Don't look at us as a group of junior high school students who are busy all day long without a moment's rest, but I would like to tell you that we have fun and happiness too.
A few weeks ago, we are preparing for the upcoming exams - in addition to the test or test, in addition to review or review, we mechanically write, do; home from school, it is difficult to finish the homework, but also have to do the extracurricular homework assigned by parents, the test is not good, but also be beaten and scolded, but we must The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the right equipment and then you have to go to the right place.
One day after school, I rushed home, remembered that today there are many things (homework) to do, can not help but speed up the pace, this time from the side of the road came a burst of music and laughter I couldn't help but reach out to see a group of old uncle and a group of old aunts in the square dance together, I saw an old uncle is struggling to jump, his dance steps are so clumsy, his head has a big bead of sweat. They were all so beautiful! At this time, there is an old aunt wanted to learn to dance belly dance, hard twisting belly but always learn not like, but caused the crowd to laugh, my mood also calmed down, and finally also laughed, the foot also stopped long ago. At this time I, as if forgetting everything, forgetting the self, thoughts pull me to childhood ......
At that time, my partners and I love to listen to music, singing and dancing, my grandparents always like to pull me to see them dance, they are old, but the heart is still full of childishness and childishness, their They are old, but their hearts are still full of childlike innocence and childishness, and their lives are more fun.
At this time the thoughts pulled me back, I looked at my watch, suddenly realized that it has been fifteen minutes, I do not care to appreciate, and quickly ran all the way home. I open the schoolbag, take out the homework, but in my mind the figure of those old uncle old aunt ......
Although we are a group of busy junior high school students, but our life, but also has a lot of interesting things, I would like to say: "We also have fun! "
2. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun is lazily sprinkled on every corner of the ground, and the golden rays of light are like the ears of harvest wheat pressing down on my heart, smothering and sinking me, making me gasp for breath.
"Math two papers, physics two papers, and chemistry a paper, language and ......" I silently counted their homework, and from time to time also heard the students next to the whispered curses. Yes, another "full" weekend, "hey! ......" a long sigh of helplessness. Since entering the preparation stage of the examination, my life is no longer "fun" word.
Bearing a heavy bag of books, walking alone on the road home, the mind is still not forgetting the next week's examination.
Every day when I go home, I have to pass a small bridge, under the bridge there is running water, the water is not clear, muddy, but whenever I pass by here after school, there will be a sunset on it, the river surface will reflect the color of scarlet, it is also a unique view. During the rush hour after work, there was a hustle and bustle of pedestrians and vehicles on the road. But when you walk to the square under the bridge, the noise of vehicles can always be suppressed by a lively music. In the evening, the "nightlife" here starts again on time.
When you walk fast and pass by here, you don't hear and don't look, but today you are attracted by the music and slow down and stop to watch.
The small square is not very big, by some rest benches surrounded by a circle, each rest benches behind a small flower bed, flower beds planted with a number of plants and small flowers, warm sunset sprinkled in the above, the color than the daytime slightly dim. But the mood was really out of place with the activity of the characters here.
There is a group of older "dancers" gathered here, standing in a three-row formation, with a dance teacher at the front of the formation, wearing professional dance clothes, with very standardized movements in place, and with the rhythm of the dynamic music, exuding vitality all over, in contrast to the gray hair on their heads. The other elderly people in the square were also full of emotion and had a strong sense of rhythm. Of course, there were also those who were a little less skilled: a grandfather, probably in his sixties, stood in the last row of the line, as if he had just arrived, and because he was not very familiar with the dance steps, his eyes looked at the partners on his left and right from time to time, and he danced with the rhythm, but he was always half a beat slower, which caused the old people beside him to burst into a fit of giggles.
Slowly, I was infected by the atmosphere here. The mood is also slowly becoming calm from impatience. Compared with the old man, I am a teenager, more than they have the capital and conditions to spread vigor, but every day because of the burden of learning and self-hatred, ignoring the fun of struggling life, become pessimistic and negative.
The day is gradually finished, the setting sun remains, the warm light sprinkled on the faces of the elderly, reflecting the passion and vitality of life, I am here, but also found the joy of life.
3. Under the green lamp, holding a yellow scroll, sipping fragrant tea, and so on, that's not me! I hate reading, I hate everything that has to do with words. Such as mountains of homework, such as the sea of questions, argumentative recitation ...... still let me read more? Bitter, is the word!
Childhood I do not like to read, my mother often touched my head, and then pointed to the table of fairy tale books and asked me: "Son, let's read together," I immediately pouted, his head shook with the rattles, giggling and ran away, leaving his mother behind helplessly shaking his head. Now the same is true, every time my mom let me read more books, I will take no time to make excuses, the door of reading has been tightly closed by me.
One day, the teacher announced that the school was going to have a book sharing session, given that I have excellent grades and usually like to talk about things, the teacher did not hesitate to elect me to participate in this book sharing session. The students' encouraging applause was a thunderbolt in my eyes! Oh my god, what can I do? I haven't read any books, let alone talk about insights and sharing, this is going to be the end! I had the intention of excusing myself, but for the sake of face, I still held back the words that came up in my throat.
Returning home, my mom looked at me with a downcast look and asked with concern: "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you so wilted today? Sick?" Worse than sick!" I muttered, "Ah, what's wrong? Tell mommy quickly!" Mom asked eagerly. I blurted out the book sharing session in my head.
Mom listened and said lightly, "I thought it was something, so it's just this! Look, I usually tell you to read more, read more, you just don't listen, now there is a problem! You don't listen to the old man's words, you'll suffer before your eyes!"
"You still laugh at me, and do not help me think of a way, really want to see your son shame ah!" I was a little upset and said, "Baby, don't be in a hurry, let's put it this way, mom will make a reading plan for you, follow the plan, and make sure you get your hands on it!"
"Really? I was suddenly excited, mom said after a slight pause "However, in view of your past 'spotty', we have to make an appointment, not halfway, yo!"" Of course, I don't want to be embarrassed in front of all my classmates!" I said firmly!
"A gentleman's word"
"is a promise!"
And so the days of reading began!
At first, reading really made me anxious, what is all this stuff ah, annoying really want to give up. But slowly quiet mind, gradually be able to get into the book to go, before the irritation also slowly disappear, reading began to let me feel some different experience. With the passage of time, I found that in fact, the deep meaning contained between the lines can not be depicted by pictures, the words left me reverie, but also pictures can not do. I unconsciously began to reminisce: Zhou Guoping's "Notes from a Father", impressed by his deep love for his daughter; Zweig's "Letters from a Strange Woman", marveling at his delicate feelings; Juschkind's "Perfume", intoxicated by his beautiful aroma ...... through the barriers of time and space, quietly intoxicated in the garden of the book, looking at the stars, watching the stars and the sky. of the garden, looking away from the stars and spring water, overlooking Wuthering Heights below the mountain.
Ah, it turns out that the book is also full of fun, where I failed to reclaim the fertile ground. That a story that has been passed down for thousands of years, a revelation that has inspired generations, began to penetrate y into my soul, the joy of reading, in my heart has been a blooming flower.
4. "Wind Xiao Xiao Ruoxi Yi Shui Cold, the strong man a go Ruoxi not come back", the junior life is really so sad? In the face of mountains of homework, such as the sea of exercises, I think our answer is yes! But, in fact,......
Leisure in the struggle
If to the junior study and life labeled a words, that how a "tired" word. Every day we face is the left hand test questions, right hand textbooks, the morning to memorize words, afternoon to memorize ancient texts, the evening to do math, science, chemistry, where there will be fun to speak of? Is this really the case? We have always said that we are the "flower of youth", we are the "sunrise of tomorrow", what is the synonym of youth? I think it should be hard work, and junior life is not a good interpretation of this full of dynamic rhetoric? Because of the struggle, will let us feel the joy of fulfillment, because of the struggle, will let us appreciate the beauty of the peak, because of the struggle, can turn rotten into magical, change the mediocre into extraordinary.
The struggle of the junior high school, may make us "angry hair", but there will be the same "a glimpse of the mountains" of fun, so, here is also happy!
Leisure in the **** enjoy
"We are not alone in the fight!" This once widely spread words to our junior life is also applicable, because there is a group of students, partners like me in the "side by side", we recite together "if the sunrise and forest fay open, the clouds return to the caves all night", we work together to solve the function of the Analytic formula, we study the object clause, determiner clause, of course, we also talk about Mr. Zhang's old-fashioned "center parted head" ...... We are a collective, we are a harmonious family, we not only *** enjoy knowledge, but also in the sharing of happiness. A word of encouragement when frustrated, a little comfort when helpless, a word of praise when successful, all make our hearts warm, we are the brightest star in the night sky.
The sharing of the third year of junior high school may be a haze of ignorance, but it is all the same real fun, so there is joy here too!
Leisure in the sense
The teacher of the junior high school has been labeled as "devil" and "ferocious" at some point, and the moment the teacher stepped into the classroom, we began a life of fear, guessing whether there will be a "storm" again today. The moment the teacher entered the classroom, we began to live in fear, wondering if there would be another "storm" today, so we began to set up defenses in our minds. However, do not see, math teacher today changed a very fashionable hairstyle, looks much more amiable; do not find, language teacher every time we test good grades, will be happy like a child; do not see, English teacher began to draw a light makeup ...... In fact, the teacher is not the "devil", the teacher is not the "devil". "Devil", their lovely, their cute just wrapped up by the pressure of the exams, do not believe, just look up to see our teachers in the examination room!
The sense of junior high school, may be superficial and thin, but the same real fun, so there is joy here!
Our life is bitter and tiring, but equally colorful and sweet! Our name is junior year, and there is joy here too!
5.
Life does not lack fun, but lacks a pair of eyes to discover fun.
--Title
The rush of life, so that my perception of everything around me have become gradually numb. Life is as plain as water, not a ripple.
Another ordinary day, get up as usual, go to school as usual, go home as usual.
Entering the neighborhood, I got off the bike, slowed down the pace of walking, gradually, I smelled a familiar aroma: "Yes! It's the smell of gardenias!" Inside a sudden burst of excitement. Subconsciously, I went to look for it.
Just to the right of the cell door, here is a small flower bed, small flower bed around the planting of other flowers and plants, but the middle of the gathering of a piece of all gardenia. Other seasons, the gardenia tree is unusual green, and around other plants mixed together, not conspicuous, but every June, white flowers bloom full of branches, in a piece of green especially prominent, at the same time, its fragrance is also rich and sweet, love.
Looking at the gardenia in front of me, my thoughts went back to four years ago ......
That was the most pleasant summer vacation in my life, no homework, no burden, only happy. One day, idly I saw the school district here gardenia, think it extraordinarily beautiful, always can't help but be tempted by its fragrance, lowered the body to sniff a smell, that feeling don't mention how wonderful. In the evening, I will also "secretly" pick one or two flower bones, carefully with a clean cup filled with clean water, the flower bones dipped in the water, quietly waiting for her bloom. Within two days, the flower bones will open, the whole house is fragrant, the smell, unforgettable. I took good care of it, every day to remember to give it a water change, sometimes, afraid that it will lack of sunlight, from time to time to take it to the sun. Until finally the flowers become yellow and withered, only to throw him away with reluctance. The process of raising flowers is full of fun.
After entering junior high school, my summer vacation no longer belongs to myself, but belongs to the study and advancement, and I can't even remember the scene of the gardenia blooming in these four years.
Today, four years later, let me once again in this small corner saw these lovely flowers, let my boring life added a trace of reminiscence, a wisp of sweetness. Carrying sweet memories, my life will go farther and farther.
Busy life, don't neglect the scenery around you, between square inches, there is also endless fun.