The alternation of dawn and crescent moon makes time slip away from your fingertips again, and more than 1000 days and nights come and go in a hurry. -inscription

The first day, the years are like pigeons.

In the first grade, we were like a free-flying pigeon, so naive and energetic. At that time, everyone looked forward to the future and decided to cut off the thorns that paved the road ahead; At that time, everyone spoke freely and conceived their future with rich imagination; At that time, everyone let go of their own ideas, just like sharing their own interesting things in a big family; then ...

The second day, the years are like songs.

In the second day of junior high school, we were praised as "sleeping earth" by teacher Bai Lining, but we won the first place in the singing contest, which proved our strength. We were also full of twists and turns in the second day of junior high school, because most of the students who were punished won the prize in the second day of junior high school. We are still passionate in the second day of junior high school, because we are the first in the singing competition and the first in the radio exercise competition. ...

In the second day of junior high school, we have a song that belongs to us. It is a youthful song, a song that has been made, and a beautiful song. It is composed of melodious notes, including our efforts and sweat, our efforts and struggles, and our youth and vitality. ...

On the second day of junior high school, we are deducing the elegance of youth and interpreting the glory of the years.

In the third grade, the years are like cutting.

In the third grade, we will go our separate ways, because years have separated us from each other, and we will be scattered in the vast sea of people, but I believe that everyone will never forget the indelible traces that have left in our hearts, because these traces make us unforgettable and lead us to grow.

Years are like pigeons, free and looking forward to the future; Years are like songs, twists and turns, passionate songs; Time is like a knife, tempering us, but cutting off our cutting.

This is our third year, this is our short journey, and this is our song-like years.

The third day of Nanning No.13 Middle School: Zeng