Years cold window with moonlight sleep, the Analects of Confucius nine chapters wisdom heart. The ink is floating tonight, and I want to dream of climbing Guangxi. Time flies, fleeting, time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, "the spring breeze is green, Jiang Nanan is green", and the autumn rain is cold.
Like a river of no return thousands of miles away, like a flute in the wind, it floats far away. When we look back on yesterday, marvel at its glory and regret its shortcomings, today has slipped away from our dull eyes. When we feel sorry for today, we don't know where to hide tomorrow. However, in the face of your "ambition", when will you start writing?
1. Life in grade three is like a cup of green tea, with a bitter taste and a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste; The life of junior high school students is like a deep pool, with a little wave in calm.
2. Entering the third grade, there is no longer the leisure of the first grade and the second grade, and there is no reason for "there is still one semester to work hard". Lots of exercises, lots of homework, lots of reciting, lots of knowledge points … Every morning, I struggle to get up in the battle between my upper eyelid and my lower eyelid. In class, if you accidentally fall asleep, you will wake up immediately.
3. Pat your face, rub your eyes, continue your class and take notes. Don't want to miss any knowledge points. Take out your homework immediately after class to buy time for reviewing after school.
4. It seems that we are doomed to lose a lot of perfection in the third grade; The third day seems destined to make us experience countless hardships; It seems that the third grade is doomed to let us fight for one point and two points. ...
However, under no circumstances can we bow to it. Even for a perfect future; Even for the expectations of parents and teachers; Even if I fail in the future, looking back on these days, I can proudly tell myself, "at least I have struggled before!" " "No regrets. We must also work hard! " The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. "
6. Life in the third grade is tense and busy, like an arrow ready to go, ready to aim at the goal and succeed in one fell swoop. We swim in the sea of books every day, accumulating energy, just like a small tree accumulating nutrition, hoping to grow into a towering tree and become a pillar of the country one day.