Stepping into the campus, a faint fragrance makes everything look so beautiful. We read aloud in the clear morning, and started a tense day in the morning breeze, recording our energetic years. This is a campus story.
Life in grade three is tense and full, so we should be "immersed, all in English." Students often sit around to overcome difficulties. The problem of being sleepy for a long time was solved, and the students all laughed, as if the breeze had blown away the dark clouds. A well-written "Jiangchengzi" written by a famous classmate: "Teenagers are crazy and boundless. They laughed at Lvliang, and after several years of sharpening their swords, they are going to try their best now ... "Such lofty aspirations have made me full of emotion surge and confidence. Knowledge points such as Ye Zhe, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, ABCD and the sound of power and light seem to be full of vitality and come to us with a smile.
At noon, the students were talking and laughing, and the classroom was full of vitality. But that day, we shed tears. The teacher cheered us on in a hoarse voice. Looking at the tired and reluctant eyes of the teacher, we shed tears. I don't want the teacher to worry about us anymore. For this love, we will try our best to achieve excellent results and repay our teachers. Yes, I will! Because our energy and love will work miracles!
Once I went to the preparatory grade to give a report with a classmate. A boy asked, "elder sister, what do you think of the success or failure of life?" We paused for a moment. After a while, I said, "Pursuit and yearning are necessary in life, but real success is hard to come by." I only hope that you, including ourselves, can complete the complete or incomplete journey in life. "They smiled, their faces full of sunshine and childishness. We also laughed, because we had such a pure and happy life.
Jingjing's campus has left us many stories, which are so wonderful and energetic. There is a sincere friendship accompanied by blind date, a faint dawn, cheers and shouts flying all over the field, and a perfect artistic conception of red leaves and rain hitting banana in the sunset; There are teenagers sitting quietly at their desks, diligent gardeners, tension of 3. 1 minute, and more youthful vigor. Write it down, write down those energetic years, write down those campus stories that we can't forget.
Comments: The author's interpretation of "vitality" is not simple laughter and noise, but a feeling of meditation, tears and growth. Although the author does not describe the whole life of junior high school, the wonderful filling of lyrics, sincere feelings between teachers and students, and thinking about the life of junior high school students are all unique experiences of the author. It is this little bit of campus plot that shows the rich experience of middle school students full of youthful vitality and continuous growth. The author's language is also remarkable, full of "youthful vitality".
Forgotten corner
As soon as I entered the classroom in the morning, I felt an atmosphere that was not quite right. Everyone's heads are buried very low, and restless eyes are not staring at textbooks, but exchanging opinions from time to time. Teacher Wang stood on the podium with a solemn face and two or three pages in his hand. I slipped into my seat and elbowed my deskmate: "What happened?" The deskmate pointed to the back without looking up. I looked back and saw that Shen Jia's seat was empty. She's sick? I guess, at the same time, I think she is too silent, and she hardly says more than five sentences every day.
Miss Wang suddenly cleared her throat, which was the prelude to her speech. "Classmates, I don't explain anything now. I just want to explain this belief left by Shen Jia and then listen to your thoughts. "
I looked up curiously.
"Miss Wang, classmates, I know that I am a very annoying person, and everyone doesn't want to talk to me, but I have no other way to think about it. I have to leave ... "I was taken aback and didn't understand why she had such an idea. Nobody talks to her. Oh, maybe, but everyone thinks she doesn't like playing with others!
"Yes, I played a very bad role in the class. In class, whenever I answer a wrong question, I feel uneasy and blush. I stood alone in my seat, watching my classmates bow their heads and try to hold back their laughter, but no one wanted to look up and give me an encouraging look. That kind of taste is really unbearable for me ... "
"Oh, my God!" The deskmate exclaimed, "People don't look at her because they are afraid of her embarrassment. Who will laugh at her! " I agree to nod. I can't see that Shen Jia, who sits down calmly after answering the wrong question every time, should have such a strong psychological reaction.
"Remember that English speech? No one knows how much courage I have mustered and how much effort I have made. No one knows my nervousness and anxiety on the stage. Maybe I am really bad, but I only pray for a little applause, but there is nothing, nothing. Am I that useless? ……"
I began to change from surprise to anxiety, just clapping. Why am I so stingy? Everyone knows that Shen Jia's speech was unexpectedly wonderful, but can all this be attributed to the fact that we have no habit of clapping in our boring class? I was lost in thought, and before I knew it, the letter was over.
"... today is my 14 birthday. I want to say goodbye to you in this lonely festival that belongs only to me. Maybe I'll transfer, maybe I won't go to school again. In short, this annoying figure will disappear from everyone's eyes. "
After reading the letter, the classroom was silent. Under this silence, there is clearly an undercurrent of agitation, which is the shock of every soul.
The monitor stood up: "teacher, we will get her back." We know what to do. " Yes, everyone knows what to do, but it seems that everyone has forgotten to do it. Sensitive Shen Jia reminded us with her wounds that every member should be integrated into the collective and should not be a forgotten corner.
Birthday-I miss my hometown
Today is my fifteenth birthday.
In the newly renovated house, my mother conspicuously placed two pots of flowers, one is a fiery bougainvillea, and the other is a azalea that blooms like a hydrangea. Goldlion cake, lovely lamb toy, long awaited. My cousin's short message and my brother's blessing have already announced the birthday dinner in advance.
But my sadness and loneliness filled my chest. Looking at the rows of new buildings outside the window and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the corridor, I miss the old house where I lived for fourteen years. At that time, I had never felt so lonely on my birthday.
My hometown, I spent fourteen years, and today I am so stubborn and clear. ...
In the early morning of my hometown, there is no need to wind up the alarm clock. The kicking of slippers, the swishing of water, and the unwilling yawning of children awakened by their parents in their dreams are all clocks that wake you up.
Say good morning to each other, and a new day begins in the old hospital. Cyclists, motorcyclists, buses, brisk walkers ... half of them left their hometown.
After seeing off the noise in the morning, the old people left behind began to plan again. Tidy up the house, prepare lunch and exchange ideas about children's birthdays. Grandma Zhang talked about the difficulties at home, and Grandpa Li complained about retirement. My second uncle, who was resting in shifts, also took the time to repair his singing bike. The leisurely atmosphere sent away a long day.
My hometown is never lonely. When the children fly back like homing birds after school, when the adults at work dock like sailboats, when every window flashes with the light of peace, you can smell the fragrance of all kinds of food, and you can hear the joyful calls of all mothers. The most intoxicating moment in my hometown has arrived.
At home, you don't have to worry about the door being locked, because your neighbor has your key; Don't be afraid to forget to water the flowers, because the right house has been thought of for you; You don't have to worry ... when the children are not at school and there are unexpected guests at home, it's like a family. The yard is filled with the breath of love sharing weal and woe and happiness.
Although the environment of the new building is so clean and beautiful. But I can't forget the old dean's mossy pool, the ivy peeling off the gray wall, and the birthday dinner where the whole hospital blew out the candles in one breath ... It was the old hospital that accompanied me through so many unforgettable years!
Today's birthday, yesterday's hometown ...