Chapter 1: Time flies like a song. The first learning stage of life ended unconsciously, and the second stage of life-junior high school life began again.
On the first day of school, I was nervous, happy and excited. I couldn't wait to get to school early and come to Chengdong Middle School, the school where I will live for three years. At the moment I entered the school gate, the smile on my face had slipped to the outside of the cloud nine, leaving only tension and fear. Laughter, sound, drama ... everything on campus is so strange, but this strange environment is full of "temptation", which makes me eager to know it. I came to class 107-after I sat down in the classroom, everything around me was so strange, as if it were two different worlds. But I firmly believe that they and I will become good friends.
In primary school, teachers often say that junior high school teachers are the most "cruel" and "whip" students at every turn. However, after several weeks of study, I found that not all teachers are "student killers". On the contrary, I found them very approachable. In particular, Chinese teachers give vivid lectures and read texts with great feelings. In the face of unfamiliar environment, we are naturally afraid and dare not raise our hands to speak in class. Teacher China often encourages us to get familiar with this strange environment.
On Tuesday afternoon of the third week, our class held a class cadre selection. As a primary school student, I have always served as the vice monitor and cultural and recreational committee member. I thought to myself, junior high school should also get "one official and one part-time job". Unfortunately, the result was so cruel and heartless-I "lost my name" in Sun Shan. I'm sad, but I won't be discouraged. I believe that in the days to come, I will definitely "become the first".
Junior high school years, bit by bit, all the way like a song!
Chapter 2: Time is like a song. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each flower-like string is the interval of youth. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Time is like a long song. It is sometimes slow and urgent, sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate, lingering around me. After repeating it, I can't press the play button anymore. Time is like a long song, singing sadness, playing joy and sighing sadness. Those of us who listen to it will sob or smile gently with the melody.
Looking back on three years of junior high school life, I grew up slowly in the singing of youth, from an ignorant and naive child to a calm and calm girl.
Time is like a beautiful piano music, cold as a mountain spring, light and euphemistic. Earphones clearly play "There is no empty city", and a slightly sad melody evokes memories in my mind. I remembered chasing and playing with my friends on campus, and laughter spread all over the campus. Chatting under the pine tree, watching the sun being screened off by the branches and leaves; Write hard in class and experience the surprise of solving problems. Every scene seems to knock out a note and finally merge into a song, which is light and tactfully.
Time is like a cheerful pop music, as crisp as a bell in the wind, fresh and smooth. I still remember being asked by the teacher when I was doing little tricks in class. The students around me told me the answer softly, smiled at her after sitting down, and then sat up politely, afraid to do anything more. I miss it so much. In the past three years, 1000 days of joys and sorrows have passed in such a hurry, leaving many vivid details and wonderful fragments. Among them, there are young naughty, bitter failures, feelings of being suddenly enlightened, and countless hard tears. I remember Xi Murong once said that "Youth is a hasty book". Yes, every day of junior high school life is like a page, and my notes record the bitterness and glory of my growth.
Time is like a refined folk song, singing and contending like a warbler in the forest. I looked at the sky not far away, and a thin cloud was deposited on the blue sky. It suddenly occurred to me that the teachers who have painstakingly taught me in the past three years, under their inculcation, I gradually realized the happiness of "one hard work, one harvest", felt the anxiety of "not waiting for leisure, leaving my young head blank and feeling sad", and honed my strong will to "stick to the castle peak and not relax". I still remember that every time I make up lessons, the teacher will get up rain or shine and never arrive late or leave early. Now three years have passed in a blink of an eye, just as Zhuangzi said: "If there is a gap between heaven and earth, it will be sudden."
Time is like a song. At the end of this song of youth, we will also wave goodbye. We will rush to the next better year and welcome a new life.
Chapter 3: Time is like a song. Time is like a song. In the blink of an eye, three years slipped away from me like a blink of an eye. Looking back, I can't help but feel ripples in my heart, and I can't calm down for a long time.
The nursery rhymes of the first grade.
On the first day, everything was in ignorance. I just bid farewell to my alma mater, but I didn't bid farewell to the innocence and romance of my childhood. Humming "Walking on a Country Road" every day, I sway to school and then sway home. In a word, everything is relaxed and happy.
My favorite book is Verne's science fiction. From the geocentric journey under the crater to the mysterious underwater Wan Li; From five weeks of adventure in a balloon to three years of hard life on Lincoln Island; Explore the desolate and mysterious South Pole with Captain Guy; Travel around the world with Foucault for 80 days ...
Ideas spread around the world like light.
The first day is like a nursery rhyme. Everything is happy and free.
Grade two like March.
After the second day of junior high school, I began to think and look for the so-called truth and value. Humming the impassioned La Marseillaise, I thought I was an invincible warrior and an invincible hero. I admire those who have given their lives for the motherland most, and I am most interested in the infighting between the bloody battlefield and the stone sea. Flying a famous MIG 15, together with air combat hero Zhang, fighting with America's number one ace pilot, and sitting in the first tank "hero" with commander Dong to experience the rumble of guns in the Liaoshen campaign. Go to Beihai to shepherd sheep with Su Wu and appreciate his upright character and loyalty; Go to sea to fight with Deng Shichang, and realize his clank oath of putting life and death at risk.
Being aggressive and never giving up has become the main theme of life. Meet the brave in the narrow road and win is the most believed motto.
Life in the second day of junior high school, like a March, is bold, radical and full of vitality.
Sonata-style grade three
By the third grade, my thoughts gradually matured, and I became more cautious and thoughtful. With a superficial understanding of philosophy and psychology, I began to really seriously think about my future.
The future is unknown and the society is cruel. Everyone wants to be a great man, but a great man is a really rare product that human beings can't reach. The ideal is indeed beautiful, but the process will be extremely difficult. Military theorists Du Like Hei and Mahan don't want to succeed, nor do strategists Mao Qi and Bismarck. The Monkey King said: "The emperors take turns to do it and come to my house next year." But without enough strength and outstanding talent, how can history choose you to become an elite? Only by mastering the ship of life can we break the waves and sail to the other side of the ideal.
Life in grade three, like a sonata, is grand, firm and meaningful.
The past is like an ancient book, heavy and meaningful; Taste the past, feel the youth, perhaps, we can really get the wonderful life from it, write a new brilliant chapter and sing our own songs of the years!
Chapter 4: Time is like a song. You can reach out and touch the underground Carboniferous period, just like touching a few starlight, and at the same time making a burst of metallic sound, which interprets the echo of historical precipitation in glory.
Years are like songs, and pigeons in wind are flying in the clouds. You know, there is a yearning, called helplessness; There is a kind of beauty, called pain, which is swept away by time, bathed by sunshine and dried by missing.
You sing in the late autumn wind, call in the distance, and tell helpless memories in the long river of history; Blurred eyes, in the warm light, tell the dream-like love.
Time is like a song. Only when a voice wakes up gradually can you carry the oath on your shoulder and hold the promise in your own hands.
Time is like the hair on the sideburns. The darkness fades gradually, floats in the autumn wind and falls in the sunset, leaving bitterness and silence. Looking at the sunset, you count every ray of light, just like bitter water hidden in the night.
Time is like a sharp meat cleaver, carving rings for life. Autumn wind, but I don't understand the romantic feelings of that year. It only knows how to clean up the broken and degenerate face, feel the years in Cang Sang, feel the love in the world of mortals, and feel all kinds of amorous feelings.
Going deep into the hinterland of ancient times, you are in a hurry, you are walking in the lane of Carboniferous season, the blood of youth is stirring in your heart all the time, you are sweating like rain, digging up black treasures; You are full of youth, in this turbulent season.
Time cannot restore the color of black coal, only a strong waist, counting the rings left in memory.
Looking back, wrinkles are crawling on your forehead, and your youth is gone forever.
The mature season has come, the years have broken into pieces, and the soul has aged into a net. When you filter the memory from beginning to end, the longer the time, the finer the memory and the heavier the walking steps. From then on, you stepped on the blade of time and exploited the last glory of life.
On the stage of life, the days slowly open and the sigh is invisible. In the past in the twilight, your footprints have worn away the edges and corners of the years, cut off the sunset from the horizon, made a beautiful dance skirt, danced the four seasons, and danced the years like a song.
When the memory flies, flying in front of you, the long years will turn Ding Dong into an eternal love song!
Chapter 5: Time is like a song, and the New Year comes quietly, which makes people unprepared. It seems that all the people on the earth are busy. "Bin Laden" keeps Americans busy; Peace talks between Israel and Palestine have been put on hold; Speed up the train; Car price reduction; Neighbor Zhang Ma produces Japanese tofu in the warehouse every day. Daughter-in-law has chloasma on her face and develops experimental fields on her face every day; It seems that only the years are slowly turning the calendar. Unconsciously, the New Year passed by all the people in the world. It allows you to turn back, but it doesn't allow you to turn back. It ignores the helplessness of people.
The new year is like a milestone. The past time has passed away like a husband, and the future days are like a silent river, extending backward in a mighty way. In the sonorous songs played by the years, the New Year is a short "passing door", as quiet and beautiful as Yuan Ye in spring and as light as the clouds in the sky. Carefree childhood and the innocence of teenagers seem to have entered adulthood unconsciously just yesterday. The romance of youth and unyielding stubbornness will be accompanied by the roar of the calendar, page after page. But think about it, man struggles upwards and water flows downwards. Isn't the meaning of life to set one life goal after another and then realize it step by step? Everyone in this world wants social recognition: actors expect applause; Writers expect their works to last forever; Businessmen expect financial resources to roll in; However, it is a minority who can get what they want. How many people have thousands of roads in their dreams and have to sell tofu when they wake up? You must work and live a dull life for many, many days.
Life is too short for nostalgia, aftertaste, hesitation and recovery. Don't care too much about the regrets left by meeting and leaving, and don't care too much about the joys and sorrows brought by honor and disgrace. It's fate to be together. We cannot be soul mates, but we can be honest with each other. When we leave, we cherish each other and show infinite love in our limited life. Too many regrets can only bother you, and too many complaints are a sign of incompetence. In the inn of life, everyone is a passer-by, and many things in this world come and go in a hurry. Rainbow hangs in the sky after rain with its unparalleled brilliance, because the good time will not last long, it will be more beautiful.
Years are like songs, and years can be sung. Everyone's life will play a new movement. Time is merciless. Every stage of childhood, adolescence, youth, middle age and old age will come quietly and pass away quietly. There is only one life, noble or humble. This beautiful and precious life is worth everyone's efforts to cherish. ...
Chapter 6: Time flies like a song. It came quietly and went in a hurry. It walked lightly, danced gracefully, turned around us and left quietly. In a blink of an eye, junior high school career will be over. Recalling the dribs and drabs of these three years, there will always be a smile at the corner of my mouth. There are both happiness and bitterness in it, interwoven together to weave a melodious song.
Hard songs for hard work
"Honey, what should I do ... I'm sure I screwed up. You may not even be in the top 20 of your grade. I have no face to face my relatives and don't want to live. " Lin called and said.
"Never mind," I said, "you should be able to get in. Besides, I don't have the strength to get in. Not very important. Just do well in the next exam. "
After comforting her, we agreed to study hard together. Those days were really hard. I got up early in the morning and chewed a boring class. I wandered around the edge of 3. 1 with my classmates and almost collapsed. The first one went to school for self-study early, and the last one went home from school to study hard at school. But we never regret it. Hard work is the task of our times. Everyone is a dazzling star in the vast starry sky. Only by working hard can we make the light more dazzling.
Dedicate one's own song of joy
In order to make our class more beautiful, students spontaneously stayed in school to "wear new clothes" for the class. Some are responsible for sticking cardboard on the photo wall; Some are responsible for drawing the manuscript and coloring of FamilyTree; Some are responsible for nailing walls and hanging calligraphy and painting. As busy as a bee, although we were busy until nine o'clock, the nail-nailed man broke his hand, the gouache painted himself with paint, and the cardboard-nailed man rubbed himself on the wall ash, we exchanged time for the beauty of the class and our own happiness, and everyone was very happy and satisfied.
The tired song of physical exercise
From the first day of junior high school, the teacher asked us to lay a solid foundation for the senior high school entrance examination and run four times a day. In May or September, the wind blows hard. Everyone's hands are too cold to stretch out their cuffs when running. But the teacher asked that it must be stretched, which would heat up faster. Helpless, everyone exposed their red hands from warm clothes to the poor winter wind. After the spring, the school stipulated that the whole school should go downstairs to run and exercise during the big recess. That amount of exercise can't achieve the effect of training at all. As a result, the teacher stipulated that every time the whole school finished running exercises, girls had to run four more laps and boys had to run five more laps before they could go upstairs. In this way, everyone ran two kilometers a day. Although it is very bitter, everyone can only work hard, bite their teeth and rush forward desperately. Only in this way can the training run faster and faster, and finally reach full marks.
A fruitful and joyful song.
In the long-distance running of study and sports, everyone has developed a good martial arts. Exaggerated, that is, "Wen Tao is very skillful in both sports." Xie Juezai said, "Everything is always expensive and constant." Nothing is impossible as long as you work hard. Everyone has persisted for so long, and it is about to usher in the last fight. After that, we don't want to see the separation. The days when we struggled together and struggled together are gone forever. Speaking of which, who will feel better? Our time together is a song, the most beautiful melody and the most unforgettable hymn! May beautiful songs always accompany our lives and sing forever!
Chapter 7: Looking back like a song, the fleeting time has passed, and along the way, one Lu Ge!
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Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and the life of grade three is fleeting. In this stressful post station, looking back and looking forward to the future, Guanghua years are like a dream!
When I first entered junior high school, I had no idea how strict the school rules and regulations were. I made a mistake just after studying in this school for two weeks. Just returned to the dormitory after lunch, and had a fight with a classmate on the way back to the dormitory. At first, we all walked back to the dormitory with a friend we knew, but suddenly I heard him say, "Why is he so short?" I suddenly flew into a rage. I hit him on the head on the stairs, and I didn't feel Japanese, so I came back and slapped him twice. He began to cry. At this time, I didn't care about his feelings at all, and then I went back to the dormitory. Soon he came to me with his teacher, and then I realized how stupid I was, but it was late and I cried. The math teacher came to tell me that I could apologize to him, so I apologized to him and he accepted. Since then, we have become good friends. It's really "no discord, no concord!" Since then, I have rarely made mistakes! Time flies like water, no regrets about the past; Years are like songs, and the melody is ups and downs!
Beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue; The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight. It won't be long before our big class will go their separate ways, and we should cherish the friendship in front of us. Our class is invincible, and we have created immortal achievements together, which is the result of the efforts of our children and teachers. Before long, our collective will always be a memory, a memory that we will always remember, a memory that we will always bury in our hearts and never forget! The dreamlike past is fresh in my memory; Years are like songs, melodious melody!
We are about to graduate, what will our future be like? How I hope you can hear me, how I hope you can find out, are you waiting for me in my future? In order to meet you, I will definitely work harder! Students must sing like graduation: "Today we are fragrant peaches and plums, and tomorrow we will be pillars of society." To know that our future is not a dream, let's sing a song full of unknowns!
Don't say blessing, never say goodbye, it is better to be silent-leave dreams to the night, tears to the sea, and hope to the future.
Such as the fleeting time of running water, such as the years of singing, fleeting time is a gurgling trickle, and the years are magnificent ballads!
Chapter 8: 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.