The third grade composition 1 finally finished the exam and embarked on a journey home. I chose a road that I haven't taken for a long time.
The sun is still high in the light blue sky, my favorite blue sky and my favorite white clouds. However, although the sun is about to set, it has not reduced the heat it brings. Summer is coming.
The wind blows head-on, bypasses the hair tips, and turns into a comfortable breeze, bringing a little coolness to me who is slightly tired. This is the reason for accelerating air flow and releasing heat through evaporation. ..... Shadows are mottled, and fallen leaves have fallen to the ground these days. This used to be a little life full of green. Now, it will blend into the soil and contribute to new life. It seems that some people have realized their greatness.
There are vendors on both sides of the road, and stinky tofu and candied haws have become the favorite things for students after school. Look, those who buy snacks in small groups can tell. Some passers-by are telling their hometown dialect vividly with their friends, and I seem to want to know the topic between them; Some are bowing their heads to play with their mobile phones, which are really low-headed; Some people leave in a hurry. Well, can you tell me why you are in such a hurry? It may be impossible to judge. Surrounded by the "rumble" of cars, the unpleasant smell of the rear of the car, the footsteps of pedestrians, and seemingly inaudible voices, including harsh horns. ...
Suddenly I wanted to stop, so I sat on the stone chair, carrying a slightly heavy schoolbag and writing on paper with my favorite pen. The endless stream of thoughts can't be captured one by one, and can't be described completely. It can only be abbreviated into such an article, with helplessness and a trace of regret in my heart.
Let me be a snail quietly, slowly, slowly, let me quietly discover the beauty of life.
The breeze is blowing gently, mixed with a little warmth and a little irritability. The orange sunset renders the sky, scatters a piece of orange without stint, and concentrates on the ground on one side. Looking up, I saw the bright sunshine through the large green leaves, so I stopped looking. I'm a little fidgety. I'm worried about the results I just finished the exam, the school shorts I'm going to wear in physical education class, and the "noise" of mixed music when I enter the intersection in the future ... forehead, cheeks, neck, fingertips, skirt ... the wind.
Irritability, breeze. Summer has really come.
Write it on your way home. Only when you are there can you describe it.
My eyesight is getting worse and worse, and my eyes are blurred after typing a few words. Every sentence shakes several shadows and even several moods. ...
14 year's exercise book was changed to 13 year's. Although the sadness of parting ways with good friends still haunts me from time to time, I still feel quite happy. It seems that I have been able to consider myself a member of the new 13 class ... is it an honor or a blessing? Go to this group. When I first entered this class, I forgot what I was thinking at that time, but I felt a sense of happiness. After all, the Chinese teacher I used to like so much has become a happy thing for the class teacher ... The day before, Teacher Zhang said that I still hope we are in Class 14, because there is no distance between Class 13. I smiled, hee hee, what should I say? Anyway, I really hope to be in Class 13! The distance will not necessarily change, after all, I always have a feeling of being far away from the teacher! In the self-study class, I occasionally looked up and saw Mr. Zhang sitting at the lecture desk, which seemed a little uncomfortable. Then the corners of the mouth are shallow arcs, which is a kind of happiness! Just like the text I learned at the beginning, the teacher wrote lesson plans in front, the students did their homework, and listened to the rustling wind, forming a warm picture ... I didn't expect that I could become a representative of Chinese class. Being a "common people" for two years is really leisurely for me, not indifferent to fame and fortune, nor selfish. I just want to be an ordinary member. Simplicity is beauty. I never thought of being a class representative after placement, so I was a little surprised and happy. . But I also like this "job". After all, I have always liked Chinese teachers and Chinese classes ... at that time, a classmate in Chinese class was reading a composition. I remember a saying that a strict teacher Zhang was stationed in 13 class ... and laughed hysterically below. Hehe, I will definitely strive for a good job. Well, don't make trouble for my favorite teacher, and don't make her angry. Er ~ ha, be a good boy ~ Although I wrote some typos before to make the teacher feel helpless, it didn't particularly make Mr. Zhang angry, so I have to pay attention to it in the future. In fact, it's terrible for teacher Zhang to be angry ~ I'm not as brave as Haiyan, so let the storm come slowly! (It is best not to come! ! ! ) hee hee ~ my deskmate also ran to another class, a little disappointed. After all, after two years, the seats of the classmates around us have really changed dramatically, and almost nothing has changed, but we have always been deskmates. What does it mean to be in love for two years Laughter in the past becomes a memory. What does this mean? Every time I think about it, my eyes are moist. That day, he asked me if my stomach still hurts often. The second day of junior high school is not very good, and my stomach hurts from time to time. He remembers! At that moment, I was really moved You used to be a prodigal son, so you are also very careful! Thank you, really! He said that I could be assigned to class 13 as I wished, and he was happy for me. Hehe, it's a pity that I can't continue to have a table with this good deskmate. . The new deskmate is the monitor, and her interpersonal communication is super strong. I have known her before. I always thought he was a serious monitor, but I didn't expect him to be as cheerful as Guo Guo, always laughing and making a fool of himself. I still remember that Chinese class, and I laughed my head off. But teacher Zhang picked him up and looked at his homework answers. He read, um, um, with a smile, but didn't hold his breath. He laughed until the end, and the students around him were surprised and funny ... I even laughed until I vomited blood, hee hee, although I was a little gloating. Of course, I'm still a bookworm, but I just can't compare with it. We are always at ease. . All the teachers have changed except our lovely teacher Zhang. Maybe other classes are worse. After all, all the original teachers except Mr. Zhang have been evacuated to other places. But I'm used to it. I was in tears and didn't want to be divided into classes at first. Maybe you will think that my adaptability is not good. Actually, I don't think so myself I'm just afraid that my favorite Chinese teacher will stop teaching. Hee hee, actually, I adapt very quickly. . The math teacher is fat and funny, and his lectures are clear. They spent a week together in laughter and laughter and got a good impression. English teachers are gentle types. Although I have never liked English very much, I think this teacher is not bad. Teachers of history, chemistry, mathematics and politics are as good as me. Wang Ai ~ (* _ *) Hee hee ... The chemistry teacher is a little teacher with small eyes, and occasionally two funny swearing words appear, which is a bit interesting. The chemistry teacher is said to be my mother's original teacher. Ha, what a small world! The political teacher has big eyes and is very enthusiastic. He likes to let the students applaud him. Or the old horse teaches sports. (It's a bit rude. ) Hee hee, I hope I don't always stand on the long jump. ...
Needless to say, Chinese teachers are of course the favorite. "Teacher Zhang" has been written, and the "head teacher" is also very kind. I'm still a little unaccustomed. Hehe ~ I didn't have time to keep a diary, so I ran to type a few words, and my eyes felt uncomfortable again ... Hey, I will continue to fight on the battlefield tomorrow! That's all; That's it!
The reason why flowers bloom is just to wait for withering.
Jimmy said.
Maybe I don't know if I'm simple-minded You and I are running counter to each other. I can't bear it. In junior high school, I turned against your only best friend. I will always remember that you and I are good friends! !
The story begins like this: on the first day of school, I chose my position and a miracle happened. I have a tacit understanding with you at the same table, and you naturally become my deskmate. When I asked you why you chose this table, your answer was beyond my expectation, because your answer was actually the same as mine. Your mother and my mother said the same thing: "You should choose ... places." When we said this sentence at the same time, we both looked at each other in surprise, and then laughed recklessly, feeling speechless, because our respective mothers had the same idea.
The days passed day by day. Although you and I are indistinguishable, you are still you, and I am still me. There is no real integration. We have long lost the passion when we first met, but we are so eager to get each other's surprises. You have your partner, so do I, the gap naturally forms, and he boldly stands among us. I was so angry that I could only watch each other go further and further. I don't know if you are the same.
I seem to sit down with you calmly and talk about our recent situation. We seem to live in such a tacit understanding, but somehow, we have already become the most familiar strangers in our hearts. We can't go back.
Maybe in the future, when we meet again, we won't be so embarrassed. I will easily smile and say, "Hey! How have you been recently? Did you miss me? " As much as I want to know the answer.
Maybe this is the way we should get along, not being the best girlfriends, but being the best "buddies". If you haven't seen each other for a while, you can be passionate and attract each other.
Maybe this is growth. We can't possess each other selfishly. Life, there are always shortcomings, there is always a person to leave early. This is also the reason why we can't get along for a long time, and we can't get along according to our own predetermined trajectory.
In my dream, I want to know how many flowers have been broken; When I woke up, tears flowed like a river.
Your left hand, my years; My right hand, your reflection.
Random thoughts on the third and fourth Spring Festival. In the crackling firecrackers, we ushered in a new year-in the morning of ——20xx, I was still in a sweet sleep, and the crackling firecrackers woke me up from my dream. I was just about to complain that firecrackers are too annoying when I heard grandpa's voice outside the door: "get up, lazy boy, let's go and see the lanterns." The yard is really lively. An aunt put a flower boat on her body and pretended to sit on it. An old man paddled a flower boat. It's like sailing in the water, and the sea breeze shakes it. It's really interesting. Then two brave soldiers jumped onto the stage and jumped into the world, shaking their heads and dancing in a circle. D made everyone laugh.
After watching the unique light show, I went home At this time, it was noon, grandparents had prepared a reunion dinner, and my sister, brother, aunt, parents and other relatives came. Everyone is here. Let's start eating. This reunion dinner is very rich, with delicious meals such as beef, rice cake, chicken and duck, fish and shrimp, fruit juice and snacks after eating! In the evening, I went downstairs with my parents, grandparents, parents and sisters to set off fireworks in the yard. Fireworks are blooming in the air, and we have a fire to bake supper below. In order to see, we also opened lanterns, brought juice to drink, and brought water to avoid the fire. I sang New Year's songs around the fire with everyone, and Pleasant Goat thrived on Big Big Wolf. How happy the New Year is!
In fact, I've always wanted to go to the third grade, but this year, alas, what should I say? One word: "shit!"
"We will draw lots this afternoon. I hope the students will review well! " This sentence is like a thunderbolt on the ground! My mood is really worse than Bing Xin's sad and depressed mood that he can't go to the seaside for physical reasons! Maybe you don't know what this lottery ticket is. Tell you, our lovely and beautiful Chinese teacher is so "smart". The so-called lottery means that each group has ten questions, which is as difficult as possible. The condition is that you must speak in class, take notes and use them after class. Anything can be given, so that the painter can't answer. If the person who gets the answer, their group will get extra points. If he can't answer, hehe, the purpose of asking questions will get extra points. What is the use of this point? What are we working so hard for? If the group scores less, wait for others to choose the right position, and then choose by yourself! What do you think will happen? Sit in the back and pull! Not only is it embarrassing, but it will also make you listen in class! Have pity on me, head of the Chinese group! Not only to set an example, but also to ensure the points of our group! But someone! He couldn't answer it in class, and dictation didn't make me feel better. He's still talking in class! Ah! Ah! Ah! My head is going to crack! Do you call me pathetic? Not to mention these for the time being, he also plausibly said: "I said I don't pull!" " You also answered all the simple questions, well, you won't add! "
If he doesn't say anything, I can't wait to go up and give him a mouth with my super invincible serial palm! I suppressed my anger and said kindly, "Classmate, they don't seem to lead me to my topic!" " What's more, you didn't answer the classmate? Besides, you're not involved in the project? "The man said," something was wrong with me? "Yes, yes, yes. Is that human? He kept screaming.
Frog! Frog frog, I don't care about frogs!
You may ask, what is a group? Hum, this hateful group, the masterpiece of our Chinese teacher! That is, the teacher chooses several Chinese group leaders (Chinese scores are ok, I am, hehe), and then finds a group of students with poor grades, called "level 2", and the others are all level 1! Then, then, we have to choose our own players, four in each group, so there are 16 groups in our class. You said I didn't have to choose that person at all. You think I want to! That's because no one wants him, and the teacher forced him to join our group!
Why is this happening? Ah ah! I hate you, teacher! You said you could just add him in, but he is opaque and always bothers me! I'm going to hit someone!
Is this the third grade? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
It is better to accept the reality! Come on! Fight for No.3 Middle School! Fight! Fight! Get up! We are not willing to be poor! Fight for our new life!