhood to junior high school
The story of my reading with middle school students
My encounter with books began in the third grade of elementary school because of my mother.
Entering the third grade of elementary school, we began to learn to write compositions. At that time, every time my mother went to the city, she would always buy me one or two composition books or fairy tale books for me to read. I still find it strange how a mother with only a third-grade elementary school education can be so proficient in educating her children. However, in that era when "boys love guns and girls love flowers", at that age when I also knew how to appreciate beauty, I never wore a flower and rarely wore beautiful clothes, so that now I am still confused about aesthetics. Still very mentally retarded. However, while most of my classmates were worrying about writing essays, I felt extremely relaxed. At that time, I, a proud Cinderella, didn't know that this was a gift from the book, and of course I didn't appreciate my mother's good intentions.
When I entered junior high school, the composition class once a week was still my favorite. Sitting down and listening to the teacher reading my essay on the stage, the sweetness in my heart gradually turned into the motivation for me to continue working hard. My reading scope has begun to expand. "Youth Diary", "Modern Middle School Students", "Composition Newsletter", "Youth Times", "Middle School Students Reading", "Women's Life", etc. have all become the objects of my hunting. I even dug out my father's yellowed high school Chinese textbook from the dusty cardboard box at home and read it. Although there were many quotations from Chairman Mao interspersed in it, and although there were many words and sentences that I didn't quite understand, I was still fascinated by them.
When I was studying in normal school, since I had no specialties or hobbies, I spent most of my spare time in the reading room reading a lot of books or hiding in the dormitory alone and chewing on the books I borrowed from the library. Come book. I greedily sucked the nectar of knowledge, felt the charm of words, and experienced the joy of having books as friends.
After I started working, there was an "emotional blank" between me and books. I thought I could sit back and relax after finding a job. So I began to pass the time in an ordinary way, just going around textbooks, reference books, and homework every day. I naively think that doing my job is doing my job well. I have very little contact with other books, and I have never read a single book on education.
It wasn't until the May Day holiday last year that I calmed down and read the two books "Growing Happily with Students" by teacher Han Sujing and "Transfer Student Lin Keshu" by teacher Yang Cong, and I couldn't help but be very happy. "It turns out that the class can be held like this! It turns out that it is more appropriate to handle these things this way! It turns out..." I had a feeling of enlightenment. Only then did I realize what a great loss it had been to me to be alienated from books for so many years.
Nowadays, in my spare time, I will hold up a book, smell the fragrance of books, and enjoy a different kind of life...
"Eight" My story composition is about 600 words ( The requirement is a story from junior high school life)
Yeah! In a blink of an eye, I have been a middle school student for half a semester. During these dozens of days in middle school, I have experienced the richness and variety of junior high school life.
Acid
Today is the first election since I was in junior high school. Yesterday, I had prepared a campaign draft and planned to make a "blockbuster" today. However, a few minutes before the election, I became very nervous and kept praying in my heart: God bless me, I must be in the election!
Oops! It's my turn, what should I do? I forced myself to calm down and start my campaign speech. But during the speech, my legs were shaking slightly and my whole body was cold. Alas! Still nervous.
Finally, I finished my speech and stepped off the stage. While listening to other people's speeches, I analyzed the differences between me and others. I had an ominous feeling that I was going to lose - even though I didn't believe it.
The teacher announced the results, and as expected, I lost the election. Seeing the joy on the faces of other students, I felt sour in my heart...
Sweet
There will be an English test in the next class. I flipped through the English book over and over again, mouthing I keep memorizing English words, eager to get good grades in the exam. My deskmate laughed at me for going too far, but I remained unmoved: I would be safe if I was beaten one more time!
The test papers were handed out, and I quickly read them over, and they were all the ones I had reviewed! So I wrote quickly, with almost no hesitation, and it only took me twenty minutes to finish. Checked it carefully again.
At noon, I ran to the office building to look at the scores and searched for a long time. Finally, among the pile of papers, I found my paper which was marked with a bright red "100" by the teacher. There were waves of exclamation among the people looking for the papers. Looking at the surprised faces of my classmates, I felt sweet in my heart...
I have only "tasted" a small amount of the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy things in middle school, and there is still a lot of road ahead. Very long. No matter what we encounter, we should keep a rational and clear mind. We should not be dazzled by victory and become arrogant, nor should we be heartbroken and dejected by failure. In this way, we can successfully spend our junior high school life.
I hope our wonderful junior high school life will not be cast a shadow by some little thing about you and me!
"Nine" The story of our junior high school students is about 600 words.
My youth, my song
"The rain wet the sky
< p> It's very delicate..." I was walking on the road with an umbrella.I just came to a new class. Because I am relatively introverted and don’t like to say hello, I haven’t made many friends.
My old friends have new friends. , so I won’t bother her, maybe it’s just an excuse. . . . . . In short,
I am running away from my new environment.
My friend also knew that I was timid, so she introduced a friend to me. The first impression she gave me was that she was short, naughty and cute. I'm not good at dealing with people, so I don't know what to say. But her lively words were like a fountain, making the originally lifeless atmosphere suddenly lively. "What's your name?" "Pei Feiya" "My name is Wang Xiaoyan" she answered without waiting for me to ask. So, I made my first new friend in junior high school.
"The wind sticks here, clinging to the thoughts of passers-by
. The rain winds here and becomes a thread, entangling us to miss the world
. You are here The destiny is written on the three holy stones. I sang on the road. However, this time I am not singing alone, but together with Wang Xiaoyan. Because our families live in Tonghua Villa, we sometimes go together after school. The two of them were talking and laughing while walking on the road.
I thought: The new environment is not so bad.
“yo
yo
yo
yo
Let happiness pass first, turn around and think about searching Oh, the result~
Go forward, back, turn and turn left, take off your worries and score the most points." I sang to my friends on the road. Because I have new deskmates and friends, I am no longer lonely after school every day, and most of the time I am in a good mood. I thought: It’s nice to have friends.
"
The sky is like soft sugar, so what if it collapses. No matter how heavy the rain is, the rainbow is a smiling face, sadness bye
bye You don’t need a reason to be happy!” I started to take the initiative to say hello to others and make friends. It turns out that making friends is easy. I thought to myself. My efforts paid off and I made many friends. Be happy every day.
"I built my own stage and let the whole world see it. I wrote my own script, and I believe that I will always be the protagonist. I created my own charm, which is beyond everyone's expectation. I My future shines upon me, and every tomorrow embraces me. "This is my favorite song right now.
There is a song with ***, lows, joy, and melancholy. This song does not belong to anyone else, it belongs only to me.