Three years ago, just out of childishness, we stepped into the campus of junior high school. These three years in junior high school are like five-flavor bottles, with ups and downs.
Sour-when two-thirds of our junior high school time has passed, some students will go to the experimental class to study. On the day of parting, we all cried and felt sour. After all, we have been together for two years. Who can give up? Our friendship with our classmates will not fade because we are not in the same class. Because we know that we will always be in Class Four. The acid of parting will be the driving force for our reunion.
The sweet time returned to the next day. When we are preparing for the May Day long-distance running, we walk with the sun every day. The sun witnessed our efforts, and sweat moistened the grass. Our efforts were not in vain. We all cheered for our athletes when they galloped on the field. Entering the sprint stage, we are sweating for them. When they got good grades, we hugged each other in the classroom and were happy for their victory. We felt the sweetness.
Bitter-time has returned to the present. On our third day, the sun goes out and the moon goes home every day. We have to struggle for several points every day. Although it is bitter, we are not afraid. Everything is to get good grades in the most beautiful June. Repay the teaching of the three teachers and the expectations of our parents. At the same time, it is also a good transition for your future. The bitterness of the present makes the sweetness of the future.
Spicy-it's time to go back to work. We are all crazy together, but two classmates quarreled. After our mediation, they made up. In fact, there is friction between classmates, which smells like pepper. Why can't you change your perspective when you have conflicts with your classmates? After all, take a step back.
Salty-time is condensed to the present, and now it is May. The day of our parting is getting closer and closer, and the sadness in our hearts is getting heavier and heavier. Every time I think that we are going to be apart, tears will unconsciously flow down and stay in my mouth so salty. However, these tears contain our disappointment with our classmates and teachers and our attachment to our alma mater. ...
Memories on campus are always so beautiful. There are too many memorable things in junior high school these three years, and these campus memories will always be in my mind.
Let's start a new day with the sunrise, cherish the present time and cherish the memory of the campus.
Recalling the laughter and tears on campus for 2 years; In my childhood, when happiness and sadness were intertwined, I spread my wings and soared in the sky. The blue sky stretched out warm arms and hugged me tightly. Sadly, I looked back at the rainbow house that has been with me for six years and said softly, "Take care."
After careful calculation, there are not many days to stay in school. In June, I will say goodbye to my "mother" who gave birth to me for six years. The days of studying here are bitter, but sweeter; There is hard work, but more is harvest. Looking back at the beautiful campus, I have footprints everywhere. The atrium has the carefree child face of my kindergarten; On the playground, there is my sweaty back; There are photos of me in the classroom, and the campus is full of our memories. All good things will not be forgotten. Teachers' inculcation, students' music getting along, the dribs and drabs of Xikou seem to be in front of us, and the beautiful memories seem to be yesterday, but now they are gone.
I still remember when I was in the fifth grade, I didn't have any sincere friends, but I was always alone. After class, I won't go out. I will just sit in my seat reading and doing my homework. Now that I think about it, the class time at that time was simply torture. I really envy seeing my classmates talking and laughing in groups of three or five. After two years of getting along, my interpersonal relationship has made great progress, and I dare not speak on my own initiative anymore!
In my junior year, I was ignorant, quiet and introverted, obedient to the orders of my elders, and never had my own views and opinions; As a middle school student, I seem to know very well, dare to speak freely, and often raise my hand to speak in class, which is a good helper in the eyes of teachers and parents; When I was in the third year of high school, I had a big temper and often quarreled with my mother, which made my mother have a terrible headache. After six years of experience and growth, I have grown up.
The primary school campus has been my spiritual mentor for six years. What happened here is happy, angry, sad and happy, and a hundred fingers can't count it! After entering junior high school, everyone went their separate ways and headed for an unknown high school career. We may be greeted by terrible thorns, but it may also be sweet fruits! Even if our childhood is losing bit by bit, we should still make good use of the time we get along with everyone and pursue the lost childhood with our childlike innocence!
Memories on campus composition 3 Familiar campus, familiar classroom, familiar classmates and the runway that you and I are most familiar with are our best memories and our saddest land. ...
That spring season, there were two people on the runway, that is, you and me. The willows beside the runway have sprouted, the air is full of the breath of spring, and you and I are full of infinite vitality. That spring, we agreed to run together every day. Every afternoon, we all run together twice. Tired, we sat down and talked for a while, and there was our laughter in the air. As the sun sets, there is only your back and our sweat on the runway. ...
In summer, the trees become very green, and cicadas keep chirping in the trees. The flowers are also very delicate and charming, and the breeze is blowing, and the flowers are shaking slightly. It's very hot after running around. Let's buy popsicles together. After coming back, we sat in the shade, ate popsicles, smelled the faint flowers in the air, and talked about our dreams together. "Ha ha ha ..." You and I laughed in the distance. How free and happy we were then!
Autumn wind blows, leaves ring, autumn comes, leaves turn yellow, flowers wither, and even grass is no longer full of vitality, but you and I are still laughing. There are many maple leaves on the runway. We started to pick them up, and we competed to see who had the biggest and reddest maple leaves. How happy we were then!
The winter wind blows. On that day, our friendship split in that land, and we were no longer like before. Snow, floating down, I stood there alone. Looking at this familiar runway, my heart is cold. I tried my best to recall the picture of our happiness. I want to escape, I don't want to admit this fact. However, the snow covers our friendship mercilessly.
Time flies, but it doesn't make me forget that experience.
A sudden epidemic has disrupted people's life rhythm, so we can't go to school. I have never been so eager to go back to school!
School is a place full of memories, and every corner has different memories. The pictures of students getting up early to study in the flower beds, the vigorous figures of students on the playground and the scenes of teachers spreading knowledge in the classroom are deeply imprinted in my mind and will always be the negatives in my mind.
Winter has gone with snowflakes, and spring has come with swallows. Watching butterflies fly by, beautiful flowers and green grass ... all the troubles will disappear, and even better, it is so beautiful to have friends around. After seeing off the spring and summer, Miss Qiu came to the world with gentle steps. Miss Qiu is yellow. She stroked the earth, and the earth took off its green clothes like magic overnight and quietly put on a new golden dress. The school has also become a golden world. However, looking at the fruitful branches, our hearts are so rich. Unconsciously, winter came, no butterflies flew, swallows went to the south, and flowers withered. Just then, it began to snow in the sky, and the snowflakes like goose feathers were swirling. The school suddenly entered the world of ice and snow, and it was all white. Chimonanthus praecox in the corner has opened its petals. It fights against winter with tenacious perseverance, and there is a happy voice on campus, which seems to exist from spring to winter. Looking back on the past and present ... before, we were afraid to go to school and thought he was a demon. Now we find that the school is so familiar, and there are voices of joy, happiness and happiness in the corner of the school.
I like campus and campus life. Being a student is happy. However, there are no regular students on campus, and we will leave school. The thick homesickness is sent to the campus, and the faint departure marks the end of campus life. Pick a maple leaf on campus and clip it in your memory. I will look for it in the future and let it continue in my dream. What I take away is the campus memory, but what I can't take away is the campus.
Memories on campus composition 5 Time flies like water. Blink of an eye, countless days and nights are gone forever, and ruthless June is dragging its heavy steps towards us. Looking at the beautiful campus, the cold wind seems to play a sad farewell song, waving, but it is difficult to say goodbye.
On the other side, flowers are in full bloom
I still clearly remember the tension and joy of entering the campus. Everyone is like a sailing boat for the first time, eager to conquer the waves.
It was a brilliant September, and a group of carefree children galloped on the playground in loose and fat school uniforms, and their laughter echoed over the campus. As the bell rang, the playground suddenly became quiet. Only a large area of wild roses is swaying in the wind, and small and unknown flowers are hidden in the green lawn, bright yellow, looking up at the sun in the grass, just like us, starting a new dream journey.
On this shore, everything is in autumn.
A sudden heavy snow buried the green that did not fade in time. After a gust of wind and cold current, only a few scattered leaves are left on the branches, which makes this late autumn even more desolate.
This scene is like our fourth day life. The upcoming senior high school entrance examination caught us off guard. At this time, I am not in the mood to pay attention to the large-scale withering of wild roses. Instead, I am busy in the sea of questions every day. We skinny sailboats are struggling in the rough waves. The peak of the dream is just around the corner. As long as you cross this vast sea, you can reap the fruits of success. So we're all trying.
Dreams will come true.
After nine years of grinding a sword, how can you stop? Who doesn't want good dreams to come true? The turbulent waves are our driving force, and the problems of the sea of people temper our amazing perseverance. We are the rising sun, full of vigor and vitality; We are young eagles who spread their wings and March forward bravely; We are newborn calves and we are unstoppable.
Vaguely seeing the smooth road of the future, let's let go of our reluctance and nostalgia, rush to a better future with memories of a beautiful campus and enjoy more beautiful scenery!
Recalling the 64-year life on campus is rich and colorful, with joy of success, cheerful laughter, excitement of performing on stage and confident smile. I also have happy memories in this semester.
It is a great honor for me to represent my school in the competition since I entered the first private school. I cherish this opportunity every time. At the beginning of September, the teacher of the drum team told us that we would take part in the final of the drum competition in Yangpu District, and everyone was very excited. There is still more than a month, and time is pressing. Everyone actively cooperates.
After the teacher's selection, I was selected as the standard bearer. Every time I rehearse, I listen to the drums and step on them. Make sure to keep pace with other flag bearers. Every rehearsal training, everyone is very serious. In this way, the day of the game came. Once we rehearsed for more than two hours and were exhausted, but they refused to rest.
The day of the game has finally arrived. I am particularly excited and nervous. After practicing for so long, it's finally time for the game. Look at the standard-bearers of other schools, all full of energy and very proud. I feel a little nervous. I'm afraid my steps don't follow the beat. I'm afraid I won't cooperate with another flag bearer and drag the team back. I told myself silently in my heart that I can't go wrong after practicing so many times, so I have to have confidence in myself.
It was our turn, and the instructor said to us, "Be confident and come on!" We nodded. I was wearing a short skirt and short sleeves, and I felt cold. However, strong willpower made me grit my teeth and hold on. I held my head high, walked with firm steps, looked at another flag bearer out of the corner of my eye and walked side by side with her. On the way, I looked at the confident eyes and bright smiles of the judges.
Finally, we are very proud to hear that the private sector has won the gold medal. This makes us understand a truth: there is a reward for giving.
Time passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, I have lived on campus for ten years. The normal period is twelve years (from elementary school to high school). Because I didn't finish junior high school with some of my classmates, I came to the vocational education center (a provincial-level key vocational secondary school integrating TV University, vocational middle school, vocational high school, technical school, agricultural machinery school, agricultural broadcasting school, finance and trade cadre school and motor vehicle driver training school). The reason is self-evident: you may know.
Every time I think back to campus life, I feel reluctant to go. Because I like living on campus too much, I either don't cherish campus life or I don't want to grow up.
Faced with these three extremely simple questions, think about my previous campus life. Indeed, I like living in this beautiful campus, and I didn't cherish campus life before. Looking back on these past events now, I really want to start all over again. As for not wanting to grow up, it's just imagination. A person can't be a child forever. If a person is always a child, there will be no adults in this world.
It has been two years since I came to the vocational education center. In the past two years, there have been happy, divergent and educational campus cultural activities. I can't forget this wonderful campus life.
We are about to enter the internship stage, that is, we are about to leave school, enter a professional place, and face the future life. There are also some students who are self-employed and want to find a job or open their own stores. I am a self-employed classmate of mine. I started my own business to study other majors, because the automobile major doesn't like it very much. Therefore, you should study other majors. However, only one year.
Although we are a little reluctant to go, we must face the fact of entering the workplace. Although we don't want to be apart, time waits for no one. Although you didn't want to leave school, the drive shaft took you there. So that you can't slowly taste campus life.
At the moment of parting, recalling our friendship made me feel the warmth of a big family.
Memories on campus composition 8 In the long memory river, there are always some dazzling stars, shining with the light of youth and blooming with touching colors.
"Every color should be in full bloom. Don't let the sun leave only black and white. ..... "The thoughts in my heart were drawn to a month ago by the song. "The singing contest will be held next month. What do you think of the song we want to choose? " The monitor shouted at the top of his lungs. We stopped our work and looked at each other in confusion. Finally, someone broke the short silence, and a boy said, "The best future." Everyone began to recall the lyrics and tunes of this song in their minds. Gradually, more and more people raised their hands and agreed to take part in the competition with this song. So, several class committees got together to discuss some things.
Spring is a time when the heart throbs and the world is full of vitality. For the first time, several backbones in the class decided to practice singing after school every day. Although the decision was hasty, everyone was full of confidence and their beliefs condensed into a force. At the beginning, the study Committee sent lyrics to everyone, marked with male and female voices; The assistant monitor on the side plays music on the laptop of the class teacher to familiarize everyone. Because the class teacher can't wait for us every day, several students who like to play mobile phones usually dedicate their mobile phones to play weak music. In this way, until the day of the game, we stood on the stage …
"Under the same sky, this is the best future." The stadium echoed with the songs we walked together.
"Come on, come on." Cheers resounded through the stadium. The sky in March is not so clear, but in March we will welcome the second senior high school entrance examination, which is physical education class! You see, in the solid ball area, the first student is throwing the ball with his swing arm, the second student is squatting to wipe the ball with a dry rag, and the last student is holding a plastic bucket to pick up the ball back and forth. Everyone is so coordinated and compact. Before the long-distance running, there will be so many students in each class in twos and threes to give chocolates to others to replenish energy. With the referee's whistle, a row of athletes left the starting line, and gradually, a long queue surged on the 400-meter runway. That's running for the senior high school entrance examination, that's running for youth.
A song, a cry, those are the charming scenery of our long life. Only when you taste with your heart, can you chew the taste of happiness.
Campus Memories Composition 9 All good things must come to an end. We are gathered in the same class. A year later, we have many wonderful memories, but a year later, we have to face separation.
There are many wonderful memories in the third grade, including allies who met and struggled, established imaginary enemies in their hearts, friends who talked and laughed, and endless papers. . . . Everything, every pile, is a different feeling.
Do you remember the runway where we would sweat? Do you remember when we shouted "Go all out" at the Thanksgiving party? Do you remember the school sports meeting where we helped each other? Remember those quality inspections that we struggled with each other? Do you still remember the afternoon of revelry after the PE exam? ...
We have too many wonderful memories to tell them clearly. Those figures are fixed in our minds, like photos, and they are all touching stories when picked up one by one. Recalling the campus, there is a big Lou in every school year. Now we are all immature and slightly mature, and we have lost our childish appearance. Everyone's face has some calm appearance more or less.
The third grade is the midpoint station. We waited in line for a year and finally got on a bus called "Senior High School Entrance Examination". We don't know where it will take us. Along the way, I will see a lot of scenery, witness the departure of my former comrades-in-arms, but I can't do anything about it, and see my classmates get off the bus halfway ... The bus is still driving, and the memories are still going on.
Those flowery smiles, the time when we joked with each other, the papers we made together, the days when we talked together, and the unity of our immersion in the school sports meeting ... are the testimony of our happy coexistence. Step by step, we keep growing and honing ourselves. Every drop of sweat is so meaningful, and every failure makes us believe in ourselves more.
Youth is like a running river, once it is gone, it is too late to say goodbye. I don't know how many people will remember those memories that can still be laughed at when I graduate. The future is uncertain, and we need constant efforts to reach the petals of that successful flower. Dear friend, meeting you in grade three is the most beautiful accident. ...
Memories on campus 10 My campus is beautiful and full of vibrant scenes. As soon as I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was the lush tall pine trees standing on both sides of the road, guarding my school like mighty soldiers. Whether it is hot summer or cold winter, it always sticks to its post silently. Support the progress of students and guide our progress-isn't this the portrayal of our respectable teacher?
I remember chatting with my good friend on the physical education class. Suddenly, we all heard a cry. It turned out that the senior brother knocked down the junior child and the "perpetrator" ran away. My name is Wang Qiancheng, and we walked to our friends together ... "What's your name? In which class? Are you hurt? ..... "Before I could speak, I spoke first. You stole all my lines! "My name is Zhang ... cold in Fujian dialect ... is a ... . . (5) ... Class ... My ... foot hurts a little ... "The child cried and gave us a" report ". "Oh, what can I do?" My heart is like an ant on hot bricks-I'm in a rash!
At this time, a teacher on duty on the playground came to us. "What's the matter?" That?
The tall and strong teacher on duty spoke. "She was knocked down." As we talked, we helped him up and gave him to the teacher on duty. He went to see the little girl's PE teacher.
Our teacher Li will praise me when she knows it, and her heart is sweeter than eating honey!
Help others and be happy! This is my memory on campus.
Memories on campus 1 1 Flowers bloom and fall. This place carries too many memories.
August fireworks in Guyana
That day, the bonfire party, we are not familiar with it. On that day, the stars were bright, the fireworks were gorgeous, and the beating flames reflected our happy faces. Holding hands, we formed a big circle around the campfire, running around it. On that day, our story began with gorgeous fireworks.
Wu Jianian July greeting card
That day, everything came too suddenly. We don't know each other very well, but the news that you suddenly went to Germany surprised me. The original D26 mentor group lost one person because of your departure. Too many people come and go in our lives, and I can't stop to change them. On that day, I wrote in my greeting card to you: "This farewell may never meet again. I hope you can be happy in Germany. " From that day on, I began to cherish the life with everyone. Because I know that one day, we will leave.
Pirate ship in December of Sino-Japanese War
1February 3 1 day, carnival, we are immersed in unprecedented joy. We boarded a pirate ship. During the time on the boat, you held my hand tightly and comforted me not to be afraid of heights. I hold your hand tightly, too. I don't seem to be afraid anymore. On that day, we sprayed each other with vanishing cream. In the "flying snow", in the hazy, I seem to see your rare smile. At the end of that day, we reluctantly said goodbye and gave up today's happy day.
April Fan Hua, Ai Weinian
At that time, the begonia flowers on campus were in full bloom. You and I are walking on the path, feeling the sunshine falling from the cracks in the leaves, picking up the falling petals and making bookmarks. We are lying on the playground, looking at the sky far and near from us, counting the white clouds and telling each other's worries. You told me that no matter how low the temperature is and how windy it is, spring will come eventually. Like this blooming flower, facing the east wind, waiting for its own spring.
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Time flies, 24 exams, and the third day is coming. Maybe we'll be apart again. But I will always remember our time and our memories.
Memories composition on campus 12 Standing on the playground of primary school again, a breeze blew, my thoughts suddenly surged and a sadness welled up in my heart.
I will never forget him, and I will never forget that happy time.
At that time, I was in the first grade and didn't like to associate with strangers, so I didn't have a bosom friend.
On a hot afternoon, the sun scorched the earth like a stove. Everyone went to the corridor to enjoy the cool, and I was the only one running around the playground as if I had been abandoned.
Running and running, suddenly, I tripped over a stone and fell on the runway, and my knee was burning.
A warm hand took my hand and lifted me up. I looked back and it was him.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"Nothing, thank you."
"Oh. Let's go and play together! "
Before I could answer, he came over and put my hand in front of the swing. I sat on the swing and grabbed two ropes. Just listen to "sit tight!" With a cry, he gave me a push, and I flew, as if the sky was within reach; I gently shook it down and embraced the earth. In this way, we played for a long time, sitting on the same swing, swinging to the same sky and landing in the same place.
After a while, a sweet bell rang and we walked into the classroom together.
"Wait a minute," I stopped him and stammered. "Can we be friends forever?"
He smiled: "Of course!" Then he turned and walked back to the classroom. At that moment, I thought it was not difficult to make friends. The difficult thing is to worry about yourself unnecessarily. Since then, we have been every day.
Study and play together. Time flies ―― we've all grown up, but we're getting stranger to each other.
When I woke up from my memory, I found two more little boys chasing and playing on the playground, just like me and him. Another breeze blew, and I touched my cheek involuntarily. There seemed to be a few pearls on my quiet face.
In bursts of laughter, I turned and left, leaving only a footprint and a string of memories.