Soon, we 10 class sat down on the playground, just waiting for the horn to give the order, and we immediately "set out". The teacher asked Zhang Zaiwei, the monitor, to draw lots in front-in order. We were relieved by the result of the lottery. We are not the first, but the eighth.
The instructor said that only by carefully watching other people's "performances" and learning from them can we improve our level. So when watching other people's "performances", we are all very serious and have no slack.
Unconsciously, the seventh class has ended the "performance". "It's our turn!" The instructor told us quietly. We quickly got up from the ground and began to line up. We are like a group of robots, running neatly on the "stage" without any small movements.
On the "stage", I felt itchy and wanted to scratch, but when I thought that we were a group, I gave up the idea and tried to control my impulses. I think others must be like me.
However, none of us made a mistake. The performance ended successfully. This is all because of the collective consciousness of each of us. If we are all "individualists" and have no collective consciousness, then the whole team will definitely break up.
How important the collective consciousness is!
We walked off the stage with a flood of applause. After the "performance", the instructor and Mr. Li made a consistent evaluation of the quality of our "performance". This is not the honor of one or two people, but the honor of all of us. However, every move of one person or two people will affect everyone.
Ah, this tense and happy military training rehearsal, this test moment, has brought us much enlightenment!
Chapter 2: Friends who can't be ignored on the road of junior high school life. It can come quickly, but it also goes like lightning. Friendship is usually a very fragile mirror. You can't touch it. If you touch it, it will quickly return to the horizon like gorgeous fireworks in the sky. The sky is blue, blue as the reflection of the sea; White clouds are white, as white as pearls. Looking at my girlfriends around me, my mouth turned up, ......................................................................................................................................................, the thing that once tested our friendship, was reflected in my eyes, but I couldn't wait for her left and right, and I screamed countless times with a cold and tasteless mechanical voice. After about an hour, it feels like half a century has passed. Press the familiar number again, expecting a familiar and kind voice. "Du-du-du-"There was a cold and tasteless mechanical sound.
I hung up the phone and turned and walked into the store. In a short time, I returned with a full load. Standing at the door, looking into the distance, hoping to see the long-awaited figure. But deserted streets. The next day, I saw her and asked her, "Why didn't you go yesterday?" She said casually, "I forgot." Then walk away. I gawked at her back and said nothing, but my heart was very lost. I walked with heavy steps and left with loss. In the next few days, it goes without saying that I ignored her. She came to me several times and seemed to forget it, but I ignored her once and gradually she stopped coming to me. I feel depressed, like a child who didn't grab the sugar; Like a stone in my heart. I thought, "Did I misunderstand? Did she really forget? " I went to see her again and asked, "Why didn't you go that day?" "That day?" She looked at me curiously. "Today is the day to go shopping!" "Oh, I didn't go to do something that day, I'm sorry! Did you wait for me that day? " "I waited, but it's okay." I hold her hand again. In my opinion, our friendship almost broke down in that misunderstanding. Now I cherish our friendship very much, yes! Who wouldn't cherish that exam? She seemed to find me looking at her and turned around and stared at me like a curious rabbit. I said, "Shout together!" One, two, three "rainy days for girlfriends!"
Chapter 3: What is the 600-word junior high school exam? Test is a setback; The test is to fall and get up; The test is to stick a thorn in your finger and then pull it out. The test is to take a detour and turn back; The test is to eat a fishbone and spit it out; The test is to fall into the mud and just wipe it clean.
I remember that it was the beginning of the fifth grade, and we had a four-day military training, which was a great test for us little emperors who lived beyond their means every day. On Friday afternoon, we showed our achievements. I heard my name when I announced "Excellent Student". My heart is full of joy, and my feet are like stepping on a happy cloud. I'm so happy!
Standing on the podium, I remembered the scene of military training: we tasted the ups and downs of life in these four days. Standing in the military posture, marching in a hurry, marching forward, and stopping the indirect method, we repeated the boring actions over and over again, shouting with all our strength, but we couldn't get the instructor's satisfied smile. But we can't stop. Iron discipline binds us all the time. Under strict requirements, our tired bodies stand upright. Repetition of our sore hands and feet. Especially when practicing military posture, I feel thirsty and my feet are numb after practicing for a while. I really want to lie in bed and drink water! But that's a fantasy. Even if it moves, it will be criticized by the instructor. If it's serious, I'll be fired. I will endure the pain, dry my mouth, train well and be a good leader in this important position! When the instructor said, "Our goal is only one, that is, to play the best level in gymnastics", I became serious after listening to this sentence. I keep in mind what the instructor said when practicing forward and synchronous pace, showing the spirit and character of a soldier, and strive for the honorary title of "excellent student" ...
This military training is a test for me, but I beat it with my own perseverance, and I won the honorary title of "excellent student", which I am proud of.
When the rain stopped in junior high school, a bunch of orchids stood quietly in the flowerpot by the window. But it is particularly striking. At this moment, it holds its head high and its heart is proud. Originally green, after the baptism of wind and rain, it has become delicate and dark green.
It turned out to be a seedling transplanted from my grandmother's house. When I first came to my house, it had died several times because of the different soil and water quality. But because of my timely loosening, nursing and relying on his own tenacity, it finally miraculously survived.
Day after day, it grew up slowly. At that time, my math scores were as unsatisfactory as the growth of this orchid. But after witnessing its miraculous survival after every tenacious struggle, my math scores have been improved little by little under my repeated efforts.
Those orchids that are slightly lower than that one grow next to them and become a cluster. It has more vitality now than before.
One afternoon, when it was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and then. Heavy rains followed. It seems to be startled by the sudden rain, and it is beaten by raindrops defenseless. When the rain gradually became smaller, but there was no intention of stopping, I took a look. It hung its head and bent over, just like a loser in the war, and was beaten straight by the rain.
Just during this time, my math study entered a bottleneck period. No matter how hard I try, my math scores can't be improved to some extent. On the stormy day, the results of the math exam came out a few days ago. Yes, like the thunderbolt rain of the storm, it hit my heart one by one, deeply and mercilessly, hurting me to pieces. I looked at the orchid bent down and looked at the math test paper. I'm lost. What's the difference between me and this orchid bent by the storm?
The next morning, when I went to see the orchid with a heavy heart, it was completely different from yesterday. It becomes more tall and straight, greener and dark green. Jiao Yan's figure is so pleasing to the eye. It stands upright in the flowerpot, so indomitable. As if to announce to the world: I was not knocked down by the storm, I won! But only it knows how many ideological struggles it experienced last night and how much effort it made this morning to stand up straight again. Anyway, it is now proudly rooted in the soil, brewing and growing.
My heart rekindled enthusiasm and hope. I shouldn't be discouraged. I want to struggle and grow up in the storm like that orchid, and I want to be the winner after the storm.
I am a small fish in junior high school, and I live in a beautiful river with my companions.
Our home is beautiful, the water is clear and the grass is green, and the flowers on the shore are in full bloom; There are soft aquatic plants and playful creatures in the water. We live a quiet and happy life.
The good times did not last long, and our peace was broken by mankind. I don't know when there are many people holding long poles, and there is a long queue on the poles. Since then, many of our companions have disappeared for no reason.
One day, when I was playing with my friends, I suddenly found that there seemed to be a fragrance coming from far ahead. When I swam closer, I found a small meat ball. Seeing the food, we suddenly felt as if we hadn't eaten for a long time. I'm even hungrier when I think about it. A child cannot help swimming and eating. Unfortunately, the little friend's body was suddenly dragged out of the water by something. Tragedy happened around me, but it scared me!
Since then, my companions have disappeared more and more in the same way. I know that the culprit is that our food is getting less and less, and I also know that there are traps at present. Hunger and the threat and temptation of food make us.
I am very careful, as long as there is a little trouble, I will be scared out of my mind. On this day, I searched for food in the water alone and found nothing. I'm dizzy with hunger. Suddenly, a piece of food appeared in front of me, full of fragrance. My first reaction was to run away and watch carefully from a distance. After a long time, it still did not move. I approached it and bit it gently with my mouth, not daring to use any strength. After a while, it moved a little, and I spit it out at once. Although I am hungry, I love my life more. The food in front of us is very attractive. But I want to resist its temptation. I know that if I can't find food again, I may die, but it's the same death. I would rather starve to death than cook.
So I swam away, facing the test of life, I knew I had defeated myself.