Life composition of the second day of junior high school 1 Body and soul, there must always be one on the road.
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Cicadas are singing, the sun is hanging in the air, and two months of hot and dry feeling enters every sense of the body through the skin and pores. July winds carry the temperature of the sun through buildings with red walls and white tiles. The sun is so dry that it seems to melt all the hard edges and corners.
I like spending my summer vacation very much, and I am not depressed about my grades or anxious about exams. My parents are very open-minded and won't send me to the remedial class for "summer vacation". I can turn my body and mind into sunshine, leave my study to time and hide myself in the summer vacation.
Such a long summer vacation is a kind of physical and mental comfort for me. I like reading, which is an avid hobby. The Meditation by Kyle Poirot is my spiritual food. These foreign masterpieces are different from Chinese masterpieces. Chinese masterpieces pay attention to characters, while foreign masterpieces pay attention to plots. The exciting adventure stories are well worth reading in the same sunny and intense afternoon. Whether it is Verne's Mysterious Island, Defoe's Robinson Crusoe or Tagore's Birds, the combination of sailing and flying with knowledge and poetry can bounce off the haze on the dusty door of the soul. I also have to mention my favorite writers-Yuan and Yuan Zihao. They are the most inspirational twins in Peking University. We are all the same, young and confused, hugging you across the sea of people, wishing my world will always be half of yours and so on. Their works are all my pillow books. The night of summer vacation is very quiet, and the moonlight is particularly soft. I leaned against the bed, turned on a small desk lamp, walked into one warm story after another, walked into a person's years and experiences and dusty memories, and fell asleep with a book in my arms. ...
Besides books, music is also my hobby. The piano music in the earphone is endless. I like the feeling of music passing through my ears, so that my parents are strongly dissatisfied when I eat with headphones. There is no way, the magic of music can sweep away the heat and anxiety in summer.
If you listen to songs and read books in the summer vacation, you will definitely be bored, but fortunately, you will be accompanied by entertainment variety shows, movies, comics and animations, and occasionally flip through the ninth grade textbooks and simply preview a few classes. I like this summer vacation because it is full!
The wind in July is lazy, and even the clouds are getting hot. In this hot summer, let yourself fly, put your heart in cold water, let your heart walk on the road, your heart is growing, and people are growing.
Listen-cicadas are still chirping, summer vacation is over, but my heart is still on the road. Turn around and wave to it, and it will smile at you. ...
The composition of senior two's life "Hard Senior Two" is often talked about by schoolmasters. People who are born with "senior two" cells like me will tell you about "interesting senior two" life.
Every morning, when the "maid" turns on the light and brings the first light to the dormitory, the whole dormitory complains constantly. With her sharp soprano, we reluctantly got up and began to step away from our "gentle dream". Interestingly, what happens when the "old fritters" in a dormitory get together? -"My roommate will be happy when she goes". Often the sound of getting up will not exceed 3 seconds. As soon as she left, the whole dormitory fell down in unison. Of course, in about a minute, my aunt at the boarding house will come again. Ha! As you expected, we will climb up in a uniform way again. After going back and forth several times, under the glare of menstruation, we climbed out of bed like strips of salted fish, panting, stretching and sleepy. "Ouch" sounds come and go, looking at the dawn, thinking about the homework that I didn't finish yesterday, and talking about last night.
At noon, everyone poured out of the classroom. The hungry wolf-like "gentlemen" have completely ignored Sven's image, while my classmates on the fifth floor and I are still sitting in the classroom listening to the teacher's wonderful "procrastination speech". The only thing that can be mobilized by my brain seems to be my eyes-my nervous legs are shaking, and I have already flown to the canteen wholeheartedly, thinking about "fighting wits" with the chef and dancing with the "hungry wolf". Finally, the teacher said "class dismissed"! All the students are happy if they get up and make noise. After rushing all the way to the canteen, I found that people were full, so I had to look around like an eagle to see if there were any seats available. Then I went to the queue to cook, and it was almost our turn. As a result, with a snap of my finger, the person in front called the students swimming around. Seeing that the queue was crowded into a long queue again, I had to eat Rhizoma Coptidis and stand aside patiently. I thought about the dishes I wanted to cook, talked about my homework at noon, and finally walked to the front of the table. Looking forward to cooking, I came back disheartened. Even when I swiped my card, I stared at the chef with resentful eyes, wishing to divide the spoon in his hand into several pieces-but his technology was so skilled! Pieces of meat were "secretly" abandoned from the embrace of green peppers, and my heart ached-how many students were "cheated" by this! I can only look at the delicious braised pork, think about the only "stock" left on the meal card, or sigh and walk carefully to my seat, treating the bowl of rice as a treasure, for fear of being knocked over by a classmate.
The dribs and drabs of school life have always been the objects that students are willing to vomit, but in the heavy study, only these interesting things can make us poke our heads out. In my mind, teachers are the noblest profession and schools are the most beautiful places. Here, we will be ambitious and dream of sailing!
I like a passage by Wu Ge: Many people come, many people come ... My body dances with the music. Although flute music is not a "queen", it is already a "princess". How nice! Having said that, I don't need any more nonsense. My favorite after-school life is playing the flute.
I like this passage of Wu: once, I was doing my Chinese homework. Somehow, I began to dream again: I dreamed that I was flying in the sky and the fish jumped from the water to the sky. A small fish blinked at me, as if to say, what a surprise! I jumped into the sky from the water! That's great. I really don't believe my eyes. I saw the funniest thing. In fact, everything has feet, and you can run wherever you want. It was so noisy that I almost fainted. Suddenly I heard a voice: get up! I was awakened at once. Originally, I started daydreaming again. I was woken up by my mother and started to do my homework in a daze. Suddenly, I made another old habit, and my dream began again: I dived into the sea without any tools. I looked at my legs. I can't believe my eyes. My leg became a mermaid's tail. I was so happy that I immediately swam in the vast sea. I don't have so much trouble with my homework, and I don't have so many classes to attend ... I'm free in the sea, so it's so cool to watch this and play that for a while! I was having fun when the sea suddenly darkened. I was so scared. As soon as I saw it, the words "go, come, pull" fell from it. I was awakened by my mother's ear before I woke up. "ouch!" I cried out in pain, but my mother scolded me mercilessly: "Why did you pick up your nap when you were doing your homework?" Batting practice ... "I am ashamed and want to get rid of a bad habit. After my efforts, it really paid off. Finally got rid of the bad habit of dozing off at work! I'm so happy!
I like this part of Wu Xingyu: the dance teacher walks into a beautiful and wide dance classroom in high heels. I feel horrible. I feel that today's teacher is not so gentle to us, but very fierce to give us lessons. Suddenly, the teacher said, "Class!" I also suddenly woke up from my dream. We hurried back to my seat, then clamped our legs, and then I saluted the teacher carefully.
I like Zheng Yitong's words: Before turning sharply, I want to slow down, my steps are twisting and I start to slow down ... At this moment, my triumphant brother rushed in front of me with a sound of "speed, speed, speed", and he began to twist his super-soft skateboard hard ... Bang, I can't imagine this scene, my brother is a master. He never gave up and always wanted to catch up with me: "Go! ! ! "I stopped to slow down and said," I think you'd better switch skateboards with me ... "My brother jumped off my skateboard, got on my skateboard and rode gently, saying," Wow! Your skateboard accelerates so fast! Is it fast? ! I said, "You don't know, do you? The harder the skateboard is, the faster it will go. Oh, by the way, do you want to come to my house to play? " He said, "Do you have any car toys at home?" I thought about it and said, "Yes, but ... but it's difficult to assemble."
I like this passage by Li Xinlong: I like a lot of after-school life. I play chess, play football and observe microorganisms with a microscope ... but my favorite after-school life is to observe microorganisms with a microscope and a magnifying glass. Once, I observed the leaves with a magnifying glass, huh? ! How do you burn leaves? It turned out that I accidentally pointed the lens of the magnifying glass at the sun, and the lens reflected the sunlight and burned the leaves.
People often say that junior high school life is tense, busy and boring. But I have been in middle school for more than half a semester, and I deeply feel that junior high school life is like a flower in bud, colorful and colorful.
Junior high school life is red, and red represents passion.
When I first entered junior high school, although everything was still strange, I felt the happiness brought by growing up. I am very excited about the military training at the beginning of school. I thought military training would be fun, but I didn't know how hard it was until I really started. From the beginning, the instructor taught us to stand in the military posture. The instructor is very strict with us, and one stop is twenty minutes. If a classmate can't do well, we will be asked to practice again and again. And God seems to be working against us, letting the sun give off great heat and cook us. The students all have a bitter gourd face and complain from time to time. I'm too tired to go on, but it would be a pity if I fell down when everyone was still. So, I silently cheered myself up in my heart: persist, persist, and persist again!
"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." It is precisely because of this passion that we have unremitting motivation and the strength to forge ahead. I also learned from it: as long as people have perseverance, there is no hurdle!
Junior high school life is yellow, and red represents harvest.
Entering middle school, the number of subjects studied increases, the difficulty increases and the homework increases. However, with my continuous efforts, I gradually mastered the learning methods and enriched my knowledge. Our school has also carried out many activities: opening campus websites, campus radio stations, libraries and literary clubs ... These activities not only broaden our horizons, but also enrich our after-school life. I joined the campus radio station and was responsible for reading the excellent manuscripts submitted by my classmates. In this way, I not only have the opportunity to exercise my courage and ability, but also my reading and writing level has been greatly improved.
Junior high school life is an important step in our life, because of it, our life is more colorful. Let's study knowledge and realize our dreams in this colorful campus!
Some people say that the first day is used to adapt to life, hard; The third grade is a sprint to "heavy height" and I am nervous. By the way, I said: I used to like humor, sadness and variety in the second grade.
The next day, we were more mature and steady than the first day, and a little more childlike and active than the third day.
On the eve of the second grade exam, we were still laughing in the classroom, but the theme unconsciously became the content that needed to be reviewed. Our classroom is not as messy as the first day, because we have passed the first day; The atmosphere in our classroom is not as close to people's hearts as that in Grade Three, although Grade Three is our future.
At the class meeting of the second day of junior high school, we have laughter, we are humorous and bring our happiness to others. The whole teaching building exudes the fragrance of the whole class's happiness; We will be moved, we will cry, we will apologize to our parents, we will meet later, and we will express our goodwill to our parents with a few heartfelt words; We are silent, we meditate, and all kinds of things in society are affecting our hearts. We know how to reflect on all kinds of behaviors on campus.
In the self-study class of the second day of junior high school, we are quiet and busy, catching up with the homework of the day and conducting meaningful and meaningless silent transactions; We sleep easily, daydream beautifully, and occasionally drool "going to thousands of feet"; We talked happily, with a voice as thin as a mosquito's, and looked around nervously-being our own detectives.
Colorful second day, created our humor, left hand holding my brother, right hand holding Taoist, shouting handsome guys, shouting beautiful girls, happy; The colorful second day of junior high school has cultivated our character of "winning without arrogance and losing with grace". After doing well in the exam, we said modestly, "Just so-so!" I failed in the exam, and I encouraged myself: I'm not afraid, and there are "chicken legs".
This is the second day of life, happy, happy, sad and colorful.
Looking back on the golden age of more than ten years, there are too many joys and sorrows in my memory.
Time flies. Unconsciously, we walked into the long-awaited middle school campus, but there was no life we wanted. At the moment we entered middle school, I knew that childhood no longer belonged to me.
Occasionally, I met my former classmates on campus, and it was just a faint smile, but this faint smile disappeared in an instant and was replaced by vigilance and indifference to my opponents. At that moment, my heart was as cold as ice. Six years of friendship has brought this fleeting indifferent smile?
Looking back on that golden age, I recall that the last hug was sad, and the tearful smile when I left was bitter. But the memory in my heart is sweet.
Do you remember? That summer, we ran against the sun and smiled happily in the cold moonlight. Our days are beautiful and happy.
Goodbye, that happy day that will never go, let's keep this faint memory and this beautiful friendship in our hearts forever.
The composition of life in the second day of junior high school is getting deeper and deeper. I'm really the only one at home. The TV is on, the computer is on and the mobile phone is playing. These things are on, and the lights in the bedroom and living room are on. It seems that there is popularity at home, and the ridiculous voice is accompanied by the tranquility of the night, just to escape, and it is even more lonely.
For this reason, I feel cold in my heart. Once upon a time I call myself a lone star in Dreadwind, which, as expected, makes me sad. And this year my sister has been in a state of quasi-marriage; This year, my parents are still working hard for my future life; This year, I still have no girlfriend. Every lonely night, every lonely night, I wonder how long this day will last. I don't know, you don't know, and neither does he.
Today is the second day of May Day holiday. I was going to go out to play. For various reasons, I stayed at home and was bored to death. During the three-day holiday, my sister stayed at home with me for a day and a half and "returned" to her home. Lying in bed until noon, after dinner, really depressed. I drove downtown, and a big man strolled around Huijie, strolled around, facing the light rain, and unconsciously came to the citizen square. Here we organize charity activities, watch a little girl about ten years old play the piano in the rain, and appreciate her superb piano skills. At the same time, I really want to go on stage to hold an umbrella for her, but my hands are empty. In front of a charity book signing point, I couldn't help but stop and buy a book, born to love, written by a local writer.
Then I came to Xiuhu Park, surrounded by Xiuhu, and walked in the rain. I am thinking for the first time, enjoying the beautiful lake in the rain. At this time, the lake is lush, floating in the wind, raindrops dripping, making a rustling sound, which calms my mind. I just want to record this moment and remember the beautiful scenery with photos. I spent time visiting the exhibition here and saw a painting. The scenery above echoes the embroidered lake at this time. What is missing is only mountains and rivers and farmland. The book says, "The village is quiet, and the cicada is far away." I think it is necessary to embroider the lake in summer rain.
When I got home, I went back to that state. In fact, I am very lonely, and there is a figure in my mind. I can't get rid of it all the time, but every time I pick up my mobile phone, read the catalogue and read WeChat, it is always quietly installed in my mobile phone. Suddenly I really want to know when I can really get busy with my mobile phone. I watched a TV series-the story of the new editorial department these two days, and the ending song in it touched my heart. It can be said that the song expresses my heart and inspires my hidden impulses and passions.
Holidays always start with loneliness. Loneliness is particularly obvious during the holidays, and it is also the beginning for me to escape from life, find various opportunities to go to various places, and find a rhythm of life that does not belong to me. I want to change, but I can't move
Again, change goes on until death.