Sitting in the examination room, I suddenly realized that the third grade has become a thing of the past.
Think about it, the third grade is actually quite happy.
Every day after school, in the empty classroom, the sunshine at six o'clock in the afternoon will always shed three serious and immature faces through the west window. Sit in my seat, turn your head to the right, and you will see them bending down to do the problem seriously; Turn left, and you will see the distant sunset still glowing with her ethereal color, just like the unpredictable future of everyone.
On the way home, there is an unknown big tree. Many leaves will grow in summer, which is lush.
Onions. There are countless birds living in it, but we can hear their free calls and barks every day. Every time after school, we will try to see who picks the most leaves, who jumps the highest, and who loses the worst every time. Then Bauer and I will touch his head and sneer and say, "This kid hasn't grown tall yet!" "
The days seem to be ticking day by day in doing problems, running and laughing. The three arch-rivals in study and the best friends on weekdays are coming to the end of three years. Everything will come to an end, and unconsciously, the road to escape from the past has been submerged.
A few nights ago, after reviewing several key topics listed by the teacher, Bauer and Guo Er ran upstairs to find me and said they wanted to go around the school playground. The playground looks deserted. Guo Er asked the key points that our teacher repeatedly asked, and he and Bauer sat on the horizontal bar and answered at random. Then we tried to throw the ball into the basket again and again; Then run and laugh until the sunset gives up resistance and the sky is full of stars.
Everyone has embarked on his own journey in various ways and for various reasons. I only hope that everyone in the story can run to their dreams as stubbornly as when they were children.
As we grow up, all the stories will eventually become everyone's memories, just like the passing stars in the night sky. ...
Raise the sun in your heart
There is no shortage of beauty in this world, but the eyes that find beauty. Living in a bustling city, there are countless beautiful things waiting for us to explore. Countless difficulties await us. Face life, laugh at hardships, raise the sun in your heart and let life bloom brilliantly!
To raise the sun in your heart, you need to feel a respectable life. Wen Tianxiang told me that it doesn't matter when you hit the bottom of your life. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so keep your heart and shine on history." . Su Shi told me that when your heart is full of gloom, it doesn't matter. "You can bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius." Li Bai told me that when you are full of melancholy, smile. "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sail and cross the deep sea." On the long road of life, there is always a beam of dawn shining on you, like wind and rain, which makes you raise the sun in your heart and realize your respectable life.
To raise the sun in your heart, you need to set sail with a smile. On the bank of the Miluo River, Qu Yuan smiled at the sky and said, "The world is cloudy and I am alone, while the world is intoxicated and I am alone." After that, he sank to the bottom of the river, took away the sorrow of the world and left the sun in his heart on earth. At the foot of Yan' an, Mao Zedong Haoran sighed: "Independent of the cold and autumn, Orange Island, I hope to see the Shan Ye forest." . The sun in Mao Zedong's mind is hundreds of millions of people. When New China was founded, he smiled because the sun rose in his heart. No one's success is smooth sailing. Rise the sun in your heart, start with a smile, and the dawn of success will surround you.
Raise the sun in your heart, and we will find that the sun in everyone's heart is different. As small as an encouragement, a praise, a handshake, a smile, as big as a success, an award or a lifetime of happiness. So, look for the sun that suits you and let the vibrant sunshine sow in your heart.
Because there is sunshine in the heart, a trickle can merge into rivers and seas; Some trees are grateful for the sunshine, so they can grow into forests; A small cornerstone, because of the sunshine in my heart, built a mountain.
Raise the sun in your heart and make the future bright; Raise the sun in your heart and make the road full of vitality; Raise the sun in your heart, let life be as bright as summer flowers and death as beautiful as autumn leaves.
Memories on the blackboard
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -inscription
As the old saying goes, teachers are like silkworms, and wax torches turn to ashes. They devote their life to adding a little more brocade and splendor to our future road and less gloom. But I still can't feel the teacher's love for us Sometimes they criticize me, and sometimes they are very demanding of me. I was punished for being late, but that day, my opinion changed completely. That day, the teacher gave us a blackboard with crooked words, a blackboard with memories and a blackboard with heavy love. ...
Before the mid-term exam in the third grade, the biting cold wind was like a knife, and it felt like "the north wind rolled the white grass." The cold wind penetrated into my mind and woke me up from a state of being half awake and half asleep. We waited shivering for the morning class.
After a while, the door of the classroom slowly opened and Miss Chinese appeared in our field of vision. "What happened to Miss Wang?" "Huh?"
There is always an expression of disbelief on the students' faces. Teacher Wang is different from usual. The red light on his face is often replaced by pale white, and his steps are vain, as if he would fall at any time. He also brought a silver thermos. There is no doubt that Mr. Wang is very ill. She sat in front of the platform and said in a hoarse voice, "Today, we have ... Well, lesson 20, open the book ..." Those Chinese characters seem to have been forcibly pushed out, although they are light, but they can be heard. Distressed feelings mingled with chill hit our hearts. The teacher began to write on the blackboard. The teacher stood up slowly, holding the table with his left hand, and his right hand began to jump and slide feebly on the blackboard. Gradually, there appeared a few words on the blackboard that lacked strength like an old woman, and her always delicate words disappeared. In order to make us see clearly, the teacher wrote a little harder, and his left hand kept shaking on the table. At this point, there seems to be something in my heart. I've never felt this way before. Kind of ... like a mother's love. ...
After class, the teacher said to us in a vague accent, "I wish you all good grades in the exam, goodbye to the students ..." Then the teacher stepped out of the classroom.
There is still silence in the classroom. Looking at the crooked but legible words on the blackboard, we were speechless. The teacher left, but left the words on the blackboard. After a long time, no one got up to clean the blackboard as usual, and everyone sat quietly. They symbolize nothing but heavy teacher love! Although the words on this blackboard can be erased, the memory on this blackboard will always exist in our hearts and will never be erased!
In the examination room, we all work hard, and our motivation is nothing more than the memory on the blackboard, which shines on us like a bright pearl, dozens of times warmer than the warm sunshine!
Beauty on the starting line
When applause and whistle sounded at the finish line, when medals and flowers rose on the podium, did you enjoy the beauty that belongs to this place at the starting line?
We are all runners of life, we go through, bear, and finally end; We spread, harvest, and finally stay on the road; We all crossed the starting line from the final destination (point) line, and we are all practitioners and pioneers of life.
In the "running", we feel the scorching sun and heavy rain. We live for beauty and fighting, always showing joy and generating passion. Who said we had a good trip? Come on, even if you take the bus, there will still be traffic jams [miles]. Who didn't fall in the "running"? Who hasn't broken his head? We used to feel sad and inferior because of studying, distressed because of hurting our spirits, and injured because of running away from home. But so what? Dry my tears and blood and tell myself loudly that those are just good memories that add color to my life. It is because of them that my life is so charming.
In the "running", we feel the spring blossoms. We won. Who says a medal is a winner? Isn't that a misunderstanding of the meaning of sports and an insult to the true value of life? We run all the way, feel all the way, and gain all the way. The teacher's insult and the touch of relatives make us grow constantly. We are running and rushing forward without hesitation. Even if we come from different places and go to different places, in this "running", we are one and exist for a meaning. We laughed and quarreled together, but after the ups and downs, it will inevitably leave us with the most beautiful spring and the most brilliant smiling face.
I was so touched and surprised. You are from heaven, and I was born on earth. After several twists and turns and several days of changes, we all met at this starting line. No matter what the color of language is, we are only the most fundamental and pure "people" here; At this moment, we only give everything for the simplest and most primitive "running", no matter whether you were completely defeated last time or succeeded at this moment. But here, at this starting line, we are all newborns, all pure white, but now we really have to work hard. On this road, we are rivals, companions and friends; We feel failure together and share joy together. Don't worry about wrestling injuries, I'll help you up; Don't worry about running out of ammunition, I will share my food with you, because, here, at this starting line, in this "running" process, thanks to you! Because of you, I am fearless!
We cheered and applauded at the finish line to share the joy of success; We are rubbing our hands at the starting line, predicting the next obstacle, and gathering up courage, just to fight for it; We feel hot rain and warm spring flowers in "running", and we feel, experience and grow in "running". And we must devote ourselves to the next goal and work hard!
Our campus
When the breeze gently lifts a small catkin; When the sun quietly shines its golden light on the handsome buttonwood; When the beautiful petals are rolled up in the air and then gently landed, we are living happily in the beautiful campus.
Our school is located in Wugui Mountain, Zhongshan City. This is a beautiful campus. There are not only beautiful flowers, lush trees, but also lively figures of students.
As soon as I entered the gate, the first thing I saw was the blue and white teaching building. There is a beautiful big flower bed next to the teaching building. Looking at the flower bed from a distance, there are many graceful flowers in the flower bed, such as laurel, tribute chrysanthemum and holly ... simple and elegant little white flowers are embedded in it like stars all over the sky. Thousands of smiling flowers make up a beautiful picture, which makes people relaxed and happy. The breeze blows, sending a wisp of fragrance, just like a lively and lovely child waving to you, nodding and smiling.
Leave the flower bed, go forward and come to the playground. Although it is not big, it is flat, with rows of catkins swaying under the baptism of the west breeze. In spring, the willow tree that has been sleeping for a winter wakes up, and the slender branches are covered with a layer of new green, which makes the students smell the charming atmosphere of spring; In summer, the golden sun shines on the willow tree, and the dew on the tree shines brightly. After the students finished playing, it became our "refuge"; In autumn, Ye Er is yellow and the flowers are defeated. Now it's time for them to thank Mother Earth. Suddenly, a leaf was blown away from the embrace of the tree by the wind. They spin, jump and dance lightly in the air and fall to the ground in a beautiful arc. Finally, they threw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth, who welcomed and embraced the returning children with an open mind and slept with the soil sweetly, adding a touch of freshness to the campus. Winter has come, and the whole weeping willow is covered with snow, but it still stands upright, guarding our campus regardless of the cold.
After visiting the playground, we came to the gymnasium again. Cheers came from time to time here. When the students saw the most crucial goal, they suddenly shouted in unison: "The goal is in!" " "Everyone is dancing with excitement. There are many fitness equipment, parallel bars, swings and sandbags in the north of the gymnasium, which really dazzles us! What I can't leave my sight for a long time is the lush bamboo forest. Bamboo is tall and straight, indomitable. Whether it is cold or hot, they are evergreen all year round, and they keep growing. Isn't this a symbol of the fighting spirit of teachers and students in Longquan School? If we stand under the bamboo forest and look up, we will see the lovely bamboo nodding and smiling at us, and sometimes we will have a rustling laugh, which looks beautiful in the sun.
Finally, I came to the school's variety building, where people give full play to their talents. There are meticulous, conscientious and hard-working teachers; Students who study scientific and cultural knowledge diligently. No matter whether you go to the library or the reading room, you can only see students seriously soaring in the ocean of knowledge. In the Chemistry and Physical Science Museum, I saw students actively and diligently sucking the mystery of scientific knowledge. These will be our beautiful memories and will be tied in our hearts.
In this beautiful campus, the autumn wind blows gently, and Ye Er falls quietly one by one, with a trace of regret and dreams, into the arms of Mother Earth. Perhaps it is joy or sadness, we will eventually board the farewell platform, turn into a bird with gradually abundant feathers and fly to our new nest in the distance. Now, only by running and climbing bravely on the rugged path can you make a pleasant sound. One day, we will take the fruits of victory and step onto the stage of success. Longquan School, we are proud of you and you are proud of us.
Our campus
When the breeze gently lifts a small catkin; When the sun quietly shines its golden light on the handsome buttonwood; When the beautiful petals are rolled up in the air and then gently landed, we are living happily in the beautiful campus.
Our school is located in Wugui Mountain, Zhongshan City. This is a beautiful campus. There are not only beautiful flowers, lush trees, but also lively figures of students.
When you enter the university, the first thing you see is the blue and white teaching building. There is a beautiful big flower bed next to the teaching building. Looking at the flower bed from a distance, there are many graceful flowers in the flower bed, such as laurel, tribute chrysanthemum and holly ... simple and elegant little white flowers are embedded in it like stars all over the sky. Thousands of smiling flowers make up a beautiful picture, which makes people relaxed and happy. The breeze blows, sending a wisp of fragrance, just like a lively and lovely child waving to you, nodding and smiling.
Leave the flower bed, go forward and come to the playground. Although it is not big, it is flat, with rows of catkins swaying under the baptism of the west breeze. In spring, the willow tree that has been sleeping for a winter wakes up, and the slender branches are covered with a layer of new green, which makes the students smell the charming atmosphere of spring; In summer, the golden sun shines on the willow tree, and the dew on the tree shines brightly. After the students finished playing, it became our "refuge"; In autumn, Ye Er is yellow and the flowers are defeated. Now it's time for them to thank Mother Earth. Suddenly, a leaf was blown away from the embrace of the tree by the wind. They spin, jump and dance lightly in the air and fall to the ground in a beautiful arc. Finally, they threw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth, who welcomed and embraced the returning children with an open mind and slept with the soil sweetly, adding a touch of freshness to the campus. Winter has come, and the whole weeping willow is covered with snow, but it still stands upright, guarding our campus regardless of the cold.
After visiting the playground, we came to the gymnasium again. Cheers came from time to time here. When the students saw the most crucial goal, they suddenly shouted in unison: "The goal is in!" " "Everyone is dancing with excitement. There are many fitness equipment, parallel bars, swings and sandbags in the north of the gymnasium, which really dazzles us! What I can't leave my sight for a long time is the lush bamboo forest. Bamboo is tall and straight, indomitable. Whether it is cold or hot, they are evergreen all year round, and they keep growing. Isn't this a symbol of the fighting spirit of teachers and students in Longquan School? If we stand under the bamboo forest and look up, we will see the lovely bamboo nodding and smiling at us, and sometimes we will have a rustling laugh, which looks beautiful in the sun.
Finally, I came to the school's variety building, where people give full play to their talents. There are meticulous, conscientious and hard-working teachers; Students who study scientific and cultural knowledge diligently. No matter whether you go to the library or the reading room, you can only see students seriously soaring in the ocean of knowledge. In the Chemistry and Physical Science Museum, I saw students actively and diligently sucking the mystery of scientific knowledge. These will be our beautiful memories and will be tied in our hearts.
In this beautiful campus, the autumn wind blows gently, and Ye Er falls quietly one by one, with a trace of regret and dreams, into the arms of Mother Earth. Perhaps it is joy or sadness, we will eventually board the farewell platform, turn into a bird with gradually abundant feathers and fly to our new nest in the distance. Now, only by running and climbing bravely on the rugged path can you make a pleasant sound. One day, we will take the fruits of victory and step onto the stage of success.
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