The first chapter: excellent weekly diary of high school students, 800 words to write daily life. During Friday recess, I put my hand in front of the fence and looked down at it at will. After the rain, the campus was shrouded in dense fog, and the flower beds, Woods, lawns and playgrounds ... added a layer of hazy beauty, fluttering and ethereal, just like a fairyland. Early winter is coming, the cold wind is bleak, and my heart is inexplicably sad. Suddenly, I don't know who patted me on the shoulder. I turned and looked at it. It turned out to be xx. He leaned against the fence and stood side by side with me. He smiled and said, "It will be the class of the old class in the future. I heard that he will announce the results of the mid-term exam. "
"Really?" I smiled and said, "Then you should be careful. I will beat you this time. Although the test paper has not been issued yet, every question is under my control. " "Hey, so confident? But don't forget, our current situation is 64, and your chances of being cool are above mine. " I live in the same neighborhood as Xx and xx, and have known each other since kindergarten. We are very close and talk about everything. Xx is several months older than me, and xx is the youngest.
"No way, it is confident to report so many cram schools, and the energy is not comparable to the past."
"Ha ha! Is it? Then we will wait and see! " Say that finish, xx smiled and waved to me.
The bell rang and the old class came into the classroom to tell the students the long-awaited exam results. This is really called xx. He deserves to be the head teacher's favorite pupil, and he is also a "strong enemy" that I may not win with all my efforts. Looking at the whole class, there are few people who can compete with me at present. Xx, xx, xx are top students. The old class often jokes about xx, saying that he is "the third child in a thousand years". Xx is a girl, so there is no need to argue with her. The number of the first throne xx is the largest, followed by me. Xx, who is beautiful and can sing and dance well. If her grades were equally good, she probably wouldn't take the exam this time. Xx's ability is also first-class, but there is still a gap compared with the top three.
The head teacher began to tell the math scores of each student according to the serial number. Xx and I smiled at each other. The old class laughed in his eyes and went on reading. This math test is still at some level, and the difficulty is hard to say. After hearing the result, most students are frowning and sighing anyway, and their hearts are cold. When they go home, they have to be scolded, reflect and make up lessons. I made only one mistake in the math fill-in-the-blank problem Xx, and everything else was correct. He suddenly squatted down and knocked on the desktop, obviously unwilling. Knowing that I got full marks in math, he smiled and nodded at me with great grace and friendliness. Then there are the scores of other subjects: English lost to xx, ten points less than him, but it was a big defeat; Xx Chinese is not as high as mine, but it is not far from me, which is harmless.
On the whole, the strength of xx is indeed stronger than mine. It doesn't matter. I have a strong opponent, classmates and friends standing in front of me, always reminding me that learning will be more motivated. Looking out of the window, the fog has gradually dispersed and the scene before us is clearly visible. The delicate and holy snow orchid in the flower bed is growing quietly and trying to extend to the sun in my heart.
Chapter two: The excellent weekly diary of senior high school students writes 800 words of daily life. On Thursday, the weather turned cold.
On the bustling street, passers-by are blowing hot air and wearing coats, showing a cold look. I am no exception, my frozen hands are a little stiff and red. Unfortunately, this weather can't add atmosphere to the snow, and I miss too much fun.
The cars on the road were a bit dazzling, and everyone honked their horns to show off their loudness. It's a little noisy, but I really can't hide at home, because classes will be closed today. On the way here, the smoke from the grocer's cooking filled the air, and passers-by always wanted to add some oil to their mouths to warm themselves up. What my classmates whispered, I missed listening because of the environment. "Why?" He asked me, but it's no fun to share such chores with him.
The downhill road of the school is bustling and looks like a colorful painting. Men love beauty as much as women, and women will still draw makeup pens outside their eyes, wear bright clothes and walk classic dance steps on high heels. The man's hair is upright, and he looks beautiful in disguise. But I thought I was going the wrong way and looked at the front door, that's right! It's school. Hesitated before moving forward.
I feel much better in chemistry class. I still teach nature, but I remember! Many teachers have talked a lot about nature, and the social government has held meetings to discuss it, but looking around, oh, all the protection is really good, so that the water consumption is decreasing every day, so that sandstorms and pollution are caused in many places. I laughed, only to know that I was laughing at the so-called protective measures. But I still can't help worrying about myself. It is my responsibility to be kind to myself. The second section, tinker activities, that is, sports. But few people are active, hiding in the sun, that is enjoyment! Oh, I didn't care so much about other things, so I stopped shooting a few baskets myself. I don't know if this kind of walking is exercise, so I think it is also a way to kill time.
Walking along the building, the white thing exposed by the dust is dazzling, which is' dandelion'. I can still drive in this environment, and I admire it from the bottom of my heart and am sincere. I stay where I am. I want to look at it. I want to write down all its beauty. But in retrospect, I feel a little pitiful. After all, this place is not suitable for its growth. The construction site is under construction, and workers coming and going will pay attention to such a humble little flower? Ha ha! But there's nothing I can do. I think I can only comfort myself with my eyes. The rustling sound, I closed my eyes and listened, hey! It's the sound of the wind, blowing my clothes quietly and flapping. At this time, I saw a hidden seed swimming to the sky, flying with laughter and dreams. Smiling at all of them, I saw hope. It is invisible and cannot be shared by others in good faith. You can only feel it yourself, and even if you say it, you may be ridiculed. The crowd almost dispersed and no one threw a ball at the basket. Also, the class is almost over.
The bell rang and I looked down. There are only bald buds left, and now I can't see any pity. Yes, that's a smile. What a beautiful smile. I have envied it several times, but what I envy more is that dandelion seeds can leave this cruel place and fly freely to their ideals. Well, it's really enviable ...