Writing in the second day of junior high school 1 We are young and ignorant, and the scenes remain in our hearts.
We spent another semester in Class Two, Grade Eight, a very happy class. In the study, we are not the first positive number, but we are not the last. We are always in second place. No matter what activities the school holds, our class seems to be second. Our class seems to be second from beginning to end. But we two students are so happy. I like this course very much.
After an exam, everything is over. We're breaking up. It's really sad I feel that the second day of junior high school passed too fast, and I don't feel anything. The third day is coming. How to play in the face of such great pressure? We should study hard and prepare for the senior high school entrance examination. I'm really scared. I'm so afraid of leaving. I was scared. I am deeply impressed that I have to go through everything in my life, but I have never been able to get through it. I am afraid that my friend will leave me. I was scared. I'm afraid of loneliness, loneliness, and no one to accompany me.
"Youth is like running water" is gone forever. What should we pay tribute to? When we grow up, these memories have been deeply imprinted in my heart. I can't forget them, and I won't forget them. I will keep this scene in my heart, no matter who I hate, who I hate and who I love. Class 2, Grade 8, there are bold LY, DM who loves me, ZXT who is cute and cute, and ZLX who bothers me. In this class, I don't want to be bored or not.
The last two classes were cleaned by the whole school, and this coke ruined us.
It's not that I don't like studying, but that I feel tired and monotonous after studying for a long time. Cleaning is an interesting thing. All the students in the school are working, talking and laughing, doing whatever they want. There are too many tasks and they are scattered. The teacher doesn't always stare at a place, but only visits occasionally. This has become our world, free and happy.
We set up an outdoor cleaning area. Our group played a conventional style, so we did it, and the thunder was very popular. Twenty minutes later, we finished the task. The rest of the time, haha, just for fun! So I played on the playground with He Yuejia and Zheng. But there is nothing to play. Nothing interesting. It suddenly occurred to the three of us that the biology lab is our shared area, and several girls are cleaning it. The biology laboratory is very interesting, with clean and brand-new tables and chairs and a sink. The room is spacious and bright. So, the three of us swaggered into the biology lab, laughing and laughing. Unexpectedly, those girls thought we were in the way and kicked us out. Alas, I can't help it! It seems that it is impossible to walk aboveboard. So I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. Our action is guerrilla warfare. When they weren't looking, we sneaked in and hid under the table in the last row, quietly. They talked and laughed while working, and didn't find any trace of us at all. We couldn't help laughing under the table, and finally we were caught laughing too loudly. The result was the same. We were kicked out.
Lab, we haven't had enough fun, so we decided to take the last chance. They came prepared and found us easily. However, this time they didn't stop us, but let us enter smoothly. We are all at a loss. Later, I learned that they had another purpose-let's fetch water. In order to enter the laboratory, we had to compromise unconditionally. This is a basin that can be moved by one person, so we have to carry it with one hand. But we lifted it with a smile, and a basin of water became half a basin of water, and the laughter spilled all the way, and the water spilled all the way.
We also found that there is another room in the laboratory, which is the experimental equipment library. There are many experimental projects in it, which are very novel. It was He who cleaned up, and this time it was Zheng He He Yuejia who went to the battlefield. I watched, and sure enough, they were driven out within three minutes. However, He Yuejia and Zheng's trip was not in vain. They used deviant tactics to pick out their relationship. When they went out, I saw an incredible scene. Zhu Lin and Hu Xiuying wiped the table with a strong smell. They dare to chase each other as if they were running in circles.
The biology laboratory has been visited. What should we do next? Zheng came up with a good idea and went for a walk in the canteen. We flew to the canteen and met Qu Kexin and Bird who were cleaning. Wow! The middle school canteen is much better than the primary school, with a dining table. It's huge. We found that the most interesting thing was not the canteen, but its back. There is a stone wall behind the canteen, which is said to be a slope protection to prevent landslides when it rains. This slope is about 45 degrees, so it is difficult for people to stand on it. However, the more we do this, the more we can arouse our desire to challenge. The three of us race on it. As we approached the finish line, we saw the teacher and ran back in a hurry. Come to think of it, we didn't do anything bad. What are we afraid of? Maybe the teacher will really say something about us for our safety?
When we were going back, Qu Kexin and Bird saw it from the window and quickly closed the door, trying to lock us out. Fortunately, we reacted quickly and rushed in. After coming in, we stared at each other for a long time and finally smiled.
Youth time is happy, study together, work together and play together. Here, we left our youthful figure, full of youthful laughter.
I am from Haixi, and I have lived in Haixi since I was a child. Haixi gave me too much. She makes me feel happy and warm. Especially in my childhood, Haixi gave me extraordinary happiness. Sometimes, a memory may remind us for a long time; Sometimes, a memory may make us feel happy; Sometimes, a memory may make us feel a lot. Perhaps, an early morning time, for the long river of time, is only the smallest of tens of thousands of time periods. However, this time in Haixi is my best childhood memory, which can best reflect my happy childhood.
On a cold winter morning, the sun rises quietly. The bright sunshine shines on the dim earth, which makes people feel warm from the heart. I've got up, and I'm worried about nothing to do after washing and eating, sitting in a chair in a daze. Suddenly, the light in front of me was blocked by a figure. It's her, a very good friend of mine. She took a dress full of sweet potatoes and happily asked me to bake them. Of course I agreed, and happily ran to the backyard with sweet potatoes.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, the fire is going out. She shouted anxiously. I quickly added some more firewood. After a while, my palms felt warm, followed by a sweet potato fragrance. The aroma danced with the wind, and in a blink of an eye, the aroma filled the whole backyard. "Ah, it smells good." She slowly enjoyed the fragrance with her eyes closed. From time to time, the fire makes the sound of charcoal bursting, which seems to tell us that the sweet potato is ripe, and the sweet potato is ripe. We seem to understand this language, so roll up the sweet potato quickly.
"This sweet potato won't burn, will it?" She asked me in an angry tone. "Is it burnt?" I pretended not to know. "Forget it, forget it." She pouted helplessly and said, "Pick it up quickly, or it will really burn." I took the wire from the room and carefully found the sweet potato from the fire. After I found it, I found the center of the sweet potato, inserted it hard, held it up with my hand and put it on the towel next to me. The whole sweet potato is full of burnt smell, which seems to expose dissatisfaction on its dark skin.
"Ah, I ate baked sweet potatoes." We said excitedly and happily. We took the hot sweet potato and carefully peeled off its black skin. What appears in front of our eyes is golden flesh, and the fragrance is sucked into our mouth from time to time. "Ah, delicious" in a short time, we ate more than half. We couldn't help laughing when we looked at each other again. It turns out that we have all become "Xiaohua Mall".
Suddenly, my mother appeared behind us. Needless to say, we were' educated' by our mother, but later, when we looked at each other, we all felt a little smile.
Whenever I think of this memory of Haixi, I feel a smile on my face. I think it was the best and most enjoyable time.
It is inevitable to blame the meeting on the meeting of the hands of time.
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The warm sunshine slipped in through the transparent window and climbed up my shoulder.
A word "Zhu" broke this beautiful night. When I went out to have a look, my classmates held a white puppy in their arms and said it was for me. I hugged him. He is too young, so I found him a carton with some cotton in it. Let him sleep in it. At first, he may not be familiar with the new environment. He was restless, so I found some cakes to coax him.
In the afternoon, mom and dad came back to see the puppy. They didn't think it was as strange as the puppy stolen by others, but they left him. While eating, I was in trouble: there was no vessel to serve him rice. In desperation, I found the lid of the kettle and even his bowl. I picked some rice from the bowl and gave it to him. After eating, he looked up at me and said that he still wanted to eat.
Day after day, he grew up and could tease me. However, the holiday is over. I threw myself back into my study and gradually ignored him. Therefore, he can only be taken care of by his mother. But mom is also very busy!
It was a cloudy afternoon, which happened to be Friday. When I opened the door, the puppy didn't come out to meet me. I am surprised that he comes every afternoon as soon as my footsteps ring. What happened today?
When I walked into the yard, I saw him coming towards me emaciated. I thought he was just hungry, so I threw him some steamed bread. He just smelled it and left haggard. What is even more ridiculous is that I thought he didn't sleep well.
In the afternoon, he didn't eat; The next morning, he still didn't eat, more haggard than before. I cann't believe I'm not worried at all At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I was a little worried and decided to take him to see a doctor. Not long after, my father found that the puppy was taken away by an angel. I walked up to the puppy, squatted down, gently stroked his back, and my nose was sour, thinking about me and him bit by bit. Yes, I have only known him for two months, and our joy has just written the preface. ...
As for the death of the puppy, I think it was my negligence that caused the present result. Perhaps, this puppy is protesting my neglect with his death.
Since then, my family has never had a dog.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time always flies, always trivial. Only by making good use of them can we have a little space of our own in our busy life and feel the beauty of life with our heart.
Enjoy trivial time, and you can feel the pleasure of reading. Taste reading can make you relax, swim in the sea of books, see the world, learn knowledge, let yourself go and cultivate yourself. You can immerse yourself in a world of your own, without the noise of the market, the interference of others and the traffic, so that you can feel your heart in this little book.
Enjoy trivial time, you can go out and have a look. There is a good saying: "The world is so big, I want to see it. Travel and feel the beauty of mountains and rivers; Travel and feel the beauty of civilization; Travel and feel the beauty of the world. Indulge in the landscape, you can feel the heroism and mind of ancient literati, you can feel the rare relaxation and happiness in life, and you can also appreciate the beauty of the world. Go to the natural landscape, you can appreciate the greatness of nature; Go to the civilized ancient city, you can appreciate the rise and fall of history; When you go abroad, you can appreciate the humanistic beauty of other countries.
Enjoy trivial time and cultivate hobbies, such as piano, painting, street dance, football, etc. These are optional. When learning them, I am also tempering my will-my patience and self-confidence. While raising them, you are isolated from the world, time will pass quickly, and you may forget to eat and sleep. When playing the piano, you can indulge in music. When painting, you can get the joy and sense of accomplishment after completion. When you play ball, you can sweat profusely on the court and forget everything unpleasant.
Enjoy trivial time and study. As the saying goes, "play while learning, play while learning". If learning is an interesting thing, you can stop being bored and time will pass quickly and happily. The most important thing is that you can learn a lot of knowledge to enrich your life. When you study in a quiet room, you will appreciate the interest and philosophy of life. Let you enjoy life and time.
Enjoy trivial time, and life will be less boring and boring. It will be full of fun and make your life more meaningful. In this colorful era, I hope you enjoy your trivial time!
Time flies, what can change me? Sometimes the wind will come into your life quietly, even for a second, and it will leave the deepest impression on you. What makes us start to shake every wish we have made? The sky is blue. Looking up at the sky, we find that we still live in this world and have not been forgotten by it.
Looking back, I found that the past life was a past that I had been avoiding and could not forget, but at the same time I couldn't stop. I know when I can start a new life. Stepping into a new stage, I found out how much I miss and how unbearable I am. Everything is still in the room, whether sad or happy, sad or happy, everything is not important, because I have a new life and a new world. Although this world is so humble and needs to be re-run, don't forget that we still live in this world.
Thank those who have made me sad. Without them, I might not have achieved what I am now. Sitting in bed thinking about how to finish this article, I know I can't find the sadness or happiness I wrote before. Maybe I need to cherish time and cherish those lost time. Although I have gained a lot now, I know that my words are getting less and less energetic and I have lost everything I once had. I know that no story can touch me, no love can touch me, not that I have changed, but that the world I live in has changed.
In fact, I am very grateful to those who still support Yao Yao's remarks. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't start writing this article again. I know it may not be connected from beginning to end, but I know that what I wrote is everything I think now. I know I'm not who I used to be. I know I may never write those gorgeous words or those wonderful paragraphs again. This is what I cherish most and what I lose now. At first, I didn't really hope what would happen because of this, but after a long time, I began to love words, like words, like feedback, and like some miscellaneous things.
Ok, that's it, everyone present, thank you.
From Yao Yao!
The second day of junior high school composition Article 7 I
A white mist is locked around the mountain, and a family is located on the hillside. They are not rich. But they see more smiles on their faces and more happiness in their eyes. This family surrounded by happiness is so beautiful.
There are two daughters in their family. The eldest daughter is good at learning and sensible. The youngest daughter has never been to kindergarten, but she is also very smart, lively and cheerful, and extremely clever. Everyone in the village is envious. Perhaps, too happy, God will be jealous, and this cup of happiness will eventually be overturned. That year, the girl was five. Her father and mother quarreled for some reason, and they could never see the old smile on their faces. Home has become so cold.
She doesn't know why her heart is so flustered. An unspeakable feeling rushes in her heart, and she always feels that something is going to happen.
The next day, my mother packed her luggage and took a deep look at the girl. From her mother's eyes, the girl saw many things that she didn't understand. Mother turned and left, leaving this place. Watching her mother's back gradually disappear into the corner, she cried and shouted, hoping her mother would stay. She chased her mother in the distance. When she was a child, she was thrown heavily in the middle of the road and her hand was scratched by pebbles, but she still remembers crying.
After that, the girl felt that she was a child abandoned by her mother. Everyone looked at her with strange eyes. Even the children said that she was a wild child abandoned by her mother and always bullied girls.
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That year, she closed herself up and no longer had that lively sunshine. She became introverted and withdrawn. In her world, she feels that she and he come from different worlds. The passage of time, the shuttle of light and shadow. She grew up like a little bud, but the girl's world was rendered gray and never changed. That time, her mother came back, and the girl looked at the strange and familiar woman in front of her. The disease didn't suddenly run into her arms, just looked at her. But she finally couldn't hold back, and tears still dripped down. Mother grabbed her and called in a hoarse voice, Daughter. The girl in her arms trembled. Finally, the girl knows that the happy time is only superficial. In fact, my father and my mother had problems a few years before that, just pretending to be a little girl. Knowing that the girl smiled here, it was sad to see that smile. She also knows that mom and dad divorced and remarried.
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Even so, the girl has never been peaceful and happy. The mother often had conflicts with her stepfather, and eventually such noise prompted her stepfather to run away from home. That year, the girl was ten years old. Mother sat on the top windowsill, and as long as she moved, she was separated from the girl for two generations. The girl looked at her mother as if she were a soulless body. The girl feels cold and cold, but her heart is cold. The girl dared not cry, so she choked back her tears. Time flies, everything comes to an end in the floating dust. God began to pity the girl, and the girl got the peace she dreamed of.
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Later, the girl who accompanied the time grew up day by day, as if everything had become a dream. Girls have learned to cherish those hard-won things and people more. Girls like a song "Hello Tomorrow" best: See me yesterday/Fate walked away/waited.
The girl stood in the sunset, and the evening breeze blew her long hair. In the afterglow of the yellow halo, the girl closed her eyes and listened quietly to the lyrics floating in her heart. Finally, the girl smiled with tears.
That year, the memory of time, the girl buried it in the sea of those years.
The second day of writing composition 8 leans under the tree, and the book is still spread on the knee. I looked up and looked at those tiny leaves that revealed mottled shimmer, like jade, suddenly and infinitely sad. "How long is this leaf?"
Touching the trunk is rude, but it gives life to the holy spirit. Count carefully how much sunshine you still have. Sometimes, what do I want to do and why should I do it? I don't even know. Forgot the rhythm of breathing. How forgetful people are!
Among hundreds of millions of people, I am just a nobody. Like a dense tree, tiny branches and buds, although it further shows its extraordinary. But who will pay attention to every hidden leaf?
I like to look forward to a bright future; Sometimes life is like a movie, I am the protagonist, wandering in my own world. Yes, there is no one here, not because those people have disappeared in my own world, but because they have lost their steps in this dazzling world.
I like snow. White snow is not hard, but it has a holy beauty. The coming of winter means the passage of time, and a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past time, I suddenly feel that time is like snow, fleeting in the long river of years and melting away.
In trivial time, I just muddle along. When I came to this strange school in the first day of junior high school, I entered the ocean of knowledge but didn't know how to enjoy it. I also stepped into the sea of pressure and wasted a lot of trivial time until the second day of junior high school.
There is always time, as long as we explore. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Time is like a sponge. Squeeze, there will always be. " During this wonderful time, I found that I also have a lot of things to do.
The sun shines on the earth, so warm. My classmates and I galloped on the playground, chasing the sun. Sweat flows down from me like running water, which is the crystallization of time and the sun. The wind in winter does not bring cold, but it is as soft as spring breeze. It's beautiful, racing against time and walking with the sun and the moon. This is the meaning of trivial time. Hay and winter wind blend together, they are like fresheners, which make people relaxed and happy, ah! Trivial time used to be around me, but I didn't explore it. As romain rolland said, "There is no shortage of beauty in this world, but the eyes that find beauty."
Trivial time is around us, we just need to find it and enjoy it. Flowers bloom on the other side. Bathed in a halo, I am no longer that frivolous teenager. Unique me, always show the truest character. Face your friends and yourself. Try to play your part, even if it's just a foil.
When I was a child, I ate sugar and watched my grandmother work in the fields. My childhood seems to have passed unconsciously.
Watching grandma transplant rice seedlings, I catch shrimp in the stream; Watching grandma cook, I enjoy the cool under the big tree; Watching grandma feed the chickens, I picked osmanthus under the tree. ...
I vaguely remember the old days. Every time I come to my grandmother's house, it's like the groom marrying the bride. I can't wait for the whole village to know that I'm here! I'm coming! I came to see my good grandma! Every winter and summer vacation is spent at my grandmother's house, but I can't bear to leave every time I come. When my mom and dad came to pick me up, I cried in despair. At that time, I always naively thought that as long as I cried, everyone would spoil me as I wished, but in fact, I would go whether I cried or not.
It was another summer vacation, and I returned to my grandmother's house, which was the busy farming period. I sat on the bench playing with my mobile phone, and my grandmother smiled and said that she would take me to play in the fields. I thought about refusing, because it was very hot outside, waved my hand and said no, and bowed my head to play with my mobile phone. After a silence for a while, I looked up and saw my grandmother's lonely back, which made me thoughtful.
When I grow up, I won't haunt my grandmother anymore. I'm here, and I'll never show off. Although I still want to be with my grandmother in my heart, I don't know why I don't feel as dependent on my grandmother as before. Maybe it's because I grew up or became independent. I know I will never be like when I was a child again. While everyone was eating, my grandmother was still busy. I was very unhappy to see her wrinkled face and rickety back.
Time, time! Can I ask you to stop, turn me back into a childhood, make me as innocent as before, and make my grandmother lose a gray hair and a wrinkle? Okay？